Chapter 74 Why is she here!
Ling Zhuo'an was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "So Qingyan is worried about this."
He helped Ling Qingyan fix her hair and apologized first: "Royal brother was wrong. I shouldn't have questioned Qingyan like that just now."
"As for what Qingyan said—" Ling Zhuo'an was silent for a moment, then smiled while stroking her hair, "Qingyan, there's no need to worry."
"It's just for peace of mind. God will surely bless us."
"May lovers finally get married." His voice was tender and he chewed on the words slowly and with a certainty.
"This palace and my sister will definitely be together forever, for eternity."
Ling Qingyan still had a smile on her face, but secretly she felt goosebumps all over her body.
No, no, no, no.
Why do these words from her good brother give her a crazy and yandere vibe?
She was horrified to hear that.
Together for eternity?
How is that possible? It's too dangerous here. Ling Qingyan is going home soon!
Thinking of the mission, Ling Qingyan redoubled her efforts. With a solemn promise, she moved closer to Ling Zhuo'an, saying cunningly and obediently, "My royal brother and I will always be together."
The girl tilted her head, and the breeze blew the curtains of the car slightly, blowing on the two of them. The girl's eyes were always so bright and clear:
"Qingyan will always be with my royal brother."
"For all eternity, we will never leave each other." She kissed the corner of his lips unexpectedly, like a bewitching spirit. "Even the gods can't separate us!"
Ninety-five percent.
Ling Qingyan is very good at making others happy. She is a good listener and a good companion.
If you are in a bad mood, chat with her or play with her for a while, she can make you feel more open-minded.
If you are in a good mood, being with her will only make you feel better.
To be loved by such a person is the happiest thing.
No one would want to let go, not even Ling Zhuoan.
There have always been many people visiting Fuhua Temple, including dignitaries, merchants and common people, and there has been a constant flow of incense and offerings at Fuhua Temple.
Amidst the mountains, red walls and yellow tiles, the magnolia flowers are in full bloom, adding a touch of vitality to the temple.
Ling Zhuoan and host Ming An were old friends. They climbed the stairs, bypassed the bustling square, and went directly to the back hall.
"Your Highness." Abbot Ming'an nodded, then looked at the girl beside His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Ling Qingyan was also looking at him at the same time. The man was tall and thin, much older than the two of them, with a kind and gentle face. The cassock he wore seemed to give him a layer of Buddha nature.
Ling Qingyan felt a sense of awe at the dignified, solemn and dignified man, but the next moment, her stereotype was broken.
"Your Highness, have you brought me some good wine? I look forward to the wine in the East Palace every day. If Your Highness doesn't come again, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the palace myself to ask for it."
The abbot looked...hiss, a little lively.
Ling Qingyan swallowed, looked at her royal brother, and then at the abbot.
"Of course, you'll be able to enjoy the wine." Ling Zhuo'an laughed heartily, seeming to be very familiar with Abbot Ming'an. "This is my first time bringing my sister here. Can you, old man, be a little more normal?"
"Your sister has a strong ability to accept things, so it's not a big deal." Abbot Ming'an said with a smile.
Ling Qingyan glanced over.
He knows himself pretty well.
etc.
Ling Qingyan suddenly thought of something. In the novels she had read before, there were always two people who were particularly good at fortune-telling.
Could this person be the kind of expert who can see through the secrets of heaven?
Ling Qingyan's throat tightened slightly, and she spoke tentatively, "What else does the abbot know?"
Ming'an looked at her and stroked his white beard.
You know what, when he acts so serious, he really does look like an otherworldly sage.
"Don't worry, I can't see through your highness's fate."
Ling Zhuoan had already shown him Ling Qingyan's birth date and horoscope.
Then he stretched out his hand and gestured a little, "I can only see that little bit."
Then, he looked at the little girl earnestly and with great admiration: "Your Highness, you are a character."
No compliments, just pure admiration.
Ling Zhuo'an rarely saw Ming'an so convinced and said this to someone, so he couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about? Why don't you make it clearer?"
He was confused and wondered if Qingyan was also confused.
But after hearing what he said, Ming An just shook his head and smiled, shaking his head: "The secret cannot be revealed. I still have to cherish my life and taste the wine!"
The stone in Ling Qingyan's heart fell, and she just smiled at Abbot Ming'an.
Abbot Ming'an knew about the two of them.
At Ling Zhuoan's request, Ming'an gave him a love lock, and engraved the names of Ling Zhuoan and Ling Qingyan on it respectively.
The gilded copper lock was shining, and the twin lotus patterns were sparkling. The two people's names were close together, and the red heart knot at the end was bright and vivid, as if the two were happily married, with the king's heart reflecting the concubine's heart.
Ling Zhuo'an's hands kept stroking the two people's names, and his heart trembled slightly, as if this love lock was not an ordinary object of prayer to him, but an ancient oath that would really bind the two together for generations to come, as he said.
"Qingyan, we will never be separated." The man's heart was beating violently.
Ling Qingyan also responded: "Yes, we will never be separated."
After the two of them hung the love lock, they went to worship the Buddha statue.
Ling Qingyan clasped her hands together with a pious look, "I hope that my loved one will live a peaceful life without disaster or misfortune."
"I hope that Lady Mansheng will have a smooth examination, a prosperous career, and achieve her dreams."
"I hope everything goes well for me."
Even though she was reluctant to leave the people in this world, she could no longer live in such fear.
It also seems like I owe someone something.
To deceive sincerity, use any means necessary.
Ling Qingyan murmured again, "Please."
After saying this, the girl stood up, smiling brightly and making everyone happy: "Let's go, my royal brother!"
She stood up in a hurry and stumbled.
A strong hand supported her, "Thank you, my royal brother."
Ling Qingyan raised her eyes and was stunned when she saw the person coming, "Uncle...Uncle."
"Why are you here?" Ling Qingyan's smile was a little forced.
Ling Zhuoan had nothing to pray for, so he waited for the girl. When he heard the girl's voice, he also noticed Ling Yu who appeared out of nowhere.
He approached, his arms folded across his chest, and asked casually, "Why is the emperor's uncle here?"
Ling Zhuoan subconsciously pulled Ling Qingyan away from his hand. It was not because of any misunderstanding, but simply because he didn't want other men to get close to her, even though there was no possibility between them.
However, the girl was not pulled over.
Ling Zhuoan frowned, looked up at Ling Yu, and a murderous look gradually appeared between his eyebrows.
Ling Yu looked at the girl beside him, without reducing the strength in his hands at all.
"Yes, niece, why am I here?"
Behind her was a solemn Buddha statue, and on both sides a so-called brother and a so-called uncle were shackled to her arms, neither of them able to break free.
Ling Qingyan felt dizzy and her breathing stopped for a third.
Who is she? Where is she? Why is she here?
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