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Xiao Fengqing allowed her to pat him, but his slender hands tightly clasped her waist and wouldn't let go. Nie Wushuang became anxious and wanted to bite his shoulder hard.

Xiao Fengqing chuckled: "Bite it, it's not like I haven't been bitten by you before. I still treasure that Yinzi."

Nie Wushuang immediately blushed when he heard this. Seeing her blushing face, Xiao Fengqing slowly lifted up her sleeves as if to tease her. When Nie Wushuang took a look, sure enough, on his fair arm, there was still a shocking wound from Chen An.

Nie Wushuang hesitated a few times, and finally looked at Xiao Fengqing and sighed: "What do you want from Wushuang, Your Highness?"

Xiao Fengqing's slender fingers gently touched her red lips and said slowly: "I don't want to do anything. I just want to stay well for a while. Anyway."

The wind in the bamboo forest blew gently, and the bamboo leaves rustled. Nie Wushuang's thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. The two of them have come all the way to this point. From the time when she stopped horses in the street in Qi State, to the current doting empress in the harem, they are like two different worlds.

She looked at him. At this time, under the green shade, there was a faint hint of desolation in his handsome eyebrows.

She couldn't see through his thoughts, and he was always moody, making it even harder to guess. Nie Wushuang didn't know how to make him let go. Suddenly, Xiao Fengqing chuckled: "Tell me, some people killed so many people when they were young and did so many bad things. How can they still believe in Buddhism when they are old? This is not a joke. What?"

Nie Wushuang didn't know who he was referring to, so he replied thoughtfully: "Maybe that person has repented?"

Xiao Fengqing shook her head, with contempt on her face: "If that person can repent, there will no longer be bad people in this world."

He let her go and stroked her cheek with a smile: "I'm leaving." He was about to turn around, but Nie Wushuang suddenly remembered the woman just now and couldn't help but ask, "Who was that person just now?"

Xiao Fengqing turned around and laughed: "An insignificant palace concubine. Are you jealous?"

"No!" Nie Wushuang was ashamed and annoyed, and replied coldly: "Wushuang just doesn't want to ruin His Highness's good deeds again!"

Xiao Fengqing smiled slightly and left with a smile.

Nie Wushuang waited until his figure disappeared, then took a handful of bamboo leaves and kneaded them in his hands. The broken bamboo leaves all over the floor still couldn't calm her mind. He made an agreement with her that one would be in the palace and the other would be outside the palace to help each other, but his words and deeds repeatedly exceeded the limits of her tolerance, which really made her doubt what he wanted to do.

When Xia Lan saw Xiao Fengqing leaving, she stepped forward and asked timidly: "Madam, let's go. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Nie Wushuang sighed and turned to leave.

A pavilion had been set up on the high platform of the Ancestral Temple, and all the concubines and clan members were watching inside. In front of the Ancestral Temple, Sanskrit chants were chanting and incense smoke was lingering. Nie Wushuang was sitting in the back, looking at Empress Dowager Gao who was chanting sutras with her eyes closed in the Buddhist field, and suddenly remembered what Xiao Fengqing said just now.

He said, "...some people killed so many people when they were young and did so many bad things. How can they still believe in Buddhism when they are old..."

It turned out that he was referring to Queen Mother Gao.

Nie Wushuang felt a faint emotion in her heart. Just as she was about to look again, she suddenly felt someone in the crowd staring at her. By the time she wanted to recognize who that person was, those eyes had quickly averted their eyes. It felt very bad to be watched secretly. Nie Wushuang suppressed the discomfort in his heart, closed his eyes and read the Buddhist scriptures in his hands. Nie Wushuang didn't leave until the Buddhist service was over.

She walked back slowly, suddenly stopped, took out the hidden handkerchief in her arms and showed it to Yang Zhi: "Is it true that the owner of this handkerchief cannot be found?"

Yang Zhi shook his head: "I have gone to check it out. The materials for this veil are everywhere in the palace, and there is no signature on it, so I really can't find it out."

Nie Wushuang frowned and thought for a while: "Anyway, be careful. I felt someone was looking at me just now. Could it be that person?"

Yang Zhi thought for a while and shook his head in confusion.

Nie Wushuang was also confused. Thinking about the conversation with Qingyuan that day, there was no reason to say it, it was just some angry words.

She thought about it, and before she knew it, she had arrived in front of the Sutra Pavilion. The "Sutra Pavilion" is still surrounded by green trees, and there is no sound of people.

Nie Wushuang went upstairs and saw Qingyuan sitting on a futon among the bookshelves. When he saw her coming, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why is Donor Nie here?"

When Nie Wushuang heard this, cold sweat suddenly ran down his back. She took out the note in her arms and handed it to Qingyuan: "Is this written by Master Qingyuan?"

Qingyuan took it and looked at it, shaking his head: "It was not written by Xiao Monk."

Nie Wushuang screamed in her heart. She turned around suddenly and wanted to go downstairs. Suddenly Yang Zhi came up and said, "Mother, the Queen Mother is already coming. I saw the Queen Mother coming this way on her shoulders."

Nie Wushuang couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Why did the Queen Mother come here at this time?"

Yang Zhi shook his head: "I don't know."

Nie Wushuang looked at Qingyuan sitting upright, feeling anxious and angry, and stamped his feet: "The disaster is coming, what Buddhist scriptures should Master Qingyuan recite at this time?"

Qingyuan looked surprised and pronounced a Buddha's name: "What kind of disaster? The young monk doesn't understand."

Nie Wushuang remembered that Aunt Wu, who taught her, told her about an old incident in the palace. Once, a palace concubine injured her foot while offering incense. A monk who was passing by down the mountain kindly helped her and gave her a hand. As a result, the incident passed by everyone. It was passed down from word to mouth, but it turned out that the palace concubine and the monk were secretly communicating with each other, and the concubine and the monk were cheating on each other.

Affection. The emperor was furious and ordered the death of the palace concubine. The monk also burned himself to apologize.

She has tasted the power of rumors. The so-called public opinion is the best, and she can lose almost everything without a trace. Now that she has met Qingyuan in private without anyone's permission, if she is hit by someone,

See, how can we escape safely again?

Nie Wushuang was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead. He would definitely be bumped into if he went out at this time. But in this pavilion, a man and a woman are alone. Even if there are palace officials to testify, the two of them cannot be separated from each other.

When Qing Qing saw Nie Wushuang, his face turned pale, and he gradually became aware of this delicate situation. He sighed: “Don’t worry, Donor Nie, the young monk will definitely prove Donor Nie’s innocence in front of the Queen Mother.”

Nie Wushuang sneered and asked: "How to prove it? Master Qingyuan believes that Buddhism is boundless, how can he escape at this time? Has Master Qingyuan never heard about the death of a palace concubine in the second year of Haochang?"

When Qingyuan heard this, he was shocked and suddenly speechless: "This..."

"Even if you, Master Qingyuan, die right now, you can't protect my innocence!" Nie Wushuang said angrily: "Let's think about how to escape!"

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(This article was first published by Hongxiu Tianxiang)