Ning Xiyue didn't know what was going on, and she had even forgotten how to return to the county lord's mansion, and in the face of Nalan Shu's questioning, she just said helplessly: "How do I know? I just said a few words to an old monk, but it was these words that made me figure out a lot of things, and I decided to go to Lingyin Temple tomorrow to make a vow in person. ”

"Okay, I'll go with you." Nalan Shu was worried about her body.

This night, Ning Xiyue slept very peacefully, the abbot was right, many things in this world have a cycle of cause and effect.

Waiting for the next day, Ning Xiyue was ready early, changed into a plain long dress, and went to Lingyin Temple with Nalan Shu. Along the way, Ning Xiyue was closing her eyes and recuperating, and she didn't see any improvement after drinking so many medicines, but after hearing what the abbot said and listening to some scriptures, the unhappiness in her heart was suddenly sorted out.

After coming to Lingyin Temple, Ning Xiyue found the abbot here and asked politely, "May I ask where the abbot in this ancestral hall has gone?" ”

"There are many ancestral halls in the temple, I don't know which ancestral hall the female donor is talking about?" The abbot said gently.

Ning Xiyue took the abbot to the door of the ancestral hall where she had been before, and found that the moss here had grown all over the courtyard, and it looked like no one had lived in it for a long, long time, which was not at all the same as the last time she came.

Looking at Ning Xiyue's expression at this time, the abbot asked with a little doubt: "Is the female benefactor talking about Master Yuanqing?" ”

"Yes, that's right, it's Master Yuanqing!" Ning Xiyue hurriedly replied.

"How did the benefactor know?" There was something wrong with the abbot's expression.

Ning Xiyue thought of what happened that day before she told her what had happened, however, as he continued, the abbot looked at her with a more solemn expression.

"The female donor has actually seen Master Yuanqing?" This made the abbot and several other abbots a little puzzled.

Seeing that everyone looked at him suspiciously, looking disbelieving, Ning Xiyue hurriedly explained: "I really met Master Yuanqing, and he also interpreted the signature for me!" ”

One of the abbots stepped forward and saluted: "Amitabha, I'm afraid that the female donor remembers the wrong person, Master Yuanqing has been dead for more than 20 years, I'm afraid that the female donor was not born at that time, right?" ”

When she heard this, Ning Xiyue's face suddenly turned ugly: "Impossible, I've really seen it." ”

"The monks don't speak, if Master Yuanqing is still alive, and he is now more than one hundred and twenty years old, the girl looks like she is in her early twenties, how can she have seen someone who has died?" The abbot said leisurely.

After Nalan Shu walked out with Ning Xiyue, he saw that she was still worried about this matter, so he couldn't help but say, "Maybe you really read it wrong?" ”

Ning Xiyue pondered for a moment before shaking her head and said, "Absolutely impossible, I have obviously met Master Yuanqing twice, and there is also a peace charm that he personally wrote for me, you don't believe it!" So saying, he began to look for his peace charm.

But Ning Xiyue didn't find that peace charm, she only felt that she had a headache at this time, what was wrong with her, was it really a dream, or a non-existent hallucination?

"Analyzing the moon ......" Nalan Shu supported her unstable body.

Ning Xiyue breathed slowly, and her face was extremely pale and ugly: "Don't they believe me, don't you believe me either?" ”

Looking at Ning Xiyue's expression at this time, Nalan Shu did not nod or shake his head: "Obedient, let's leave here first." ”

After walking out of the temple, Ning Xiyue's legs and feet were a little unstable, what the hell is going on, if it is a dream, how can it be so real? No, what the hell is going on?

After Ning Xiyue went back, she slept for a long time.

At the beginning of November, the team of Fuchen to send off relatives had arrived in the imperial city of Fuchen, and Nalan Shu went to greet him in person.

"Ahem...... "The autumn and winter of Mu Yueguo are not cold, she is wearing a snow-white long skirt and a thick cape, standing in the crowd from a distance and watching the procession.

Nalan Shu rode on horseback, and after seeing Fuchen's family sending team from a distance, he turned over and dismounted and walked over slowly, making a gesture of please.

Feng Yuxuan's heart in the sedan chair began to beat wildly, but she didn't expect the prince to come to greet her in person, and she was even more excited at the moment.

In the other carriage, the curtain was slightly lifted by the guards, and Feng Huayin, dressed in a dark brocade robe, strolled out.

Behind him is the snow, the dark color on his body is particularly conspicuous, no matter how far away, this person Ning Xiyue knows who it is. She really wanted to go up and tell Feng Huayin that she was waiting for him here, and she was always there, but this was already a half-crippled body, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to support that day.

"County Lord, you're vomiting blood again, let's go back......" Yu Huan was so frightened that she was about to cry.

"No, wait a while, just ...... for a while" She frowned tightly, and her eyes looked at Feng Huayin so stupidly, and followed Mu Yueguo's guards into the imperial city, until her figure disappeared, she reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

"It's been a long time, don't come to the eighth prince?" Nalan Shu hooked his lips slightly, but he didn't expect him to get better.

Feng Huayin, who was beside him, glanced at Nalan Shu with an unfamiliar look: "When did this king meet the prince?" ”

Hearing this, Nalan Shu stopped his steps: "Feng Huayin, your life is still saved by this palace, you have turned your face and don't recognize people, this joke is not funny at all, you know?" ”

Feng Huayin shook off the hand he put on his shoulder casually, and replied indifferently: "This king is not familiar with the crown prince!" He threw down a sentence and strode ahead, not paying attention to the Nalan book at all.

Nalan Shu, who was stunned in place, reacted after a while: "Feng Huayin, is there something wrong with your brain?" ”

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness the Prince, my prince has changed his personality since he woke up, and he doesn't remember anything before." Zhang Wei, who came with the family sending team, whispered a word and followed Feng Huayin's footsteps.

After hearing this, Nalan Shu's heart suddenly became complicated, did he lose his memory? He didn't know if this news was good news or bad news for him, should he tell Xi Yue?

Tonight, the emperor held a banquet in the palace to entertain the family send-off team from Fuchen, and the whole palace was full of lights, wine, singing and dancing, and no one forgot Ning Xiyue alone.

She stood quietly in the attic alone, the cold wind blew on her face, and she couldn't help coughing twice, this body is really not angry, but she just stood for a while, why is she so weak?

"County Lord, why are you standing so high, it's windy above, don't catch a cold." Yu Huan said helplessly, and quickly ran up with her cloak to tie it for her.

"Hasn't Your Highness come back yet?" She asked softly.

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