Chapter 79 Meeting Helian Feng Again
Half an hour later, Su Xianrou walked out of the hall gracefully.
Master Huijue and a group of monks respectfully saw him off:
"Go slowly, Madam Dowager! May the Buddha always bless you with great blessings."
Su Xianrou nodded slightly:
"Thank you, Master. Today's ritual was a complete success. It is all thanks to the prayers and blessings from you and all the other eminent monks."
After saying that, she calmly took the cloak from Xiyan's hand and put it on. Her eyes swept lightly over Xiyan, but did not linger.
The group walked out of the palace in an orderly manner, and Ye Ren was already waiting outside the palace.
As soon as he saw them come out, he hurriedly brought the warm sedan chair over and lifted the curtain.
After Su Xianrou got into the sedan chair and sat down, the sedan bearers lifted it steadily and set off on their return journey.
Ye Ren, Xi Yan and a group of maids accompanied them. After they had walked about two miles, the imperial concubine in the sedan chair suddenly stepped on the board, signaling to stop.
Then, she lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, looking a little anxious:
"I just realized that the sandalwood hairpin I was wearing was left at the Fanyin Temple. That hairpin means a lot to me. Xiyan, please go back and look for it!"
Xiyan knew that the sandalwood hairpin was carved by the old prince himself and was given to the concubine when he went to war eight years ago. Even though the hairpin had faded, she still wore it on her head for the past eight years and it meant a lot to her.
So she immediately obeyed the order and returned along the same route.
Not long after, Xiyan returned to Fanyin Temple panting and came to the side hall. The group of monks had already dispersed, and the huge side hall was empty.
She searched anxiously in the side hall, and sure enough, she found the sandalwood hairpin under the cushion where the concubine had just knelt.
The lotus pattern carved on the head of the hairpin glowed warmly under the candlelight, and it was exactly the substitute item that the concubine wore every day.
Her eyes lit up with joy, and she bent down to pick up the hairpin, but when her fingertips touched the end of the hairpin, she suddenly heard a very light rustling sound coming from not far away, like the sound of fabric rubbing against wooden objects, or like someone's deliberately suppressed breathing.
The sound was extremely subtle, almost imperceptible, and an ordinary person might not be able to detect it at all, but it could not escape her well-trained ears.
She was startled and thought to herself: Could it be that someone wants to harm her?
Xiyan's fingers suddenly tightened. She picked up the hairpin silently, held her breath, and glanced at the vermilion lacquer screen three feet away. She planned to stay put and wait and see what would happen.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, coming from far away and stopping in the corridor.
The sound behind the screen disappeared instantly, leaving only the crackling sound of the candle wick.
Xiyan took a deep breath, put the hairpin into her sleeve, and just as she stood up straight, she saw a figure flashing outside the hall.
The leader wore a jade-inlaid hair crown and three strings of pearl ribbons around his waist. He had a handsome face and was none other than Crown Prince Helian Feng.
When their eyes met, they were both stunned.
"Miss Xiyan?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Helian Feng's eyes, then turned into a gentle smile:
"Why are you here?"
Xiyan didn't expect to meet Helian Feng here. She was shocked, but she remained calm and bowed lightly:
"This servant pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"No need to be so polite!"
Helian Feng waved his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Xiyan.
Today, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, with a few strands lifted by the draft, brushing against her eyebrows like a spring mountain covered in dark green, her nose was as straight as a knife, and her cherry lips were lightly pink when she pursed them, making her look like a white porcelain Guanyin statue enshrined in front of a Buddha, with a hint of human air.
But, beneath her clear watery eyes, there was a hint of intelligence hidden in the corners of her eyes, and even the light from the glass lamp in the corner of the hall unconsciously hid on the brocade pattern on the edge of her sleeve.
When Xi Yan looked up, she was met with a fleeting glint of surprise in Helian Feng's eyes. His pair of starry eyes, which usually contained a sense of alienation, seemed to have shattered half a pool of spring water at this moment, and even his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously:
"Miss Xiyan looks like a scattering flower goddess walking down from a mural today."
The corners of Xiyan's lips twitched, and she really didn't know how to respond.
Helian Feng ignored the embarrassment on her face and continued smiling:
"You haven't answered me yet, why are you here?"
"Your Highness, today I accompanied the Dowager Consort to the Fanyin Temple to perform Buddhist rituals. Unexpectedly, when she left, she accidentally left her hairpin behind, so she sent me to look for it."
Helian Feng nodded: "I see! Now that we've found the hairpin and it's getting late, let's go back early!"
"Thank you, Your Highness, for your consideration. I will take my leave."
Xiyan said this and walked out of the hall.
Suddenly looking up, I found that there was someone standing outside the hall:
The red robe rustled in the cool breeze. It was actually the Poison King Chu Jin!
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