The incense in Puguang Temple is very popular, and some noble ladies and ladies in the capital always come here to offer incense.
However, since the incident involving the concubine of Prince Yan's palace occurred last time, and then there was bloodshed and an affair, this Buddhist holy place has also been stained with blood and conspiracies. Some people feel that this place is not good, so the incense is compared to other places. It has been a lot quieter in the past few years, and it is the time of depression in autumn.
As the afternoon approaches evening, even if someone comes to offer incense, as long as they don't stay overnight, they have already left.
The carriages in front of the mountain gate disappeared one by one, and only a few were parked there alone. Of course, Feng Juoran's carriage did not appear so openly in the parking lot of Puguang Temple. The carriages were parked in the jungle at the foot of the mountain. Feng Juoran held Mo Xuetong in his arms and led several guards on horseback from the path into the back entrance of Puguang Temple.
Puguang Temple is very large, and the back door is connected to the forest. A winding path is hidden in it. It is used by monks to go down from the mountain to fetch water from the back door. Usually, no pilgrims go up and down from here. The road is originally uneven, Mo Xuetong Feng Jueran held this in front of her and protected her carefully, so she didn't feel much bump.
The horse stopped near the back door, and a guard led the horse down. At Feng Juoran's suggestion, the rest of them disappeared into the temple with a wave of their hands. Feng Juoran helped Mo Xuetong stand still on the spot. He took her into the temple. The back door was not locked. He opened the door and the two of them entered the temple together.
A guard appeared secretly and whispered a few words into Feng Juoran's ear. Feng Juoran nodded, with a hint of evil flashing in his glowing eyes.
He stretched out his hand to hug Mo Xuetong into his arms, took her hand and asked her to hug him too. Holding Mo Xuetong in his arms, he leaped like a blue bird and slipped silently onto the roof of a Buddhist temple.
"Concubine Wen Guifei will come here?" Mo Xuetong looked at the Buddhist temple below her. The lamp had been lit in the main hall. There was only one lamp, which seemed a bit dim. The tall and big gods and Buddhas on it were wearing robes. There was something to say. It's weird, but there's no one there!
Feng Juoran stretched out his hand and pulled apart a few tiles, making a small hole, just in time to have a clear view of the situation below. The sky outside became darker, and more and more halls were lit with lights. From a distance, it was even brighter than before. It's a bit clear here. Someone should be there to practice Buddhism, so the light is clear.
As for those Buddhist temples where there is no one around, you only need to light a lamp and offer a bright lamp in front of the Buddha. This is the one in front of you.
"Don't worry, of course Concubine Wen will come, otherwise wouldn't her loving motherly thoughts be in vain!" Feng Juoran smiled lazily and took Mo Xuetong into his arms. However, it blocked part of the wind for her, making the autumn night a little cooler.
"Isn't her son dead? Even if she still has such loving motherly feelings, it is for the sake of the emperor. Now that the emperor is not here, who is her loving motherly thoughts for?" Mo Xuetong She pushed him gently and said coquettishly, but he deliberately didn't explain clearly along the way, which made her think all kinds of things, but she didn't have an answer, which made her feel extremely itchy.
The child in Concubine Wen's belly was gone, but she still interceded for that concubine. Mo Xuetong couldn't believe such a thing. In her last life, she was also a mother, and she knew the feeling when the child in her belly was lost. The heartbreaking pain, as a mother, how could she be so generous? A child who was about to be born was killed in vain. The kind of love of flesh and blood is enough to make a mother crazy and lose her mind. .
Concubine Wen can be so calm, unless she is not pregnant, or the child is not lost...
"Okay, okay, look, she's not here. I guarantee that Tong'er won't be able to imagine what happens next. Let's watch the show!" Feng Juoran looked down, stretched his head and whispered in Mo Xuetong's ear. , seeing that her white and tender earlobe was right next to her mouth, she unceremoniously stuck out her tongue and licked it gently. Mo Xuetong's licking made her smart. The jade-white earlobe was immediately visibly red.
She glared at him fiercely, this man was really making trouble at this time.
But what should have been an angry glare in Feng Juoran's eyes was just a shy and angry look. There was no half strength, but it made his narrow phoenix eyes show a dazzling smile. His phoenix eyes were extremely Beautiful, in this autumn night, it is more dazzling and brilliant than the stars in the nine days.
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Mo Xuetong was unconsciously attracted by his beautiful eyes. For a moment, she forgot to become angry. She unconsciously followed his gestures and leaned against him, caressing her slender waist with his big palm. He hugged her tightly against his body and kissed her gently.
Gentle and doting...
Everything in heaven and earth seemed quiet, except for the night that shrouded these extremely beautiful people. The wind lifted the purple robes, and the pale yellow clouds hugging them looked more like the noble and elegant purple flowers. Rui'er, who was protecting her closely, was tightly embraced by Purple, and her soul and dreams depended on each other...
"Concubine Wen, what do you want from me?" A cold voice came from below.
Awakening the couple who were so invested in the kiss, Mo Xuetong woke up and pushed the man who was still kissing her tenderly. Her eyes looked down anxiously. Although this voice was not familiar to her, she always felt that he was really like this Puguang Temple. As fate would have it, last time I lost a concubine here and caused a scandal, it could be the same this time.
King Yan Fenglei!
Feng Jueran was extremely annoyed, gnashing his teeth and secretly hating that Feng Juelei and Concubine Wen had come at the wrong time. He was kissing so sweetly, and it was rare that Tong'er was so devoted. When he was in full bloom, he was suddenly awakened, and he was very depressed and depressed. Yan's eyes followed Mo Xuetong's line of sight, and there was a seductive smile on the corner of her lips, so evil!
There was still only one everlasting lamp burning in the hall. Under the flickering light of the everlasting lamp appeared a woman dressed in ordinary women's clothing. After a closer look, she found that it was indeed Concubine Wen. Without the gorgeously decorated brocade clothes and beautiful ornaments, Concubine Wen looked like a concubine. He looked a little thin, and when he looked at the person in front of him, his face was a little more eager and excited...
Standing far opposite her was Feng Juelei. Feng Juelei had just entered the gate of the Buddhist temple. Instead of walking over, he was at the door. Before closing the door of the hall a little, he asked directly. The other noble concubine appeared. There is no silence here, it is obvious that the two people are here to meet.
Compared to Concubine Wen's excitement, the expression on Feng Juelei's face was light and almost cold.
"Lei'er, I..." Seeing Feng Juelei, Concubine Wen Guilei's usual calmness disappeared. She took two steps forward excitedly and was about to rush over to hug Feng Juelei. The expression on her face was mixed with sadness and joy. There is an indescribable sadness and joy.
Feng Juelei didn't let her catch him. He took a step to the side and happened to avoid Concubine Wen Gui's hug. The look on his face turned cold: "Concubine Wen Gui, you should know that I am King Yan. You should still call me King Yan." Your Highness!"
This is extremely rude. Although in the true sense, Concubine Wen is not Feng Juelei's biological mother, nor is she the queen who raised him. It is normal to call her King Yan. But looking at the current situation, Concubine Wen is full of emotions. She rushed towards her excitedly, but he pushed her away so gently, and specifically told her to call him Prince Yan. Her tone was extremely cold and distant.
Concubine Wen's heart was hurt!
Staggering two steps, he stood holding on to the door frame on one side, turned back, with tears in his eyes: "Lei'er, I am your biological mother and concubine, you, how could you do this to me?"
For so many years in the palace, all her plans were for her son. In order to give him more powerful support, she did not hesitate to give birth to her own child in advance, secretly exchanged the boy in Ling Mei's life, and then Ling Meiren was poisoned so that he could be raised under the queen's knees, and he gained the support of the Duke of Dingguo from then on.
Every time she saw her son, she couldn't help but stop. Although she repeatedly warned herself that she could not go forward to recognize him, her own flesh and blood and the family affection could not be erased by reason, so once This time, I secretly sent some food to Feng Juelei and secretly watched him playing in the garden.
However, when the truth came out, why was the love between mother and son so cold without any warmth? Concubine Wen Guifei thought she had done nothing wrong and she was devoted to her son. Why did Feng Juelei ignore the fact that her mother was beside her and treat her so badly? Always as cold as a stranger.
"Concubine?" A cold smile appeared on Feng Juelei's lips, with a touch of sarcasm, "Concubine Wen, I am sure that my concubine is Ling Meiren. Although she did not have a high position until her death, she She is my true mother-in-law, and she has always protected me since I grew up, and she will also protect me until my death!"
At that time, he was about five or six years old and could remember things. The bowl of blood soup with a fishy smell was originally meant to be served to him because the child was a son and he was not a direct descendant of the Dingguo Palace. , she gave birth to a son as a mere beauty, and Ling Meiren was always frightened.
Although someone had inspected Yi Ying's food, she was still uneasy and always tried it herself first. That's how the fish soup came to her. She picked up the spoon, gently raised a spoonful and put it into the corner of her lips. , with a faint soft smile on his face, he smiled at Feng Juelei who was sitting aside waiting for the fish soup.
Feng Juoran even raised his spoon.
But a surprise happened. The second spoon that Ling Meiren stretched out was not brought to her mouth. The spoon in her hand fell into the bowl, and a mouthful of black blood spat into the fish soup. The snow-white fish soup was mixed with ink-colored bright colors. Weird and poignant, the corners of the blood-stained lips only had time to whisper Feng Juelei's name, and those previously agile eyes looked straight at Feng Juelei, full of sorrow...
Even after so many years, Feng Juelei still couldn't forget the sadness and pain on Ling Meiren's face, and her attachment and pity for him. At that time, he was too young and heard that several palace maids were jealous of Ling Meiren's favor, so they deliberately harmed her. She and those people were also executed. Originally, this matter was considered in the past. Although Feng Juelei went to investigate later, because the matter was settled at that time and too long ago, even if there was suspicion, he could not verify it.
However, Feng Juelei still set his sights on the Queen. If there was no one who would benefit most from Ling Meiren's death, it would be the empress of the middle palace who had been childless. She raised herself, which can be regarded as raising a prince. Yu Queen There are only benefits, and there are too many benefits from Duke Dingguo. Therefore, although he is very respectful to the queen, he is not close to her!
But who would have thought that things were not like this at all. The woman in front of him, who looked kind but was actually vicious, was his own mother. How could Feng Juelei accept this? (To be continued)