Qianqing Temple is the first Buddhist temple in Anyang, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims and believers who come to burn incense and worship Buddha every day.

There were all kinds of strange people, so the monks here didn't have any special reaction when they saw this white-haired young man.

Ye Mu ginseng burned three sticks of incense and wandered around the temple.

The case of his old friend Mo Yuanhe, he had heard about it on the way here.

The case was so sensational that it has not been heard yet.

Some people say that the old prime minister is a mad murderer, and some people say that he was framed.

Ye Mushen has never believed in rumors and rumors.

The truth may be simple.

But the truth is never revealed.

No matter how shrewd your reasoning is, there will be deviations, and what happened can never be undone.

The truth is not too important to the world.

They choose only what they want to believe, and then they make baseless but inflammatory statements.

Such as "The old prime minister has made great achievements, but I didn't expect my heart and eyes to be so black......"

"He poisoned more than 30 court officials for his son-in-law, and God knows how many bad things he has done in the past......"

"What's the secret of forgetting your worries? Otherwise, why did the Chinese and hundreds of military officials bow down to him as if they were bowing their heads......"

"Now that Master Hou has no backer as the prime minister, eighty percent will be a negative man and abandon Miss Mo, right? I've long heard that he has a good south wind, especially with the Xiaoao Hall Master, and there are rumors......"

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Ye Mushen also doesn't care much about the truth.

He had come to find Ling Shang.

The guy left without saying a word, not even a note.

Ying Xiao carried Ye Mu Shen towards Kanto for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.

Under the desolate sunset, even Yingxiao sensed the unwillingness of the master, so he turned around and came to the Qianqing Temple.

But at this moment, Ye Mushen's mood is also very contradictory.

He once regarded Mo Yun as his sister, and now that this has happened, sympathy and pity for her situation are naturally indispensable.

That's the eldest lady who has been held in the palm of her hand by the old prime minister since she was born, and her father's death has hit her hard enough, not to mention that Mo Yuanhe left such an unbearable notoriety after his death......

In Yan'an City, where no one knew them, Ye Mu Shen could still stick to Ling Shang regardless of the consequences - but Ling Shang didn't give him a chance.

When I arrived in Anyang City, I was in front of my sister-in-law Mo Yun......

In this era, there are not many men with three wives and four concubines, and it is not without men who are obsessed with men.

But in the eyes of the world, a loving husband and wife for a lifetime is a good story.

However, no matter how Ye Mushen uses morality and etiquette to restrain himself, he still can't deceive himself - he is here to rob the poor sister-in-law of a man......

This desire to tie Ling Shang to his side became stronger every moment.

I couldn't see that guy for the past two days, and Ye Mushen's heart seemed to have been gnawed out of holes.

(In fact, this is just the normal reaction of the Ice Butterfly Gu before it dies and struggles.) ）

Ye Mushen does not deny that he is a greedy person.

greedy for money, so he amassed countless riches; greedy for wine, so a thousand cups are not poured; greedy for freedom, so he has been wandering on the rivers and lakes for many years......

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Ye Mu Shen wandered around the temple twice in confusion, and finally mustered up the courage to ask a kind-faced monk, "Little Master, may I ask if there is a husband and wife living here?" ”

The monk shook his head, "Buddhism has its own rules and does not accept female donors. ”

"That's not an ordinary female benefactor, she is the prime minister's daughter, the ...... of the Hou Ye" Ye Mushen paused bitterly, "His wife." ”