The temple is solemn and beautiful, and under the tall Buddha statue, the figures of a person and a fox are all small beings.

Feng Heng finished chanting, opened his eyes, looked at the little snow fox who was squatting on the side of the futon and looked up at him, and was silent for a long time to pick it up from the ground and walk out of the Buddhist hall.

Seeing Feng Heng coming out, the abbot of Jingyuan stepped forward with two little monks and said, "Your Highness, can you still live in the original wing?" ”

"Hmm."

Feng Heng nodded.

The wing room mentioned by the abbot of the net circle is Feng Heng's childhood residence in Yuguo Temple. Since Feng Heng became the crown prince, Yuguo Temple has been renovated as a whole.

Today's wings are no longer the humble rooms of earthen thatched huts.

Feng Heng actually didn't need to stay here on this trip, it took a lot of time, but he wanted to stay here, and it was speculated that he was thinking of his biological mother, chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha, and doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, which was reasonable.

There are only beds, tables, stools, and cabinets in the wings, and there are no other superfluous redundant things.

When it was time for the meal, the little monk came to deliver the meal.

Naturally vegan, thin rice and white porridge, steamed buns and green vegetables.

Feng Heng personally distributed half a bowl of soup porridge to her, his posture of holding chopsticks was still elegant, and the action of delivering food to the entrance was not half reluctant.

Seeing that Shi Qing was only squatting on the table and watching him eat, Feng Heng's eyebrows were rippling with a shallow smile, and at first glance it looked like the ripples of the spring breeze and water waves, "Little guy, this meal can be eaten in this hall, naturally it is poisonous and will not kill you, don't be picky." ”

Shi Qing: "......"

Shi Qing didn't know why Feng Heng suddenly wanted to remember the bittersweet thoughts, and couldn't figure out his thoughts, so he simply resigned himself to accompany Feng Heng to drink this little soup and fresh water.

In the next two days, Feng Heng walked back and forth in this temple several times with the little snow fox in his arms, during which he did not make a sound, and occasionally stood in place and was distracted.

By the way, pick up a handful of little fox's fur.

Shi Qing watched the hair in his hand, his beast eyes were round, and he whined in protest!

Bald, bald.

Again, you want to be bald!

If it weren't for Feng Heng dressed decently, with a supportive appearance, and white clothes, he would be a wandering lonely ghost in this temple.

Shi Qing couldn't figure out what he was going to do!

Fortunately, the geographical location of this temple is unique, and it is a treasure place to absorb spiritual energy. Shi Qing has recovered a lot of spiritual power, and it is estimated that he will be able to turn back into a human body after a few days.

The next day, Feng Heng ordered someone to return to the palace.

When the abbot of Jingyuan sent them away from Yuguo Temple, Shi Qing was carried by Feng Heng into a carriage and left, but he didn't hear any news that this group of monks wanted to arrest her.

But with the eyes of the abbot of Jingyuan, he knew at a glance that there was a little secret between him and Feng Heng.

On the way back, an Assassin intercepted them.

The movement of fighting and killing outside the carriage was really not small, Shi Qing was just about to go over, and when she lifted the curtain to take a look, she was held by Feng Heng and dragged her little short legs back.

Feng Heng didn't open his eyes, he held a delicate and small stove in his left hand, and took the little snow fox back into his arms with his right hand, and said lightly: "Don't go to join in the fun, the sword doesn't have eyes." ”

Feng Heng's hands have always been cold, but the temperature of holding the stove is a little warmer.

“……”

Shi Qing simply lay on his lap, pricked up his little ears to listen to the sound of ping-pong outside, and estimated that there were still a lot of people who came to assassinate Feng Heng.

It didn't take long for the fighting outside the carriage to stop, and Feng Heng's personal guard came over, half-lifted the curtain and said, "Your Highness, there is no life, they committed suicide by poisoning." ”

"Hmm."

Feng Heng responded slightly, and ordered, "Continue on the road and return to Beijing." ”

"Yes—"

The guard took the order and asked them to drive back to Beijing.

Shi Qing looked at Feng Heng's unfazed appearance, and couldn't help but speculate that even this assassination was in his expectation. The little favorability she is stuck with is estimated to be difficult to handle.