The nurse held the baby girl for a long time, and the baby girl stopped crying, Mrs. Feng took the baby girl, looked at her distressedly, and said softly: "Crying so hard, how much effort it takes, it's really hard for my child." ”

Sixteen years later.

In the past sixteen years, An Zhan often secretly went to Fengfu to see Feng Yuanzhi, not mentioning that it was good for her to marry him when she grew up, once she mentioned it, she would cry, and once she heard the crying, the people guarding outside would hunt him down and kill him like before, so that An Zhan didn't dare to mention it again.

Sixteen years have passed, Feng Yuanzhi has grown into a slim girl, these years Mrs. Feng's health has not been very good, often lying on the collapse can not get up, a few days after Feng Yuanzhi's sixteenth birthday, Mrs. Feng died of illness.

The moment Mrs. Feng closed her eyes, Feng Yuanzhi grabbed her hand and cried bitterly, and all the maids knelt on the ground. Feng Yuanzhi hugged Mrs. Feng's increasingly cool body and burst into tears, while Feng Jiang hid her face and cried at the head of Mrs. Feng's bed.

After the funeral, Mrs. Fengjiang's relatives and friends, as well as Fengjiang's relatives and friends, came to Fengfu. There are many men in Gyeongju who love Feng Yuanzhi's beauty, and they wanted to come to the door to propose, but they didn't expect her mother to die of illness, so they had to come to comfort her.

Who knew that they couldn't even see Feng Yuanzhi's face, because when the maid told her that some rich sons came to Fengfu, Feng Yuanzhi ordered them to go down and let their subordinates entertain them, and the group of sons stayed in the mansion for so long and couldn't see the face of the eldest lady, so they left Fengfu.

An Zhan had never seen Feng Yuanzhi so sad, in the past sixteen years, he often appeared by her side, but she couldn't see him, and she never noticed that there was a man by her side. In the past sixteen years, Feng Yuanzhi has a lively and active temperament, An Zhan saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help but think that he knew her in the past, and her appearance was completely different from the past sixteen years, and it was not difficult to infer that after this incident, her temperament would begin to change.

Just as Feng Yuanzhi knelt down in front of the mourning hall and cried, An Zhan walked to her side as always, he could see her, but she couldn't see him, An Zhan looked at her tearful appearance, slowly raised his hand and gently put it on the side of her face, and waited until his hand could wipe away the tears on her face with a single movement, An Zhan still took his hand back.

I really wanted to wipe the tears from her face for her, but because he was invisible, she would feel it when he touched her, and he was afraid of scaring her, so in order not to be discovered by her, he had to stand quietly beside her.

For several days after the funeral, Feng Yuanzhi cried and fainted several times, and also lay on the collapse for several days. Feng Jiang was worried that she was too sad, so he came to the room to see her several times, and said softly on the edge of her bed: "Yuan'er, if you feel uncomfortable, let Lianlian go out for a walk with you?" ”

In the early morning of the next day, Feng Yuanzhi asked someone to prepare a carriage to send her to Kyoto, and after getting off the carriage on the bank of the Luochen River, Feng Yuanzhi sat on a stone in a bamboo forest and played the bamboo flute alone.

When Mrs. Feng was young, she liked to play the flute the most, and Feng Yuanzhi was taught by her.

The weather was cold, but Feng Yuanzhi didn't feel cold at all, until the maid Su Lianlian put on a cloak for her and said to her: "It's autumn, don't get cold, Miss." ”

Only then did she realize that the weather had turned colder.

The cool breeze blew her long hair, and a plain blue long-sleeved robe was also raised slightly, and the flute stopped abruptly, Feng Yuanzhi put down the flute, glanced at the rippling layers of the river, and said to Su Lianlian: "Lianlian, you go back to the house first, I want to be quiet." ”

Su Lianlian frowned and said worriedly: "But Miss, it's not safe for you to be here alone, and besides, Lianlian is your personal maid, how can you go back by yourself first?" ”

Feng Yuanzhi's face changed, "So you mean, you don't even listen to me?" ”

Su Lianlian frowned, "That's not what Lianlian meant. ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "Then why don't you go back soon?" ”

Su Lianlian nodded and said in a low voice: "Then Lianlian will retreat first, and before dark, Lianlian will come here again to pick up the young lady and return home." ”

After Su Lianlian retreated, Feng Yuanzhi jumped off the stone, her spirit was a little trance, she walked through a lively Sanli Street alone with a bamboo flute, threw a few pieces of silver to the horse seller, and rode a horse away.

Feng Yuanzhi sat on the back of the horse and said in her heart: Dad, I'm sorry.

An Zhan came out of the palace, followed Feng Yuanzhi to the bank of the Luochen River, followed her, crossed a lively street, and followed her horse through sparsely populated meadows and bamboo forests.

An Zhan frowned, further forward is Tianqing Temple, are you going to Qingling Temple?

Feng Yuanzhi dismounted and walked to the gate of Tianqing Temple, and before he could knock on the door, the person had already fainted.

An Zhan's figure flashed, and he hurriedly walked up to catch her, and she was unconscious when she held her.

An Zhan's eyebrows froze, he picked her up by the waist, took out a mask from his breast pocket and put it on, knocked on the door of Tianqing Temple, and after a long time, an old nun came and slowly opened the door.

The old nun clasped her hands together, "Amitabha." ”

An Zhan glanced at Feng Yuanzhi, who had fainted in his arms, and said, "This master, the girl in my arms is too sad and faints, can you borrow the bed?" ”

The old nun glanced at her calmly and said softly, "Donor, please come with me." ”

Tianqing Temple is shabby, there are less than ten nuns in the temple, and almost no one comes here to offer incense and pray for blessings. Tianqing Temple is very small, a few trees are planted in the courtyard, when the old nun opens the temple door, the wind blows the withered yellow leaves on the ground, there is a middle-aged nun who is sweeping the dead branches and leaves on the ground, when she sees a man holding a fainted girl in, this nun raised her hand and put it on her chest, hung her head, and said softly: "Amitabha." ”

The old nun ushered An Zhan into a simple small room, An Zhan carried her in and laid her flat on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then gently took her hand.

A gentle gaze fell on her face, and An Zhan said softly, "I couldn't protect you well, I'm sorry." ”

When it was dark, the old nun came in with a bowl of gruel, put it on the wooden table in the room, and said, "Donor, you have been here for so long and you haven't eaten yet, so I will cook a bowl of gruel and drink it while it's hot." ”

Before An Zhan could respond, a middle-aged nun hurriedly ran in outside the door and said urgently: "The abbot is not good, there is a group of people outside the door holding a knife in one hand and a torch in the other, saying that if we don't move out quickly, they will burn down Tianqing Temple." ”

The old nun's heart was shocked, "Huh? ”

The old nun hurriedly ran out, and when she walked to the door and just opened the door, she was pushed hard outside the door, if An Zhan hadn't walked out in time and stood behind her to hold her, the old nun would have fallen half to death.

An Zhan helped the old nun up, and after the old nun stood firm, she looked at the group of men with unkind faces and said, "Who are you?" Why did you burn Tianqing Temple? ”

In the crowd with torches, a burly man walked out and said coldly: "Tianqing Temple is useless, keep it to occupy the place, we acted on orders and came over to burn it." ”

The old nun looked at the man and asked, "Whose order are you?" ”

The man's tone was not good, "Who do you care?" In short, the director of my family has taken a fancy to this place, and he wants to convert it into a mansion and give it to his wife, and if anyone dares to stop him, I will kill him. ”

The old nun looked solemn, "Absolutely not, how can Tianqing Temple casually build a house for people to live in." ”

The man pushed the old nun away and said sharply, "If you want to die, you can stop me." ”

An Zhan once again held the old nun and looked at this person, in his impression, he had seen this man, and his memory went back to the time when he first met Feng Yuanzhi, he fought with Qin Yuan, a person in the Longmen Knife Bureau, and this man was Qin Yuan.

An Zhan said: "Tear down Tianqing Temple to build a house without authorization, aren't you afraid of being arrested by the government?" ”

The man hooked his lips and sneered, "With our government? You're ridiculous, pack up your things and get out, or you'll either die by the knife or by the fire. ”

The old nun resolutely refused to leave, it was not reasonable and legal, and she resolutely refused to listen to the words of this group of unreasonable people and left.

Qin Yuan raised his palm, and then the people behind him threw the torch outside the wall of Tianqing Temple, and a raging fire ignited in an instant, An Zhan knew that they had already moved the firewood outside the wall of Tianqing Temple, and as long as there was a fire, a raging fire could be ignited.

The old nun and the rest of the nuns were shocked, Qin Yuan hooked his lips coldly, and said coldly: "See no, this is the consequence of your disobedience." ”

An Zhan's face sank, his eyebrows suddenly froze, and with a wave of his hand, he punched Qin Yuan a hundred miles away.

Seeing this, the group of men stepped forward and waved their fists together, and An Zhan asked the group of nuns to retreat and knocked all the men to the ground with their own strength.

The group of men huddled on the ground with their chests and screamed in pain, An Zhan said coldly: "Put out the fire, otherwise I will throw you all into the fire." ”

After An Zhan's words fell, a group of nuns threw the wooden barrel outside the door, and the group of men were frightened, so they obediently carried the wooden barrel to the nearby river to fill it with water to extinguish the fire.

"This group is too slow, and it's not good for her to get hot." An Zhan whispered alone.

The old nun didn't hear clearly, "Donor, what are you talking about?" ”

An Zhan said: "It's nothing, abbot, the fire will be extinguished soon." ”

An Zhan walked into the room where Feng Yuanzhi was, closed the door, raised his hands to cast a spell, and instantly picked up a large transparent water balloon, An Zhan held the water balloon and threw it to the roof, and it didn't take long for all the fires that were ignited to be extinguished in an instant.

Qin Yuan finally walked back from a hundred meters away, and when he returned, he saw that the fire that was still burning suddenly disappeared, and even the place that was originally burned down was restored to its original state, as if the fire had never burned. Qin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, what was the situation?

When the man who came back with water saw this scene, his reaction was almost exactly the same as Qin Yuan's, and the buckets in his hands fell to the ground one after another.

In the end, the group mistakenly thought that they had hit the ghost and ran away.

An Zhan waited by Feng Yuanzhi's side, and after dawn, there was something going on in An Zhan Palace as always, Sheng Ziyan contacted him, An Zhan's gentle gaze fell on her face, her figure flashed, and she left Tianqing Temple.

After Feng Yuanzhi woke up, she could faintly remember that someone was talking in her ear last night, but she was in a daze, and she couldn't tell if it was really someone talking or just a dream.

Collapsed, scanning the surroundings, Feng Yuanzhi wondered why she was lying here.