This time she knew that her father had the same nightmare as her precognitive dream, so she could avoid being assassinated by assassins when they went up the mountain, and she felt much more at ease.
There will be no more fever, no more nightmares, and you can sleep more peacefully.
Two days later, early in the morning, a carriage left Prince Kang's mansion and slowly drove out of the capital, followed by the secret men.
Jinchan Temple is located on a mountain outside the capital. Not many people go there on ordinary days. Most people go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha on the first and fifteenth day of each month.
Today is neither the first nor the fifteenth day of the lunar month, so there are very few people going up the mountain.
Along the way, only carriages with the Kangwang Mansion logo were traveling.
When the carriage reached the middle of the mountain, suddenly more than a dozen men in black jumped out and surrounded the carriage.
The driver stopped the horse and ran away.
Man in black: “???”
Without thinking much, they jumped onto the carriage with their swords in hand. However, as soon as they lifted the curtain, an unknown powder was sprinkled in their faces, blinding them on the spot!
"Oh no! It's a trap! Retreat!"
The man in black who was hit shouted, and the other men in black were about to leave immediately after hearing that, but soon the guards of Prince Kang's Mansion rushed out from the surroundings and threw a handful of powder into the faces of the men in black.
The men in black didn't expect these guards to use such a trick. Most of them were caught off guard and were all captured alive in a few moves!
And with their previous experience, the guards quickly removed the jaws of the men in black to prevent them from biting their tongues to commit suicide.
The guards stuffed the dozen or so men in black into the carriage like a pile of cargo, intending to take them back to Prince Kang's Mansion for interrogation.
"Boss, a token fell down."
The guard picked up the token on the ground and handed it to the leader of the guards.
The head guard took it, looked at it, and put it in his arms, "Get ready to go back to the palace and report to the prince!"
"yes!"
On another road leading up the mountain to the temple, a low-key and inconspicuous carriage was driving.
In the carriage, Ye Peizhu was preoccupied and kept lifting the curtains to look outside.
I don’t know whether the guards have caught the assassin yet.
I hope everything goes well.
"Mother, are you worried?"
The three brothers Song Wenyu had no idea that their sister had had a prophetic dream, and they had no idea that they would be assassinated today.
Ye Peizhu did not intend to tell this matter to her four sons and make them worry, so she found an excuse to get around it.
Nestled in her mother's arms, holding a little white rabbit doll, Song Jiujiu opened her big black and white eyes and looked at her mother.
[Mother must be worried about the assassination today.
Don't worry, mother. We have quietly changed our route and used the same trick against them. The assassins must have been captured alive.
We are safe. 】
Song Jiujiu wailed and loosened the little white rabbit doll in her little hand into her mother's arms.
Ye Peizhu smiled even more gently, "Jiuer, are you going to give the little white rabbit to your mother? Jiuer is so thoughtful."
After hearing their sister's thoughts, the four brothers immediately understood why their mother had a sad face when she got on the carriage. They also understood why they took this low-key little carriage and changed the route up the mountain.
Song Wenyu and Song Yanche looked at each other, feeling a little regretful that they didn't hear their sister's thoughts earlier.
Otherwise they could help.
The carriage made it smoothly to the halfway point of the mountain, and we had to climb the rest of the way by ourselves.
Song Jiujiu has four brothers. Although her second brother is a little weaker, the remaining three brothers can take turns carrying her up the mountain.
The family finally arrived at Jinchan Temple.
The gate of Jinchan Temple was open, and there were little monks sweeping the door.
The young monk saw them and came forward.
"Dear donors, the master is waiting for you. Please follow me."
[Huh? Does the little monk know us?]
Song Jiujiu sucked her little finger and muttered to herself.
Fourth brother Song Zixian, who was holding her, reached out and pulled her little finger out of her mouth, "Sister, you can't eat your little hand. If you eat it, your little hand will be gone."
Song Jiujiu: "???"
This baby almost believed it.
The courtyard of Jinchan Temple is filled with sandalwood smoke, and the fragrance makes people feel calm both physically and mentally.
The young monk brought the mother and her children to a house, from which came the sound of beating a wooden fish.
"Dear donors, the master is inside, please come in."
After the little monk finished speaking, he knocked on the door and pushed it open.
The sound of knocking the wooden fish became more and more obvious.
After the mother and her children entered, they saw a senior monk sitting on a straw mat with his back to them, beating a wooden fish.
The great monk was wearing a cassock, but unlike other monks, he did not shave his hair and beard.
With silver hair, she looks like an ethereal being just from behind.
[Huh? This master isn't bald! Should we call out to him? Is he so focused that he doesn't even notice we're here?]
Song Jiujiu muttered to herself, and seeing that her mother and four brothers were silent, she simply whimpered in a baby voice.
The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.
The room became quiet.
Song Jiujiu was stunned and scratched her face with her little hands.
【Did I disturb the master? 】
Master Guxu stood up, turned around and sat down again facing Song Jiujiu and the others.
When Song Jiujiu saw Master Guxu's face, her big eyes like black grapes lit up.
What a handsome master! I thought he was an old master because of his silver hair, but he looks so young!
So handsome, with a celestial air.]
Song Jiujiu's inner exclamation made her mother and four brothers feel a little embarrassed when facing Master Guxu.
At the same time, I couldn't help but feel fortunate that Master Guxu couldn't hear his daughter's (sister's) voice!
"Master, we've come to ask you to take a look at my brother's condition and see if we need to summon his spirit."
Song Zixian spoke first and stated his purpose.
Master Guxu nodded slightly, and his clear eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, fell accurately on Song Wenyu's face.
After a while, his clear voice like pearls falling on a jade plate was heard.
"Your brother's soul is intact and does not need to be summoned. Your brother's body is weak for other reasons."
Although everyone knew from Song Jiujiu's inner voice that Song Wenyu's physical weakness was not due to his soul, but because he was poisoned.
But when they heard Master Guxu's words with their own ears, they still felt a little disappointed.
Song Wenyu was neither surprised nor disappointed, "Thank you for your help, Master."
Master Guxu's gaze swept across the four brothers and finally fell on the little face of Song Jiujiu who was held in Song Zixuan's arms.
When their eyes met, Song Jiujiu's heart skipped a beat, as if all her secrets had been seen through.
"The little girl is very blessed. You can bring her to the temple more often to burn incense on weekdays."
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