Suzaku Temple is one of the four major Huguo Temples, the main worship is the Taoist Lingguang Shenjun, originally called Suzaku Temple, but in order to emphasize its equal status with Buddhist temples such as Zanglong Temple, it is still named after the temple. Most of the people in South Vietnam believe in the Buddha, and compared with the Hidden Dragon Temple, which is at the peak of incense, the Suzaku Temple seems to be crowded.

After Ling Li entered the Suzaku Temple, no one came to answer him. Like an ordinary pilgrim, he walked along the road to the Lingguang Temple. The temple was empty, he walked around the statue of Lingguangjun, which was high, and saw a small door open behind the statue, so he stepped in.

Behind the door over the open court, it is a heavy temple again, although it is not as tall and majestic as the Lingguang Temple, but it also flies the eaves and arches beautifully. There are no idols in the temple, only countless tablets.

Ling Li's gaze swept over those tablets, and his gaze suddenly fell on Shen Chan's tablet in the corner of the back row.

Someone actually enshrined a tablet for her at Suzaku Temple?!

"It's been twelve years, but I didn't expect His Highness to put down ......"

Ling Li turned around when he heard this, but he didn't know when there was a female crown with scars all over her face standing behind her, and she was stunned for a moment, "You, you are ......"

"I forgot, Your Highness has never seen such a picture of Poor Dao." The female crown bowed slightly apologetically and saluted Ling Li, "The common name of the poor road is Nie Ping, I don't know if Your Highness still has an impression?" ”

"You're Ping'er?!" Ling Li was shocked. After Shen Chan died, he searched for the people around her in many ways, trying to figure out what happened, but he didn't find any of them, but he didn't know that her personal maid Ping'er was hiding in the Vermilion Bird Temple.

"In order to survive that day, I had to disfigure myself. This kind of look is annoying everywhere I go, but fortunately, I was taken in by the Vermilion Bird Temple......" Nie Ping took three sticks of incense, lit them in front of the incense candles, bowed three times to Shen Chan's tablet, and inserted it in the small incense burner in front of the tablet, "I originally thought that the matter of the Shen family had passed, but I didn't expect that after such a long time, the portrait of the young lady was on the wanted list, and I learned that His Royal Highness was asking around about it recently, so Poor Dao rashly made an appointment......"

"How can you be sure that the person on the wanted notice is Miss Shen?" Ling Li asked eagerly. He saw Chu Qing who looked like Shen Chan in Xiangji Temple, so he thought that the portrait was painted Chu Qing, so he chased after the portrait.

"The twiggly butterfly hairpin on the woman's head on the painting was worn by Miss Xixi on the day of the Spring Festival, so I naturally recognize it."

"Women's jewelry is similar, maybe other women have the same ......"

Nie Ping shook her head, "I took the pattern drawn by the young lady and went to the West Market to find someone to order it." Master Zhao, who made jewelry, has passed away a long time ago, and the person on this painting can naturally only be my young lady. ”

"If the woman on the wanted notice is Miss Shen, it means at least two things: one is that the artist saw Miss Shen twelve years ago, and the other is that someone deliberately pretended to be Miss Shen to approach me, and the artist knew about it. People, in order to find me, deliberately issued a wanted warrant that the name and portrait are not true......"

"Your Highness is investigating this matter because that killer named Yan Siniang pretended to be my young lady and assassinated you?"

"It's not Yan Siniang who is pretending to be Miss Shen, Yan Siniang is taller...... Ling Li said with a stunned face: "I investigated this matter because the woman who resembled Miss Shen saved me from fire and ......water when she was in danger."

Nie Ping seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said: "There is a saying in the poor way, I don't know whether to say it or not?" ”

"You say."

"The reason why someone will pretend to be my young lady must be that someone knows that His Royal Highness has not let go of my young lady."

Ling Li looked at Shen Chan's tablet and pursed his lips silently. It's been twelve years, it's not that he hasn't let go of Shen Chan, but no one has ever walked into his heart like Shen Chan.

Seeing Ling Li's silence, Nie Ping said again: "The reason why Miss chose to commit suicide back then was because she couldn't repay His Highness's affection, if this affection turned into His Highness's weakness, presumably Miss's spirit in the sky would not rest in peace......"

"Miss Shen committed suicide?" Ling Li was a little surprised. He learned from Ling Chong that Shen Chan was abused to death by the guards in turn.

"The young lady once promised His Royal Highness for life, after receiving the decree of marriage, she refused to eat and drink, and even did not hesitate to hurt herself, trying every means to refuse the marriage. In the end, it was the lady who cried and threatened the safety of the Shen family, so she had to marry to the East Palace. After the wedding, she felt ashamed of her deep affection for His Highness, so she swallowed the ambergris you gave her and committed suicide......"

"Miss Shen committed suicide by swallowing ambergris?" Ling Li felt more and more strange, "When did I give her ambergris?" ”

"It's after the Xixi Spring Festival, during that time, Your Highness, you sent someone to send rare treasures every three or five days, and I was most impressed on the day I sent ambergris, I thought it was a dusty stone, but Miss said that it was the best ambergris that was more expensive than gold......"

"You said that after my Spring Festival, I will send rare treasures to Miss Shen every three or five days?!"

"Yes, have you forgotten, Your Highness? The day after the Spring Festival, you sent someone to bring a mutton fat jade mill, saying that it was convenient for Miss to make fragrances......"

On the night of the Xixi Spring Festival, he set off to Anyuan to investigate Gu Zhun's false declaration of military salary, how could he send mutton fat jade grinding to Shen Chan?!

Ling Li recalled the situation of that day in his mind, and suddenly froze: the best ambergris is an overseas tribute. In addition to Emperor Chengde, there is only one person who can enjoy such a precious incense, Ling Zhao, a perfumer from the royal family!

And when he thought of Ling Zhao, some scattered fragments in his mind suddenly put together: in the perfume mixing competition, Shen Chan became the eye-catching top because of Ling Zhao's strong recommendation; After Ping'er accidentally broke the jade ou, it was Ling Zhao who sold his favor and asked him to take the same jade ou and give it to Shen Chan; When her mother went to Fubi Pavilion to ask her father for marriage, it was Ling Zhao who helped her; After he returned to Yongding after An Yuan was injured, it was Ling Zhao who brought Shen Chan, who was dressed as a man, to visit him; Shu Shi'an proposed to make Shen Chan the crown princess, and Ling Zhao was the first to tell him......

At this moment, Ling Li was surprised to find that in the few contacts he had with Shen Chan, Ling Zhao was almost involved in the whole process!!

Ling Zhao took the name of Shen Chan to give a gift, nothing more than to increase Shen Chan's good impression of herself, and then let her persuade her father Shen Zhenghong to expose Zhao Bangyue, and the fall of the Zhao family led by Zhao Bangyue is the best way to attack the crown prince Ling Chong...... Ling Zhao's purpose is to be in the East Palace?!

"Your Highness? Did the poor Dao say the wrong thing? Seeing Ling Li's face change instantly, Nie Ping couldn't help but ask in fear.

Ling Li shook his head and arched his hand, "Thank you for telling me so much about the past. I still have some urgent matters to deal with in my house, so I will leave first. ”

The minutiae of information he learned today were like lightning and thunder on the sea, stirring up turbulent waves in his heart. There was so much of the past that needed to be revisited, and he desperately needed a quiet place to sort out the clues.