The reborn girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent marquis hugs her and coaxes her!

Chapter 300 Is it really a coincidence?

When the abbot heard Mu Rong say that the person who fell off the cliff was stopped by branches and might still be alive, she breathed a sigh of relief, chanted a Buddhist mantra, and then ordered the nun beside her: "Quick, quick, quick! Go and call some people to rescue the person!"

The Marquis was a man after all, and saving someone would inevitably involve physical contact, so the abbot did not dare to make any further requests for the time being.

"Yes." The nun who followed her got the order and went to look for ropes and call for help.

The pilgrims watching around also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

If someone dies suddenly in a Buddhist place, it is extremely unlucky!

They all came here to pray for blessings, and no one wanted to be involved in any bad luck.

The abbot looked around and said coldly, "Who is serving the eldest daughter of the Cheng family? Why hasn't she come yet?"

Soon, a thinly dressed little nun came hurriedly.

The abbot scolded him, "Is this how you take care of the Cheng family's eldest daughter? How dare you leave your distinguished guest in danger?"

"Yes...it was the young lady who forbade me to follow. She said that if I tried to stop her, she would report me to the abbot and accuse me of negligence..." The young nun buried her head in her chest. "I have already persuaded the young lady not to come here..."

The abbot glanced at Cheng Jintong and saw the embarrassment on the girl's face. He knew that what the little nun said was true, so he cleared his throat and said, "Enough! Step aside!"

Soon, the rope was brought over, and half of the nuns in the temple also came.

However, even with the fence protecting it, the sight of the high cliffs was enough to make one daunted. Furthermore, most of the nuns in the nunnery were supported by pilgrims, and aside from sweeping and cleaning, they rarely had to do any work. They were so weak that they couldn't even lift a finger, let alone go down to rescue someone. So, everyone looked at each other, their faces trembling with fear, and no one dared to go down to rescue the person.

The wind was strong on the mountain. When the wind blew, the branches and leaves rustled, which made the scene even more terrifying.

"What are you still standing there for? Go and save them!" Some pilgrims were anxious.

Seeing this, the abbot just pointed and said, "Go down! Tie a rope around your waist, and you'll be fine!"

The nun she called out turned pale, her legs trembling like sieves: "I... I'm afraid of heights..."

The abbot frowned and wanted to change someone, but before she could speak again, the others took a step back tacitly.

The abbot was embarrassed when he saw this.

As a last resort, she could only look at Mu Rong with some embarrassment: "My Lord, look..."

Mu Rong didn't wait for her to finish, and casually threw the rope onto the thick tree trunk. Then, holding one end of the rope with one hand, he jumped down amid the screams of the crowd...

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But after a moment, Mu Rong returned to everyone's sight.

An unconscious woman in pink was hanging on his arm.

Cheng Jintong turned her back, not daring to look. Her maid whispered, "It's this girl."

Everyone's eyes fell on the handkerchief in the pink-dressed woman's hand... This must be the handkerchief she risked her life to pick up for the eldest daughter of the Cheng family, right?

He almost lost his life for others, which made the pilgrims sigh.

"Help her into the house quickly." Someone shouted, and everyone came back to their senses in an instant.

The servants brought by the pilgrims rushed forward and carried the pink-dressed woman into the nearest room. Her hair had been scattered due to her fall from the mountain, and now, lying on the bed, after brushing away her messy hair, her face was revealed to everyone.

This was a beautiful and refined face, but compared to an average person, the eye sockets were slightly deeper, and the brow bones were high...

"Is it a foreigner?" someone whispered.

"She's from Northern Frontier," Cheng Jintong's maid said. "She's a woman from Northern Frontier who came to the capital with Princess Lingxi."

Mu Rong, who was about to leave, stopped and followed him into the room after hearing this.

After seeing the woman's face clearly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: This woman is the personal maid of Princess Lingxi.

It was Herme who was sent to the Eastern Palace to seduce the Crown Prince, and who returned to Princess Lingxi after the Crown Prince was deposed.

Is it... such a coincidence?

Mu Rong stood by the door, watching the onlookers bustling about inside. A pilgrim said, "Go check to see if she's hurt."

The abbot said gently, "I've already gone to invite him."

There was a nun in Shaohua Nunnery who was a former doctor. In addition to chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist scriptures, she would also treat the other nuns in the nunnery. Occasionally, if a pilgrim felt unwell in the nunnery, the abbess would send her to take care of him.

Now, summoned by the abbot, she hurried over, half-kneeling beside the bed to feel Hermione's pulse. After a moment, she stood up and reported, "Judging from the pulse, this girl must have suffered internal injuries after falling from a height... As for the rest, my medical skills are limited and I have no way of knowing. I need to return to the capital as soon as possible to consult a doctor."

"He actually suffered internal injuries?" The abbot frowned.

Since this person is a maidservant beside Princess Lingxi, she must have come to Shaohua Temple to do things for the Princess, but now she is injured... What should I do!

After walking around the room twice, she walked up to Mu Rong and said, "I heard that the Marquis's internal strength is unmatched in the Great Zhou. Could you please use your internal strength to heal her so that she can make it to the capital?"

Mu Rong didn't answer, but looked at the nun who was checking Hermione's pulse: "Will her internal injuries be fatal?"

"Not yet..." the nun answered truthfully.

After receiving the reply, Mu Rong glanced at the abbot and said, "Since your life is not in jeopardy, I will not expend my internal energy. After all... my internal energy is extremely precious."

Abbot: "..."

Onlookers: "..."

The abbot didn't expect that the marquis would refuse in public, so his cheeks flushed slightly.

Mu Rong didn't look at her again. Instead, he turned to Cheng Jintong, who was standing beside the bed with a troubled look on her face, and asked, "Miss Cheng, this shouldn't be your first time at Shaohua Temple. Is it because the two sides are dangerous that you can't move around freely?"

Being asked about it out of the blue, Cheng Jintong's face flushed. She had caused quite a bit of trouble in Shaohua Temple today and was afraid that she would be confined by her grandfather when she returned. She no longer had the sharp tongue she had when she was arguing with Lin Jiaoyue.

She lowered her head, like a quail. "I... I knew it, but last night I heard someone say that the flowers here are extremely beautiful. These past few days are the best time to enjoy them. If the weather gets warmer, they will wither and disappear. I... I was just curious and wanted to come and take a look. Who knew that the flowers here are beautiful, but the wind is so strong that it almost caused a disaster."

Mu Rong frowned upon hearing this. "So, Miss Cheng went to the cliff because she heard about it?"

"Exactly."

"Then do you know who was the person who spoke last night?" Mu Rong asked again.

"No... I don't know. It was already dark, and there was a wall between us, so I... I didn't notice... I guess it must be other pilgrims staying at Shaohua Temple."

Mu Rong sneered in his heart and stopped asking questions.