Love on the bed: the abandoned concubine of the king

"Maybe Yinyue Palace can also walk this road with you." Dong Liu said softly. He was dressed in black, and his complexion was still ruddy in this severe winter.

Wen Yimo looked at Dong Liu in shock, thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

"Palace Master means..."

Dong Liu gave a rare smile, and said: "Although Yinyue Palace never interferes with the affairs of the court, it has a lot of power, which can be your backing. Furong, do you think this is good?"

Fu Rong's face was pale, she neither nodded nor shook her head, this was not what she wanted at all.

But she knew that Yinyue Palace had never interfered with the affairs of the court, and Dongliu was doing this now only for her.

But she could no longer dissuade Wen Yimo, and now the only way to make Wen Yimo safe and sound, she nodded and asked, "Will Mr. Wen be willing?"

Wen Yimo was naturally happy, and said: "This is naturally the best, as long as the power of the Su family is dismantled, Su Wan'er will be just a tiger without claws."

The two reached an agreement, and before leaving, Fu Rong asked Wen Yimo another question: "If you eradicate the Su family, then... what should she do?"

Wen Yimo was startled for a moment, Su Dai's better face flashed in his mind, and it was just this moment, Wen Yimo said: "If she wants, she can come back, but even if she doesn't come back, I will will protect her."

Fu Rong sighed: "It's really hard for Su Dai."

Afterwards, Fu Rong gave Wen Yimo some medicine, which could suppress the coldness in Wen Yimo's body.

After walking out of Prince Chun's mansion, Fu Rong was always depressed, and said: "Looking at his breath just now, the cold air can't be cleared away."

Dong Liu also agreed, and said softly: "Maybe the old man Beixue has a solution."

Fu Rong nodded, and it had no choice but to be like this, the cold air in Wen Yimo's body could only be suppressed, not eradicated.

"Let's go to Beiquan Mountain, maybe I haven't been there for a long time." Dong Liu said without showing any trace.

In his heart, Hibiscus always comes first.

Most of the national temples are monks, but there is also a nunnery, which is all for the nobles in the palace to pray for blessings.

Sometimes Su Dai thought that there were so many intrigues in the palace, even if she prayed too much, it was useless.

The days here were very difficult. In the first day or two, Su Dai still felt a little fresh, but every day she either copied scriptures or chanted scriptures, and Su Dai's heart could not sink.

Looking at the monks and nuns in the temple, living like this every day, it is no wonder that Su Wan'er is a good place for self-cultivation.

Fortunately, Su Dai also brought the piano, and she would always play a piece every evening.

"Miss, the scriptures you copied have already been sent to the palace." Ziyou rubbed his ink aside and said casually.

Su Dai nodded. In order to ensure that she followed the rules every day, Su Wan'er asked someone to take the Buddhist scriptures she copied into the palace for review on time.

After a period of time, Su Dai no longer regarded this matter as a task. During the period of copying Buddhist scriptures, her mood was indeed much calmer.

Bells rang outside. I heard that this is the golden bell in the Maple Leaf Pavilion, which is also the only pavilion in the Guosi.

Su Dai thought of that night again, Wen Yimo's face came to her mind again, the ink from the brush dripped onto the rice paper, blurring a black spot.

Afterwards, she put down her pen and said, "Let's write tomorrow."

Seeing Su Dai's gloomy expression, Ziyou didn't dare to ask in detail, so she quickly packed up her things.

The snow outside has stopped, but in this suburb, it is even colder.

Su Dai rubbed her hands, then lost interest, Zi You also suggested: "Miss, why not sleep for a while, and the servant will wake up the miss when we have dinner later."

"Okay." Su Dai nodded. Seeing that the New Year is coming, is she going to spend it alone?

Without thinking too much, she also took off her coat and fell asleep.

Ziyou heard Su Dai's even breathing, and then walked out with peace of mind.

In the evening, a man came in secretly. The man was wearing a yellow cassock. He saw Su Dai lying on the bed at a glance, and said to himself: "No wonder I can't hear the qin today. He fell asleep."

Immediately afterwards, he also saw the guqin on the case.

His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked over. Even though his footsteps were hurried, there was no sound of footsteps, which made people doubt that he was a martial arts master.

His hand brushed over the strings, his face was pleasantly surprised, and he kept nodding: "This is really a good piano, and paired with a beautiful woman, it is a perfect match."

After all, he plucked the strings casually and made a tune.

With just this sound, Su Dai also woke up, she quickly stood up with a look of vigilance.

"Who?!" Su Dai looked over and saw a monk standing in front of her guqin. The monk seemed to be over fifty years old, with a slightly white beard, and he looked like a fairy.

In order to avoid suspicion, she never associates with the monks in the monastery. Unexpectedly, an old monk walked into her room now.

"Little girl, your qin is really good." The monk stroked his beard and shook his cassock.

It was the qin that Wen Yimo gave him, and it belonged to Wen Yanfu, so it was naturally good.

Su Dai's expression was somber, and she said: "What do you want to do when you walk into my room as a monk?"

"Am I a monk?!" The monk was a little angry, but after a while, he touched his head, "Yes, I have been ordained for a long time."

Su Dai rolled over and got out of bed, and put on her coat by the way.

"If you don't go out again, I'll call the abbot." Su Dai pointed to the door and said coldly.

"Okay, then I'll leave immediately." The monk said with a smile, he turned around, but in an instant, his sleeve brushed against the guqin, and the guqin was swept away.

Before Su Dai could react, the monk's figure was extremely fast, and the door of the room opened in response to the monk's palm, and the monk disappeared very quickly.

"What a quick qinggong!" Su Dai exclaimed, quickly put on her shoes, and chased him out.

The monk seemed to be waiting for her on purpose. He was on the roof, holding her qin in his hand, and looked at her with a playful smile: "Little girl, just give me your qin."

Su Dai gritted her teeth and said angrily, "No!"

She didn't expect that there was such a monk in this country's temple!

"Haha, if you can get it, I'll give it back to you."

Before he finished speaking, Su Dai had jumped onto the roof, reaching out to grab the Qin back.

But the monk was no longer a fuel-efficient lamp, seeing Su Dai's slender hand stretched out, he quickly backed away, Su Dai could only miss it.

This monk is really amazing!

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