"girl."
After leaving the imperial study, a deep voice called her.
Yang Zhao paused.
Then he turned around and bowed to the tall figure in a white monk's robe: "May His Royal Highness the King of Wings be well."
At this moment, Mo Junran was the handsome and extraordinary man in the eyes of the world, exuding the aura of Buddha.
Very harmless.
Very pure.
But when he met Prince Yi, the son of Buddha, again this time, Yang Zhao noticed something different.
For example, his eyes.
That was not what a pure Buddhist should have. His eyes, which should have been free of desire and ambition, were now staring at her with something clearly in them, and even made her feel a hint of inexplicable invasion, like... a falcon.
And the white monk's robe on his body.
The first impression people get when they see him is that of a holy Buddhist. The refreshing scent of sandalwood all over his body strengthens others' first impression of him, coupled with his deceptively good looks.
It is indeed very confusing.
Of course.
Perhaps he knew she had seen through him, because this time he revealed more flaws than when they first met. He did it on purpose!
Thinking of this, Yang Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then, with his eyes half-closed to conceal his emotions, he respectfully asked, "What instructions does His Royal Highness the Wing King have?"
Mo Junran looked at Yang Zhao, who was obviously alert, and did not rush to say anything. Instead, his eyes swept over the "wooden hairpin" on her bun, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.
"We are going to Yujiang together. The journey is long. I wonder if the young lady would allow me to visit the Marquis at his residence?"
A prince visits a marquis?
And ask her permission?
This is really ridiculous.
Yang Zhao lowered his eyes and knelt slightly: "My Lord, your status is noble, the Marquis' Mansion..."
"You don't want to?"
Before Yang Zhao could finish speaking, Mo Junran interrupted him.
Yang Zhao: ...
Can she say no?
"I dare not." Yang Zhao replied with his eyes lowered.
Mo Junran glanced at her, then walked past her and said, "Let's go together."
Yang Zhao looked at his back and frowned slightly.
But I finally caught up.
So they didn't notice that shortly after they left, a figure slowly walked out from the distant corner.
"That was King Yi just now?"
Mo Chen looked at the two figures walking down the long stairs and asked a eunuch following behind them.
The eunuch leaned forward slightly to take a look, then nodded respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness Prince Cheng, that is Prince Yi."
Mo Chen's eyes were deep.
He had already heard about the Buddha worship banquet, and naturally knew the rumor that the two of them were destined to be together. A sneer appeared on Mo Chen's lips.
"Destined?"
"Oh! What a clumsy trick."
Others might not notice anything, but he could tell at a glance that the look in his uncle's eyes when he looked at Yang Zhao was not at all pure and unselfish as a Buddhist should be.
His uncle is such an eyesore...
A cold look flashed in Mo Chen's eyes.
…
On the road out of the palace.
The two walked one in front and one behind.
She met many palace maids and eunuchs along the way. It didn't take long for the rumors about her and King Yi to spread.
Seriously.
Yang Zhao really didn't know how to describe this King Yi.
You could say he was too calculating, since he had been quiet since the Buddha worship banquet, he had not jumped in front of her, nor had he taken the opportunity to do anything excessive. But you could say he had no purpose, then what happened at the Buddha worship banquet must have been his doing.
Even Empress Dowager Bai fought tirelessly for him.
Thinking of the imperial edict, Yang Zhao couldn't help but look at the figure in front of him. Did he know about the edict? Did he want to deprive the throne, so he set his sights on her?
This idea actually piqued Yang Zhao's interest.
She was certain that the King of Wings was not reborn. She had checked a lot of things recently. If the King of Wings was really reborn, he would not change.
The most likely possibility is.
He wants the throne.
If this was her purpose, then everything would make sense. After all, she didn't think she was that charming enough to cause the Wing King, who had just returned from the temple, to devise such a scheme. And even if he were truly reborn, she and his previous life had only met from a distance.
There is absolutely no intersection.
It can even be said that the two are strangers.
There is no friendship from previous lives.
The more she thought about it, the more Yang Zhao felt that she should have touched the "truth", and this truth made her heart much clearer.
Even the look in his eyes when he looked at the person in front of him softened a bit.
Although Mo Junran didn't look back, it didn't mean that he couldn't feel the gaze of the person behind him. He subconsciously straightened his back and even his steps became more steady.
Even when turning a corner, he carefully measured his cheek.
Show off your beautiful jawline.
Of course.
He himself knows this little trick.
After Yang Zhao figured it out, he didn't look at him anymore.
When they reached the palace gate in silence, Mo Junran finally stopped and turned to look at Yang Zhao behind him: "Did you come here by carriage?"
What else?
Yang Zhao was quite speechless at his question, but he appeared respectful: "Your Highness, King Yi, yes."
"Can I have a seat for a moment?"
Borrow a seat?
Yang Zhaowei was stunned.
"I entered the palace on foot today and did not have a carriage prepared, so... I would like to borrow your carriage to go to the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion. If you are unwilling, I can walk beside the carriage."
Mo Junran's voice was gentle.
There was a peaceful look on that handsome face, and even after he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, looking like a harmless Buddhist.
You ride in a carriage yourself and let a prince follow the carriage?
The corners of Yang Zhao's mouth twitched slightly.
Even if she wanted to rebel, she wouldn't dare do it so "openly"!
Finally, Yang Zhao 'invited' King Yi.
Inside the carriage.
Yang Zhao sat on the right side.
Naturally, Mo Junran, dressed in a plain white monk's robe, sat at the top seat. In addition, Dong Shuang and Chen Liu also sat on the left.
Fortunately, the carriage was big enough.
The four of them sat in the carriage, and it wasn't too crowded.
The carriage was moving with a clatter, but the silence inside was eerie.
Chen Liu swallowed subconsciously.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have spoken.
But thinking of the look his master had given him when he got on the carriage, he began to think of words quickly. Finally, when the carriage suddenly stopped, his peripheral vision caught sight of the window, and he stood up suddenly with a start: "Osmanthus cake."
This shout made everyone in the carriage look at him.
Chen Liu laughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Miss Yang, I saw an osmanthus cake shop. My master loves to eat osmanthus cake, so... I went to buy some."
After saying that, Chen Liu wanted to pull Dong Shuang who was beside him.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, it froze again.
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