Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

Old Madam Zhou thought about it over and over again, but she couldn't figure out how this little girl could have such a connection with Master Xuwu.

Lin was also unsure and could only say, "Master Xuwu traveled extensively. When Man'er was in Jiangyang, she visited many temples to worship Buddha and pray for her family. Perhaps they had seen him before."

This explanation is not without reason.

But think about it, there are tens of thousands of people who go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha every day. Master Xuwu has seen so many pilgrims, but how many of them can catch his eye?

Madam Zhou held Lin's hand and looked at her lovingly, "Man'er is a lucky girl."

On the other side, Su Manman had a delicious meal at Master Xuwu's place, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and expressed her gratitude respectfully.

"Don't be polite when you stay at Baiyun Temple."

Master Xuwu smiled kindly, staring at people with his eyes, which made Su Manman feel uneasy.

"Master, what else do you want?"

Master Xuwu laughed heartily and asked, "Would you like to meet that Master Yoyo?"

"Ok?"

This Master Xuwu is a good friend of King Qi Yemo.

That Yoyo is the person that King Qi Yemo is looking for.

She didn't want to get involved in the grievances between them.

She pondered for a moment, then sat back down, saying respectfully, "Master, in this vast sea of ​​people, it's fate that I've met you. With him..."

She paused, "Some people are just passers-by in life. It doesn't matter whether we meet or not."

"Click!" A crisp sound came from the incense room next door.

A chess piece fell heavily onto the chessboard. The hand that had put down the chess piece slowly clenched it, gripping it tighter and tighter.

"What's that sound?" Su Manman pricked up her ears alertly.

Master Xuwu acted as if he hadn't heard anything and waved his hand, "You should go back first. There was a violent storm last night, and the mountain road was destroyed. I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for a few days."

"Thank you, Master!"

Su Manman came back to her senses, clasped her hands together in greeting, and left.

When the figure disappeared through the archway, the window of the incense room next door slowly opened.

In front of the window, beside a low table, a man in a black brocade robe was looking at the black chess pieces on the table.

On the chessboard, the two sides are fighting fiercely, and the outcome will be decided overnight.

The chess piece that Ye Mo had just dropped happened to land on the opponent's vital point, locking him in check.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Master Xuwu walked in slowly, sat down at the table, and saw the changes on the chess board.

He sat down on the futon, put down the white piece, and said, "Your Highness is very aggressive and seems angry."

"So obvious?" Ye Mo placed another move, pressing forward, "I'm just a little unwilling to accept it."

Five years have passed, and he has been thinking about her, missing her, and looking for her.

Even though he once thought she was a man, he kept looking for her.

And she just regarded him as a passer-by in her life.

"Wow!"

Upon hearing this, Master Xuwu stretched out his hand and flicked his sleeve to shuffle the chess pieces on the board.

Ye Mo was startled, holding the black piece in his hand, his movements frozen in place.

"The chessboard is in chaos, the destiny has been broken, Your Highness can start to rearrange the arrangement." Master Void said softly.

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Su Manman came out of the Zen courtyard and found that the little monk waiting at the door had been replaced.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

The young monk carried the food box in one hand and bowed with the other, "Amitabha, donor, we meet again."

"Yes, we meet again."

"So the female donor is a distinguished guest of Master Xuwu." His eyes sparkled. "I am Mingjing. Three months from now, when you come to Baiyun Temple, I will give you a jar of fragrant vinegar."

This person turned out to be the young monk who wanted to give him vinegar yesterday.

Su Manman smiled faintly and said in return, "Thank you, Master Mingjing."

The two walked one after the other. After their conversation yesterday, they met again today and quickly became lively.

Su Manman asked softly, "Master Mingjing, I saw the jar yesterday and it was quite good. I heard it was made by Master Wang Er?"

"You also know Master Wang Er?"

"He was in his early forties, had a full beard, and a black mole the size of a broad bean on the right side of his chin."

"Yes, it was him." Ming Jing said, "I wanted to help my fellow monks buy some jars, and just as I was walking down the street in the capital, I ran into him."

"He set up a stall, and many people came to his stall to order custom porcelain."

Ming Jing looked innocent, "Indeed, the jars he made are really good."

This Wang Er, fake porcelain, poison bowls, jars of gunpowder, why is he everywhere?

"Then do you know where Wang Er lives? How can we find him?"

Su Manman continued to inquire, "He once made a celadon vase for my grandmother, and she loved it very much. Unfortunately, she accidentally broke it not long ago."

Su Manman said regretfully, "I couldn't bear to see my grandmother sad, so I wanted to find him and ask him to help me bake another one."

Ming Jing shook his head. "I don't know where he lives. I met him on the street that day and ordered the altar. He delivered it to the temple and I paid him the money."

Ming Jing said with regret, "Originally, the jar was fired two days ago, but Master Wang Er was delayed by something, so it was scheduled to be delivered yesterday."

"Who knew that the carriage that was delivering the jars yesterday encountered heavy rain, and the vehicle was bumpy, breaking several jars."

"That's probably why Master Wang Er didn't come to the temple. He sent a deliveryman up the mountain and left halfway."

It turned out to be the case.

The jars sent to Baiyun Temple were rarely checked by patrolling soldiers.

So, the assassins used jars to hold gunpowder.

On the way, they took out the gunpowder and buried it on the road that Ye Mo had to take to return to the capital.

Once the plan succeeds and the gunpowder explodes, no one will be able to find out about the jar sent to Baiyun Temple.

Unfortunately, there was a change of plan.

Yesterday, when they had taken out half of the gunpowder, it started to rain heavily.

If gunpowder gets damp, it won't ignite.

So, they placed the jar directly under the tree roots and connected the fuse to prevent the gunpowder from getting wet.

This Wang Er is related to the poison of Huanyue Kingdom and the assassin.

His identity must be extraordinary.

Mingjing led her out of the courtyard and walked her to the gate of Kongjing Courtyard. "Female donor, your incense room is over there. I will go there to deliver the vegetarian food."

This empty courtyard is divided into two parts after entering the door, separated by a low wall in the middle.

Yesterday, Su Manman and her friends lived in the courtyard on the right, and the courtyard on the left was clearly empty.

"Are there people living here?" she asked curiously.

"It's His Royal Highness Prince Qi," Mingjing whispered. "Last night there was a heavy rainstorm, and His Royal Highness was seriously injured and had to return. The other incense rooms in the temple were full, so he had no choice but to stay here."

Seriously injured?

He was clearly in great shape this morning, how come he is seriously injured now?

Mingjing went in carrying the lunch box. Su Manman turned around and walked back, feeling unhappy in her heart.

In his previous life, he was shot in the heart by an arrow during this assassination attempt and was seriously injured.

In this life, she clearly helped him resolve the crisis. Could it be that another accident happened after she left?

While I was still suspicious, I heard slow footsteps and voices coming from the other side of the low wall.

For some reason, Su Manman quickly hid in the corner and dared not move.

"Zhuifeng, tell me, has His Highness fallen in love with someone else?" It was Wu Xiaowen's voice.

He sighed softly and asked again, "Why do I feel that His Highness has fallen in love with the young man in the cave again?"

The young master he was talking about was her.

Su Manman stood at the foot of the wall, holding her breath, her fingers intertwined under her sleeves, becoming tighter and tighter.