The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 418 There is salvation

The group arrived at Foguang Temple before dawn.

Jikong took them into the Zen room in the backyard. While treating Ji Wuwang's wounds, he also arranged for a young monk to treat their injuries.

Jiang Wantang was so sad and exhausted that she fell into a coma.

Ji Wuyuan sat upright in front of the wooden couch in the Zen room, guarding her.

Xie Zhiyan changed into clean clothes and stood in the corridor of the Zen room in the backyard, looking at the snowflakes falling outside, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhang Long silently accompanied him.

After a long pause, he hesitantly asked, "Master, do you think His Majesty will agree this time?"

Xie Zhiyan was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Yes, he will agree."

Zhang Long looked suspicious and asked, "Then Miss Jiang, she...she..."

This time, Xie Zhiyan fell completely silent.

It was almost noon when Jiang Wantang, who had been sleeping, frowned and moved her fingers slightly.

Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and was about to smooth the wrinkles on her forehead when she suddenly sat up from the couch in shock.

She called out, "Brother Xiaoqi!"

Ji Wuyuan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.

After Jiang Wantang saw clearly who was in front of the couch, he suddenly curled up his legs and took a few steps back, looking at him with fear and vigilance.

"Where is this?! Why are you here?!" Her tone was defensive and cold.

Ji Wuyuan retracted his hand, clenched his fist, and after enduring it again and again, he couldn't help but sneer: "Why, Tang'er is surprised to see me?"

Jiang Wantang calmed down instantly. She looked around and roughly confirmed that she was in the meditation room of Foguang Temple. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he lowered his eyes and saw that his clothes were clean and tidy, and his pupils trembled.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her tangled and complicated expression and sneered: "This isn't the first time I've changed your clothes, Tang'er, why are you feeling awkward?"

Jiang Wantang ignored him, raised her hand to lift the quilt and was about to get off the bed, but was stopped by Ji Wuyuan.

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes and glared at him with angry eyes.

Ji Wuyuan didn't care either, and uttered two words lightly with his thin lips: "Put on shoes."

Jiang Wantang put on his shoes and ran out without even looking back.

Ji Wuyuan certainly knew what she was going to do in such a hurry.

Undoubtedly, she was anxious to find Ji Wuwang.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her leaving back, his eyes dimming little by little.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but bend down and raised his hand to cover his heart.

In fact, his injuries had not yet healed, and he had been guarding her all night. Now, when he spoke, every word he said caused his heart to ache.

Ji Wuyuan held it in his hand for a long time until the pain eased a little, then he walked out.

He immediately saw Xie Zhiyan standing on the corridor opposite watching the snow, and walked towards him.

Two men, both tall and straight, with a cold temperament and wearing cloaks, stood under the corridor, quietly looking at the snow scene in the yard, and no one spoke.

Looking at the snow falling in the yard, Ji Wuyuan's mood suddenly became much calmer.

He glanced at Xie Zhiyan who was standing beside him and said calmly, "Don't you like her too? You gave up everything for her. Now that you have the chance, why don't you say it and push her to another man?"

Xie Zhiyan smiled, his smile was light, but his eyes became deep.

He said, "If you like someone...you have to say it out loud. Are we still together?"

Xie Zhiyan's voice was so low that it almost disappeared in the cold wind.

It seems like he is answering, but also seems like he is asking himself a question.

Ji Wuyuan was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

According to his life principles, if you like something, you must get it at all costs.

On the other side, Jiang Wantang hurried to the meditation room where the National Master and Ji Wuwang were. Shi Feng and Shi Lin were standing guard at the door.

In the Zen room, Ji Wuwang's face was still pale, and he lay on the couch silently.

Although his wounds had been bandaged and his body was wrapped in white cloth, he didn't look like he was going to be alive.

Jiang Wantang's heart tightened and he walked over slowly.

Beside the couch, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, but did not dare to touch him.

"National Master..." She began, her voice trembling. "How...how is he?"

Jikong stood aside, slowly turning the Buddhist beads in his hand. He looked at Ji Wuwang, whose life or death was uncertain on the couch, and then looked at Jiang Wantang, who looked nervous in front of him.

He couldn't help but sigh and whispered: "Everything has its destiny..."

"He has a calamity in his life, if he escapes it, he will be the emperor..."

"If you don't dodge it, you will die young and die."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Jiang Wantang's eyes instantly flushed red, and she asked in disbelief, "National Master...what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean by death?!"

Jikong lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Wantang who was looking very excited, and compassion appeared in his eyes again.

His voice was low and distant, as if it came from a distant time and space: "Donor, you should know that you two are not destined to be together."

"From the moment you two met, his calamity began." Jikong said, spinning the Buddhist beads in his hand. "Later, although he broke the emperor's fate, he went to the northern border and became a hegemon."

His gaze fell on Jiang Wantang's gradually pale face: "But since the day we met again, it was destined that he would not be able to escape this disaster."

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled violently, as if something exploded in his mind.

Her body swayed unbearably and she almost fell to the ground, barely holding on by holding on to the edge of the couch.

"You mean..." Jiang Wantang's whole body was shaking, and he said in panic, "His fate...is me?"

Jikong looked at her and nodded.

Jiang Wantang's body trembled, tears falling uncontrollably...

She subconsciously gripped the edge of the couch, her fingers turning white from the force.

"Then... does he know?" Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes to look at Ji Wuwang who was lying on the couch. Although she tried her best to hold back, her tone was still unbearably broken.

Jikong sighed softly and said calmly, "He knows."

After he finished speaking, he added: "I knew it a long time ago."

really......

The corners of Jiang Wantang's lips curved into a faint smile, which felt both sour and bitter.

How could someone be as stupid as him?

Even though he knew it was a dead end, he still rushed back to find her...

Jiang Wantang's heart tightened sharply. Her fingers dug deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

After a moment, she raised her hand and gently stroked Ji Wuwang's eyebrows, and said calmly: "So if I die, his calamity will be resolved?"

Jikong was silent for a moment, his eyes falling on Ji Wuwang lying on the couch: "Originally it should have been, but now he has met his doom. Even if you die, he can't save the situation."

Jiang Wantang's heart sank completely, and a hint of powerless despair flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, she closed her eyes. When she raised her head again, her eyes were so calm that it was frightening: "Now...what can I do to save him?"

"What is this ray of hope that the Imperial Master is talking about?"

Jikong looked at her and saw that she was able to force herself to stay calm and quickly find the key to solving the problem in this situation, and a hint of admiration unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

"He can be saved, but..." He paused and said in a complicated tone, "The person who can save him is not you."