The incense of Puguang Temple is very prosperous, and some noble ladies and ladies in the capital will always come here to make incense.

But since the last time there was an incident with the side concubine of the Yan Wangfu, and then it was bloodshed, and it was a private affair, so that this Buddhist holy land was also stained with blood and conspiracy, and some people felt that this place was not good, so the incense was a lot lighter than other years, and it was the time of the autumn depression.

As the afternoon approached evening, even if someone came to incense, as long as they did not stay overnight, they had already left.

The carriages in front of the mountain gate are less and less, only a few are left to park there alone, of course, the carriage of Feng Jue Dye did not appear in the parking lot of Puguang Temple so brightly, the car was parked in the jungle under the mountain, Feng Jueran held Mo Xue Tong and took a few guards to ride a horse into the back door of Puguang Temple from the trail.

The scope of Puguang Temple is very large, the back door is connected to the mountain forest, a path is tortuous and hidden in it, or the monks go down the mountain from the back door to carry water, usually no pilgrims will go up and down from here, the road surface is uneven, Mo Xue Tong will be carried in front of him by the wind, carefully protected, but do not feel how much bumps.

The horse stopped near the back door, a guard led the horse down, and the rest of them disappeared into the temple with a wave of their hands under the hint of Feng Jueran, Feng Jueran helped Mo Xuetong to stand in place for a while, and then took her into the temple, the back door was not locked, pushed the door open, and the two of them entered the temple together.

One of the guards secretly appeared and whispered a few words in Feng Jueran's ear, Feng Jueran nodded, and a trace of evil flashed in his glowing eyes.

Stretched out his hand and hugged Mo Xue Tong into his arms, took her hand and let her hug herself, holding Mo Xue Tong like a blue bird leaping, quietly dodging on the roof of a Buddhist hall.

"Will Concubine Wen come here?" Mo Xue Tong looked at the Buddha hall under him, the main hall had been lit with lights, there was only one, it looked a little dim, and the tall gods and Buddhas on it were dressed, there was an indescribable weirdness, but there were no people!

Feng Jueran stretched out his hand to pull out a few tiles, freeing up a small hole, just to see the situation below, the sky outside has darkened, more and more halls are lit with lights, and it is a little clearer than here from a distance.

As for those Buddha halls where no one is around, you only need to light one and offer an everlasting lamp in front of the Buddha, and this one in front of you is.

"Don't worry, of course Concubine Wen will come, otherwise wouldn't her mother's heart be in vain!" Feng Jueran said with a lazy smile, took Mo Xue's pupils into his arms, and turned his body sideways to block some of the wind for her, and the autumn night was a little cooler.

"Isn't her son dead? Even if she has this mother's heart, she is also the emperor's heart, and now that the emperor is not there, who is her mother's heart for?" Mo Xuetong gently pushed him, and said coquettishly, along the way, he deliberately did not explain, making her guess in her heart, but there was no answer, and her heart was itching.

The child in Concubine Wengui's belly is gone, but she still pleads for that concubine, this kind of thing, Mo Xuetong is a hundred people who don't believe it, in the last life, she was also a mother, and she knew the heart-rending pain when the child in her belly was lost, as a mother, how could she be so generous, a child who was about to be born was killed in vain, that kind of flesh and blood is enough to make a mother crazy and lose her mind.

Concubine Wen can do it so calmly, unless she is not pregnant, or the child is not lost......

"Okay, okay, look, she's not here, I promise that the next thing will make Hitomi unexpected, let's watch the show!" Feng Jueran looked below, stretched out his head and whispered in Mo Xuetong's ear, seeing that her white and tender earlobes were on the side of her mouth, when she unceremoniously stretched out her tongue and licked it gently, the licking Mo Xuetong was clever, and the place where the earlobe was as white as snow was immediately visible red.

glared at him fiercely, this person is really, and he is still making trouble at this time.

It's just that the angry glare that should have been full of momentum fell in Feng Jueran's eyes, and it was just a shy and disgusting self, where there was half a point of strength, but it made his narrow phoenix eyes show some dazzling smiles, his phoenix eyes were extremely beautiful, in this dark autumn night, it was more dazzling and brilliant than the stars of the nine heavens.

Mo Xuetong was unconsciously attracted by his handsome eyes, and forgot to be annoyed and angry for a while, unconsciously followed his gestures, leaned on his body, the big palm caressed her slender waistline, hugged her tightly against him, and the kiss fell gently.

Gentle and pampering......

Everything in heaven and earth seems to be quiet, only the night is shrouded in this pair of extremely beautiful people, the wind raises the purple robe, and the pale yellow cloud clothes embraced in it are more like the noble and elegant purple flowers tightly guarded by the stamen, embraced by purple, and the soul dreams depend on each other......

"Concubine Wen, what are you looking for this king?" a cold voice came from below.

Woke up the person who was invested in the kiss, Mo Xuetong came to his senses, pushed the man who kissed him gently, and looked down with his eyes in a hurry, how unfamiliar she was with this voice, she always felt that he was really destined for this Puguang Temple, and he lost a side concubine here last time, and there was a scandal, but not this time.

Yan Wang Feng Juelei!

Feng Jueran was extremely annoyed, gritting his teeth and secretly hating Feng Juelei and Concubine Wen Guifei It was really not the right time for him to come, he was kissing sweetly here, it was rare for Pupil to be so invested again, when his heart was in full bloom, he was suddenly awakened, very depressed, his eyes looked down along Mo Xuetong's line of sight, and there was a bewitching smile at the corner of his lips, evil spirit!

There is still only one everlasting lamp lit in the main hall, and a woman wearing an ordinary woman's costume appeared under the flickering light of the everlasting lamp......

Standing far away opposite her was Feng Juelei, Feng Juelei had just entered the gate of the Buddha hall, and he didn't come over, but was at the door, and before closing the door of the main hall slightly, he asked directly, the other party's concubine appeared here without being dumbfounded, showing that the two of them were meeting here.

Compared with Concubine Wen's excitement, the look on Feng Juelei's face was pale and almost cold.

"Lei'er, I'm ......" Seeing Feng Juelei, Concubine Wen's usual self-contained calmness was gone, and she took two steps forward excitedly, and was about to rush over and hug Feng Juelei, the expression on her face was sad and happy, mixed with an indescribable sadness and joy.

Feng Juelei didn't let her pounce, her body avoided a step to the side, and she happened to avoid Concubine Wen's embrace, and her face turned cold: "Concubine Wen, you should know that I am King Yan, you should still call me His Royal Highness King Yan!"

This is extremely rude, although in the real sense, Concubine Wen is not Feng Juelei's mother, nor is she the queen who raised him, and it is very normal to call King Yan, but looking at the current situation, Concubine Wen Guifei pounced on her with excitement, but was pushed away so gently by him, and specially told her to call him King Yan, and the tone was extremely indifferent and alienated.

Concubine Wen's heart was stung!

Staggered two steps, stood still holding on to the door frame on the side, turned his head, and had tears in his eyes: "Lei'er, I am your own mother, you, how can you do this to me?"

For so many years in the deep palace, all the plans were for her son, in order to allow him to get more powerful support, she did not hesitate to give birth to her child in advance, and secretly changed the boy in Ling Mei's life, and then poisoned Ling Meiren to death, so that he could be raised under the queen's knees, and since then he has been supported by the Dingguo Mansion.

Every time she saw her son, she couldn't help but stop, although she repeatedly warned herself that it was impossible to come forward to recognize him, but her own flesh and blood, that flesh and blood affection, how could it be indelible, so she secretly sent some food to Feng Juelei again and again, and secretly watched him play in the garden.

However, when the truth was revealed, why was the mother-son relationship so cold that there was no trace of temperature, Concubine Wen admitted that she had done nothing wrong, and she was also dedicated to her son, why did Feng Juelei ignore the fact that her mother was beside her, and she had been cold to her like a stranger.

"Mother?" Feng Juelei showed a cold smile at the corner of his lips, with a faint sneer, "Concubine Wen, this king is sure that this king's mother is Ling Meiren, although she does not have a high position until she dies, but she is the real mother of this king, and she has always protected this king to grow up, and until she died, she also protected!"

At that time, he was also five or six years old, and he also remembered, the bowl of blood soup with a fishy smell was originally meant to be served to him, because he gave birth to a son, and his identity was not the branch of the Dingguo Mansion.

Although someone has tested the food, she is still not at ease, she always tries it herself, the fish soup is like this in front of her, she picked up the spoon, gently lifted a spoonful, put it into the corner of her lips, with a faint soft smile on her face, smiled at Feng Juelei, who was sitting on the side waiting to use the fish soup.

Feng Jue's spoon was even raised.

But the shocking change happened, the second spoon that Ling Meiren stretched out did not reach her mouth after all, the spoon in her hand fell into the bowl, and a mouthful of black blood spit out in the fish soup, the snow-white fish soup, mixed with the bright color of ink, weird and poignant, the corners of the blood-stained lips only had time to call Feng Juelei's name in a low voice, and the pair of smart eyes in the past looked straight at Feng Juelei, full of sadness......

Even after so many years, Feng Juelei still can't forget the desolation and pain on Ling Meiren's face, and his affection and pity for him, at that time, he was too young, I heard that several palace maids were jealous of Ling Meiren's favor, so they deliberately harmed her, and those people were also executed.

However, Feng Juelei still targets the queen, if Ling Meiren has no one who benefits the most, it is this childless middle palace lady, who has raised herself, can be regarded as raising a prince, Queen Yu only has benefits, and there are too many benefits with the Dingguo Mansion, so although he is very respectful to the queen, he is not close!

But who would have thought that things were not like this at all, the woman in front of him, who looked kind but was actually vicious, was his own mother, which made Feng Juelei willing to accept it.