In the royal enclosure south of the capital, above the Moon Tower.
Wen Qingzhu was hung outside the railing in ragged clothes and covered in blood.
"Your Highness, he won't come, he won't come..." Wen Qingzhu's breath was weak, and he tilted his head with difficulty, looking at the man in brocade clothes with piercing eyes inside the railing.
The man stared straight ahead, silent.
Suddenly, there was a flock of birds in the distant woods.
After a while, a man in black clothes came running towards him on horseback.
In an instant, the archers upstairs were ready to attack.
"Slow down!" The man's thin lips parted slightly, and his eyes moved to Wen Qingzhu's body solemnly.
Wen Qingzhu burst into tears as he looked at the person getting closer and closer.
Just like in the memory, even though he was seriously injured, he still stood tall and heroic.
But she knew that the man in front of her was going to die soon.
Behind him, a man wearing a golden python robe raised his hand and waved.
In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired, and the man in black clothes flew backwards and fell to the ground, his body covered with countless iron arrows.
A shrill scream suddenly broke through the air: "No—"
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"Don't be afraid, miss! Lu Tao is here!"
There were anxious choking sounds in my ears, and the veil on my forehead was changed two or three times in less than half a quarter of an hour.
Wen Qingzhu sat up suddenly, his clothes and hair soaked with sweat, and his whole body was shaking.
"Miss! Are you having nightmares again? Please call the doctor!"
Lu Tao looked at her and was so frightened that he burst into tears. He stood up immediately as he spoke.
"No!" Wen Qingzhu grabbed her hand.
"But Miss, you have been like this for seven or eight days, and you can't sleep for less than half an hour every night. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it!"
Lu Tao sat back on the bed and held her cold hand, unable to stop crying.
Wen Qingzhu looked at the thin Lu Tao, and there were bruises under her eyes.
Feeling guilty suddenly emerged, Wen Qingzhu held her hand tightly.
She really came back, back to the time before she met Jiang Yuancheng.
This year, she was eleven years old.
"I just miss my mother. I'll drink some soothing medicine tomorrow and I'll be fine." Wen Qingzhu comforted her softly.
But Lu Tao's face was full of resentment: "Those herbs have been pulled out by the West Courtyard long ago! I wanted to pay for the medicine, but she said it was a waste!"
"It's okay, I know where the medicine is." Wen Qingzhu wiped her tears.
In the early morning, there was a knock on the door outside the curtain.
"Damn girl! Open the door quickly! You're delaying Aunt Wu's business! Be careful you bitch!"
The rough roar woke up Lu Tao. She jumped up and ran directly to Wen Qingzhu's bedroom.
As soon as he opened the cotton curtain, he saw that Wen Qingzhu had already dressed and was sitting in front of the dressing table with a plain white jade hairpin in his head.
"Miss!" Lu Tao hurriedly stepped forward, "Are you up already?"
"Well, go ahead and open the door." Wen Qingzhu stood up.
She was dressed in moon-white plain clothes, reflecting a small and delicate face.
Her dark eyebrows and bright eyes, her white teeth and rosy lips, even without makeup, are still impressive.
Lu Tao looked at her blankly, the lady seemed a little different.
"Go." Wen Qingzhu reminded gently.
Lu Tao reacted and hurriedly opened the door.
What appeared in front of him was a maid dressed in pink, pointing at the green pottery in an arrogant manner and about to scold him.
"Chunbi, are you ready?" Wen Qingzhu followed Lu Tao and spoke softly, but his eyes were extremely cold.
The maid named Chunbi was stunned, the seventh lady was already up!
Meeting Wen Qingzhu's gaze, Chunbi subconsciously took a step back.
"Hurry up and get ready!" Chunbi cursed in a low voice, then turned around and left.
Before leaving the yard, she couldn't help but look back and take another look.
Wen Qingzhu turned his body sideways, his eyebrows clear, and he was talking to Lu Tao.
Looking back, Chunbi cursed herself: She's still that idiot! What are you afraid of!
An hour later, Chunbi returned to the east courtyard.
"Hurry up! Aunt Wu is leaving!" Chunbi shouted impatiently as soon as she entered the room.
Seeing her being so unruly, Lu Tao couldn't help but want to scold her back.
Before she spoke, Wen Qingzhu held her hand, stood up, and replied calmly: "Let's go."
Chunbi was slightly surprised that Miss Seven was so calm today.
No one answered, so Chunbi led them to the middle of the garden.
By chance, a mother and daughter holding hands came across from them.
The brocade clothes and skirts, and the hairpin rings are all beautiful and charming at first glance.
The visitors were none other than Aunt Wu and her daughter Wen Qinglan.
Looking at his enemy, Wen Qingzhu's eyes instantly filled with endless hatred.
Under the armholes, the nails were dug deeply into the palms of the hands.
Aunt Wu noticed an unusual gaze and looked up, only to see Wen Qingzhu nodding and getting into the sedan.
"Fool! You didn't show courtesy when you saw my aunt!" Wen Qinglan frowned, pointed at Wen Qingzhu and cursed.
Wen Zhuqing sat in the sedan, opened the curtain, and looked at them with calm eyes.
"You-" Wen Qinglan wanted to curse again, but Aunt Wu stopped her with her hand.
At this moment, a maid came to report.
"Aunt Wu, Aunt Yue said that Miss Twelve is not recovering from her illness, so she won't go today."
Aunt Wu's heart sank, but she still said kindly: "Since you are sick, you should take a good rest. I will go see Twelve Girls again in two days."
"Thank you Aunt Wu for your concern." The maid thanked her respectfully and left in a hurry.
In the sedan chair, Wen Qingzhu clenched his silver teeth, his eyes were scarlet, and the smell of blood came from his palms.
The person who killed her in her previous life was outside, but she couldn't kill him with her hands.
The sedan went through flowers and willows, past garden ponds one after another, and stopped in front of the gate.
After changing the carriages, the two carriages drove out of Wen's house one after the other and headed all the way to Fengguo Temple in Ruyi Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, their carriage was stopped.
"There is a distinguished person visiting Fengguo Temple today for a routine inspection. Please show your badge." An official who looked like a commander said with his hands in hand.
Aunt Wu, who was in the car in front, didn't say anything. Mama You next to her opened the curtain and handed out her badge.
After the official inspection, he immediately gave way respectfully: "It turns out to be the third wife of the Wen family. Please give me your permission."
Wen Qingzhu heard this and sneered in his heart: The third lady of the Wen family? She deserves it too!
Two quarters of an hour later, they finally arrived at the temple.
After getting off the car, the welcoming monk took them to the guest house.
In the past, Fengguo Temple was bustling with people, but today, there were very few pilgrims.
"May I ask which noble person came to your temple today?" Aunt Wu took out a purse containing silver and quietly stuffed it under the sleeve of the welcoming monk.
The welcoming monk weighed the weight and was very satisfied. He quietly replied: "He is a noble person in the palace."
When Aunt Wu heard this, her mind immediately became active. She added another purse and found out where the distinguished guest lived.
When he was about to reach the guest house, Wen Qingzhu suddenly felt a very familiar sight.
In an instant, her blood was cold and her whole body froze.
He was actually at Fengguo Temple!
"Miss! What's wrong with you?" Lu Tao, who was standing next to her, held her hand and asked nervously.