Chapter 75 Don't be afraid
Song Wan'er looked into the temple and saw only the tall and graceful back of the nobleman amid the curling incense smoke.
Even if it's just a back view, it's full of the pressure of a superior.
No wonder Chunzhi was so panicked.
Song Wan'er was actually quite panicked, but she knew that Chunzhi needed comfort the most at this moment. She forced herself not to show any fear and whispered to Chunzhi, "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid... Let's, let's go back to the carriage."
As women of the Song family, the two of them went out and wore veils when they got off the carriage. Even if the wind blew, only one corner of the veil was lifted.
None of the people guarding the temple gate saw their appearance, and no one knew that the pregnant little woman in front of them was the person that King Chang'an had been looking for for half a year.
"Come, I'll help you." Song Wan'er said, helping Chunzhi turn around and walk towards the carriage.
Snowflakes fell heavily, and the temple was covered in a vast expanse of snow.
Huo Zheng, who was praying to God, turned around as if he sensed something, but he only saw a piece of clothing blown up by the wind.
He stared blankly towards the door, not knowing what he had missed.
It took Huo Zheng a while to come back to his senses. He continued to pray with his eyes closed, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the temple.
He didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, he only believed in himself.
But after Chunzhi left, he searched all over the country but could not find any trace of him.
Since it is difficult for human beings to accomplish something, he can only rely on gods and Buddhas.
May the gods and Buddhas protect Chunzhi and keep her safe and sound, so that she can return to him soon.
Snowflakes fell on Huo Zheng's face and shoulders, forming a layer of frost. He inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner, walked into the Buddhist temple, and drew a fortune stick.
This is a very good fortune.
Master Wan Tong, the abbot of Wanhua Temple, personally interpreted the fortune for Huo Zheng and said to him, "Everything you ask for will be granted, and the person you are looking for is right before your eyes."
Huo Zheng looked at the snow outside the door and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I hope so."
Master Wantong chanted "Amitabha". Now it was time for lunch, so he asked the distinguished guest to have a vegetarian meal at Wanhua Temple.
As usual, Huo Zheng donated a large sum of money for incense offerings, ordered the guards outside the door to disperse, and went to the dining hall to use the dining hall while talking with Master Wantong.
He used to hate these vegetarian monks, but now he actually believes in gods and Buddhas.
If the people from the Rui Wang Party and the Ninth Prince Party knew about this, they would definitely not believe it was true.
Chunzhi couldn't believe that Huo Zheng came to Dongzhou and actually came to Wanhua Temple.
When she was in Linshui Town, whenever she went to the City God Temple to burn incense and pray to the gods, Huo Zheng would say, "It's better to pray to me than to the gods."
Such a person would now also pray to Buddha in the temple.
Chunzhi was in a state of great confusion. She didn't expect Huo Zheng to come to Dongzhou in person, and she didn't expect to see Huo Zheng in Wanhua Temple.
Seeing that she was in a strange mood, Song Wan'er helped her into the carriage and said, "Let's go home. Let's go home now."
Just go back to my brother.
Having an older brother at home can ward off all troubles.
Chunzhi calmed down for a while before she recovered. She said to Song Wan'er, "Since you're here, go in and burn some incense. I'll wait for you in the carriage."
"But... you look so bad."
Song Wan'er had finally managed to go out and came to Wanhua Temple to pray for her brother, so naturally she didn't want to go back without doing anything.
But Chunzhi's face was pale, which showed that she was really frightened by that noble man.
Song Wan'er couldn't bear to let Chunzhi stay here waiting for her.
"It's okay, I'll be alone for a while." Chunzhi forced a smile at Song Wan'er, trying to reassure her.
As the two were talking, the guards in front of the temple dispersed.
I guess that noble man has passed away.
Song Wan'er didn't see the noble man come out, so she thought he must have left through another door. She thought that if she went down the mountain now, she might meet that man on the road. It would be better for her to go in, burn some incense, pray for her brother, and then return to the city. In this way, she could avoid that noble man.
Song Wan'er thought of this and said to Chunzhi, "Sister-in-law, please sit here for a while. I'll go in and burn incense and pray. I'll be back soon."
"Okay." Chunzhi nodded and said, "Go ahead. The road is slippery in the snow. Walk slowly and be careful not to fall."
"I know."
Song Wan'er responded as she lifted the curtain and walked out. After getting off the carriage, she took her maid and walked towards Wanhua Temple.
The pilgrims who were stopped outside the temple by the guards also walked inside. Although it was snowing, Wanhua Temple was still very popular.
Haruji sat in the carriage, holding a hot water bottle to keep warm. The cold wind blew up the curtains from time to time, and a few snowflakes flew into the carriage and landed on the back of her hand, feeling icy cold.
She returned to the carriage without taking off her veil. She was still nervous even now because of the fear she felt when she saw Huo Zheng's back.
Chunzhi held the hot water bottle, closed her eyes, and prayed to the gods and Buddhas in Wanhua Temple, hoping that Huo Zheng would leave Dongzhou as soon as possible and never find her.
If Chunzhi had not promised Song Anlan to marry him, she really wanted to find a deserted place to hide before Huo Zheng discovered her, so that Huo Zheng would never find her in his life.
Chunzhi felt that time was passing particularly slowly while waiting for Song Wan'er to come back.
After burning incense and praying, Song Wan'er also drew a lot for her brother Song Anlan.
"Sister-in-law, I'm back." Song Wan'er was very happy when she came back. She said to Chunzhi, "I got a very good fortune stick. It says my brother will not die!"
Seeing Song Wan'er rubbing her hands due to the cold, Chunzhi quickly handed her the hot water bottle she had been keeping for a long time to warm her hands. "A good person like Young Master Song should live a long life."
Song Wan'er hugged the hot water bottle and said playfully, "I've changed my name to call you sister-in-law, why are you still calling my brother Young Master Song?"
Song Anlan also told Chunzhi that she should change her words.
But Chunzhi still called him Mr. Song.
She felt a little embarrassed when Song Wan'er looked at her, and said softly, "It's not too late to change your mind after we get married."
"That's right." Song Wan'er said, "If you want to change your words, my brother should be the first one to hear it."
Chunzhi opened her mouth but said nothing.
As Song Wan'er was speaking, she suddenly coughed twice.
"Why are you coughing? Did you get caught in a cold wind when you went out?" Chunzhi immediately pulled Song Wan'er's cloak closer and said nervously.
Song Wan'er was weak and prone to illness, so she was wearing very warm clothes when she went out this time. She held the hot water bottle and smiled at Chunzhi, "It's okay, it's just a little cold outside, so I coughed a few times. Sister-in-law, don't be so nervous."
The Song brothers and sisters are all weak, so Chunzhi finds it hard not to be nervous.
"Okay, let's go home." Song Wan'er and Chunzhi were very close, leaning against each other for warmth, and told the driver, "Uncle Li, let's go home."
The coachman, Uncle Li, answered "Yes" loudly, asked the two little maids to sit in the front of the carriage, and drove the carriage down the mountain.
The mountain road was winding and slippery due to the snow. When the carriage passed the second turn, it suddenly discovered that several carriages in front had collided with each other. Uncle Li immediately reined in the horse, but he could not stop the carriage and it was about to crash forward.
Seeing this, Huo Zheng, who was riding a horse behind him, immediately jumped forward and grabbed the reins that had slipped out of Uncle Li's hands.
The steed was dragged to its knees, its hooves raised and its neighing lifted to the sky. The two maids tumbled out of the carriage, and the curtains were blown high by the wind. Huo Zheng turned around and saw two people in the carriage...
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