"Princess Suran, the Buddha Emperor of the Earth asked us to carry two bags on our backs, one behind our backs, full of our own mistakes; One on the chest, full of other people's mistakes. ”

Mo Suran's face froze.

Half-open mouth, motionless.

"Miss Ye is by no means a traitor." The eyes of the stars and the moon contain enough wisdom to perceive everything, he is always so dusty, so gentle, and there is no offensive attitude in his speech.

"She's not a traitor?"

Mo Suran looked at Feng Wushi in disbelief, and her voice trembled faintly, "Why are each of you talking to her?" She is the one who is a traitor, their Ye family is loyal to the royal family, and as the orthodox heir of the Ye family, she refuses to even give me the nine-eyed dzi? If it weren't for the Nine-Eyed Dzi, I would have died, and I would have been dragged by you to be buried! ”

"Princess Suran, the poor monk's visit to the Fire Crane Country is not aimed at you, let alone to capture you and go back to be buried."

The wind let out a long sigh, and was extremely stunned.

"What...... What the? ”

Mo Suran was completely stunned, she thought she was hallucinating, "You, you say it again?" ”

Feng Wuxi's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he patiently repeated: "The poor monk came to the flaming crane, not to catch Princess Suran, you go back to Tuhan Kingdom to be buried."

Mo Suran was like a frosted eggplant version, confused: "Don't be martyred? Why? ”

She couldn't understand it.

"Because before Emperor Mochen returned to the west, he privately handed me a secret decree." Feng Wushi took out a gilded letterhead and handed it over, "Brother Mochen Emperor explained in the letter that the ancient system of martyrdom was too cruel, and I hope it can be deposed. And ask your father to let you live and send you back to the flaming crane safely. ”

Mo Suran trembled and opened the golden letterhead.

The handwriting on the letter, familiar made her want to cry.

Feng Mochen, the man who once gave her the whole world, and easily left him.

"He actually ...... He ......"

She never imagined that it would be such an ending.

The poor monk presented this will of Emperor Mochen's brother to his father. My father did not agree to depose the ancient system of martyrdom, but for you who fled back to the Fire Crane Kingdom in a hurry, he did not send anyone to hunt down and kill you. Feng Wushi's voice was like the first snow, with a unique gentleness and compassion, "Imagine that with Princess Suran's cultivation, how could you escape the pursuit of the Imperial Forest Army of the Tuhan Kingdom?" ”

Mo Suran hung his head and lowered his hands, clutching the letter.

She was stunned.

She was like a stone statue, unresponsive, lifeless.

She felt that she was a big joke. She only knows resentment, resentment that the wind and ink dust suddenly died, complained about the cruel funeral system of the land and Han country, complained that the emperor's brother forced her to please Shen Yan, complained that Ye Luo was a hindrance, complained about her father, complained about her mother, complained about Shen Yan, and complained about all the people in the world......

In fact, no one has ever wanted to get along with her.

It's just that I can't get along with myself.

Feng Wuxi clasped his hands together and said to Mo Suran: "The Buddha said, we will not get lost because of ignorance, but we will be lost because we believe too much in what we know. Princess Suran, the bitter sea is endless, and the back is the shore. ”

The resentment in Mo Suran's body dissipated in an instant. The red eyes are back to normal.

At this moment, she looks like an ordinary woman, even though her face is covered with blood, but she has lost her arrogant and vicious temperament. Letting go, sometimes it's that easy.

"Thank you, Master."