Chapter 100 Kite
Xiao Qing felt like a kite.
She was tied with a rope, and although she was floating around, she ultimately did not escape.
There were many voices around her, but she couldn't hear them clearly. It took her a long time to realize that she should still be in the main hall.
Because she heard the sound of chanting.
Of all the sounds, she could only faintly make out the chanting of scriptures, though it was so subtle.
It was pitch black and cold all around.
She began to feel a little scared, so she reached out and hugged herself, but after she could recognize the chanting, she gradually calmed down.
Although she didn't know why this was happening, she had a vague feeling that her soul might have left her body.
Upon careful reflection, this feeling was actually quite familiar to her.
She just didn't expect that in this place, at this time, she would experience another out-of-body experience.
When she realized this problem, she actually felt a sense of relief.
Although she has been in this world for several months, she still has not fully integrated into this world and her own identity.
Without loving family or a familiar living environment, even though she sometimes feels kindness and warmth, she would almost never hesitate to leave this world if given the chance.
Moreover, her presence is not needed here.
Although there might be some minor disturbances, the Grand Tutor already has a way out, and he will clean up this mess himself.
However, He Shu, Mingxiu, and Yingying... I hope he can be kind-hearted and not make things difficult for them.
Xiao Qing unconsciously clasped his hands together in front of his chest and began to pray in his heart.
Another regrettable thing is the lion-head jade. She originally planned to find an opportunity in the next few days to burn incense and offer the jade before the Buddha, praying for Zhao Youchen's safety, and then give the jade away during the Mid-Autumn Festival. But now it's probably too late.
The jade is on her. If Buddha takes pity on her, Xiao Qing prays here that the person he cherishes will live a peaceful life.
This is the Mahavira Hall, the most solemn place in Tianyin Temple.
May all Buddhas above grant my wish.
Suddenly, she heard laughter.
"If your wish is granted, may you leave."
My wish.
The other person laughed again.
"Separated as a soul, without encountering old friends, alone and restless in the wilderness, is this not something to fear?"
Fearless.
"In a chaotic world, plagued by natural disasters and man-made calamities, where countless lives are taken, is it possible to have no regrets?"
Where do we even begin?
Xiao Qing was taken aback and wanted to ask more questions, but a strong wind suddenly blew up from somewhere, and the golden Buddha statue shimmered and disappeared.
Her vision gradually brightened, and everything became clearer.
Master Jueyin was blocking Fu Mingyi from entering the Mahavira Hall.
Fu Mingyi's face was full of anger, and he kept sneering, but it was unclear what he was saying.
Xiao Qing rarely saw him so emotionally expressive. However, she pursed her lips, thinking that given the Grand Tutor's temperament and methods, all his outward expressions seemed like a pre-arranged performance.
She didn't want to see the Grand Tutor, so she walked past them.
She looked down at her hands, where a red line was faintly visible around her wrist. She knew she was still that kite, able to drift far away with a gust of wind, but no matter how far she drifted, she could be pulled back.
She wondered, who was speaking? Buddha? Why had Buddha let her float out? Did he want her to see something, or do something?
Judging from this, they won't let her go easily.
She continued walking forward, intending to go and see Zhao Youchen and Mingxiu.
The room where she was temporarily staying was surrounded by imperial guards. Their expressions were serious and tense. Zhao Youchen stood by the door, holding his sword hilt and looking inside. His brows were furrowed deeply.
Ma Hong knelt on the bluestone road outside, his face deathly pale, unable to straighten up, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.
He Shu and Ming Xiu were both by the bed, their faces filled with anxiety and worry. One was standing by the bed, and the other was kneeling by the bed. They were talking about something.
Why are you looking at me? This isn't an illness, it can't be cured. You should take a good look at the one kneeling outside the door, though.
She felt a heavy weight in her heart when she thought of the dark figure she had seen when she first met Ma Hong, as if something was about to happen.
She didn't want to go into the room, so she floated around Ma Hong outside.
Mingxiu said she examined Ma Hong, but couldn't find anything wrong with him. She clearly felt he was sick, but couldn't discern anything. Mingxiu was quite frustrated, feeling her medical knowledge was insufficient; this was an illness she couldn't diagnose.
She wondered if it might be poison.
But Mingxiu also said that even slow-acting poisons are noticeable. Ma Hong's complexion was extremely poor; if he were truly poisoned, he couldn't have survived for so long.
However, Mingxiu also mentioned that her research on poisons wasn't that in-depth; she only knew some principles of treating poisons. If Ma Hong was indeed poisoned, it might be a poison she didn't understand.
As she was thinking, she caught a glimpse of Fu Mingyi returning out of the corner of her eye.
He glanced at Ma Hong indifferently, then looked at Zhao Youchen, gesturing for them to follow him.
Xiao Qing followed curiously.
Ma Hong struggled to his feet, then followed Zhao Youchen into a side room with Fu Mingyi. The door closed, and the Grand Tutor sat on the upper left, gesturing for Zhao Youchen to sit opposite him, but did not invite Ma Hong to sit.
Ma Hong then knelt down again with difficulty.
Xiao Qing was not very happy.
She thought Fu Mingyi was probably asking them about what happened back then. But her current situation had nothing to do with them.
She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see Fu Mingyi and Zhao Youchen talking, and Fu Mingyi's brows didn't unfurrow even after Zhao Youchen left.
Pshaw, who are you trying to impress?
Xiao Qing pursed her lips and saw Fu Mingyi walk up to Ma Hong.
Her heart tightened, and she felt a little anxious.
Fu Mingyi's expression was unfriendly. She had seen this look before. It was when she had just woken up that he killed a palace servant in front of her. Moreover, he had also shown her this look on the way south.
She remembered it all.
What does he want to do?
"Speak, what happened?" Fu Mingyi's voice was as cold as if it contained shards of ice.
Xiao Qing was surprised.
She could actually hear what Fu Mingyi was saying?
Ma Hong prostrated himself on the ground, "This servant...does not know."
He really didn't know.
Fu Mingyi sneered, "You're only an arm's length away from His Majesty. Others may not know, but do you think you can be unaware?"
What's the point of making things difficult for Ma Hong? She herself doesn't even know what's going on, so how would Ma Hong know?
Ma Hong seemed to be crying, his voice low and hoarse. "This servant... is guilty."
Fu Mingyi looked at him, his expression growing even colder. "I originally thought that your refusal to ask for the medicine must be out of loyalty to His Majesty. But now that His Majesty is in danger, you really don't need to suffer like this; you could be more loyal to him."
Demanding? Demanding what? What suffering? What does it mean?
Before Xiao Qing could figure it out, Fu Mingyi turned and left, entering the side room next door.
Xiao Qing quickly followed inside and saw He Shu and Ming Xiu kneeling on the ground.
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