Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Master, are you just seeking fame?
"Who are you and why are you stopping us?" Seeing that the carriage in front was about to hit them, Jiang Wu, with a slight chill on his face, quickly tightened the reins and distanced himself.
She didn't think the other party was careless. You know, the path she chose was rarely walked on, not to mention that it happened when the mountain was closed due to snow.
"Madam, it's me." As the car door opened, a face as pure and clean as a willow in the spring moon was revealed, which made people think of a monster that transformed into a human form after practicing in the snow-capped mountains for a hundred years.
"I don't know why Your Highness stopped me." Jiang Wu, whose fingers were tightly gripping the reins, immediately felt uneasy. She steered the horse back and winked at Tan Yun.
She didn't have a good impression of He Shiyan. Whether in a dream or in reality, the fact that he appeared here might be because he knew what she wanted to do and was waiting here for her.
You know, he can be called Shen Tingxue’s number one fan.
He Shiyan ignored her guard and smiled gently and politely, "Madam, are you going up the mountain? However, I see it's going to snow soon, so going up the mountain now will inevitably be dangerous."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I have something else to do and have to leave first. I will go visit Your Highness with my husband when I have time." As for why she had to go up the mountain, Jiang Wu felt that she had nothing to tell him.
"If Madam insists on going up the mountain, why not come with me? I have something else to do." He Shiyan's gaze inadvertently fell on the horse she was riding. "It's cold and freezing, and riding in a carriage is always much more comfortable than riding a horse."
He said it was an invitation, but in fact he used a condescending and firm command that could not be refused.
The heavy snowflakes pressed under the clouds began to fall sporadically, trying to cover the entire earth with silver.
Chen Tingxue arrived at Hengwu Garden, but heard that both the courtyard and the house were so quiet that only the snow fell and the wind blew on the branches.
Looking at the tightly closed yellow pear wood carved door, his eyebrows raised slightly. Could it be that she knew I was coming and deliberately gave him a warning?
Shen Tingxue, who felt that she had made a bad move, covered her nose and took a step back, her face full of worry, "Didn't everyone say that the master's wife was sick? How could the master's wife hide in the room and not come out? What if something happens accidentally?"
After Zijuan left, Yushao, who had taken her place, began to play the villain indignantly, "My princess is kind-hearted. If I were to tell you, the Prime Minister's wife might not be ill. She's probably hiding in the house pretending to be sick so that I can leave you out in the cold. She's truly from a poor, remote village, so she'd resort to such despicable and dirty tricks."
Yu Shu, curled up in bed with the quilt covering her, was so nervous that her teeth were chattering, fearing that the princess would kick the door in. What if the princess found out that it was her, not the lady, lying on the bed?
Madam, you said you would come back early, why haven’t you come back yet?
"Donor, you are here." The young novice monk, twirling his Buddhist beads, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then made a gesture of invitation. "Master has been waiting in the meditation room for a long time."
It was just as she was having a hard time getting rid of He Shiyan. Jiang Wu, whose nose was red from the cold, was wondering how Master Wu knew she was coming, but she quickly felt relieved.
They are all enlightened monks, so it is normal for them to figure it out by counting on their fingers.
After thanking the young master, Jiang Wu, with half his head covered in snowflakes, walked into the meditation room without delay. "I think Master Wu has guessed why I came to see you. I wonder if you have any solution?"
Hidden behind the curling tea mist, an old monk with a kind face poured her a cup of tea. "Old monk, I know why you came. It's cold and snowy in winter. Would you like to have a cup of tea?"
Anxious, Jiang Wu had no mood to drink tea at all. She also thought that if she didn't drink it, he would probably stop talking. So she took the tea and drank it all in one gulp. "Master, can you tell me the solution now?"
Seeing her drinking so much, which was really desecrating his own tea, Master Liao Wu twitched his lips slightly and asked, "Do you think my tea is good?"
Jiang Wu smacked her lips. Could she say that she drank too fast and didn't even taste what it was?
Just as he was about to make up a few words, his head suddenly hit the table and he fell into a deep sleep.
The effect was so fast that she didn't even have time to curse that there was something wrong with the tea. When she opened her eyes again, she found that she was no longer in the Zen room where they could talk about the past and present, brew tea and discuss Taoism, but in the cell that was full of gloom and strangeness.
Jiang Wu patted his face, suppressed his surprise, and immediately followed the same route to the cell where he was imprisoned, carefully avoiding anyone he might meet along the way.
Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone else along the way and quickly found the cell where he was.
When I was about to go over, I saw many of her, no, it should be said that there were many girls with the same appearance as her.
Although they have the same face, their temperaments are completely different. Some are charming, pure, cute and naive, while others are cold, ruthless and decisive.
Jiang Wu didn't know what was going on, so he didn't show up rashly. Instead, he hid in the dark and watched them surrounding Xie Ji.
Because I was far away, I didn't hear what they said. I just saw that although they were a group of people surrounding Xie Ji, they all came forward one by one to talk to him in an orderly manner.
Just when Jiang Wu was so sleepy that she was crying and yawning, the group of people finally left, in order to prevent them from coming back.
Jiang Wu rubbed his face and didn't dare to delay any longer. He pushed open the unlocked prison door quietly and came to Xie Ji, who looked a little more decent than when they first met.
After looking around and making sure there was no one around, she stretched out five fingers and waved them in front of his eyes, lowering her voice and saying, "Husband, it's me, Jiang Wu."
The man who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed didn't even open his eyelids, treating her as if she were air.
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Jiang Wu didn't think much about it and simply got down to business: "I want to ask you, why are you here? Is there any way to get you out? If you are here, who is that person outside now?"
"Don't you know exactly why I'm here?" At this moment, the man's voice, which was always as cold as if it had been soaked in snow water, was filled with endless self-mockery.
Before Jiang Wu could ask him what he meant, his mind went blank because of what he said next.
"Number ninety-two."
"No, what's Number 92?" Jiang Wu was just about to ask him why he called himself Number 92 and was reluctant to even open his eyelids when talking to him, when his eyes suddenly blurred and the surrounding scene changed again.
Whenever the bell of the mountain temple rings, a sea of mist and clouds arises.
"Donor, I wonder if you are satisfied with this tea of mine?" Master Liaowu's words suddenly rang in his ears, cutting through the void and the real.
"Master's tea is naturally good, but..." Jiang Wu, who was rubbing the edge of the teacup that had already cooled, raised his head and asked firmly, "Master, do you know something?"
She was very sure that she had entered the dream after drinking the tea he poured.
Master Liao Wu smiled in an unfathomable manner: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."
"What's the secret that can't be revealed? Master, don't tell me you don't know, so you just use that sentence to deceive me." Jiang Wu put down the teacup, supported himself on the table with both hands, and stood up, his face full of disappointment after being deceived. "Since ancient times, many people have only used that sentence to gain fame and reputation."
He waved his hands behind him and walked out, shaking his head and sighing, "I've heard others brag about how powerful Master Wu is and how vast his magical powers are. After seeing him today, I can't say I'm completely disappointed, but I can say that he's not as good as I expected."
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