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In fact, Yuan Cixian's anger had long since subsided. She didn't expect Lu Shiqing to apologize humbly. It was rare that he could ask Lu Shuangyu to come to her house to express his condolences, not to mention that what happened that day was her fault after all, so she ignored him these days, not because she really didn't want to pay attention to him, but because she used a "tactic".
Just like now, she saw his angry eyes and refused to give him a good look. She stretched out her jade fingers and twisted the emerald green porcelain bottle in a circle. When she was sure that it dazzled his eyes, she slowly put it back into her sleeve.
Lu Shiqing sneered in his heart, "childish", straightened his clothes, looked straight ahead with an arrogant look.
Yuan Cihan also turned her head and lowered her eyes secretly thinking about Zheng Zhuo's injuries.
When she got closer, she found that the monk's incense ash that fell by mistake was mostly on his sleeves, and very light on the back of his hands. Such a little redness was just like a mosquito bite to a warrior, and it didn't make sense to say that someone did it on purpose.
She thought that she was probably paying too much attention to Zheng Zhuo and was suspicious. But after waiting for a while, when she put her doubts aside and went forward to take the incense from the monk, she noticed something was wrong again.
The subtle fragrance was different from the incense ash on Zheng Zhuo's body.
Her outstretched hand paused. The monk who handed her the incense was also startled, but she quickly smiled, as if nothing had happened, took the incense, went to the sacrificial tripod to worship, and then left the temple.
Yuan Yu greeted her first, then slowed down his pace to wait for her after coming out. When he saw her catching up, he tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "What happened just now?" He noticed that she paused for a moment.
There were many people watching at the moment, so Yuan Cixian shook his head to indicate that everything was fine. When he arrived near the main hall where the next ceremony was to be held, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother, smell the incense ash." As he spoke, he raised his sleeves.
When she was paying respect just now, she took advantage of the monk's inattention to dust off some incense, leaving a pinch of incense ash on her sleeve.
Yuan Yu lowered his head and sniffed, not knowing what was going on, "What's wrong?"
"I think the fine incense you got has the same smell as the ash on my sleeve and the one in the cauldron."
He nodded.
"But there is something different about the Sixth Prince."
Yuan Yu knew that her sister's five senses were very sharp, but she still had doubts in her heart: "With such a subtle difference, could you have heard it wrong?"
Yuan Cixian shook her head and said, "It's really different. It's mostly Buddhist incense, but mixed with something else." She frowned and thought for a moment, "I seem to have smelled this scent somewhere in southern Yunnan."
As they were talking, the brother and sister had already arrived at the Main Hall. Seeing that outside the hall were all royal family members who had finished performing sacrificial ceremonies and were stopping to rest, they decided not to say anything more.
Yuan Cixian glanced around and didn't find Zheng Zhuo, but instead saw Zheng Yun kneeling alone on a cushion in the hall, with her hands clasped together in worship of Buddha. Her back looked very pious. Most of the royal children present were there because of the emperor's order, but she seemed to be truly devoted to Buddha.
She looked at Zheng Jun and suddenly understood why she had thought that this noble lord did not seem like someone who liked horse riding.
This person's every move and gesture revealed a very heavy aura. Her voice and eyes were indifferent. If one really had to describe her, she looked like a transcendental person who had been fasting and worshipping Buddha for a long time.
There didn't seem to be much in this world that could cheer her up, except maybe Lu Shiqing.
Yuan Cihan could feel that all the attention Zheng Jun paid to her came from Lu Shiqing.
After Zheng Yun finished worshipping, he turned around and saw her standing at the entrance of the hall. He walked over with a smile, greeted Yuan Yu first, and then asked her, "The county lady is here to worship Buddha as well?"
Yuan Cixian glanced at the golden statue of Sakyamuni in the hall and shook her head, saying, "No, I don't believe in Buddhism." After saying that, she seemed to feel that this statement was inappropriate, so she smiled and added, "I don't really believe in Buddhism."
Zheng Yun blinked calmly: "So, the county lady believes in reincarnation?"
She seemed to think about it seriously, and finally asked instead of answering: "My Lord, do you think there is reincarnation in this world?"
"Everything in the world exists if you believe in it, and does not exist if you do not believe in it." Zheng Jun smiled slightly, "I believe in cause and effect, and I also believe in reincarnation."
After she finished speaking, she said goodbye to Yuan Cihan and went to get a bag of water from the maid waiting beside her.
Yuan Yu sighed and said, "You girls are like poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts. You are so cunning and witty. One word can have eight meanings. It makes my back cold."
Yuan Cihan glanced at him and was about to retort, but her face changed because of what he said.
"What's going on? It's so scary." Yuan Yu asked.
"Brother, I remember now." She pulled his sleeve and pulled him to a deserted place, then said, "You know, there are all kinds of poisonous snakes in southern Yunnan. When I first arrived in Yaozhou, I was particularly afraid of these things. My father found a special herb that can attract snakes and killed all the snakes near our mansion."
Yuan Yu restrained his expression and asked, "Are you saying that the Sixth Prince has the scent of this herb on him?"
Yuan Cixian nodded solemnly.
Yuan Yu figured out the key point in an instant and asked, "What about us?"
She frowned, hesitated for a while and said, "… It's not good to watch him get into trouble. After all, he hasn't done anything to let the Yuan family down. We are still in the same boat."
Yuan Yu nodded: "Brother, go find him."
She stopped him: "Don't. Your identity is more sensitive than mine, so don't deal with him in front of others. I'll go."
Yuan Cixian looked around and found a monk to ask, and learned that Zheng Zhuo seemed to have been called by someone to the South Gate of Wangji Temple.
After thanking him, she hurried over there. Sure enough, she saw Zheng Zhuo talking to several guards. He was holding a parchment drawing in his hand, as if they were discussing something. When he saw her coming, he paused for a moment and looked at her with a questioning look.
The South Temple Gate was connected to the outer wall, and under the wall was a row of dense bushes, which looked like a good place for snakes to hide. Yuan Cixian glanced at his feet fearfully and stepped forward quickly: "Your Highness, may I have a word with you?"
Zheng Zhuo nodded and handed the sheepskin drawing in his hand to the guard. Just as he was about to follow her, he heard a rustling sound in the bushes beside his feet. In a moment, a thin snake with a naked body and silver stripes leaped half a meter high and attacked his wrist.
He suddenly raised his eyes, pulled Yuan Cixian behind him with one hand, and with the other hand, drew out the guard's waist knife, slapped the sword horizontally, and the hilt passed his palm. The blade fell down suddenly, directly cutting the heart meridian at the seven-inch point of the snake's body. It rose and fell several times, and it took only two breaths, so fast that the guards beside him didn't even have time to move.
Yuan Cixian's face turned pale as he looked at the bloody red snake lying on the ground. He was so frightened that he even forgot to scream and only gasped for breath.
God knows, Yuan Cixian, who is not afraid of dogs, is really disgusted by snakes. When she was a child, she was even scared to death by this thing.
She had not expected to face the snake head-on, and she hurried over to remind Zheng Zhuo, but she was a step too late and bumped into the snake's mouth. If she had known earlier, her brother would have stepped in.
Zheng Zhuo was still holding her hand, so he could feel her palms were damp and cold, covered with sweat. He turned around and looked at her: "Are you okay?"
Yuan Cixian was not feeling well, and even had stars in front of her eyes. She felt a little dizzy. She bit her tongue and felt a little sweet. She barely held on. After coming to her senses, she pulled her hand away and shook her head: "I'm fine." Then she reminded, "Your Highness, you killed..."
Zheng Zhuo said, "Yeah," "I know."
Seeing that he looked calm and there was no surprise in his eyes, Yuan Cihan was a little puzzled. She frowned and was about to ask again, but when she glanced up accidentally, she saw a person standing in front of the temple gate.
Lu Shiqing stood there with his hands behind his back, staring over here for an unknown amount of time.
Zheng Zhuo glanced at him from a distance and asked Yuan Cixian, "What did the county lady want to talk to me about just now?"
There were several guards standing nearby who didn't know who was friend or foe. She couldn't speak directly, so she looked down at the snake corpse and hinted, "It's all right now."
Zheng Zhuo understood her intention and said with a smile, "I'm afraid I'll have to apologize to my father." Then he threw away his sword and waved to Lu Shiqing, signaling him to come over.
Lu Shiqing looked very calm. He came up to him, bowed and saluted, and heard him say, "Minister Lu, you have arrived at the right time. The county lady has been frightened. Please take her back to the palace."
Seeing him nod in agreement, Zheng Zhuo strode away, followed closely by several guards.
Lu Shiqing glanced at Yuan Cixian who was frozen in place and stretched out his hand to invite her: "Please come in, County Lady."
She nodded, not wanting to show any fear, but she had been holding on for too long, and as soon as she moved her legs, she felt weak and nearly fell.
Lu Shiqing subconsciously reached out to help her, but when she grabbed his arm tightly, he remembered that she was good at writing and acting, so he asked in a cold voice: "Didn't the county lady just tell His Highness that you are okay?"
Yuan Cixian really didn't pretend this time. She probably had no hostility towards Lu Shiqing, so she relaxed a little in front of him. The disgusting effect of the snake took over her, and her ears were ringing, her eyes were getting darker, her stomach was churning and she almost vomited, and she couldn't hear what he said at all.
The hand that was holding his arm dropped down little by little, and her body tilted and fell backwards.
Lu Shiqing was stunned, but he didn't dare to doubt it anymore. He hurriedly reached out to steady her. Seeing that she fainted, he had no choice but to pick her up and move her to the side. While pinching her philtrum, he called her in a low voice: "Yuan Cixian!"
Yuan Cihan was not a frail woman after all, and she woke up after being pinched a few times by him. When she woke up, she found that her head was resting on his legs, and he was leaning against the wall, seemingly covered in dust.
But she couldn't take care of his cleanliness at this time. She only felt that her mouth and tongue were extremely dry after fainting. She raised her eyes and opened her mouth, and said weakly: "Minister Lu, I'm thirsty..."
As long as you recognize him, Minister Lu, then everything will be fine.
Lu Shiqing glanced at her, took off the water bag he carried with him from his waist, twisted the lid for her, but suddenly paused and reminded her: "I have drunk this water bag."
Doesn't she dislike anything he touches
Yuan Cixian had just broken out in a cold sweat and was thirsty, so she snatched the water bag and lay on her back to drink it. She was able to continue talking only after she had drunk enough: "... You really hold a grudge, I'll take back what I said against you that day, okay?" After saying that, she supported herself on her elbows and tried to get up from his legs.
Seeing that she had difficulty moving, Lu Shiqing helped her, then said coldly: "Which day? I don't remember."
She glanced at him and snorted, "Forget it if you don't remember." Then she seemed to have recovered some of her energy and dragged her steps towards the temple gate.
Lu Shiqing frowned, glanced at the plaster on the corner of his clothes unhappily, sighed, put the water bag back on his waist, and followed.
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