Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

After a few autumn rains, the weather can't wait to get colder.

Although Shen Qingwei was suspected of revenge, Zhao Xingyue's body did get better day by day under her care.

Or at least it wasn't getting worse.

The relationship between her and Shen Qingwei was neither salty nor cold, neither hot nor cold. Shen Qingwei deliberately kept a distance, and she did not deliberately get close.

The kiss that day was tacitly forgotten by the two of them.

Shen Qingwei looked at Zhao Xingyue from the corner of her eye without any trace. She had become very familiar with this matter since she moved into this study, and she was able to observe Zhao Xingyue without letting Her Royal Highness the keen Princess find out.

Zhao Xingyue was reading a letter, a letter delivered fifteen minutes ago.

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

She had never seen anything that made Zhao Xingyue so distracted.

Zhao Xingyue was indeed distracted, but not because of the letter, but because of Shen Qingwei.

What happened that night can be regarded as non-existent if it is not mentioned.

She thought a lot about whether Shen Qingwei liked her or not.

To be honest, being sentimental 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, she has always followed this principle.

But this time, she flinched.

That night, she quickly came to her senses. Shen Qingwei's vomiting was because she mistook her as a substitute for her mother and felt sick, not because she hated her kiss.

If she was really disgusted, she should have been pushed away in the first place instead of being pampered.

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

She wanted Shen Qingwei.

Even if it is her task object, changing the fate and being with her is also a change.

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

Shen Qingwei doesn't have 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, and she will go back to the track she shouldn't have.

Zhao Xingyue couldn't help but think of what Fu Jun said in her ear last night.

"Ah Yue, I'm very happy that you have someone you love, but you can't interfere too much with Shen Qingwei's fate. This time, you borrowed the hand of the emperor, and with the emperor's order in front, you didn't cause too much trouble. But... you think about the tasks you have completed before."

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

In the previous world, there were two connected worlds, and she ended her life prematurely because of the counterattack of evil spirits, so what about this world?

Fate is fixed, and if she wants to change artificially, she must pay a price, even if she is bringing the off-track fate back to the right path.

She did take a shortcut in this world.

In a world, the Son of Heaven is the person with the most stable fate and the easiest to influence the fate of others in this world. She borrowed the power of the Son of Heaven to directly cut off the link between the Shen family and Shen Qingwei. Although Shen Qingwei contributed a part of it, she said In the end, she arranged all of this. After all, even according to the original fate, Shen Qingwei and the Shen family would have to entangle for several years before they could completely get rid of the relationship.

"Your Highness?" Shen Qingwei's cold voice brought back Zhao Xingyue's sanity. She raised her eyes to Shen Qingwei in confusion. He couldn't see it anymore, but Zhao Xingyue easily caught the fleeting concern in his indifferent eyes.

She withdrew her gaze and set her sights on the letter paper in front of her again. The flower paper made with a special method could vaguely see the cyan leaf veins, and a faint scent of grass and leaves could be heard.

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

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

……

Dingguo Temple is on Bailong Mountain outside the capital.

Three days later, the weather will be fine. The autumn wind is still bleak, but it is a rare sunny day.

"Master Linghui predicts that it will be a good day."

Shen Qingwei heard Zhao Xingyue whisper when she went out.

Bailong Mountain has beautiful scenery. Dingguo Temple is the national temple in Daqing. There is a special road for going up the mountain. Horse-drawn carriages can also directly reach the temple on the mountainside, but it is a bit bumpy. When most dignitaries go to the temple to burn incense, Will choose a more comfortable sedan chair.

But Zhao Xingyue was still in the carriage.

The car was going very slowly and bumpy, and it wobbled all afternoon before stopping.

"Your Highness, here we are."

Shen Qingwei opened the car door first, and jumped out of the car with the support of the servants.

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

A little novice was waiting outside.

Seeing that Zhao Xingyue got off the carriage, he hurried over, performed a Buddhist ceremony, and said, "Master Linghui is waiting inside, benefactor, please follow me."

Shen Qingwei was somewhat curious about Monk Linghui.

This is a legendary figure. It is said that he has lived for more than 200 years. From the founding of Daqing to the present, he has always looked the same and has never changed.

In the capital, not many people mentioned Monk Linghui, but as the director of the Supervision Department, she knew something that others didn't.

For example, Monk Linghui can predict destiny and know many things that ordinary people don't know. It's a pity that he roams around all the year round and has a weird temper.

His last fortune-telling was 20 years ago.

It is said that it is the current emperor.

She got this news from the emperor. It is said that Zhao Xingyue got the approval. Monk Linghui calculated his emperor's fate 20 years ago. Zhao Xingyue held the approval and told him over and over again. , you will live, you are the one who wants to be the emperor, you will definitely not die.

That approval letter was the hope for the siblings to survive the most difficult days. In fact, neither of them took it seriously. Zhao Xingchen, who was only ten years old, actually took the last advantage because of the infighting among his brothers.

So for Monk Linghui, the emperor was somewhat convinced.

Passing through the Chaoshou verandah, the two entered a courtyard. Under the linden tree that had lost all its leaves, a thin monk sat.

He looked about 30 years old, and his monk robe was washed white, with many patches on it. In front of him was a chessboard. It seemed that he had been playing chess for a while.

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

After just a short while, she found that the novice leading the way had performed a Buddha ceremony to Zhao Xingyue and her, and left quietly.

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

What? !He is Master Linghui? !

No matter what, Shen Qingwei couldn't match the monk in front of him who looked like he was only [-] years old with the kind-faced and white-haired master in his imagination.

"The little girl you brought seems to be quite surprised by me." Seeing Zhao Xingyue, Linghui said a Buddhist name with a faint smile on her face.

Being touched by the thoughts in her heart, Shen Qingwei's complexion did not change. After performing a Buddha ceremony with clasped hands to Linghui, she calmly said: "It's me."

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

"Master Shen, please wait for me outside."

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

"Your Highness, I am waiting for you outside."

The implication is that as long as you shout, she will appear in front of her.

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 talking could be heard.

Zhao Xingyue was waiting for Linghui to speak.

She didn't know what Linghui wanted for her, but in her memory, in the past 30 years, Linghui had told her fate twice and received two approvals.

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

One is when she was 20 years old——

Got news of death.

As an outsider, Zhao Xingyue had to admire Monk Linghui's ability to predict destiny. The last time he gave Yuanchen an approval document was at the moment when Yuanchen's fate was approaching.

Whether it's the number of days or the hour, it's exactly the same as recorded in the Underworld Fate Book.

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

The first sentence that Monk Linghui spoke made Zhao Xingyue's pupils shrink a little.

What he said, naturally cannot be the original body, if it is the original body, these words can be said 30 years before her arrival, not now.

Shen Qingwei moved her steps, leaned against the wall unconsciously, and vaguely caught the sound of conversation inside her ears.

"I once owed a kindness. In order to understand the cause and effect, I agreed to bring a sentence for someone."

"The destiny is fixed and cannot be changed. If you continue to be stubborn, you will only destroy yourself."

Zhao Xingyue sneered: "Ten years ago, even if it was my death, I am still sitting here."

Monk Linghui clasped his hands together: "Benefactor, this poor monk knows that you don't believe in destiny, but—"

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

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

But soon, she heard Zhao Xingyue's voice.

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