Traveling through another world to stir the emperor's heart

Feng Qingyue suddenly woke up from a nightmare, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, slowly sliding down her cheeks.

In her dream, she watched Jun Lingyuan vomit blood and faint. She was extremely anxious and shouted desperately, but no one heard her cries and no one came to help.

She gasped and sat on the bed, her heart full of doubts: How could she dream of Jun Lingyuan vomiting blood? They say dreams are the opposite of reality, so he should be fine.

She slowly turned her head to look out the window, and the sunlight squeezed in through the gaps in the window.

"It seems I have slept for a long time." She thought to herself as she slowly got up, walked to the door, reached out and gently pushed it open.

Outside the door is an exquisite courtyard, with several unknown flowers blooming quietly in the corner of the wall.

The colorful petals of those flowers were still covered with morning dew, crystal clear, like tiny pearls.

"Goddess, you're up! Breakfast has been prepared for you. How do you feel today?" Lan Qing's crisp voice came.

"It's okay, I'm much better." Feng Qingyue responded, her voice still lazily with a hint of just waking up.

She slowly walked to the dining table, gently pulled out a chair and sat down.

She carefully searched the memories of the original owner, An Qingyue, but found that she had no memory of the Beiming Dynasty.

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, is it possible that the time and space she traveled through this time is different from the last time?

"Lan Qing, when you found me half a year ago, had you found the Prime Minister's daughter Chen Jin'er?" Feng Qingyue suddenly broke the silence and asked.

A trace of sadness flashed across Lan Qing's face, and she said softly, "Goddess, please accept my condolences. The king and the prime minister have mobilized most of their manpower to look for Miss Jin'er, but they have not found her yet." Her voice was a little low.

For some reason, Feng Qingyue felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart, and she herself didn't understand why she had such an emotion.

After a long silence, she said to Lan Qing, "Lan Qing, let's go find the king."

Feng Qingyue arrived at Lan Xuanming's palace. As soon as she reached the door, a eunuch came forward respectfully and stopped her.

"Goddess, the king is discussing something with Master Jin Yu and the Imperial Censor. Please allow me to go in and report." The eunuch said with his head bowed.

"Okay, thank you." Feng Qingyue said politely.

After a while, the eunuch came out and said, "Goddess, please come in."

After Feng Qingyue entered, she saw that Lan Xuanming, Chen Jinyu and Fu Yandong were all looking at her.

Lan Xuanming said with concern: "Ayue, why are you here? Is there something you want to talk to me about? Come and sit down."

Chen Jinyu and Fu Yandong clenched their fists and said respectfully, "Greetings, Goddess."

Feng Qingyue looked at Lan Xuanming and said, "Your Majesty, I want to go to Lingyin Temple again."

As soon as she said this, the three of them were startled for a moment, and then looked at her at the same time.

Lan Xuanming's face showed a trace of worry. He asked anxiously, "Ayue, why are you going there? We still haven't found the murderer who caused your accident before."

Besides, you just woke up and your body hasn't fully recovered yet.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine now." Feng Qingyue said firmly, "I also want to go out for a walk. Will you let me go?"

Chen Jinyu clasped his fists towards Lan Xuanming and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, if the goddess wishes to go, please allow me to accompany her."

Lan Xuanming looked at Feng Qingyue with a questioning look in his eyes: "Ayue, do you really want to go?"

"Your Majesty, yes." Feng Qingyue answered without hesitation, looking at Lan Xuanming with firm eyes.

Lan Xuanming sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, then let Jin Yu accompany you. I will arrange a few secret guards to accompany you. Be careful." His tone was full of helplessness and worry.

A few days later.

Lan Xuanming's face was full of worry. He stared at Feng Qingyue and reminded her again: "Ayue, you must be careful." His eyes were full of concern and worry.

Feng Qingyue bowed slightly to Lan Xuanming and said respectfully but firmly, "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will."

Chen Jinyu also stepped forward and said loudly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will protect the goddess."

Feng Qingyue got on the carriage, and then a group of people slowly set off.

"Lan Xin, I want to go outside and breathe some fresh air." Feng Qingyue said with a hint of annoyance.

"Goddess, it's a bit cold outside, let's sit inside." Lan Xin hurriedly advised.

"It's okay." Feng Qingyue said as she stood up nimbly and walked out of the car.

Chen Jinyu saw Feng Qingyue coming out in front, and hurriedly pulled his horse around and came to Feng Qingyue's carriage.

"Goddess, it's cold outside, you should go in and rest." Chen Jinyu said with concern.

"Brother Jinyu, I'm sorry. If I hadn't asked Jin'er to accompany me, she wouldn't have met with the accident." Feng Qingyue did not respond to Chen Jinyu's words, but looked at him with guilt and self-blame on her face.

"Goddess, this is not your fault." Chen Jinyu said hurriedly with some sadness.

Feng Qingyue didn't say anything else, but just looked ahead quietly, with an indescribable complex emotion in her eyes.

Finally, the team arrived at Lingyin Temple.

"Goddess, we're here." Lan Xin's voice came.

Feng Qingyue came to the main hall and looked at the smoke rising from the smoke.

The tall Buddha statue sits solemnly on the lotus platform, and its compassionate eyes seem to overlook all things in the world.

She looked at the Buddha statue above, her mind full of thoughts.

She thought to herself that in modern times she never believed in these things about gods and Buddhas, but so many things had happened this year that she seemed to be somewhat powerless.

"You guys wait for me outside? I'll go for a walk." Feng Qingyue said to the people around her.

"Goddess, this is not safe." Chen Jinyu said worriedly.

"It's okay," Feng Qingyue said calmly.

Feng Qingyue slowly walked into a house and saw an old monk sitting quietly chanting.

The old monk seemed to have known Feng Qingyue's arrival. The moment she stepped into the room, he raised his eyes slightly and spoke slowly with a mysterious and distant tone: "Donor, you have returned."

Feng Qingyue was startled and asked with a look of doubt on her face, "Monk, what do you mean?"

The old monk said slowly, "Donor, this world is like a dream, and you are like duckweed, drifting in this dream. One day, you will return to the place where your soul rests."

Feng Qingyue asked anxiously: "Monk, what are you talking about? Do you know where I come from?" Her eyes were fixed on the old monk.

The old monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and spoke again: "Donor, you are different from others. No matter where you come from, this is where you belong."

Feng Qingyue took a small step forward, her voice filled with anxiety: "Monk, please explain clearly."

The old monk just shook his head and said calmly: "When the opportunity comes, you will understand it. Don't worry."

"May I ask the monk's name?"

The old monk lowered his brows and said softly, "As a passer-by in this world, why should I leave my name behind?"

Feng Qingyue wanted to ask more questions, but the old monk no longer paid any attention to her and just continued chanting. She had no choice but to turn around and leave.