The carriage slowly came to a stop, and Zhou Yi called out to the carriage, "We've arrived at Ci'an Temple."

Upon arriving at their destination, Lu Qiqi got off the carriage first, followed closely by Feng Yuer.

Ci'an Temple is located halfway up the mountain. Horse-drawn carriages can only reach the outside of the temple. One still needs to climb 177 steps to reach Ci'an Temple.

The coachman led the carriage away, and the three of them began to walk up the steps leading to Ci'an Temple.

Ci'an Temple is the largest temple in the border town, and it is very popular. On the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, there is a constant stream of worshippers coming to offer incense.

Even if it's not the first or fifteenth of the lunar month, worshippers will still come to pray.

But today, Ci'an Temple has never seen a single worshipper.

Feng Yu'er was puzzled, but she quickened her pace to keep up with Lu Qiqi.

As soon as I entered the temple, a young novice monk approached me, put his hands together in prayer, and said, "Amitabha."

Lu Qiqi nodded and asked, "Little Master, is everything ready?"

The young novice monk glanced at Feng Yu'er and said, "Female Bodhisattva, please come with me."

Feng Yu'er glanced at Lu Qiqi, pursed her lips, and followed the little monk.

As she walked around the long corridor and into a Buddhist hall, she saw many monks sitting cross-legged in the large hall, chanting Buddhist scriptures softly.

On the way to Ci'an Temple, Lu Qiqi explained to her that a Buddhist ceremony was being prepared at Ci'an Temple to pray for the soul of her father, General Feng.

Feng Yu'er stood there stunned for a moment, when suddenly a pair of small hands wrapped around her waist, and a clear voice rang out, reaching her ears.

"Elder sister!"

She looked down and saw it was her younger brother, Feng Zijun.

Two days ago, Feng Zijun saw his eldest sister, who was unconscious, being brought back to the mansion, and was quite frightened.

He smiled slightly and said, "Elder sister, you're finally awake!"

Feng Yu'er touched his swollen eyes and felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She reached out and stroked his hair, nodding. "Yes, you're awake. I'm sorry to have worried about your older sister."

Although the Feng siblings were not born of the same mother, there were no conflicts between their elders, and they lived peacefully together for half their lives.

Therefore, despite their significant age difference, blood ties were able to quickly bring them closer.

Feng Yu'er, with Feng Zijun by her side, watched the hundred monks performing a ritual for their deceased father and said softly, "Zijun, your elder sister hopes you can remember that our father died protecting the people."

He was a hero, also to protect us from the Tartars.

To the people, and to his family, he was a great hero.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zijun looked at the battle robe in the distance, nodded heavily, and secretly made up his mind.

From now on, he will also become a hero who can protect his elder sister!

At this moment, the abbot of Ci'an Temple came over. The abbot was over fifty years old and had a large belly due to his meditation practice.

After exchanging a few words, Feng Yu'er led Feng Zijun and followed the abbot deeper into the Buddhist hall.

When Lu Qiqi and Zhou Yi arrived at the Buddhist hall, they saw the scene before them.

Watching the three figures walk away, Lu Qiqi whispered to Zhou Yi, "After General Feng's funeral rites are performed, Yu'er will definitely rebury him."

Previously, General Feng's cenotaph was erected by people sent by Madam Feng.

She's handling this herself, it must be tough for her, so you should help her out as much as possible.

Actually, she didn't need to say anything. Judging from how nervous Zhou Yi was about Feng Yu'er, she would do her best to help.

Thinking of this, Lu Qiqi looked at Zhou Yidao and said, "You and Yu'er..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Yi interrupted Lu Qiqi as she saw Feng Yuer and Feng Zijun kneeling together on the prayer mat, saying, "Miss Feng and I are not on the same path."

Lu Qiqi didn't want to say much about the things between the two of them, so she said, "Perhaps it's not impossible to try."

She could tell that Feng Yu'er's feelings for Zhou Yi were not just because she had entrusted him with something; at least Feng Yu'er did not treat Zhou Yi as a younger brother.

After arranging the funeral rites for General Feng, Lu Qiqi left the temple. She still needed to go to the West Camp to check on Qin Shiyu's health.

This morning, I heard from the Shadow Guards that Qin Shiyu has woken up.

When Lu Qiqi rode up to Qin Shiyu's tent, Shiwu was carrying an empty medicine bowl as he walked out of Qin Shiyu's tent.

When Fifteen saw Lu Qiqi, he seemed pleasantly surprised and said, "Village Chief, you've arrived. General Qin has already woken up, just finished his medicine, and hasn't gone back to sleep yet."

Lu Qiqi glanced at him, said "I understand," and then lifted the curtain and went inside.

When Qin Shiyu woke up, she found herself back in the camp. After Shiwu explained the situation, she learned that Lu Qiqi had risked her life to rush into the Tartar camp and rescue her.

Therefore, when she saw her savior leaning against the bed rail, she hurriedly straightened up.

Before Lu Qiqi even reached the bed, she saw Qin Shiyu getting up and quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying, "General Qin's injuries have not yet healed. He should rest well and not move around."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shiyu gave up struggling and got up, nodding to Lu Qiqi and saying, "I have no way to repay the village chief's life-saving grace."

If the village chief has any business to attend to in the future, as long as he does not betray the country or violate morality.

"I, Qin Shi Yu, will brave mountains of knives and seas of fire without hesitation."

Seeing her serious expression, Lu Qiqi didn't try to make a joke or laugh it off, but nodded solemnly, "Okay."

After expressing his gratitude, Qin Shiyu remembered something else and tentatively asked, "Was Tadar really assassinated by the village chief?"

Several days have passed, and news of Tadar's death has not yet reached the Great Jin Dynasty, presumably because the Tatars have blocked the news.

The dead cannot be brought back to life, and moreover, the Tatar king is getting old and it is the time for him to seize the throne. It will not be long before news of Tadar's death spreads among the other princes born to the Tatar king.

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