"Niangniang, the dim sum is here", when Ling Ran walked into the room with a tray, he saw Concubine Jing sitting on the couch by the window with a book.

The scroll in her hand turned over to a painting with mountains and rivers, but Concubine Jing's gaze did not stay on the picture but drifted out of the window, staying in nowhere.

"Niangniang, this is the glutinous rice and fruit dumplings made by Chef Xilin, made with Chef Xia's recipe", Ling Ran whispered as he placed the tray on the table.

"Did you say that Chef Xia has entered the temple now?" , Concubine Jing suddenly spoke.

Ling Ran stepped forward and took the book from Concubine Jing's hand, helped it up, and replied, "It's been almost an hour since the time was counted, and I thought it should begin."

"Less than an hour?" , Hearing Ling Ran's words, Concubine Jing waved her hand, "This time is about not in the temple yet."

Ling Ran remembered that although his mother had not gone to the deepest part of the temple, she must have heard of it when she got along with His Majesty in private, and if you want to say which one of the royal families today has entered the temple the most times, it is the eighth princess Ye Si.

Without asking more, Ling Ran served Concubine Jing and sat down and stood aside, and Concubine Jing didn't say anything more while eating snacks.

In the cave below the temple, Hua Mian stood on the side of the suspension bridge and held the stone pillar at the head of the bridge, his knees trembled slightly involuntarily, Hua Mian always thought that he was not afraid of heights, whether it was a plane or a high-altitude amusement facility playing in the playground, he had never been so afraid of it now, but he didn't expect the negative feelings caused by the lack of protection measures to be so strong.

The national teacher raised the glass lamp in his hand in front of the suspension bridge now, and read something silently, and the priests behind him also lined up to read the same action, and Hua Mian looked left and right, and no one paid attention to him, so he had to imitate their movements and fold his hands.

Because he didn't know what they were reading, Hua Mian whispered the texts he had memorized in middle school, until a gust of wind blew through the side of the bridge, blowing away the fog that had shrouded the bridge, and then the national teacher put down his hand and said, "You can go, Lord Tenjin has opened the way and allowed us to go to the temple."

It turned out that they were waiting for this gust of wind to blow away the fog, it seems that there is some secret to the fog, and before Hua Mian could ask, the priest beside her had already made a move to guide her, so she had to swallow the question and follow the national teacher to step on the suspension bridge.

At the beginning of the road, because there were stone pillars fixed at both ends of the bridge, the feet were relatively stable, but the more you walked to the center, the more the bridge swayed, and the shaking amplitude increased, which made Huamian feel more and more unsteady.

Walking to the center of the bridge, that is, where the fog was before, Hua Mian smelled a smell of burning something in the air, judging from the direction, it should be brought by the smoke, which has been blown away by the wind, if you don't wait for the gust of wind and rush to the bridge from time to time, you will be choked into something.

Could it be that the passage that the national teacher just read can really evoke the wind? Isn't borrowing this kind of bridge from Dongfeng Zhuge Liang's patent? But it is also based on natural phenomena, and this is an underground cave, how do they know when the wind can pass through the ground?

Hua Mian looked in the direction where the wind blew before, but it was only pitch black, and she couldn't see anything, and she couldn't help but be glad that she was not claustrophobic, otherwise she would probably be sitting on the bridge with weak legs now.