Wanwan is not Wanwan: Who will spoil you after you are reborn?

Zi Ling clenched her hands suddenly, and Madam Shen cried out in pain.

"Xiaoxiao, go to the gate immediately and try to stop them from leaving."

Zi Ling said, looking at the little monk, "Notify everyone to gather at the entrance to the forbidden area in the back mountain immediately, and quickly!"

Are you planning to give up on her, sir?

Shen Wanshu's face turned pale, "But sir, how can I..."

"Don't forget, you are still the fourth daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. You are just bringing Madam Shen to the Jokhang Temple to pray for blessings."

Zi Ling's voice was cold and she didn't allow for any further arguments.

Shen Wanshu was startled, but shook her head. "The others are fine, but it was Feiyue who came. If I remember correctly, she was with Shen Wanwan..."

"Keng!"

Zi Ling pulled out a dagger and pressed it against Shen Wanshu's neck. "Are you questioning my decision?"

Shen Wanshu trembled all over, "I'll go, I'll go right now..."

Zi Ling let her go.

Shen Wanshu walked forward with weak legs. When she realized that the person behind her had left, she turned around and looked in that direction with obvious anger in her eyes.

The Shen family deserves to die, and the Japanese spies deserve to die too!

She pursed her lips and walked quickly towards the temple gate.

"Oh, Fourth Miss Shen is still here. Didn't you come here with Old Madam Shen to burn incense and pray for blessings? Where are her family members?"

Feiyue looked at Shen Wanshu, her eyes full of teasing.

What does she mean?

From a distance, Shen Wanshu paused and looked at Feiyue in red, her heart beating fast.

The army behind Feiyue was wearing armor with flame symbols, holding weapons, and lined up in several neat layers.

On the other hand, at the Jokhang Temple, almost all the monks were there, and there were only a handful of warrior monks holding wooden sticks.

Regardless of their strength, the Red Flame Army directly crushed the monks of the Jokhang Temple in terms of numbers.

From the emperor to the common people, everyone in Nanyao Kingdom worships Buddhism and has great respect for the monks in the temples.

If the Red Flame Army was not absolutely sure, they would not be here today.

Shen Wanshu took a deep breath and opened her red lips slightly, "Grandmother..."

Feiyue suddenly moved and appeared beside Shen Wanshu in the blink of an eye.

Before anyone could react, he reached out and grabbed the latter's collar, tiptoed on the ground, and flew away from the spot.

"General Qin, I leave this to you."

……

In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, inside the altar.

After Shen Wanwan put the furnace into the space, she turned around and happened to meet Canglang's stunned eyes.

Her eyes accidentally swept across his feet, and she took a few quick steps to Canglang's side. With a thought, a bowl appeared in her hand.

"Drink it."

Canglang's face turned pale, and he knelt on one knee with a plop. "Miss Shen, I didn't see anything... Even if I did, I promise not to say a single word..."

Feiyue had been with her for so long, working so hard, but she still beat him half to death with Xiang Wuhen. Now that he knew her secret, wouldn't he be killed to silence him?

Shen Wanwan frowned, "You don't want to drink?"

"Subordinate, subordinate..."

Canglang gritted his teeth, reached out to take the bowl, and brought it to his lips tremblingly.

If the master doesn't come soon, he will really die here.

How could Miss Shen be so cruel!

Knowing that he was her master's man and that he had already made his feelings known, she still wanted to kill him...

Seeing that Canglang was still hesitant to drink, Shen Wanwan reluctantly reminded him, "If you don't drink now, the evil spirit in your body will enter your internal organs. Even the Great Luo Immortal will be unable to save you by then."

Miss Shen is not trying to silence him, but saving him?