Chapter 2228:

Chapter 2228
"Why can't you be fooling? My father spoils me the most, do you know who my father is? My father is the prime minister, the most favored official by the emperor, as long as I speak, he has to pick me up the stars in the sky Come down!"
The girl was stubborn, but she still had a conscience. She even saw the bleeding wounds on Wuyong's forehead, so she quickly asked her maid to bring the good gold sore medicine to him.
In today’s close relationship, Wuyong closed his eyes tightly throughout the whole process, moved the beads, and kept meditating: "The Bodhisattva of Comprehension-Freedom, who walks deep in Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees the five aggregates in emptiness, and saves all suffering. The relics are the same. Emptiness, emptiness does not differ in color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and perception is the same.
"Monk, I like you, I want to keep you by my side."
The sound of Wuyong chanting stopped abruptly, and he did not respond, but his cheeks and ears were flushed unnaturally.
"Speak!" Xue Yuan boldly reached out and touched Wuyong's head of the monk who had burned the ring scar. "Mute?"
"Xueyuan female benefactor, if the poor monk cannot return to the Huguo Temple before dawn and is found missing, then the Huguo Temple will send someone to the palace to report, and the emperor will be alarmed at that time, and the female donor will harm the prime minister’s mansion. Advise female donors not to be foolish and let the poor monks leave."
Dream.
Xueyuan insisted on going his own way, just like Wuyong said. After Huguo Temple discovered that Wuyong was missing, he really alarmed the emperor. The emperor ordered to send troops to search for Wuyong holy monk in Huguo Temple. Soon, the forces opposed to the Prime Minister's Mansion got it from nowhere. According to the news, the soldiers found Wuyou trapped in the backyard wing at the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Du Ruoyu once thought that because the prime minister's daughter's willful behavior would affect her family, she never expected...
When Wu Yong was in front of the palace, he helped Xueyuan cover her crime.
"The emperor, the poor monk and the prime minister's son are friends. Last night, he was entrusted with a dream and his son was seriously injured on the front line, so he left Huguo Temple in the middle of the night and went to the prime minister's mansion to inform the prime minister of the matter. It was not because he was taken away by the people in the prime minister's mansion."
"Then who caused the injury on your head?"
"Caused by robbery and beating on the road."
"The monks don't talk, are you serious about this?"
"……really."
An hour later, the frontline made a good news. The frontier army was led by the prime minister's son, who was also led by Brother Xue Yuan, but Brother Xue Yuan died of serious injuries and was gone.
Outside the palace gate.
Xueyuan was wrapped in red, her black hair fluttering in the heavy snow, her eyes were red when she heard the news of her brother's death.
"The monks who have said that don't slander, what are you doing, monk?"
Wuyong wore a robe and bowed slightly, "Miss Xueyuan, the poor monk hopes this is the first and last time."
"How do you know my brother is dead."
"Buddha entrusts a dream."
"Absurd! Then you lied because of me now, will your Buddha still care for you in the future?"
"This is not Miss Xue Yuan's business."
The white dreamland began to change again.
From the heavy snow in winter, it turned into the fragrance of peach and plum in the early spring.
In early spring, Xueyuan, dressed in white, followed the princess to Huguo Temple. She once again saw the innocence of sitting under a tree and enlightening Buddhism in the back mountain.
"long time no see."
Compared with the savage and wayward young lady in the Prime Minister's Mansion before, after the death of her eldest brother, Xue Yuan seemed to be a dignified and ladylike lady, a lot more restrained.
Upon hearing the sound, Du Ruoyu noticed that the handsome monk sitting there trembled invisibly in his hand holding the Buddhist beads.
He slowly opened his eyes, and those clear eyes that made the heavens and the earth pale were intoxicating.
"Amitabha, Miss Xue Yuan."
"Don't panic, today the emperor's eldest sister, Princess Yue Ning, took me to Huguo Temple to pray for her husband. I just passed by."
"it is good."
The girl stood there quietly, staring at the monk who had reentered concentration, her eyes full of loneliness and regret.
"Monk, the emperor has given him a marriage."
Wuyong half-opened his eyes, but never dared to face the girl, "Huh?"
"The emperor gave me a marriage and promised me to be the full concubine of the nine princes."
The young girl was sitting on the ground by the lake, a distance away from Wuyong, with her back to Wuyong, and said in a light tone.
The chanting stopped completely, and the monk opened his eyes, and after a long silence, his tone was calm, "Then congratulations to Miss Xue Yuan, the dragon among the Nine Kings is so handsome and extraordinary. It is a match made in heaven for Miss Xue Yuan to marry him."
"Monk, I found that I still like you. This kind of like is not one that can disappear over time."
"..."
"As for me, there is a problem. No one can persecute me for things I don't like. For my father, I can't resist the orders, but for my own sake, I won't be willing to be a victim." Xue Yuan smiled. Said with her back to Wuyong, she paused, "So guess what I would do?"
Under the tree, Wuyong frowned lightly, and the fingers holding the Bodhi Buddha beads were slightly white, "Poor monks don't know."
The girl got up, pretending to briskly jumped to Wuyong's side, stretched out her hand, just like before, naughty patted Wuyong's light head, "Monk, you have to remember to overdo it for me..."
The ending of this dream is heartbreaking.
Xueyuan committed suicide.
On the day that the scenery married into the Nine Kings Mansion and Shili Hongzhuang, sitting in the sedan chair, she silently took poison and killed herself.
Du Ruoyu's dream followed Xueyuan.
So in the dream, after the death of Xueyuan, Baimang's dream fell into darkness, but soon Du Ruoyu fell into a strange place.
In my dream, this place was crowded with people, and the long and tactful team could not see the end.
On both sides of the road, there are rivers. Not far from the river, there is a bridge with three characters inscribed in ancient characters, but Du Ruoyu can't recognize the characters. From a distance, there is a beautiful woman on the bridge. , Is cooking a pot of soup, but anyone passing by must drink that bowl of soup.
Xueyuan stood not far from her, lined up with a dull expression, but strangely, her figure was translucent, her mouth was bleeding, and her face was pale.
Du Ruoyu looked at the surrounding scene strangely, the sky was blood red like the setting sun, and from time to time, he could hear terrifying screams...
Just as she was standing next to Xueyuan, they had reached the bridge, and Xueyuan was about to drink the bowl of soup, a huge chaos occurred behind the team.
Vaguely, Du Ruoyu stood on the bridge, looking far away from the team, as if he heard someone calling Xueyuan's name.
"Xue Kite!"
"Don't drink that soup!"
"Let go! What are you doing! Let go!"
Du Ruoyu looked strangely far away. There were many strangely dressed people gathered there. They even had weapons in their hands. They seemed to force someone away...
The man was shouting Xue Yuan's name hoarsely.
When Du Ruoyu tried to see the true face of the figure, the dream disappeared, and all the sights disappeared with it.
When Du Ruoyu opened his eyes again, the rain stopped outside the window, it was dawn.
Her pillow was full of wet tears.
(End of this chapter)