The imperial concubine is nine and a half years old, and she is willing to overturn the table and re

Yan Feng walked in front and Situ Yan followed behind him.

"I want to go back to my wife and go with her!"

"no!"

Yan Feng's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Your Highness, the prince's wife is accompanying Madam Xie, you will be obedient, don't you trust me?"

Situ Yan glanced at him suspiciously. Yan Feng swallowed subconsciously and saw Situ Yan shook his head: "I don't believe it."

"why?"

Yan Feng was anxious, and Baby Face immediately felt wronged, as if he had been abandoned by a heartless man:

"I've been with you for so many years! We've had so many fights! I've gotten into so much trouble! I almost gave you my heart, and you... you actually said something like this!"

His eyes were red, and he thought of something and asked again: "Are you blaming me for leaning on the wall before? I..."

"It's not your fault—"

Situ Yan shook his head, pointed his slender index finger at himself, and said with some annoyance: "It's just that I'm too beautiful."

Yan Feng was stunned: "...Huh?"

Situ Yan said seriously: "My wife said that I am too beautiful and dangerous to go into the woods with others."

Yan Feng: “…”

"Sun Fengbi also said that I am too good-looking and it is easy to tempt people to commit crimes."

Yan Feng: “…………”

"Hey, Yan Feng, am I really that good-looking? I really envy you because you don't have this kind of trouble."

Yan Feng: “………………”

The baby-faced expression cracked, and Yan Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you won't be in danger, let's go quickly."

Situ Yan nodded reluctantly: "Okay then, if there is any danger, you have to sacrifice yourself for me. I have to uphold the moral principles of a man."

Yan Feng stumbled and almost cursed in his heart.

After repeated assurances that he would "sacrifice himself for the Lord", Yan Feng finally coaxed the man to the place.

Situ Yan looked at the centuries-old pine tree not far away, stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the familiar figure under the tree.

"Huh? The abbot!"

Abbot Tian Miao turned around, looked at the person approaching, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, your highness is here."

Situ Yan tilted his head: "You're looking for me? But weren't we standing together just now?"

Tian Miao looked at him with complicated eyes, sighed slightly, pointed at the snow-covered stone table in front of him and said, "Your Highness, do you know what is under the snow?"

"I know." Situ Yan nodded and said without thinking, "The table!"

Tian Miao: “…”

Yan Feng said unhappily: "Don't try, it's useless."

Tian Miao raised his hand, and his sleeves brushed lightly across the stone table. The snow, which was half a foot thick, suddenly dispersed, revealing a chessboard placed on the stone table, and a half-filled chess game on the chessboard.

Situ Yan looked at the chess board in surprise, and suddenly frowned, feeling as if he had seen it before.

Tian Miao smiled slightly, took his wrist and led him to the table, and slowly said: "I was playing chess with a friend here, and he said he would come back on May 15th to finish the game, but now it's the end of the month and he still hasn't shown up."

Situ Yan didn't notice anything and was still naive: "If he didn't come, then go find him!"

Tian Miao: "...Your Highness is right."

Situ Yan lowered his head as he spoke, as if out of some habit, he stretched out his finger to touch one of the chess pieces.

Tian Miao stood behind him, slid his fingers across his wrist, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Yan Feng winked at him quietly: How is it?

Tian Miao shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha." At the same time, he put his index finger and middle finger together and suddenly pressed on an acupoint on Situ Yan's neck.

Situ Yan froze instantly, and fell forward without consciousness. The black chess piece in his hand fell weakly to the ground.

"Your Highness!" Yan Feng hurriedly supported him.

Tian Miao bent down to pick up the black chess piece, looked at the chessboard again, and smiled slightly: "It seems that he has not forgotten everything."

After saying that, he placed the chess piece on an empty space on the chessboard. The chessboard, which had been in a dead end, suddenly came alive, and the outcome was unpredictable.

"What should we do now?" Yan Feng asked.

Tian Miao took out a pill the size of a Buddhist bead from his bosom and stuffed it into Situ Yan's mouth: "This is the medicine that Senior Brother left behind before he left the temple. It can wake up his soul, but it can't be used too much, and...it can only last for three days."

"Send him back. If nothing unexpected happens, he will wake up tonight."

If they didn't have too many questions and too many things that required that person to make decisions, he wouldn't have forcibly woken that person up.

Yan Feng glanced at the unconscious Situ Yan and sighed, "Will it be so smooth? Why do I always feel uneasy?"

He agreed on a meeting place with Tian Miao, and then carried Situ Yan back.

-

Xie Yuantang didn't think much about it, because Bai Fu and her Yan Feng were pulling Situ Yan to make a snowman.

This wouldn't be reliable if it happened to someone else, but for Situ Yan... it's too normal.

She only told Bai Fu: "Prepare some ginger soup and give it to your husband when he comes back later."

"Yes." Bai Fu responded with a smile.

Xie Yuantang helped Leng Yunwan into the house. Leng Yunwan saw that she had even sent Bai Fu out, so she smiled and asked, "Tang'er, do you have something to tell me?"

Otherwise, how could he not even take care of his eldest son-in-law?

Xie Yuantang nodded, sat next to Leng Yunwan, and said straight to the point: "Mom, can you tell me about the Leng family?"

Leng Yunwan was slightly startled, and the smile on her face faded slightly: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Xie Yuantang did not hide anything and told what he overheard outside the small Buddhist temple.

Upon learning that the Leng family had written a letter but was fooled by Xie Zhaoqing, Leng Yunwan's face suddenly changed.

"Xie Zhaoqing! How dare he!"

The person whom she had trusted for ten years turned out to be so cruel. Leng Yunwan felt hatred and regret, and she started coughing violently in anger.

Xie Yuantang quickly patted her back and said, "Don't be angry, mom. It's worth it for that kind of dog."

Leng Yunwan smiled bitterly and shook her head, her voice choking slightly: "Mother just regrets, Tang'er, mother really...saw the truth too late."

"If I had known earlier, if I had known he was such a person... I would not have broken up with your grandfather because of him. I thought they would never forgive me, but I didn't know they would write a letter to Beijing, and I knew nothing about it. I am so unfilial..."

More than ten years ago, Leng Yunwan was the daughter of a general and the pampered little princess of her family. By chance, she met the poor scholar Xie Zhaoqing. She thought it was true love and was determined to marry Xie Zhaoqing, who had nothing, despite Leng Zhenshan's opposition.

Leng Zhenshan was extremely angry and made a cruel statement, thus severing the relationship between father and daughter. When the war broke out, Leng Zhenshan took his sons to the battlefield and was gone for more than ten years.

At this point, the Leng family withdrew from the capital, Leng Yunwan gradually became seriously ill, and had not received any letters from the Leng family in more than ten years.

She didn't know that all those letters were intercepted by Xie Zhaoqing, who imitated her notes and wrote back, asking the Leng family not to contact her again.

After listening to this, Xie Yuantang shook his furry little head and sighed like a little adult: "It can be seen that being in love is not good! Mom, you must remember that no matter what time, you can't be anxious for a man."

Just as he finished speaking, Bai Fu came in and said, "Princess, His Highness was carried back by Yan Feng!"

"what?"

Xie Yuantang was shocked and ran out without thinking.

Leng Yunwan: “…” Aren’t you not in a hurry?