I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

At night, the servants of Prince Ning's Mansion were very busy, moving all Meng Ying's belongings into Yuanchen Residence.

The clothes were moved away, the books were moved away, and even the aromatherapy stove was moved away.

Nothing was left but a lingering scent of incense.

Meng Ying finally took a deep sniff of the remaining smell in the room and left Luochanyuan without looking back.

The snow was falling heavily, and Meng Ying walked out of Luochanyuan step by step and walked into the bamboo forest, until her lonely figure was submerged bit by bit in the snowy night.

Snow covered the footprints on the ground, as if no one had been there.

All corners of Yuanchen Residence have been carefully cleaned, and only the smell of dust still lingers in the air.

Meng Ying didn't burn the earth dragon. The whole room was like an ice cellar, with cold hands and feet.

The secret guard hurriedly came to report that the princess was drunk in the Star Picking Pavilion and had begun to roll on the ground in confusion.

When Meng Ying heard this, her heart ached.

He frowned tightly and paced back and forth in the room for a long time before saying, "Let her go and let Yu Jing take good care of her."

After the secret guard left, Meng Ying became increasingly panicked.

She said, let her go.

Meng Ying kept thinking about this sentence, thinking that it should have been like this a long time ago, and feeling anxious at the same time.

On such a snowy night, if you drink wine and catch a cold, you will be sick again.

He wanted to take her home desperately, let her soak warmly in the bathtub for a while, and then hug her into the thick and soft quilt and have a sweet dream.

But he understood that the turbulent and surging emotions in his heart would be quickly ignited and burned out of control the moment he saw her.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with panic.

Meng Ying hurriedly pulled out a travel journal and opened his favorite story, trying to divert his attention.

The book flipped through dozens of pages, but he couldn't read a single word. He put down the book in annoyance, but he saw a dagger wherever he looked.

The dagger was inlaid with gorgeous gems, making Meng Ying unable to take his eyes away.

As fate would have it, he picked up the dagger and slowly pulled it out. The cold light on the blade made him calm down instantly.

He rolled up his sleeves and gestured with the tip of the knife on his arm.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and the tip of the knife landed firmly on the white skin, it was cold and stinging a little.

He has always taken good care of his body, hair, nails, teeth and skin. He takes good care of them all.

He drew a steady stroke on his arm, and blood beads seeped out one after another along with the blade, forming a sharp contrast with the skin color.

Compared with the stinging sensation of the wound, Meng Ying felt that his heart hurt more. The helpless humiliation seemed to spread from his heart to his nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Meng Ying continued to drop the knife, probably because his body was instinctively afraid of pain, and his hand holding the knife began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth and struck again, this time with more force, and hot blood began to flow.

Meng Ying's whole body was tense and trembling, her lips that were a little black and blue from the cold were trembling constantly, and her eyes were filled with tears as she struggled to hold on in the firelight.

But the strength in his hand did not loosen at all. He struggled between desire and reason, and finally resolutely carved a big word "stop" on his arm.

After finishing the last stroke, Meng Ying suddenly threw the dagger in her hand. The dagger fell to the ground with a snap, and a few drops of blood splashed on the plain white skirt.

Meng Ying's tangled emotions suddenly stopped at this moment, and the expression on her face instantly turned cold.

He held up his sleeves and gently wiped away the sweat on his forehead and his slightly moist eyes, then walked to the table numbly and spread out the notebook, as if nothing had happened.

In this way, he stayed at his desk all night, with only candlelight for company.

*

Bai Zhi didn't know how she returned to the palace. When she woke up, she didn't remember her drunken madness at all, only her choice.

She wants to be that falcon that flies into the wilderness.

Fortunately, Meng Ying also moved away, saving a lot of trouble.

She wanted to ask Meng Ying what the arrangements were, but she stopped in the bamboo forest.

She dared not see him.

She knew very well that she couldn't really say she didn't love him, and if she saw him, she felt that she would jump directly towards him, throw herself into his arms and act coquettishly.

Forget it, she ran away from the bamboo forest in despair.

She wrote all her questions on paper and sent it away. It didn't take long to get his detailed reply.

He said that he would send her away in the spring, and also listed some safe and politically clear places for her to choose. The affairs of the palace were handed over to the stewards bit by bit.

She can take away all the property promised to Bai Zhi, even the people she likes, but A Luo cannot. All the money Bai Zhi earns belongs to her.

Bai Zhi carefully calculated that she could spend the rest of her life without worrying about food and clothing. She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but she muttered in a funny way, "It's good. It's a net profit. You can do whatever you want in the future..."

Lihua looked on, feeling very uncomfortable. She didn't understand, so she asked: "Is your Majesty really willing to give up?"

"Why don't you want to give it up! This wealth is something that others will never get in their lifetime!" Bai Zhi responded to her with a smile.

"But don't you enjoy endless glory and wealth in the palace? Why do you have to leave? I look at the prince and he is really good to you." The more Lihua thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved.

"It's good that the prince is good to me, and I really like the prince. But life in this prince's palace is hard. If I follow him, I won't be able to act according to my wishes. I have to put him first in everything and put the overall situation first. You can only do thoughtful things, not what you want to do.”

Lihua pursed her lips in confusion, "When a woman gets married, shouldn't she put her husband's family first?"

Bai Zhi took Lihua's hand and smiled lightly, "You know I'm not from this world. In our world, women hold up half the sky! I think that's right, so I don't want to change. Even if I love him, I can't give up what I insist on for him. Otherwise, when our love is exhausted by these disagreements, what will be left between us? We just hate each other."

Lihua was stunned after hearing this, and then sighed, "But it seems that the prince will not let you do these things you don't like! The prince knows that you don't like killing, and he didn't let you know many things. The one before Butler Liu, as well as Liu Er, the prince all dealt with them quietly, not letting others tell you..."

Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "That's even worse! My energy is too small, and if I stay here, I will only be devoured by him. If only he and I could be more evenly matched, maybe I wouldn't be so sorry..."

Lihua couldn't persuade her no matter how hard she tried, so she had to give up.

Since then, Bai Zhi has never looked for Meng Ying again, and Meng Ying has never appeared in front of her again.

This palace was like two strangers living in it. The servants were all very surprised and spread rumors that the princess had fallen out of favor.

Whenever Lihua asked Bai Zhi if she wanted to stay, she would smile calmly, as if she didn't care at all.

Bai Zhi didn't care about the comments of the servants in the palace, she just focused on doing what she could do.

But sometimes, when no one was around, she would walk around in the bamboo forest intentionally or unintentionally, and then feel sad.