The Ghost-Faced Buddha is the product of resentment and curse. When Yi Qingchen buried the bodies of hundreds of Yi family members in the Yi family's ancestral home, the ancestral home had been abandoned for dozens of days and no one took care of it. The bodies slowly rotted in the soil. For some reason, the soil wrapped around the bodies absorbed the rotten smell of the bodies and turned blood red. This blood-red soil is called the Ghost-Faced Buddha.
Why is it a ghost-faced Buddha?
According to legend, ghosts are possessed by souls, and their grievances in their previous lives were too great, so their resentment does not dissipate after death. The Buddha is merciful and cannot bear to see such unjust things.
Take out the blood-red soil around the corpse. If it is eaten by the culprit, the person will be covered with acne and eventually die of ulceration, and there is no cure.
The best way Yi Qingchen could think of to deal with Feng Xuanming was to let him suffer the consequences of his own actions, so she thought of using the Ghost-Faced Buddha, but she did not dare to act rashly.
Now that she thought about it, it was fortunate that she did not ask Feng Zhuohua to send people to the Yi family's ancestral home to look for the Ghost-Faced Buddha, otherwise Feng Xuanming might have become suspicious.
So Yi Qingchen passed the message to Su Chenyu, hoping that Su Chenyu and Baili Yanqing could go on the journey for her. Originally, Yi Qingchen had no expectations. When she took the box of ghost-faced Buddha, she felt more guilty and sad.
"Your Majesty has done everything she can. It's time to leave the rest to others." Su Chenyu said.
Yi Qingchen nodded: "Feng Yi, you are actually the noble of the palace."
Because of Su Chenyu's appearance, she untied many knots in He Feng Zhuohua's heart, and even the road of revenge became much easier than before.
"It's late at night, and your Majesty is afraid of the cold, so you'd better go earlier."
Watching Yi Qingchen and Feng Zhuohua turn around and leave, Su Chenyu sighed: "Feng Xuanming was afraid of the Yi family before, and now he is afraid of Prince Pingliang. I'm afraid Prince Pingliang will not be able to leave the capital alive."
"The King of Pingliang was a smart man. He did not take sides in the fight for the throne. He retreated to Liangzhou and preserved his wealth and glory. If he had not come to the capital this time, nothing would have happened. Unfortunately, for the sake of his daughter, he came back after all."
"He must come, otherwise Qingtu and the eldest prince's ship will sink, so even though he knows his fate, he can't let go of his daughter. I just don't know, he won so much this time, is he a loser or a winner?"
It is obvious that King Pingliang Jing is going to help Feng Huailue fight for the throne. If Feng Huailue wins, he will be honored, but if Feng Huailue loses, he will have nothing.
"Let's go too. We've been away for so long, I'm afraid someone with ulterior motives may have already found us." Baili Yanqing held Su Chenyu's slightly cold hand and walked towards the house with her.
When Su Chenyu and Baili Yanqing arrived, they found that something seemed amiss in the hall. They heard Chang Mo say, "The pipa is really played without much charm. Third Prince, I heard that Concubine Lan was a singer in a music studio and was best at pipa. Later, she was assigned to serve the imperial concubine. I wonder if her pipa skills have improved with so many people playing the pipa?"
As Chang Mo finished speaking, all the music in the hall stopped. Everyone looked at Lanpin who was sitting on the throne, wondering what she would do.
Lanpin dug her fingernails deeply into her palms. Ever since she became a concubine, the thing she hated most was people mentioning her background. Before, everyone knew that she was a maid of the imperial concubine, but her identity as a singer in the music hall was something she had been trying hard to conceal.
When Chang Mo mentioned this matter in front of everyone today, it was like stripping her clothes off and exposing her completely to everyone without any privacy.
Concubine Lan wanted to refuse, but she couldn't find an excuse for the moment. Feng Xuanming had already left, and Concubine De and Concubine Nian had also left. The other concubines present couldn't stand the fact that she was in the emperor's favor, and they wished to make her look bad immediately.
Helpless, Lanpin had to ask Feng Zhaolin for help: "Third Prince, I haven't played the pipa for a long time. My skills are already rusty. I'm afraid I can't play it anymore."
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