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

There were hurried footsteps coming from the corridor outside the house, and Bai Zhi didn't want to get involved in this trouble.

In the dark and narrow space, Meng Ying circled her from behind, and she moved forward uncomfortably.

Then he whispered angrily, "You didn't let Yan Qi die a few days ago, and now you kill him again. You are so sick!"

"A few days ago...it was because..." Meng Ying still wanted to explain.

"Stop explaining! It's just a last resort situation! No one has ever considered Songxue's feelings!" Bai Zhi blamed him.

Meng Ying felt depressed, "Well...I'm sorry...Salan can't care..."

"Stop explaining! I know you're an outsider! The life and death of others has never been any of your business!"

Meng Ying felt a little ashamed when she said that, "Well, it's..."

"Don't say anything! It's so annoying! Then now you kill him again, why don't you care about the overall situation at this moment!"

Meng Ying raised her eyes, with hidden anger. What he couldn't tolerate was for Yan Qi to attack Bai Zhi!

He is indeed an outsider, so he can sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers. But if the person who was hurt was someone close to him, it would be difficult for him to stay calm. In this case, Lin Ling even let Yan Qi go, which made Meng Ying awe-inspiring.

There was suddenly no sound behind her, which made Bai Zhi dissatisfied. She snorted and struggled.

Meng Ying came back to her senses and tightened the arms around her waist, "Just think of a way..."

Nothing Meng Ying said could calm Bai Zhi's anger, and she still squirmed restlessly in his arms to show her resistance.

There was a stabbing pain in her shoulder. It seemed that it was scratched when Yan Qi dragged her to the ground. Bai Zhi shrugged and shook off Meng Ying's robe.

Meng Ying couldn't see how ragged her clothes were, so she put them back on her clothes.

"It's so annoying! It hurts!" Bai Zhi was very dissatisfied with his move and shook him again.

"Injured?" Meng Ying was surprised.

"No!" Bai Zhi said harshly, her back shoulder hurt a little, she stretched out her hand to touch the wound and hissed unconsciously.

Bai Zhi is wearing an opaque gauze dress, which is the fabric that people in Qiongzhou wear every day in summer. The wooden thorns penetrate through the clothes and are embedded into the flesh of Bai Zhi's back shoulders. The tiny wooden thorns cannot be touched and have no shape, but they often rub against the clothes. It will be fiddled with, and it will hurt so much that it scratches the heart and lungs.

Seeing this, Meng Ying took off the clothes on Bai Zhi's shoulders and said, "Salan, take a look."

Bai Zhi awkwardly turned her shoulders and tilted her body. She just didn't want Meng Ying to see it!

Meng Ying sighed helplessly, a stubborn one!

"Don't move!" Meng Ying became a little tougher, straightened her shoulders, and took off her clothes from her left shoulder.

There were abrasions on the back shoulder, some were broken, and some became red and swollen. Meng Ying raised her hand and touched it, which made Bai Zhi hiss in pain.

"Don't touch it! There is a thorn there!" Bai Zhi felt hurt and angry.

"I'll help you get it."

Meng Ying held her breath and carefully looked through the dim light. It took a lot of effort to see a tiny wooden thorn, but his nails had just been trimmed, and they couldn't be twisted or squeezed out. This made Meng Ying frown. He frowned.

After the clothes were lifted off her shoulders, there was no friction and no pain at all. Bai Zhi said, "Forget it, it doesn't hurt even if you don't touch it..."

Before he finished speaking, a hot breath sprayed on the back of his shoulder, followed immediately by a warm and slippery touch, with a slight sting, which made Bai Zhi tremble and shrink his neck.

Meng Ying licked her shoulder gently, looking for the wooden thorn.

Bai Zhi was a little hurt and a little frightened, and then she realized that she wanted to dodge.

Just as he struggled to escape, the door to the outside room was slammed open, and a chaotic sound of footsteps echoed back and forth outside.

I don't know whether it was because of the footsteps outside or because of Meng Ying's overstepping movements. Bai Zhi was inexplicably nervous and her heart was beating fast. She was intertwined with Meng Ying's skirt, and she was holding it very tightly.

Meng Ying was still licking the back shoulder. She didn't dare to make a sound or move. She just unconsciously buckled her shoulders forward, and her collarbone was dug into a deep groove.

Wooden thorns that cannot be clamped with fingers can be easily found by the tongue, and then picked out accurately by the teeth.

The soft tongue left, the footsteps outside gradually moved away, and Bai Zhi's heart, which had been beating randomly, calmed down a little.

Bai Zhi asked softly, "Can you leave?"

She suddenly mentioned leaving, and Meng Ying's breath was suffocated. The panic that she knew she would lose, but didn't know when, and just wanted to beg her to leave later, took over Meng Ying's brain for a moment.

He squeezed out a few words from his throat, "We haven't gone far yet..."

He said that the people outside have not gone far yet, and they will leave later, wait a little longer...

Bai Zhi didn't talk to him, just waited quietly, waiting for him to "go away".

Waiting, waiting, drowsy, this familiar smell always makes her sleepy.

Just fell asleep.

Her even and long breathing made Meng Ying breathe a sigh of relief.

He held her almost greedily, enjoying the fragrance of her hair, her body temperature, and the brief contact with her skin.

Meng Ying could not help but think of the night before she left that year. The ambiguous memories of lips and teeth intertwined and skin touching seemed to ignite him.

The heart is burning, the love is burning, the lips are burning, the fingertips are burning, love and desire are all hot and burning.

Meng Ying's Adam's apple rolled and she struggled to maintain this posture.

He felt a little funny. He seemed to think too highly of himself and underestimated Bai Zhi.

*

When Bai Zhi woke up again, she was already at home.

The smell of medicinal wine from a bruise wafted over her body, and Lihua rolled something like a ball back and forth on her body.

Bai Zhi felt disappointed, "Who sent me back?"

"It was Guard Feng who went to pick you up." Lihua said.

Bai Zhi looked around again, but found nothing.

When he was disappointed, he suddenly discovered that Meng Ying's coat was hanging on the screen.

I couldn't help but feel happy and wanted to cry.

How should we put this uncontrollable emotion to rest?

It was impossible for her to give up everything she was doing now, which she had earned with great difficulty. But if he returns to Chenjing, he will be a useless person without power.

Meng Ying will never give up on his great cause. He was born as a member of the royal family, and he must die for the royal family.

They have no chance of being together!

Transportation is inconvenient and communication is difficult. You can't be a lifelong pen pal, meet once or twice a year, and have someone protect you and remain the only one you love.

It's so hard!

What's more, she doesn't know if Meng Ying still loves her!

Bai Zhi let out a long sigh.

Lihua knew what was going on when she saw the style of the clothes, and also knew what her young lady was sighing, so she joked, "Miss, stop talking, I've been sighing all night!"

Bai Zhi calmed down her emotions, "If you don't want to sigh, don't sigh! Where is Wu Yong?"

"It should be on the flower boat now."

*

On the flower boat, after Wu Yong helped Bai Zhi finish her work, he was invited to another boat by the mysterious man.

Meng Ying looked at the bright moon outside the window, feeling worried.

When Wu Yong saw the person, he bowed respectfully and went straight to the point, "His Royal Highness Prince Ning invited Wu Yong to admire the moon, right?"

Meng Ying came back to her senses and put on a faint smile, "Young Master Wu, there is no need to be formal. Please sit down."

Wu Yong was inexplicably nervous and did not dare to pick up the teacup and drink tea.

"I know that Mr. Wu is a cheerful person, so there is no need to say more. Yan Qi is dead, and the family that has been in the family for decades has become leaderless overnight." Meng Ying said calmly.

Wu Yong was a little unsure of what he meant and asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, you are looking for me because you want me to go to the Yan family to get a share of the pie for you, Your Majesty?"

"No." Meng Ying chuckled, her eyes dim and unclear, "It's not for me, and it's not just for a share of the pie."