"stop!"
A sharp shout came from behind.
Everyone looked up and saw that the monks moved out of the way.
Wen Qingxin was dressed in plain clothes, her black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she was unforgettable despite not using any makeup.
"Donor Wen, how is Junior Brother Huixin?"
The older monk hurried over and asked.
Wen Qingxin replied: "Don't worry, master, there is no fear for your life for the time being."
The monks clasped their hands together, said "Amitabha", stood the long sticks behind their backs, nodded to Wen Qingzhu and the others, turned and left.
"Master Fu Hou, come out." Wen Qingxin looked behind Wen Qingzhu and said in a loud voice.
With a gust of wind, Fu Lie fell in front of Wen Qingzhu.
"Qingqing."
But Wen Qingzhu just pushed away his extended hand and carried the child towards Huixin.
When we got to the door, it was ajar.
Pushing the door open and going in, Huixin sat on the couch. Seeing her coming, she pointed to the seat opposite.
Wen Qingzhu carried the child over, and Huixin reached out and took Nianfu into her arms.
Nianfu, who was still unable to relax with the medicine in his mouth, calmed down the moment he touched his wisdom heart.
The tightly frowned brows also relaxed.
Wen Qingzhu looked at Huixin, her lips trembled and said, "Huixin, is he..."
With a long sigh, Huixin took off the blood moon lotus flower from the child's neck, stretched out her hand and handed it over: "This child's destiny is over."
"Impossible!" Wen Qingzhu clenched his hands tightly.
Huixin just looked down at the child in her arms with a smile on her lips: "I know you named him Nianfu, but he is a blessing."
Upon hearing this, Huixin's head was filled with confusion and she backed away from the Arhat bed.
The warm yellow light shone on Nian Fu's face, and Wen Qingzhu watched helplessly as the blood on his face slowly faded.
The room was extremely quiet, and no sound could be heard outside. Only the breathing of chanting blessings became weaker and weaker.
Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but recall the past life and Fu'er's affairs in his mind.
She couldn't help but walked to Huixin, stretched out her hand and touched Nianfu's face.
The slightly cool touch made Wen Qingzhu breathless for a moment.
But the next moment, Nian Fu's eyes slowly opened, and Wen Qingzhu was shocked by these familiar eyes.
"Fu'er..."
The child's eyebrows were curved, as if he was smiling.
Then slowly closed his eyes.
When Wen Qingzhu didn't notice, the red light inside the blood jade lotus extinguished.
In the early morning, the slightly cold wind blew Wen Qingzhu's hair.
Only the tips of the hair on the forehead were slightly raised, and the rest of the long hair was not dry yet and was wet by the umbrella.
She holds a shovel and plants a bouquet of daisies.
Lu Tao stood behind her holding an umbrella, also silent.
Fu Lie was silent on the bluestone path not far away.
The cold wind blew, making the leaves rustle.
It rained lightly last night, and when the wind blew, the remaining raindrops on the leaves fell off one after another.
It rained on Fu Lie's head, but he suddenly didn't hear it.
"Master Marquis, I have an invitation from the palace." Yang Jiuchu stood behind him and reminded him again.
Fu Lie nodded, but stood still.
Wen Qingzhu in the forest planted chrysanthemums, turned to Lu Tao and said, "Fu'er likes daisies. I want a flower that is pure for children."
"Madam." Lu Tao burst into tears. From the corner of his eye, he saw the two small grave bags in front of him. Finally, he could no longer restrain himself and hugged Wen Qingzhu tightly.
After finishing crying, Lu Tao let go of his hand and glanced at the other side of the meditation room.
Wen Qingxin took the food box into Huixin's yard.
"Madam, I have inquired clearly here. The monk who appeared last night was arranged by Wen Shiyi in advance. He said that no one could see Huixin last night, otherwise Huixin would suffer a bloody disaster."
Wen Qingzhu looked at her and raised his lips: "I'm really curious as to why Wen Qingxin values Hui Xin so much."
"As far as I know, she helped Master Huixin escape from danger several times."
After a moment of silence, footsteps came from behind.
Looking back, Fu Lie arrived.
"Thank you for your hard work. I have Lu Tao here with me. You and Yang Jiu should go to the palace to do things first." Wen Qingzhu took out a handkerchief and wiped the water droplets from Fu Lie's forehead and face.
Fu Lie felt the distance and took a step forward to grab her hand: "Qingqing—"
"It's okay. I talked with Huixin last night, and now I understand what's going on." Wen Qingzhu avoided his hand and put away the handkerchief.
She turned around and told Yang Jiu to take good care of Fu Lie, then turned and left with Lu Tao.
Fu Lie looked at her back and felt that there seemed to be a fork in the road between the two of them.
When going down the mountain, Wen Qingzhu's sedan was stopped.
A slightly familiar voice came from outside.
"Excuse me, is this Mrs. Ping Guohou?"
Lu Tao looked at the person opposite and whispered to Wen Qingzhu, "It's the wife of the eldest son of the Jingyuan Hou family."
Xia Feiyuan
What is she doing here looking for me at this time
"No." Wen Qingzhu didn't think Xia Feiyuan had anything important to do with him.
Lu Tao stepped forward and said, "Mrs. Prince, my wife is not feeling well and doesn't want to see anyone for the time being."
"Then I won't bother you again when Madam gets better." Xia Feiyuan stepped aside wisely and stared curiously at the sedan slowly passing by.
I heard that Wen Qingzhu took Prince Pingguo to the mountain last night and stayed away all night.
Before this, I had always heard that Prince Pingguo's health was getting worse and worse.
Outsiders didn't know, but she knew that in the fire where Yueniang died, the nanny of the Hou Mansion also died.
What's the connection here
The sedan chair had disappeared from sight, and the maid reminded Xia Feiyuan: "Madam, is Mrs. Yuan still waiting for us in the temple? Let's go there quickly."
"That's true. General Yuan was promoted due to his merit, and Mrs. Yuan's status has also risen accordingly. We can't neglect it."
Xia Feiyuan put a hypocritical smile on her face again and followed the maid up the mountain.
The news of the death of Prince Pingguo was released the next day.
Wen Qingzhu closed the door to thank the guests, knelt in the ancestral hall, and quietly thought about what happened during this period of time.
From the beginning of pregnancy, to later marriage, until now Fu Lie has become more and more powerful.
During this period, she just wanted to protect the people around her.
Under normal circumstances, when she was pregnant, the toxicity of Wangyousan was still in her body, so it was almost impossible for her to give birth to a child.
If you think about it carefully, after the pregnancy stabilized, it was after Huixin gave her the blood jade lotus flower.
Last night, Huixin said that if it weren't for the Blood Jade Lotus, her child would never have been born.
For the sake of the people, he changed his destiny and saved the child's life for one year.
At that time, Wen Qingzhu noticed his words almost reflexively: "What does it mean to serve the people?"
Huixin looked at her with compassion and pity: "Ziweixing was born because of you, and Qixing is closely related to you. Every move you make involves the people of Li, and I am willing to use my life to fulfill your destiny as a child. "
Ziwei Star is the Emperor Star. Wen Qingzhu doesn't know much about celestial phenomena, but he knows a little about it.
"The Ziweixing you are referring to is Jiang Yuanhan?" Wen Qingzhu suddenly felt that everything she was experiencing now was more like a dream.
If she has such great power, why can't she protect the people around her
Huixin said something that only she knew: "The Ziweixing in this life is him, but the Ziweixing in the previous life was King Chu."
Hearing these words, Wen Qingzhu's blood ran cold.
In the previous life, Jiang Yuancheng became the crown prince because of her support, but he chose to abandon her on the eve of his accession to the throne.
Since her rebirth, Wen Qingzhu has disdained Prince Ning, let alone Prince Huai, so she firmly chooses Prince Rui, who has not yet grown up.
Huixin Tu opened the window, pointed to the starry sky in the north and said, "There is never just one purple star, but the one you choose becomes more and more dazzling."
Looking around, in the direction pointed by Huixin, there is a purple star, although it is huge, it is gradually becoming dim.
Surrounded by four stars of different sizes, the brightest one is the one on the edge.
"What does this have to do with me!" Wen Qingzhu withdrew his gaze and looked down at Nian Fu, whose body was slowly turning cold.
Huixin sighed and just said: "You will understand. You are obsessed and can't see the way forward clearly. When the clouds clear, you will finally understand what you want."
"Will you finally understand what you want?"
Wen Qingzhu slowly opened his eyes, looking at the memorial tablets of the Yang family and the Xue family, his eyes gradually deepened.
What she wants is always simple.
After getting up, Wen Qingzhu opened the door and saw a little girl sitting on the steps, holding a broom in her hand, squinting her eyes and nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.
She looked to be only about ten years old, and she was wearing the clothes of a servant of the Hou family.
Although she is bare-faced, she already shows some beauty.
"Little girl." Wen Qingzhu stepped out of the threshold and called her.
Hearing the sound, the little girl jumped up in shock. She turned around and saw Wen Qingzhu looking at her condescendingly. She quickly knelt down and saluted: "This slave has met Madam."
"What's your name?" Wen Qingzhu looked around and saw that there was no one else here.
Before she came here, she had ordered Lu Tao not to let anyone come near this place.
"Slave, my name is Aping." The little girl felt that Wen Qingzhu's tone was a little cold, and she couldn't help but start to feel a little scared.
The steward who took her said that there were few masters in the Hou Mansion, so as long as she confessed, nothing would happen.
A Ping immediately explained: "The slave is responsible for cleaning the ancestral hall. When he saw the lady went in and never came out, he wanted to wait for the lady to come out before cleaning."
"Get up. You don't have to kneel down when you see me in the future." Wen Qingzhujue raised his hand and glanced around. There must be a back door besides the main door.
"Yes, thank you madam." A Ping stood up, only to find that Wen Qingzhu was gone.
She breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself that the lady's tone was a bit colder, but she was really as good to the servants as the uncle in charge said.
Ah Ping walked to the mourning hall with peace of mind and went to clean it.
More than half an hour later, when she swept in front of the futon, she found a red necklace on the ground.
"This is..." Aping bent down and picked it up.
Suddenly, the blood jade lotus in her hand lit up.
A Ping looked at the thing in his hand with wide eyes and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
She looked outside the door and found that the futon in front of her still had dents. She thought it must have been left by the lady.
That evening, Aping found the steward and was about to talk about the necklace.
But he was interrupted by the steward: "If you have anything to do, go to grandma, not me! The young prince has passed away, and the madam and the marquis are sad. Don't run around and bump into the madam!"
After the steward finished speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry.
A Ping was stunned. Has the prince passed away
She thought that during the day, Madam was still in the ancestral hall.
A Ping covered his mouth, no wonder his wife's expression was so cold, it was the prince who passed away.
She wanted to help, but the people in the house suddenly became busy, and she couldn't find the right person for a while.
Aping wanted to return the necklace, so he decided to go to the main courtyard in person.
But when she was halfway there, she met a friend from the mansion and grabbed her.
"Aping, if you're okay, do me a favor."
With that said, she handed a food box to A Ping: "Give it to Brother Yang!"
Although Aping has been in the house for several years, there are many things she doesn't know.
"Which courtyard is Brother Yang in?"