Chapter 1575 (1/2)

After walking for a while, because the road was rough, beads of sweat appeared on the female benefactor's forehead. The bodyguard came forward and took out a handkerchief for her. After she took it and wiped it, she continued to walk forward. She was not afraid of hardship and fatigue.

After half a day, she finally arrived. Linghui led the group into the temple. She looked around and saw that the incense here was not flourishing. Quietly, she could only hear the birds outside. It seemed to be a very spiritual place.

Linghui came up to her, folded her hands and said, ”Amitabha, female benefactor, please wait a moment and report to the master before the poor monk.”

”Please, little master. I'll go around and worship first.” She said.

”Amitabha.” Linghui turned away and went to report to Shifu.

After wandering for a week, she walked into the statue of Buddha. She looked up and looked at the statue in front of her with long eyes.

A moment later, she nodded, Lengmei understood, took three incense sticks, lit them, and presented them to her with both hands. She took the incense in her hand and worshipped three times. Lengmei took the incense away and inserted it in front of the shrine.

Even like the moon, his knees bent and knelt down, his hands folded, closed his eyes and bowed down.

”Amitabha, I didn't expect to meet benefactor here.” At this time, a quiet and calm voice came from behind.

Hearing this voice, even like the moon, my heart trembled slightly and straightened up slowly.

Feng Ye raises his feet and comes in. He puts his hands together and walks to Lian Xiangyue's side. Lian Xiangyue turns around and sees him in front of him. He is bald and wearing a monk's cassock. He is much thinner than before, his face is as pale as paper, and his fingers are thinner than before. There is no pride and arrogance in his eyes.

Light, light eyes, light expression, the whole person is light.

If he didn't know that he was Feng Ye, even the moon would not immediately connect the monk in front of him with the once arrogant eighth highness Feng Ye.

Feng Ye felt her gaze, turned around, looked at her and said, ”benefactor, are you here to pray for the emperor? Or... ”

”Master Jingkong, are you okay?” Lian Xiangyue asked.

Feng Ye, who was originally expressionless, after hearing this sentence, his heart like stagnant water set off a ripple. He slowly turned his head and looked at the woman in front of him. The corners of his lips trembled slightly, ”I'm very good, I don't know how the princess is?”

”I'm fine.” Lian Xiangyue said.

Feng Ye was slightly stunned. Then he said with a faint smile, ”it's unnecessary for me to ask. How can you be bad?”

His eyes were no longer like stagnant water, slowly revealing a trace of bitterness, as if the emotions accumulated for a long time were finally slowly released.

”The emperor knows the news that you are ill.” Lian Xiangyue said.

Feng Ye coughed twice, and his pale face turned a little red. He repressed his uncomfortable feeling and said, ”the dying man is not worth worrying about“

”I have brought Dr. Dong, who will treat you“ Lian Xiangyue said.