In the Buddha hall.

A golden Buddha stands in the center, and several Bodhisattvas stand on the other two sides, and rows of oil lamps are neat and bright, setting off the hall more solemnly.

Underneath each bodhisattva, there is a golden futon.

Zhuang Nanyan took Feng Lingye and entered the main hall together, and then she knelt on the futon in the center as a matter of course.

Feng Lingye didn't care about her, naturally knelt on the futon next to her, closed her eyes and prayed, hoping that her mother could leave the palace as soon as possible to reunite with her, and the family would fly away, and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests from then on, not asking about the world.

Zhuang Nanyan prayed in his heart that Duan Junmo could ascend the throne as emperor as soon as possible and reconcile with Feng Lingye.

After about a stick of incense, a monk came in to add oil and left.

It didn't take long for Feng Lingye to feel a little hot, a thin bead of sweat began to ooze from his forehead, his cheeks were crimson, and his head was a little groggy.

Zhuang Nanyan's face was also a little red, he reached out and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead with his sleeve robe, and then looked at Feng Lingye, "Sister, I'm a little hot, I want to go back to the room to change into a refreshing dress, can you wait for me?" ”

"Go ahead." Feng Lingye closed his eyes and replied lightly.

Zhuang Nanyan got up, took out an embroidered handkerchief and wiped his forehead, and then left.

At this time, the burning heat in her body became more and more obvious, Feng Lingye breathed slightly, her eyes were blurred and weak, she glanced at the lamp oil that the monk had added, stood up, secretly extinguished it, and then hid it under the offering table.

Then, she quickly took out a white pill from her arms, hurriedly put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

After about a cup of tea, the burning sensation in the body disappeared a lot.

It didn't take long for the monk who had just added lamp oil to come back, with a puzzled expression, and looked at Feng Lingye, who was kneeling on the futon and praying contemplatively, "Princess, do you have anything to do with the little monk?" ”

Feng Lingye opened her eyes, her eyes were no longer intoxicated, but clear and thorough, looking at the cowering monk, she asked calmly, "Who asked you to come?"

"Concubine Qin said that it was a little hot in the Buddha hall, so let the little monk come over and ask the princess if she had any instructions." The monk replied truthfully.

"I don't have any orders." Feng Lingye shook his head, and then took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, "This is what Concubine Qin just dropped, you can send it to her house for me." ”

The monk did not doubt him, respectfully took the embroidered handkerchief, and retreated.

At the same time, Zhuang Nanyan had already returned to the house, and Jian Luo was already waiting aside, and when she saw her coming back, she immediately handed her the white pill in her hand, and at the same time put a bowl of tea in her hand.

Zhuang Nanyan did not doubt him, took the tea and pills, and poured them into his mouth together, only to feel that today's tea was a little thick and bitter.

"Concubine Qin, how are you feeling?" Jian Luo asked worriedly on the side.

Although the symptoms have eased a lot, the feeling of dryness and heat in the body is still there, but Zhuang Nanyan didn't think much about it, he just thought that the effect of the medicine was not so fast, so he grabbed Jian Luo's hand, "You go and inform the prince." ”

Jian Luo nodded, immediately executed according to the plan, and ran towards Duan Junmo's house.

At this time, Duan Junmo had already changed into a white shirt, sitting under a lone lamp, holding the Buddha scroll on the side, and reading leisurely.

Soon, Jian Luo rushed into the courtyard, and the guards on the side took a look, stretched out the saber in his hand to stop her, "The prince has rested, what is there to do tomorrow." ”

Jian Luo looked anxious, "I have something urgent, it is about the innocence of the princess!" ”

When the guards heard this, they withdrew their sabers and went into the house to report in person.

After a while, the guard stepped out and nodded at her.

Jian Luo trotted into the house at this time, knelt on the ground, and her face was panicked, "Oh no, Lord Wang, there is a problem with this monk in Nanwu Temple!" ”

Duan Junmo frowned slightly and looked at her.

Jian Luo hurriedly said, "Concubine Qin and the princess are both praying in the Buddha hall, but halfway, a monk came over to add lamp oil, and then, Concubine Qin and the princess both began to blush and heat, and there was a feeling of heat in the body, Concubine Qin felt hot, so she went back to the house first, and wanted to change her clothes before going, but after returning to the house, she found out what this feeling was about, and she suddenly felt bad in her heart." ”

She breathed a sigh of relief, "Concubine Qin thought that the princess was still in the Buddha hall, so she immediately asked the slave maid to inform the prince, ...... quickly"

Before she finished speaking, she saw a black shadow flash, and she fixed her eyes to see where there was still the figure of the prince in the house.

She stood up and hurriedly followed.

Young.

Duan Junmo hurried to the Buddha hall, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his sword eyebrows tightened.

I saw Feng Lingye kneeling upright on the futon, holding a silver needle, slowly piercing into his wrist, as if to stop the spread of the medicine.

Hearing the footsteps, she turned her head suddenly, and when she saw that it was Duan Junmo, she immediately stood up, walked quickly to his side, her face was dark, "Lord Wang, this Nanwu Temple is strange, just now a monk came over to add lamp oil, and then Sister Qin and I felt a strange feeling, Sister Qin Fei said that she was hot, and wanted to go back to change her clothes, let me wait for her here, I don't doubt him, so I continued to meditate and pray." ”

Speaking of this, she paused, her face was slightly pale, "I realized that something was wrong, so I used the silver needle to slow down the strange feeling in my body, and then not long after, the monk found me and asked me what I wanted, I said it was okay, he saw that I looked clear, so he retreated, I looked in the direction he left, it seemed to be going to Concubine Qin's sister's house, but the residual poison in my body was not cleared, and I didn't dare to catch up rashly......"

Duan Junmo's eyes sank, and he immediately rushed to Zhuang Nanyan's house.

Jian Luo knew that something was wrong, and looked at Feng Lingye, only to see that her eyebrows were cold, and where was she still flustered, and then asked angrily, "What did you do to our Concubine Qin?!"

At the beginning, Tao Yao found her and threatened her, in order to prevent her scandal from being exposed, she told her Concubine Qin's plan, and Tao Yao didn't say anything, only asked her for an antidote.

She originally thought that Concubine Qin's plan would fail at most this time, but after Feng Lingye's roundabout, she suddenly felt that things were starting to get worse.

"It's better to question others here, it's better to see for yourself." Feng Lingye smiled at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were cold.

Jian Luo was so angry that she stomped her feet, no longer reasoned with her, and immediately turned around and ran towards Zhuang Nanyan's house.

After this commotion, the monks of the entire Nanwu Temple woke up, and when the host heard that something had happened, he also rushed over wearing monk's robes.

When Jian Luo and Feng Lingye arrived, everything was already over.

I saw a male corpse lying on the ground, it was the monk who had just added lamp oil, there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were slightly open, he fell to the ground, killed with a sword, and Bobo blood continued to seep out of his chest, almost flooding half of the room.

At the head of the bed, Zhuang Nan was unkempt, with two lines of tears on his cheeks, his eyes were numb, his face was pale, he was wrapped in a quilt, and he was tightly hugged in his arms by Duan Junmo.

Duan Junmo's forehead was bruised, the knuckles of the fingers holding Zhuang Nanyan were white, and his face was gloomy and terrifying, as if to contain the monstrous anger in his body.

Not long after, the presiding officer and masters of Nanwu Temple also arrived, and when they saw the shocking scene in this room, their compassionate eyes closed, and they only said, "Amitabha." ”

"Abbot Jingci, should I give this king an explanation?" Duan Jun's ink eyes were dark and cold, and his deep voice made people shudder.

The host walked over, shook his head helplessly, and waved his big hand, "Go down and investigate thoroughly!" ”

With that, they exited the room.

Feng Lingye was also about to exit the door, and when she was about to turn around, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a red in the corner of her eye, and she inadvertently looked at it, it was actually a bit like a woman's red!

How is this possible?

She was slightly startled, and she felt incredulous, but suddenly thought that whenever she mentioned sex, Zhuang Nanyan's cheeks would always appear with a natural flush, which was not like a disguise, and on the way to Xia Lian Villa, Zhuang Nanyan's desire to speak stopped.

Zhuang Nanyan is in good health, Duan Junmo dotes on her again, and the two have been getting along for almost half a year, how can there be no movement in her stomach?

This touch of red seems to confirm Feng Lingye's doubts all along.

Could it be that Duan Junmo really hasn't touched her, the favor rumored outside is just another secret, and there is actually only one person in his heart?

At this time, Feng Lingye was a little messy, she glanced at the monk who died on the ground again, maybe the red on the bed was just the blood that splashed out when Duan Junmo stabbed his heart with a sword?

When she was puzzled, a monk walked over tremblingly and reported to Duan Jun Moyu: "The host asked the prince, the princess and the concubine Qin to move to the hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Nanyan, who was held in Duan Junmo's arms, suddenly screamed, as if he was stimulated, his voice was sharp, and tears flowed down again, "I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere!" Lord, don't you want to leave Nan'er......"

Duan Junmo hugged her tightly, constantly comforting her softly, patting her back gently with his palm, where is the domineering just now, "Don't worry, this king will not go anywhere, he will always accompany you." ”

Feng Lingye looked at him quietly, what kind of person is this, even if there is no love in his heart, but he can make him so gentle and affectionate?

Duan Junmo appeased Zhuang Nanyan, and then asked Jian Luo to dress her, and then carefully took her to the hall together.

In the hall, the presiding officer and the abbot master sat on either side.

Duan Junmo sat at the top, and the position next to him was naturally left to Zhuang Nanyan, and Feng Lingye sat opposite the host.

At this time, the Buddha hall has been searched, and sure enough, the lamp hidden under the offering table has been turned over.

It's just that now the monk is dead, and there is no evidence of his death, plus the whole incident and the evidence of this crime all point to him.

The support was sorted out and stated: "The evil obstacle is not clear-hearted, and he is bold, and he actually plots against the princess and the concubine Qin, and the crime is extremely evil, and it has seriously violated the rules of the Nanwu Temple. This evil obstacle has committed a heinous crime, and it is okay for me to teach Nanwu Temple, so that the two princesses are humiliated, and this host is willing to accept any disposition from the prince! ”

After speaking, he took off his robe, folded his hands, and knelt in front of Duan Junmo.

Duan Junmo looked at him coldly, as if looking at a dying ant, his fingers tightly gripping the armrest of the chair, his eyes dark and terrifying.

Just when everyone thought that everything was about to settle, Zhuang Nanyan suddenly stood up, glared at Feng Lingye with sharp eyes, and pointed at her fiercely, "Lord Wang, all this is the mastermind of the princess, and it has nothing to do with Abbot Jingci!" ”

Her words, like a landmine, exploded in the hall in an instant.

Feng Lingye was not slow, "Sister Qin's sister speaks, but she must be truthful and substantiated. ”

Zhuang Nanyan looked at Jian Luo, "Bring the tea in my room." ”

Jian Luo was not ambiguous, and immediately went down to bring the teapot over, in fact, she was also suspicious, the medicine she gave to Feng Lingye and Zhuang Nanyan were obviously the same, why Feng Lingye was effective, but her master was invalid.

Now that Zhuang Nanyan said this, she suddenly realized that maybe Feng Lingye secretly moved her hands and feet in the tea.

Soon, Jian Luo brought the teapot over and handed it to the host.

The host was not ambiguous, and immediately Dr. Xuan came over to check.

During this period, Zhuang Nanyan looked at Feng Lingye, who had an indifferent face, and burst into tears, "Why did my sister use this monk to frame and insult me?" ”

"I want to hear about it." Feng Lingye's face was slightly gloomy.

Zhuang Nanyan's eyes were sad, but his tone was very calm, "There is indeed a problem with the oil lamp, but it doesn't mean that this monk is doing it, he is just a substitute for the dead ghost of your Feng Lingye!" You added a foreign substance to the oil lamp in advance, so that you and I were both poisoned, and then after I returned to the house, I drank the tea you had prepared, and in less than half a cup of tea, you arranged the monk to my guest room, and his mind was meticulous, and his heart was punishable! ”

Duan Junmo's sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and he looked at Feng Lingye, his phoenix eyes were deep and complex.

"The story is very well written." Feng Lingye smiled lightly, her apricot eyes were elegant, "Did I move the oil lamp, this still needs to be carefully checked, is there something in the tea, this result has not yet come out, my sister is so eager to jump over the wall to slander me, is it too hasty?" ”

Zhuang Nanyan's eyes sank, almost revealing his true form, seeing that Duan Junmo was still beside him, he had to restrain his anger, took a deep breath, and said sadly: "Sister is clever and eloquent, but facts speak louder than words."

As soon as she finished speaking, the doctor over there found out the results, took the tea, and reported to Duan Jun Moyu: "Lord Wang, this tea is only a little stronger than usual, and there is nothing wrong with it."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Nanyan, who was full of words, suddenly turned white, and even Jian Luo was so shocked that she stayed in place.

How is this possible?

When the master ate the antidote, he only drank a sip of this tea, why did he dilute the effect of the antidote?!

The two of them don't know, but Feng Lingye knows.

When she came up with this plan from Jian Luo's mouth, she thought of this method, silently, and it could also make Zhuang Nanyan speechless.

Unless she herself admits that she drank the antidote and was only diluted by the tea, her assumptions about suitability are all her own speculation.

Soon, Zhuang Nanyan also guessed this fact, why didn't she expect Feng Lingye to understand medicine and be able to easily change the efficacy of the medicine?

But the arrow was on the string, and she had to send it, she got up, immediately knelt under Duan Junmo, took out a silk handkerchief, and cried with rain: "Lord, you have to believe Nan'er, when the monk came to Nan'er's guest room, it was said that Nan'er dropped a silk handkerchief, and the princess asked him to send it over." It can be seen that all this is instigated by the princess! ”

Duan Junmo looked at the silk handkerchief in her hand, it was indeed the one she often used.

When Feng Lingye heard this, he chuckled, "Soon after my sister left, the monk also came to the Buddha hall, saying that my sister said it, and the Buddha hall was a little hot, let him come and ask me if I had any instructions, I don't know if my sister could say this to him?" ”

Zhuang Nanyan shook his head desperately, as if he had a great grievance, "Sister, why are you still pushing your notoriety to me until now." After I returned to the house, I noticed something was wrong, and I didn't have time to take care of myself, so I asked Jian Luo to go to the prince's room and rush to save you! ”

Now that the monk is dead, there is no proof of death, so you can say whatever you want.

"In that case, the monk lied on both sides, so why should my sister blame me?" Feng Lingye was calm and calm, and his apricot eyes were cold.

Zhuang Nanyan refused to admit it, grabbed Duan Junmo's hand, his eyes were red and swollen, and he cried so much that I felt pity, "Lord Wang, you have to be the master of Nan'er!" Nan'er was framed by someone, the prince didn't believe it and asked the host, what kind of person is the monk on weekdays, and how could he suddenly have such a bad heart and risk his life to move the prince's people?! ”

Now things are very clear, but she just wants to pull Feng Ling into the water at night.

And Duan Junmo is not stupid, he also saw the truth of the matter, all of this was Zhuang Nanyan's plan, but Feng Lingye used her strategy to push her into a situation from which she could never recover.

The host did not dare to speak, knelt on the ground, and did not speak.

Feng Lingye sat firmly in place, his apricot eyes straight to the eyes of the upper Duan Junmo, clear and beautiful.

Seeing Duan Junmo hesitating, Zhuang Nanyan stepped forward and hugged his knees tightly, adding a fire again, her eyes were full of tears, "Lord Wang, when Sister Yao had an accident, she told Nan'er that she had fallen, and the princess's next target was me, Nan'er didn't believe it at first, but now that Sister Yao is dead, it's Nan'er's turn, and the prince will also watch Nan'er die in front of you?!" ”

Duan Junmo's phoenix eyes tightened, and he slowly looked at Feng Lingye, his eyes were dark, his thin lips were slightly opened, and his deep and hoarse voice was low and resolute, "Temporarily detain the princess, and immediately escort her to the palace dungeon early tomorrow morning." ”

Every word, like a sharp blade, cut off the trust he built in her heart!

She smiled.

The eyebrows and eyes are like flowers, and the expression is poignant and sad.

Her slightly curled lips were like the last remnant sun in the twilight, cold and moving, but there was no smile.

That was her last expectation of him, and he had already cut it off personally.

The guards buckled the shackles on her, just as he broke into the capital of the Xia Kingdom, attacked the imperial city with strong soldiers and strong generals, burned and looted all the way, and the shackles also fell on her shoulders like this, so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

Zhuang Nanyan looked back at her, her eyes were full of tears, and faintly, she evoked a presumptuous smile, she was so proud and confident, like a well-fed snake.

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