The moment You Tingrong saw his old friend, unbearable memories quickly came to his mind.

In her previous life, she had been in the palace for twelve years. She had suffered a lot because of Shan Yunxin's favor, but she was willing to do it for the man she loved. Thinking that in the harem, although the two of them did not have the status of husband and wife, they could still be in his heart.

My wife, that's enough.

Unexpectedly, when they finally survived the fall of the queen family, they did not wait until they had promised to grow old together.

Chi Qinghuan, an originally inconspicuous talent, passed her by and became a noble concubine, adopting You Tingrong's five-year-old son Yi'an.

You Tingrong remembered that she knelt in front of Shan Yunxin and begged hard. Shan Yunxin only got a word from Shan Yunxin that she was not worthy, and said that the imperial concubine had both ability and political integrity and was worthy of the lower position. Yi'an was honored to have the imperial concubine to take care of her. She thought

The "couple relationship" is a complete joke.

Only then did she realize: It turns out that love is fake, and love is also fake. She is just a stepping stone in other people's love, an obstacle that needs to be cleared...

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A pleasant female voice rang in her ears, "The young lady is extremely talented and charming. It was Qing Huan who disturbed you." Perhaps it was because You Tingrong's expression was too ugly, so Chi Qinghuan took the initiative to explain.

Chi Qinghuan was in her prime at the age of seventeen at this time. Even though she had kept everything simple because of worshiping Buddha, she still showed a noble demeanor, with a pair of peach blossom eyes twinkling and teasing. Her brother was already twenty-two years old, and he was extremely talented.

, but the relationship has never been enlightened, and I didn’t expect to meet the destined person in a Buddhist temple.

In order to lighten the atmosphere, Chi Qinghuan naturally pulled Shan Yunxin's sleeve beside him, "Brother Xin, I don't know who is better, you or this lady?"

Shan Yunxin was tall and frowned. His deep eyes looked at the pair of people in front of him indifferently. The tight corners of his mouth showed his displeasure. He did not know how long he had been looking at them.

"I don't know Miss's name." Shan Yunxin's voice was low and powerful.

Her voice, appearance and appearance are the same as the beauty in the dream. With just one glance, all the warmth and sweetness in the dream emerge. This is the concubine in the dream.

You Tingrong quietly hid her trembling hands in her sleeves, fluttering her eyelashes like a frightened butterfly, and quickly glanced at Shan Yunxin.

"No more words, little lady, go ahead." His voice was low and inaudible, and he left in a panic without waiting for anyone to answer.

Shan Yunxin turned around and watched her walking faster and faster, her skirt fluttering, outlining her charming figure, and the spring breeze blowing in front of her was filled with the sweet fragrance of a girl.

Chi Qinghuan was thoughtful and asked in a low voice: "Brother Xin has seen this young lady?"

Shan Yunxin did not look at her, but looked at her friend Chi Qinglang meaningfully: "It's a one-time relationship." This is his woman, his pillow person, and his son's mother.

Chi Qinglang's originally full-hearted admiration fell silent at this glance. This one-time relationship was probably the first choice in the draft.

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You Tingrong was so distraught that she didn't know where her and her mother's wing were, and she just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Fortunately, I met a young novice monk. Seeing her pale face, he led her to the room.

You Tingrong was supported by Qing Ding and managed to calm down, "There are so many noble people here today, but is there any reason for that?"

The little novice monk nodded, "Today the great host, Master An Yin, will interpret the lot. It is a rare opportunity."

You Tingrong thanked her softly and entered the small side room with a soft body.

"Why does the lady look so ugly?"

Qingding wanted to get up and pour a cup of hot tea for You Tingrong, but the lady held him tightly, "Don't go, Qingding, don't go out!"

Qingmachi quickly hugged the young lady and said, "Miss, don't be afraid. It's okay. Qingmachi will stay with the young lady." She is five years older than You Tingrong and grew up with the young lady. Mrs. You is not in good health. Qingmachi treats the young lady very well.

Everything was taken care of, and the two of them had a deep relationship.

You Tingrong felt the warm body temperature of Qingding and slowly relaxed.

She still remembered that in the cold Changle Palace, Aomachi was pulled by his hair, right under her eyes, the hot blood from the aorta in his neck spurted out, and the fishy hot liquid splashed on her face.

Fortunately, with the blessing of Buddha, they all came back to life, and Aomachi was alive in front of her eyes.

Seeing that her expression softened, Aomachi said with a smile: "Miss, it's hard for me to come to the Inspiration Temple. Why don't I accompany you to ask for a fortune and count your chances of getting married?"

You Tingrong didn't dare to go out, and didn't want Qingding to worry, "You go and ask for one, and take a look at where your mother is. I'll copy the scriptures for a while."

Noticing Aomachi's worried eyes, he curved his lips and smiled, "Don't worry, I was just startled by the rat that came out. I heard that the wishing tree at Gengxin Temple is very effective. Please help me get a red cloth for prayer."

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After Aomachi left, You Tingrong lit the soothing incense in the side room, laid out his pen and ink, and took up the pen to copy the scriptures. His mind calmed down, and time passed quickly. Unknowingly, the sun set in the west and the light in the room dimmed.

It's strange, why Aomachi and his mother haven't come back yet?

You Tingrong rubbed his eyes, struck a match, and lit the candlestick.

"Dong dong dong"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and You Tingrong was so startled that the burnt match in his hand burned his fingertips, and he quickly threw his hand away.

Seeing the candles in the room light up, the person outside the door raised his voice and said, "Is it Miss You? Mrs. You is waiting for you to hang the red silk at the blessing tree!"

You Tingrong sneered. It was because she was too nervous. Shan Yunxin didn't know her at all. She had never met them before. In this life, she would never have any interactions with them again.

You Tingrong washed her hands and followed the little novice to the backyard. She was silent all the way. The light became darker as she entered the bushes, and there was a little novice holding a lantern in her hand. "Female donor, watch your step."

Soon, the towering ginkgo tree came into view, with a golden color. It is said that this is a thousand-year-old sacred tree. Around it, eight osmanthus trees were planted. Each tree was surrounded by three people, and the branches were covered with bright yellow flowers.

The bright red prayer card swayed in the wind, contrasting with the golden color.

The young monk handed the lantern in his hand to You Tingrong, "Young monk, please leave now."

You Tingrong held the lantern alone and walked along the gravel path to the flat ground in the middle.

There was no one in front of me, except for two rows of bronze shelves with red silk hanging on them. There were pens and ink on the table beside it, and the believers made their own wishes.

Walking further under the tree, as the area illuminated by the candle in his hand became larger and larger, Shan Yunxin's strong and tall figure appeared in sight, and his handsome face was half hidden in the shadow.

You Tingrong held her breath, her fingers turning white as she held the handle, and she turned around calmly.

After only taking two steps back, a figure of a guard with a knife appeared at the end of the path. A closer look revealed that the central venue was already tightly surrounded.

You Tingrong could only turn a blind eye and quickened his pace to go back to the wing.

"Miss, why don't you make a wish first before leaving?" A deep and steady voice came from behind, but it sent a chill down You Tingrong's back.

You Tingrong's voice was tight and she refused to raise her head, "Men and women are not allowed to kiss each other. The little girl will come back later."

The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. You Tingrong looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The hair all over her body was standing up. Fear and heartache were intertwined. She used to love this man so much, but now she could only try to restrain herself from thinking.

The urge to run away.

Until Shan Yunxin stood still behind her, "Miss Cai and Mr. Chi had a very happy conversation just now. Why can't you avoid me when you see me?" Shan Yunxin's tall body firmly blocked her way, leaning forward slightly,
Chapter completed!