Luo Shenyuan was a young man with a lot of cunning thoughts. Most people couldn't get around him. Cheng Lang was a master among them, but he was definitely no match for him.
Lu Jiaxue watched him walk out of the yard and said calmly from behind, "Luo Shenyuan, since you don't want to divorce your wife, you can't blame me in the future. I still have some respect for your talent and wanted to let you go."
"It's up to you, sir." Luo Shenyuan said from a distance.
Lu Jiaxue smiled again: "The relationship between her and me... is more than just adoptive father and adopted daughter."
Luo Shenyuan didn't seem to stop.
Lu Jiaxue didn't bring enough people this time, and Daoyan probably stopped all the outsiders. He didn't attack Luo Shenyuan. There was still a long way to go. Luo Yining didn't want to accept him now, but sooner or later she would come back to him. Of course, if she didn't come back, his patience wouldn't last long.
Lu Jiaxue wanted to let her first have a taste of what it was like to be destitute without power and wealth, and then she would know that he was the only one she could rely on.
He wanted to make Luo Shenyuan lose his job and be demoted. Then Luo Yining would come to beg him for mercy and kneel before him crying for the sake of his brother.
He has been waiting for this day.
Lu Jiaxue grabbed the horse's reins, turned the horse around, and galloped towards the official road.
*
The weather in the mountains is like a child's face, changing at any time.
The sun was shining just now, but soon the sky was covered with dark clouds and it started to rain heavily.
Fortunately, Daoyan was very familiar with the mountain. After many twists and turns, he got rid of the people from the Shenjiying and took her to the land temple on the mountain to shelter from the rain.
Medicinal herbs like ginseng and rhodiola rosea grow year-round on the mountain, and monks often ascended the mountain to collect them, resting here. Therefore, the interior was kept immaculately clean. Although it consisted of only one temple and two side rooms, it was fully equipped with a kang (a bed), tables and chairs, and a stove for cooking. After taking shelter inside and opening the window for some fresh air, Yining saw a torrential downpour outside, turning the road into a muddy mess. It was truly a torrential downpour, and the sky was dark. A carriage stood in the yard, its horses battered by the rain, their manes soaking wet, and they helplessly shook the water off their heads.
There's no way. There's no stable here and the house is too small for it to fit in.
Yi Ning wandered around for a moment, then pulled a bucket from the corner, ready to collect some rainwater to heat up and drink, at least to keep the chill at bay. She wasn't wet, but Dao Yan's pants were mostly soaked. After all, he had saved her, and she felt bad. Without tea, a pot of hot water would always do.
Daoyan saw her carrying a bucket and said, "It's raining heavily outside. If you go out and get wet, it will be even more troublesome. Don't move."
He disagreed, so Yining had to put down the bucket.
Seeing this, he slowly closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the kang, and continued to chant scriptures and count Buddhist beads.
After a while, Yining tried to light the stove again. It was really cold in the late autumn rain, and she was in the mountains. She was only wearing a navy blue jacket made by Lu Chou, and she was freezing. She knew how to light a fire. In her previous life, it would catch fire with one stroke, but now she was too weak, and even after rubbing the flint until her hands were sore, she couldn't light it.
Master Daoyan almost ignored her after bringing her in.
After a while, a pair of hands wearing Buddhist beads took the flint from her, rubbed it a few times to light the kindling paper, and then put it in to light the charcoal.
The room was now warmer, no longer freezing cold. Yi Ning didn't sit on the kang, but sat on the armchair, curled up with her chin on her knees, dozing off intermittently. Luo Shenyuan, her senior brother, was actually a good person, except for wanting to kill her at first, so she let her guard down. She spoke to Dao Yan, "Master, have you and my third brother been in the same sect since he was a child?"
"When I first met him, he was already eleven years old," Daoyan said calmly, "You sit on the kang bed, and I'll sit on the armchair."
"I'm fine..." She didn't even raise her head, but the bloodstains could be seen on the back of her white jade neck.
Daoyan walked over and wanted to urge her to come over, but she dozed off again and fell on his arms with her head tilted.
Daoyan frowned, the feeling from before returning. The girl's skin was as soft as jade, and it felt warm and soft against him. He was a monk, and except for the one against killing, he strictly observed the rules and precepts. He held back and pulled his arm back, and Luo Yining's head hit the edge of the chair, and she immediately woke up, rubbing her head.
Daoyan sat down to recite the sutra again, and Yining didn't think anything was wrong. She yawned when she heard it was the Heart Sutra again, and the more she listened, the more sleepy she felt.
She peered through the partition. The horse had retreated to the temple. The heavy rain had subsided considerably. The mountains were covered in fog after the rain, and only the dark silhouettes of the mountains in the distance were clearly visible. She wondered if Luo Shenyuan had left, or when she could leave again. She wanted to return to the Luo Mansion immediately, to her familiar home.
But at the same time, she thought of what Lu Jiaxue said. As long as she was still Luo Shenyuan's wife, he would not let the Luo family go.
Yining leaned back in the armchair, the joy of being rescued gradually fading.
It was completely dark and the night in the mountains was even colder, so Yining closed the partition.
Daoyan collected the beads and went out again. When he came back, he was holding a small sweet potato, only half the size of a palm, and threw it into the stove. Immediately, there was a crackling sound.
"This is the only thing you'll have for dinner. It's wild from the mountains."
Yining thought she wasn't hungry, but when the aroma of steaming sweet potatoes wafted from the oven, she was still craving some. They were still hot when she took them out, but when she peeled them, they were soft and sweet, and her mouth was filled with the taste of warm chestnuts.
Yining was halfway through her meal when she heard the sound of a carriage at the door.
Daoyan hadn't reminded her to be careful yet, but he saw that she had already stood up: "Third brother is here!" She could recognize the sound of the carriage at home.
Daoyan looked outside the door and saw a tall figure standing there. He was holding an umbrella and had just opened the door. When Yining saw the familiar figure, she couldn't help herself and immediately rushed towards him and hugged him. "Third brother!"
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