Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

The monk hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "This has been my long-cherished wish. If the benefactor can solve this mystery, I am willing to step back into the world of mortals. I just don't know how the benefactor wants to solve it?"

Yu Qinghuan said: "Master, there are twelve hours in a day. Counting from now on, we will definitely be able to solve it before tomorrow. Before that, can you use the kitchen here?"

The monk stood up and clasped his hands together: "Donor, please help yourself. Everything in this kitchen can be used by the benefactor."

After the monk left, Changsun Tao asked Yu Qinghuan: "Why did you borrow the kitchen?"

Yu Qinghuan pinched Changsun Tao's cheeks and said distressedly: "Of course it's for my husband who doesn't know how to take care of himself. He is tired from running around every day and always thinks about others instead of himself, so today I want to make a special meal for my most lovable husband, and I will take this opportunity to let him experience the feeling of having a hot meal cooked by my wife when he is tired."

Yu Qinghuan really felt sorry for this man. He had been running around and working hard all his life. When had he ever treated himself well?

Changsun Tao raised the corners of his lips: "Okay, thank you madam."

Yu Qinghuan found a small bamboo basket from the kitchen, carried it and went out. Not far away, there was a stone cliff several feet high, covered with wisteria. The place facing the sun was already in full bloom, like a A purple waterfall will bud slightly closer to the ground.

The fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating, and Yu Qinghuan jumped up, her icy blue smoke-colored dress drawing smooth arcs among the flowers.

"Go play!" Yu Qinghuan let Mingzhu and Huihui go free, while she stood on the stone cliff and bent down to pick flowers among the vines.

The fragrance of the flowers covered her body and her hands were dyed with their colors. She quickly picked a small basket. She put down the bamboo basket and looked down. The forest was mixed with clusters of beautiful colors, including various peonies, and The wild peaches are almost in bloom, and you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery in the mountains.

On the other side, Changsun Tao walked towards the monk who was knocking the wooden fish and asked him respectfully: "Master, why did you look like that when you saw your wife just now?"

Yes, although it was only for a moment, the observant Chang Sun Tao captured it. How to describe that expression?sigh?mercy?admire?

Because it was too complicated, Changsun Tao couldn't understand it, so he took advantage of Yu Qinghuan's absence and came to ask the monk.

The monk stopped knocking on the wooden fish and looked at the compassionate Avalokitesvara in the hall. His voice seemed to come from a far away place: "Donor, I can only tell you to cherish the present moment."

Changsun Tao frowned: "Master, what danger will my wife encounter?"

The monk shook his head: "Although Madam has suffered a lot from traveling and working hard in this life, she has also enjoyed all the glory in this world. The donor does not need to worry."

After confirming that nothing would happen to Yu Qinghuan, Changsun Tao let out a long sigh of relief. He knew that it would be useless to ask any more questions, because the monk in front of him could not possibly crush the secret he had unearthed.

Changsun Tao changed the subject and asked: "Master, two of my friends suffered great injustice due to their family, and they had to change their lives in order to survive. The person who changed their lives was said to be a fortune teller, but that fortune teller has already After all, I wonder if Master can change the lives of my two friends when everything is settled, so that they will no longer be bound to another life and restore their authenticity and freedom."

The monk said: "Although changing one's fate is a unique skill of a fortune teller, even a poor monk knows a thing or two. It is possible to change it back for the two benefactors when the time comes. But, Madam Ling, won't you change it?"

Changsun Tao was quite puzzled: "What? Are you saying that my wife's fate has also been changed?"

The monk nodded slightly: "The person who changed Madam Ling's life was not a fortune teller. This was a price paid with life, a life in exchange for life. Otherwise, the donor thought, why Madam Ling could live in the enemy's house for eight full years without being suspected until now. The identity is obviously the same face. Even if he is as smart as the donor, didn't it take a lot of twists and turns to recognize that the other person is the person he has been looking for for many years? "

Changsun Tao was silent. Indeed, as the master said, Yan Yan clearly had the same face as his wife, but in the eight years in the Yu family, no one had ever doubted her identity. Even when he later arrived at Prince Qi's palace, he himself never doubted her identity. No one thought that Yan Yan was "Yu'er" because of this face, just as others would not doubt the identities of Wei Shu and Yang Qian because of their looks.

Yan Yan once mentioned the death of his grandfather Lu Pian, and he himself had investigated it. Lu Pian's death may have something to do with Yu Qian, because all of Lu Pian's life-long efforts were dedicated to Yu Qian, and Yu Qian was dedicated to this day. Qian also sent people to Jingzhou before Lu Xuan died.

Is there another mystery behind Lu Pian's death?Is he the one who sacrificed his life to change Yan Yan's life?

Just as Changsun Tao was about to speak, the monk's voice rang out again: "This kind of life-changing technique cannot be accomplished voluntarily. The deceased is already dead, so what if the donor knows about it? Shouldn't it make the living people feel guilty?"

Changsun Tao hit the nail on the head when he said: "Master, do you know someone who changed the fate of your wife?"

The master said: "That's natural, because the poor monk taught him this life-changing technique, but the donor had told the poor monk not to mention this matter to anyone."

Changsun Tao asked again: "If I don't change my life, will my wife have to live with her current identity all her life, and it will be difficult for her true identity to be made public?"

The monk said: "Indeed, if the donor wants to make the true identity of the lady known to the world, there will be many twists and turns, and some related people will die as a result."

Changsun Tao knew that the monk was not alarmist. Although the mysterious men in black did not know Yan Yan's identity, they wanted to connect Yan Yan and Lu Mingyu. Just like this, Lu Sheng gave his life to save them.

Finally, Chang Sun Tao said: "My two friends have grievances that need to be cleared up, so they must find themselves. As for my wife, I will ask her what she wants. No matter what she wants to do, I will respect her choice. It’s just a matter of trouble, Master.”

"Compared with what the donor has done, this is nothing. Donor, don't be polite." After the monk finished speaking, he knocked on the wooden fish again, and the sound of "rob" was extremely rhythmic.

At the right time, Yu Qinghuan came back with a bamboo basket filled with purple wisteria flowers. There were two hair balls behind her. They seemed to be arguing over something. They were pushing each other and refusing to give in.

"Stand still!" Yu Qinghuan turned around, pointed at the two hair balls, and said seriously, "If we fight again, I will throw you out!"

The two furballs drooped their heads and let out a few whimpers.

"Cao Cao!" When Yu Qinghuan turned around again, she threw herself at Chang Sun Tao with a smile, her body carrying an astonishing fragrance, her clean little face dazzling in the sun, "I'm back."

Chang Sun Tao was staggered and almost fell backwards. He hugged Yu Qinghuan steadily and rubbed the tip of Yu Qinghuan's nose with his nose: "Why are you still so reckless?"

Yu Qing smiled happily and said: "I know you will catch me, how about it? Do I smell good?"

Changsun Tao smiled: "Xiang, I'm about to sneeze."

Yu Qinghuan smacked him in the face, jumped out of his arms, and ran towards the kitchen.