After Wuchen subdued all the men in black, Zhen Shan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and walked out, dragging his two legs that were limp due to excessive fright.

"Master Wuchen."

A middle-aged man with an elegant and official look, he must be the owner of the motorcade. Zheng Zhili is very grateful to Wuchen for saving his life.

Wuchen clasped his hands together and politely sighed the Buddha's name, but when he heard the woman's elegant and soft voice, he immediately turned around.

The girl was dressed in a monk's robe, so slender and soft that it was pitiful. Her bright phoenix eyes were filled with concern for him, and in an instant, she disturbed anyone's peaceful heart.

"ah!"

When the girl saw him turning back, she smiled sweetly, but she seemed to have focused her attention on him and did not notice the stone under her feet and tripped.

Seeing the girl about to fall to the ground...

"careful."

Wuchen's expression changed, and his body moved faster than his thoughts, tiptoeing like a gust of wind, rushing in front of the girl and catching her steadily.

The monk's hat fell to the ground due to too much movement, and his black hair spread out!

What kind of cute little novice monk is this? He is clearly the stunningly beautiful Jiao'e.

The surroundings were extremely silent, and everyone stared with wide eyes at the seemingly beautiful but somewhat wrong scene in front of them.

Ah no, this is very wrong!

Holy and clear, like a Buddhist monk on a lotus platform, holding a stunning beauty...

This, this, this... how would Buddha feel when he saw it?

Zhen Shan leaned against Wuchen's warm chest, her pretty face flushed by the quiet sandalwood. She steadied her steps and took the initiative to withdraw from his embrace.

"Wuchen, I'm sorry, I was too careless."

The girl seemed to be very ashamed because she could fall down even while walking.

Wuchen tried his best to ignore the impact of the soft and fragrant woman's body on him, and smiled lightly, "It's okay."

"Um."

Zhen Shan responded softly, turned sideways and looked behind him, and saw those people staring at them.

Her face turned pale slightly, and she shrank away from Wuchen in fear.

Wuchen frowned slightly and unconsciously protected her behind him. He turned around and nodded slightly to the elegant middle-aged man. He bent down to help Zhen Shan pick up the monk's hat, handed it to her, and left directly with her.

He didn't explain anything!

Wuchen has always been open-minded and honest, even if he has a stunning woman by his side, he doesn't feel anything is wrong.

In other words, Wuchen felt in his heart that the love between him and Zhen Shan was pure and innocent, and he could not speculate with such unbearable thoughts.

Naturally, he never cares what others think.

Zhen Shan took the monk's hat, bit his lip, glanced at the motorcade, there seemed to be hesitation on his face, but in the end he didn't say anything and followed Wuchen away.

Of course, the empress did not ignore that probing and jealous look.

And a woman’s jealousy cannot be underestimated.

…

"Wuchen, will they misunderstand you?"

After walking for a while, Zhen Shan said uneasily.

"Misunderstanding?" Wuchen stopped and looked at Zhen Shan in confusion.

"Well," Zhen Shan pursed his lips guiltily, "It's my fault, I accidentally dropped my monk's hat..."

Only then did Wuchen understand what Zhen Shan meant, his eyebrows were calm and he said, "It's okay, those who are clean will be clean by themselves."

Zhen Shan's eyes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes, "I don't care, I'm just afraid of ruining Wuchen's reputation."

No matter how quickly she concealed it, Wuchen still noticed that she seemed a little unhappy, but now he didn't think too much, thinking that she was worried about his reputation, and his eyes felt warmer.

"Monks have all four elements and should not be bound by their external names."

"That's right," Zhen Shan smiled lightly.

"It's getting late, let's get on our way."

"Um."

…

After returning to the Guo Temple, the next day, Zhen Shan still went to the lotus pond in the back mountain to wait for Wu Chen.

Yesterday, the little monk said that he should take advantage of the cold winter to find more herbs.

Of course she wanted to accompany him.

However, Zhen Shan stood there for a long time, and when Wu Chenhui appeared, he hadn't come yet.

The empress is a little strange. The young monk has always been very punctual in his work and rest. In the few months we have been with him, he has never been a minute late in doing anything.

Why today?

Zhen Shan walked up to the Wuchen Zen Temple.

Previously, although she had met Wuchen either up the mountain to collect medicine or in a pharmacy, she had been to his Zen monastery several times and was no stranger to him.

At this time, many novice monks were doing morning prayers, and the Wuchen Zen Temple seemed to be too quiet.

Zhen Shan stood silent outside the arch, then lifted up her skirt and walked in.

Winter has arrived, and the grass and trees in his yard have withered, but the plum trees in the east have been pruned extremely well, and there are already some small flower buds on them, just waiting to bloom beautifully in the heavy snow.

I remember that before he came back, Wuchen once told her about the plum blossoms in his yard, and even invited her to enjoy the plum blossoms, drink tea and discuss Buddhism with him when the plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Unexpectedly, the young monk took this matter seriously and pruned the plum tree so well as soon as he came back.

Zhen Shan raised her eyebrows slightly. The young monk probably didn't realize that he was paying more and more attention to her.

After all, nearly half of the red color of the Crystal Heart is not useless.

Thinking like this, the empress approached his meditation room in a good mood.

As soon as I walked in, I heard the sound of arguing inside, or maybe it was just a person talking alone, but the voice was very unwilling and resentful.

Such emotions should not appear in the quiet and peaceful Buddhist land surrounded by sandalwood.

But Zhen Shan was slightly surprised that she was no stranger to the voice!

"Your Highness, do you really want to be a monk in this temple for the rest of your life?"

"Master, you have forgotten that my disciple is Wuchen, not some young highness!" Wuchen's voice was ethereal, without sadness or joy.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I brought you to this national temple to avoid disaster, but I never thought..."

"Amitabha, Master, now that we have become monks, we should stop all worldly affairs in this world. Why should we dwell on the past anymore?"

"Could it be that Your Highness is willing to have your throne stolen by a thief? The thief's mother is the enemy who killed your parents and grandfather!"

"The cycle of cause and effect, the evil they did will be punished by Hell in the future, God is fair, why should we continue to commit murder and increase our sins?"

"Your Highness, how can you say such a thing? How can you ask His Highness the Crown Prince and the others to rest in peace under such circumstances?"

The man didn't seem to believe that Wuchen could say such words that seemed to be insightful but actually unintentional, making him angry and heartbroken.

"Good deeds are rewarded with good deeds. I believe they have reached the ultimate bliss. Master, why have you not let go after so many years?"

Wuchen sighed softly and chanted the Buddha's name, but was not disturbed by the man's anger.

"His Highness has treated me with great kindness. If I cannot avenge him, my subordinates will never have peace in their lives, and they will not be able to see the Lord after his death!"

"Amitabha," Wuchen sighed, but he seemed to have become accustomed to the other party's stubbornness, and no longer persuaded or responded to his words.
Chapter completed!