Rescue Little White Flower

After a few autumn rains, the weather became cold impatiently.

Although it is suspected that Shen Qingwei has revenge, Zhao Xingyue's body is indeed getting better under her care.

In other words, at least not getting worse.

The relationship between her and Shen Qingwei is neither salty nor weak, nor cold nor hot. Shen Qingwei deliberately kept a distance, and she did not deliberately approach it.

The kiss that day was forgotten behind them by the two people.

Shen Qingwei looked at Zhao Xingyue without a trace, this matter has been very familiar since she moved into this study, and she can observe Zhao Xingyue without letting the keen Royal Princess discover it.

Zhao Xingyue was reading a letter, a letter sent a quarter of an hour ago.

The letter paper was not thick, at least when Shen Qingwei saw Zhao Xingyue open the envelope, only a thin page was taken out, and with her eyesight, there were not many words written on it.

She had never seen anything that caused Zhao Xingyue to be so lost.

Zhao Xingyue is indeed wandering, but not because of faith, but because of Shen Qingwei.

What happened that night is not just as non-existent without mentioning it.

She thought a lot about whether Shen Qingwei liked herself.

To be honest, sentimentality is not one of Zhao Xingyue's styles. You have to get what you want. Whether it is the eldest princess of this world or herself, this principle has always been pursued.

But this time, she flinched.

That night, she quickly recovered. Shen Qingwei's vomiting was because she mistakenly thought she was a substitute for her mother and felt sick, not because she hated her kisses.

If she is really disgusted, she should be pushed away at the first time instead of being condoned.

She still remembered the eyes she saw that night, with raging anger burning in them, but they were incredibly beautiful, like gems in the fire, bright and charming.

She wanted Shen Qingwei.

No matter what her task is, changing the fate and staying with her is also a change.

She can give her glory and wealth, and can give her everything she wants.

Shen Qingwei doesn't need to earn it by herself, she can hold it in her hands.

No... if she intervenes too much, her fate will be the same as before, returning to the track it shouldn't be.

Zhao Xingyue couldn't help but remember what the Fujun said in her ear last night.

"Ayue, I'm very happy that you have someone you love, but Shen Qingwei's fate, you should not interfere too much. This time it was borrowed from the emperor's hand, with the emperor's fate before it, so that it did not cause too much curse. But... you think about the tasks you completed before."

Although the memory after completing the task was taken away every time, Zhao Xingyue was able to recall the process of the task through the book of the task record.

In the previous world, there were two connected worlds, and she ended her life early because of the counterattack of evil spirits. What about this world?

The fate is fixed, and if you want to change it artificially, you have to pay a price, even if she is to bring the deviated fate back to the right path.

She indeed took a shortcut in this world.

In a world, the emperor is the person with the most stable life count and the easiest to influence the lives of others. With the help of the emperor, she directly cut off the link between the Shen family and Shen Qingwei. Although Shen Qingwei played a part in it, she said In the end, all this was arranged by her. After all, even according to the original fate, Shen Qingwei and the Shen family would have to entangle for several years to completely clear the relationship.

"His Royal Highness?" Shen Qingwei's cold voice recalled Zhao Xingyue's sanity. She was a little confused and raised her eyes to look at Shen Qingwei. The latter still didn't have much expression on her face, at least when she was shy and shy when she was studying in the princess mansion. I couldn't see it, but Zhao Xingyue easily caught the flash of concern in his indifferent eyes.

She retracted her gaze, and set her gaze again on the letter paper in front of her. The flower paper made with a special method could faintly see the green veins, and a faint fragrance of vegetation and leaves came.

"Master Linghui is back, please accompany me to Dingguo Temple in three days."

Surprise flashed in Shen Qingwei's eyes, "Yes."

…

Dingguo Temple is on the Bailong Mountain outside the capital.

Three days later, the weather was fine, and the autumn wind was still bleak, but it was a rare sunny day.

"Master Linghui's calculation is a good day."

Shen Qingwei heard Zhao Xingyue whisper when she went out.

The scenery of Bailong Mountain is beautiful. Dingguo Temple is the national temple of Daqing. There are special roads for climbing up the mountain. Horse-drawn carriages can also directly reach the temple on the mountainside. It is a bit bumpy. When most of the nobles go to the temple to burn incense, Will choose a more comfortable sedan chair.

However, Zhao Xingyue still sat in the carriage.

The car went very slow and bumpy, and it swayed for an afternoon before it stopped.

"His Royal Highness, here it is."

Shen Qingwei opened the car door first, and with the help of her servant, she jumped out of the car.

What appeared in front of her was not the magnificent main entrance of Dingguo Temple, but a side door, which opened on the tall red wall of Dingguo Temple and looked very inconspicuous.

A little novice was waiting outside.

Seeing that Zhao Xingyue got out of the carriage, he walked hurriedly and said, "Master Linghui is waiting inside. Please come with me, the donor."

Shen Qingwei was somewhat curious about Monk Linghui.

This is a legend. It is said that he has lived for more than two hundred years. Since the founding of Daqing, he has always looked like he has never changed.

In Beijing, not many people mentioned Monk Linghui, but as the Director of the Supervision Department, she knew something that others did not know.

For example, Monk Linghui can predict the destiny and know many things that ordinary people don't know, but it is a pity that he travels abroad all the year round, and has a strange temper. He has set many rules, such as seeing only one person in a year, and only counting his fate once in ten years.

The last time he told a fortune, it was already twenty years ago.

It is said that it is the current emperor.

She knew the news from the emperor. It is said that it was the approval letter obtained by Zhao Xingyue. Monk Linghui calculated his emperor's fate twenty years ago. Zhao Xingyue held the approval letter and held the young child back then and told it over and over again. He, you will live, you are the one who wants to be emperor, you will definitely not die.

That approval letter was the hope for the brothers and sisters to live in the most difficult days. In fact, neither of them took it seriously. After all, at the most severe stage of the struggle, when people were constantly dying in the palace, no one thought about it. Zhao Xingchen, who was only ten years old, would have picked up the last bargain because of the infighting of his elder brothers.

So for the monk Linghui, the emperor was somewhat convinced.

Across the chaoshou veranda, the two entered a courtyard. Under the linden tree with all the leaves gone, sat a thin monk.

He looked like he was about thirty years old. A monk's robe was washed white and there were many patches on it. In front of him, there was a chess board. It seemed that he had been playing chess for a while.

Shen Qingwei's gaze fell on him, stayed for a while, and then quickly moved away.

After just a while, she found that the novice who led the way had given Zhao Xingyue and her a Buddhist ceremony, and left quietly.

Zhao Xingyue folded her hands together and replied "Amitabha Buddha", then turned to look at the thin monk, "Master Linghui, long time no see."

What? ! He is Master Linghui? !

Shen Qingwei couldn't match the monk who looked like he was not standing in front of him with the kind, white-haired master in his imagination.

"The little girl you brought seems to be surprised at me." Seeing Zhao Xingyue, Linghui said a Buddha's name with a faint smile on her face.

Being touched through what she thought in her heart, Shen Qingwei's expression remained unchanged, and after putting her hands together in a Buddhist ceremony, she calmly said: "It's me who took the picture."

Zhao Xingyue motioned to Shen Qingwei to push herself over, Linghui's eyes fell on her lap for a moment, but then quickly left.

"Master Shen, please wait for me outside."

Shen Qingwei looked at Zhao Xingyue, hesitated for a moment, and said yes.

"His Royal Highness, the minister is waiting for you outside."

The implication is that she will appear in front of her as long as she shouts.

Saying goodbye politely, Shen Qingwei stepped out of the courtyard and leaned against the courtyard wall. This place is not very far from the center of the courtyard, and the voices of the two people talking, if there is nothing like nothing.

Zhao Xingyue was waiting for Linghui to speak.

She didn't know what Linghui was looking for, but in her memory, in the past thirty years, Linghui had fortuned her two lives and lost two approvals.

One is when she was ten years old, she got the approval letter that Zhao Xingchen would ascend the throne as emperor.

One was when she was twenty years old—

News of the death received.

As an outsider, Zhao Xingyue had to admire the monk Linghui's ability to calculate fate. The last time he gave the original body's approval was the moment when the original body's fate was approaching.

Regardless of the number of days or the hour, they are exactly the same as those recorded in the fate book.

"I waited for more than two hundred years before you arrived."

The first sentence that Monk Linghui said, Zhao Xingyue's pupils shrank a little.

What he said, naturally cannot be the original body, if it is the original body, this can be said thirty years before her arrival, not now.

Shen Qingwei moved her steps and leaned against the wall unconsciously, vaguely catching the conversation inside.

"I once owed a kindness, in order to understand the cause and effect, so I promised to help people bring a sentence."

"The destiny has been set and cannot be changed. If you continue to cling to it, you will only ruin yourself."

Zhao Xingyue sneered: "Even if you had reached my death date ten years ago, I am still sitting here now."

Monk Linghui folded his hands together: "The donor, the poor monk knows that you don't believe in fate, but—"

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

The voice inside was too small, and Shen Qingwei couldn't hear it clearly, and only vaguely caught a few words.

But soon, she heard Zhao Xingyue's voice.

"The sea of ​​bitterness has no boundaries, where is the shore."