"Ye Qingmei?"

Fan Xian was extremely shocked in his heart, and subconsciously read out the name softly. He never imagined that his mother's name would appear on the stone tablet in front of the Supervision Institute.

His face remained calm, but his heart was extremely agitated--why did his mother's name appear on the stone tablet in front of the Supervision Yuan? Although Miss Ye was the richest woman in the world back then, it was impossible for her to enjoy this kind of treatment that the emperor could not enjoy. What's more, the mysterious death of my mother in the end must be related to the princes and nobles of this Qingguo, although Uncle Wuzhu said that in the turmoil ten years ago, all the enemies of the Ye family have been killed, but who can guarantee that the relatives of those enemies are not left in the court?

Even now, Ye Qingmei is obviously still a taboo name, and all the property of the Ye family has been confiscated into the inner treasury, and the Ye family's business has become an imperial businessman.

The Supervision Yuan blatantly put the three words Ye Qingmei at the door, although Uncle Wuzhu said that few people in the world know that their mother is called Ye Qingmei, but the royal family who holds Qingguo must know - that Dean Chen is inevitably too bold, didn't he even pay attention to the face of the royal family?

However, after seeing the low stone stele, Fan Xian finally understood what Uncle Wuzhu said when he was in Shanzhou.

"There are not many people who know that Miss is called Ye Qingmei, and those idle people next to her just call her Miss, but the name Ye Qingmei, even now, wants to come...... It is also famous in Kyoto. ”

Fan Xian rubbed his hands, lowered his head and walked forward, thinking that there was such a sign erected at the door of the Supervision Institute that everyone in Kyoto feared, and the name Ye Qingmei was really difficult to think of.

All this mental activity took place only for a short time, and he lost the expression on his face, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the east with a blank face, as if he did not see the name.

It was precisely because of seeing this sign that Fan Xian couldn't help but think of the daughter of the prime minister he was about to marry into the door, and heard from his father that her mother, the eldest princess, was now in charge of the property that originally belonged to the Ye family. If there is anything in this world that he takes for granted, it should be at the top of the list - this is a very subtle feeling.

Originally, from Fuji Zijing's mouth, Fan Xian already knew where Miss Lin's home was now, but he knew the background identity of the woman, and this Kyoto was a place where the dragon and the tiger were hidden, so he definitely didn't dare to sneak away to peep at the incense. He came to the Supervision Institute to find Teacher Fei Jie, just to figure out the Guò Supervision Institute's heavenly means, to find a way to meet the woman on the sickbed in advance, and at the same time to ask the teacher to help take a look at the girl's condition.

Unexpectedly, Fei Jie was not in Kyoto, Fan Xian was a little annoyed, did he really have to wait until the cave room to know what the other party looked like? No, he warned himself that he had to find a way to peep and peep, in case something was wrong, he would have time to prepare for escaping from marriage.

As he walked, Fan Xian became even more annoyed, and he sadly found that when he first arrived in Kyoto, he was completely unfamiliar with these roads, and walked back and forth on the Tianhe Road twice, but he couldn't find where the family's carriage was.

I happened to see a child with a string of sugar gourds chewing and walking, smelling the sweet taste, Fan Xian felt extremely familiar, quickly ran forward, grabbed it, took a bite, and confirmed that this skewer was from the same stall as the one he ate before, and then asked where the store was.

The child was frightened, and thought that he had met a faceless sugar gourd robber, but in the end, he was finally appeased by Fan Xian's two copper plates, and pointed in a direction seriously.

Fan Xian walked in that direction for a long, long time, and found very sad that the child was taking revenge on himself, and this place was obviously not the place he should have been—this was actually on the edge of Kyoto, and Fan Xian did not know this, otherwise he would be very proud of his foot strength and pity himself for his intelligence.

The place is desolate and there is a temple.

In the bustling city of Kyoto, it is not easy to find such a desolate place. It may not be accurate to say that it is desolate, but it is unusually clean, and there is not even a trace of dust visible on the eaves and beams of the temple.

He looked up at the black sè wooden structure building in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the Temple of Heaven in his previous life, but the temple in front of him was much smaller, and it looked a little less mysterious connected to the Mandate of Heaven, and a little more beautiful in the world.

The main entrance is painted in dark black, which looks very solemn, and on the door is a flat horizontal plaque, which reads: "Qing Temple".

Fan Xian licked off the sugar residue sticking to his teeth with his tongue, and looked at the two yellow sè characters representing the sacred on the top of his head, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

This is the Qing Temple, the only place where the rumor of Qing Guo can communicate with the ethereal temple, the temple of the royal sacrifice to the sky.

When he was in Shanzhou, Fei Jie once said that the Temple of Heaven was three miles outside the Kyoto Imperial Palace, and Fan Xian always thought that it was three miles away from the Imperial Palace, and he couldn't imagine that "Wai Sanli" was a place name.

Fan Xian's mouth opened wide. Before he came to Kyoto, he thought that since people in this world could not find out where the temple was, then he must also go to the Temple of Heaven to see it, because the question that had been haunting his heart for sixteen years, he didn't know if he could find the answer here.

Why did you come into this world?

When reading novels in his previous life, Xiang Shaolong had a reason, and later he also had a reason, and then he didn't need a reason.

But Fan Xian himself was deeply puzzled, he needed a reason, a reason that could explain why he was reborn into this world when he was obviously dead.

He never thought that he would be casually guided by that child, and let himself come to the Qing Temple, this realization made him feel slightly dizzy, perhaps, there is a very mysterious relationship between himself and the temple, there is a very wonderful fate.

He firmly believes in this, and firmly believes in the fate brought by this kind of sugar gourd.

Stepping forward, there was silence all around, and Fan Xian gently pushed open the heavy wooden door that seemed to have not been opened for many years.

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"Stop!"

A loud shout came.

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