The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

The old woman looks to be in her sixties or seventies now, with white hair, but she is neatly dressed and looks like a decent person.

Mingyue held her hand tightly and said, "Grandma, if my aunt were still alive, with your prayers, she would definitely be living a very good life."

The mother-in-law's eyes lit up. "What the little girl said makes sense. I have to live a few more years and pray for my daughter."

"Uh-huh!"

Two people, one old and one young, supported each other and walked up the mountain.

Yu Youyou wiped her tears and stepped forward to hold her mother-in-law's other hand, "Grandma, I'll support you too."

Grandma smiled with her eyebrows curved. She hadn't felt this kind of happiness of being accompanied by others for a long time. "Good children, good children, you are all good children."

It was as if I saw my daughter by my side and my granddaughters surrounding me asking for candy.

After a while, we arrived at the entrance of the small Taoist temple.

A bit depressed, but not dilapidated.

For some reason, Mingyue felt right at home. She wanted to go in immediately, but then she stopped herself. The inexplicably tangled feeling in her heart made her feel a little annoyed.

Touching the wall, I see traces of time, and my mind instantly imagines what it should have looked like. And the sound of a young girl's laughter lingers in my ears...

"Master Yunzhi, can you marry?"

"Master Yunzhi, are you moved today?"

"Master Yunzhi, Yunzhi~Brother Yun~"

Mingyue shook her head, trying to get rid of everything in her mind.

At this time, the little Taoist priest appeared again. This time Mingyue saw it clearly. His face was exactly the same as Wen Zhi's, except that the edges and corners were more distinct.

She ran to him again, grabbed his wrist, lifted his sleeve, and sure enough, there was a scab mark on it.

That was the scar left when Wen Zhi fell to the ground to save her when a horse was startled in Minghao Academy.

"Wen Zhi!"

Seeing that he had no reaction, Mingyue asked anxiously, "Wen Zhi, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me?"

At this time, an old Taoist came and pulled the young Taoist priest behind him. There was shock and disgust in his eyes when he looked at Mingyue, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Mingyue, "Female believer, please don't embarrass our young disciple."

Mingyue took a deep breath. She was too excited just now. "Excuse me, Taoist priest, why is my friend here? It seems like he doesn't recognize me."

A trace of anger flashed across the Taoist priest's face. "Shanxin, you may have recognized the wrong person. This is my little disciple, Yun'er, not the one you are talking about."

"How is it possible... I clearly saw it just now..." Mingyue wanted to say something but was stopped by Jiang Mengrou.

"Master, my daughter doesn't know the rules very well. I hope you can forgive me."

"It's okay. The female believer and her family are noble people who haven't been seen for a hundred years. Everything will go well for you in the future." After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he bowed to Jiang Mengrou again, turned around and left with the young Taoist priest.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your kind words."

Mingyue was stopped by Zhao Yunshan, "Dad, why are you stopping me?"

"Mingyue, don't be rude to the Taoist priest. That person is not Wen Zhi at all." Jiang Mengrou spoke to her daughter angrily for the first time.

Mingyue was a little bit incredulous. He asked the two maids who had been following him, "Zhizhi, did you see clearly? It's Wen Zhi, right?"

Zhizhi shook her head and said, "Miss, I think I was mistaken. That person doesn't look like Young Master Wen at all."

Tao Tao also echoed, "Miss, it really is not Master Wen."

Even Minghao shook his head at himself.

Mingyue began to doubt herself, but she had seen it clearly, that face, the scars in that place...

She wouldn't be wrong!

Could it be...that she really remembered it wrong?

Mingyue looked back every few steps, but she didn't see the little Taoist priest. Could it be that she really saw it wrong?

She sighed, and the moment she turned around, the old Taoist priest who was meditating in the room suddenly fell to the ground and fainted.

Beside him, the young Taoist priest who had been as stunned as a puppet regained his clarity in his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Yan Yin, you take yourself too seriously."

"Click"

After the young Taoist priest left, in the deserted room, the old Taoist priest's arms were twisted and broken. He cried out in pain and looked at the two paintings on the wall in horror, "Master...you are so confused!"

The little Taoist priest walked out of the room and changed his appearance with a wave of his hand. Upon closer inspection, the colors of his clothes were somewhat similar to Mingyue's today.

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Jiang Mengrou pinched her temples, feeling somewhat puzzled. She was so young, could it be that she had lost her memory?

As soon as she entered the small Taoist temple, her memory was cut off, and she didn't remember anything that happened afterwards. She didn't dare to tell anyone.

In fact, except Mingyue, no one present had any memory of that moment.

Including the part where Mingyue and the old Taoist priest argue.

Everyone remained silent, afraid that others would notice that something was wrong with them.

Mingyue was also immersed in her own troubles and did not notice the situation of others.

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"Old man, your apprentice's disciple is too mean. How dare he speak to my sister like that!"

"Old man, where did your disciple go? How come only his body is left here?"

"Old man, my sister won't make the same mistake again!"

"Old man, old man, are you listening to me?"

"Hey hey hey, my highness, I'm just a poor street vendor, how would I know all this?" The old man was speechless, but his hands calculating behind his back betrayed his calmness.

The boy pretended to be ignorant and silently put his hand on his to try to understand what the old man was thinking.

[Hey, this this this boy, hey, my good disciple, why are you still looking for things for the little girl? ]

[So many people are helping the girl to complete her soul, why is he planning to do it all by himself?]

[Alas, it will take a few years to see whether these two are destined to be together.]

[Hey, this bastard, trouble-making, uneducated, mischievous, fussy little prince, why is he silent? He's so quiet, it's not like him.]

"Teacher, I'm reading." The boy turned his head and smiled fakely, with sparks coming out of his eyes while reading.

"That's great." The old man said with relief.

[Your Highness, you've grown up. You've learned to study hard and even call me teacher~]

[But how did he know what I was asking in my heart?!]

[No, no, how could this guy possibly know what I'm thinking? He's not that stinky girl.]

The old man leaned back in his chair and relaxed, feeling the massage of the clouds.