Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

Although Wen Yan didn't know whether Zhu Baishao could play chess, after listening to Xiao Huanzhi's brief description, he had an inexplicable premonition that she was the one being talked about.

"Cough cough cough..."

Taking the opportunity of coughing and bowing his head, Wen Yan concealed the struggle and entanglement in his eyes. On one side was a rare heartbeat, and on the other side was a close friend...

He comforted himself in his heart that Zhu Baishao was in the palace, but Xiao Huanzhi had never discovered her. Did this mean that the two of them were not destined to be together?

This was also Wen Yan’s first time falling in love, so naturally he had a possessive mentality and wanted Zhu Baishao to be with him.

……

The late spring wind has gradually brought the warmth of summer, the flowers are still blooming, and the birds are singing.

A horse-drawn carriage was moving slowly on the mountain road, its wheels rumbling.

Inside the carriage, Bi Tao lifted the bamboo curtain a little and looked at the receding mountain scenery outside the window. Her chubby face showed a bit of joy. She turned around and smiled, "Miss, son-in-law, how long will it take us to get to Jinhua Temple? I heard that the marriage fortune sticks at Jinhua Temple are very effective. When the time comes, you and your son-in-law can go and ask for a fortune."

There was a faint smile on Wen Yan's lips, and her heart moved when she heard this. She immediately looked at the gentle and silent Zhu Baishao. Bai Ling paused for a moment in her eyes, and then said: "We might as well go and ask for a lottery then."

Ever since he knew Zhu Baishao's true identity, he never called her "Qingxu" again.

They arrived at Jinhua Temple a day in advance and planned to stay there overnight, waiting for the Minister of Rites to arrive with his family the next day before proceeding according to the plan.

Zhu Baishao raised the corner of her mouth slightly and said softly, "Brother Yan will arrange it."

The carriage can only go to the foot of Jinhua Temple. After that, there are dozens of stone steps leading to the temple gate, where men, women, young and old, dressed in different styles are coming and going.

Zhu Baishao was helped out of the carriage by Bitao, and Wen Yan also lent a hand.

He knew that Zhu Baishao could see it, but every time he saw her eyes covered with white silk, he was afraid that she would get hurt.

Zhu Baishao was wearing a pure white dress today. Her hair was tied into a simple bun with a white silk ribbon. Most of her black hair was scattered behind her, leaving only two strands of hair hanging in front.

Her eyes were covered with white silk, and the half of her face that was revealed was already extremely beautiful, like a white peony that had just budded and revealed a few stamens, which was breathtaking.

Such a beauty was bound to be the focus of everyone. People walking up and down the stone steps couldn't help but cast their eyes on her. When they saw that she was blindfolded, their eyes were unconsciously filled with some regret.

"Be careful with the stone steps."

Wen Yan noticed the gazes around him and frowned slightly. He didn't like others looking at him like that.

"Okay." Zhu Baishao responded softly.

The three of them walked slowly up the stone steps and burned incense. As soon as they left the main hall, a young monk came up to them, stood in front of them with one hand and bowed slightly, "Donor Wen, and the two female donors, are you all right."

"Little Master is well."

Zhu Baishao and the other two also returned the greeting.

"Master heard that Master Wen brought his fiancée here, so he asked me to come and greet them. The guest room and courtyard for you to stay in have been reserved."

As the little monk spoke, he led the way ahead.

"Master, how is your health recently?" Wen Yan had been devoted to Buddhism before, and had a close relationship with the master of Jinhua Temple. They were chess friends and also close friends regardless of age difference.

He wanted to become a monk in Jinhua Temple, but was persuaded by this master, who said that his worldly ties were not yet over.

This time he brought Zhu Baishao here not only to assassinate the Minister of Rites, but also because he wanted to ask the master whether he had found his unfinished earthly destiny.

"Master is in good health, without any illness or disaster. He has been looking forward to the arrival of donor Wen. When Master asked me to come over, the chessboard had already been set up, and he was just waiting for the donor to come over." The young monk spoke with a smile, as if he had long been familiar with the master's temper.

At this moment, the system suddenly said: [Host, Xiao Huanzhi is in the master's courtyard. 】

Zhu Baishao was stunned. If she went over like this, wouldn't she run into him?

She thought about it and felt that it was not the right time yet. In addition, she had been busy day and night these days and was already tired. So she tugged at Wen Yan's sleeve and whispered, "I feel a little unwell, so I won't go with you."

Wen Yan immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"I feel a little tired and want to take a rest."

"Little Master, I remember the way to find the master. Could you please take her to the small courtyard..."

The young monk took in everything the two said and bowed, "Master Wen, please rest assured."

Wen Yan stood where he was, watching Zhu Baishao's figure disappear around the corner. He sighed softly, then headed towards the master's residence with a lot on his mind.

When he arrived at the door, he saw several guards in brocade clothes with swords standing guard at the door. When they saw him coming, they all saluted and said, "Master Wen."

Wen Yan was shocked at first, and then he was glad that Zhu Baishao didn't come.

For some reason, he was somewhat afraid of the two meeting, as he always felt that something beyond his expectations would happen.

When Wen Yan entered the yard, he saw two people talking under a pine tree.

One was in a monk's robe and had a kind face, while the other was in black fancy clothes. Occasionally, the sunlight shone through the dense branches of the pine trees and fell on his cheeks and body. Although he looked careless, he looked even more handsome and solemn.

Even though Wen Yan was a man, no matter how many times he looked at Xiao Huanzhi, he would be amazed by his appearance, which was the nobility and beauty that was provided by the royal family's gold and jade.

Xiao Huanzhi, who was sitting on the futon, raised his eyes slightly and was stunned for a moment when he saw Wen Yan, "Brother Wen?"

Xiao Huanzhi was a little surprised that Wen Yan went out so frequently during this period, which was different from his usual quiet personality.

"My Lord, Master."

"Donor Wen."

Wen Yan's face was a little pale. He walked over slowly and said without waiting for them to ask, "I will be getting married in ten days or so. I brought my future wife here to burn incense and pray for blessings... I didn't expect that the prince would be here too."

There was a slight sound from the chess box, and Xiao Huanzhi's bony fingers twisted a white piece, turning it twice on his fingertips before dropping it onto the chessboard with a click.

The white pieces on the chessboard were in full force, while the black pieces had been forced into a corner with no chance of a comeback.

The master opposite him changed his expression, staring at the chessboard for a long while, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and after a long while he sighed, "The prince's chess skills are getting better and better."

After hearing the compliment, Xiao Huanzhi was not as indifferent as usual. Instead, he curled his lips, and his heart felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

During these days, he played chess with Zhu Baishao all night long and competed with him. His chess skills have surpassed far those of the past.

At this time, Xiao Huanzhi looked at Wen Yan with a smile and said slowly, "I came here to catch a thief."

Catch that heart thief.

Since she killed the Minister of War, she naturally would not let the Minister of Rites go.

After the death of the Minister of War, the residence of the Minister of Rites was under martial law. She wanted to make everything perfect, and only Jinhua Temple was suitable.

"Cough, cough, cough." Wen Yan suddenly started coughing and gasping for breath. A trace of blood seeped out of his handkerchief, causing Xiao Huanzhi and the master to stand up from their seats.

"Master Wen, let me take your pulse."