Forced to die for his loyalty, he was reborn in the arms of the cold and cruel regent!

Fuqing nodded worriedly.

"Don't worry, Princess. I know what's going on. If it doesn't work, I'll go find the Emperor."

"That's good." Shen Mengyao nodded. As long as the empress dowager was safe and sound, she had nothing to worry about.

Early the next morning, as soon as the palace gate opened, Shen Mengyao got on the carriage, asked Cuiwei to pack some of her luggage, and hurried to the national temple, Ximing Temple, where she was received by the abbot with a white beard and gray hair.

"Donor, Amitabha. A palace servant sent a message early in the morning saying that the princess will rest here for fifteen days. Don't worry, the Buddhist temple is ready and no one will disturb the princess."

"Thank you, Abbot." Shen Mengyao clasped her hands together and returned the salute.

The abbot took her to the Buddhist hall at the back.

There are not many pilgrims visiting here. In the main hall there is a golden Maitreya Buddha, tall and majestic. Now the temple has been closed to outsiders, so she can devote herself here.

When the Queen Mother woke up, Shen Mengyao had already left the palace.

She looked at Fu Qing, who was serving her, with some reproach: "Meng Yao is gone, why didn't you wake me up?"

Fu Qing forced the medicine out of the medicine jar and said, "Her Majesty, the princess left early in the morning and specifically instructed you not to disturb your sleep before she left. That's why I took the initiative."

The Queen Mother sighed and said, "This child is really pure-minded."

*** seemed to have just finished washing up and walked in quickly.

"Grandmother, isn't it enough for me, your own granddaughter, to accompany you? Come, I'll help you drink your medicine. If you feel better, I'll play the piano for you, okay?"

The Queen Mother chuckled and didn't think much about it. After drinking the medicine, she took a mouthful of candied fruit and said, "Now that you mention it, I remember the song Meng Yao played at my birthday party. Can you sing it?"

*** bit her lower lip hard and squeezed out the words almost word by word: "Of course, Grandmother, it's just that I'm not good at playing."

"Alas, there are not many people in our dynasty who can match Meng Yao's piano skills. You can just talk casually, and I'm also willing to listen casually." The Queen Mother waved her hand nonchalantly.

*** had a bright smile on her face: "Yes." But upon closer inspection, her smile did not reach her eyes, and her dark brown pupils were full of coldness.

After sitting in front of the Buddha statue for an entire afternoon, he finally copied a Buddhist scripture in neat handwriting, placed it in front of the Buddha, lit two sticks of sandalwood, and then left the temple, gently patting his back.

After sitting for a whole afternoon, her back and waist were stiff. Cuiwei also picked some fresh flowers and ran in to offer them in front of the Buddha, then chased out.

"Are you hungry, Princess? The vegetarian food in the temple looks good. Let's go and have a meal."

"You are always thinking about eating, girl. You must have eaten a lot of food made by Chef Li in Shuiyunjian recently. Your appetite has become very picky. You even like the vegetarian food in this temple."

"What can we do?" Cuiwei pouted, looking very aggrieved: "These are the only things we can eat in the temple. It's hard for the princess. She can't eat meat while praying."

Shen Mengyao curled her lips helplessly: "It's quiet and safe in the temple, don't follow me, go back as soon as possible after dinner, and keep an eye on Shuiyunjian. I'm afraid someone will come to cause trouble when I'm not around."

Cuiwei hesitated: "But no one is waiting for you, Princess."

"This is a spiritual practice. If you are sincere, your wish will come true. How can you ask someone to follow you and serve you?" Shen Mengyao glanced at her and said calmly, "You can go back first and send someone to bring my Raoliang here. I think this place is very beautiful and it is a good place to practice the piano. You can practice the piano to kill time when you have nothing to do."

Seeing that she was so persistent, Cuiwei had no choice but to nod in agreement.

The food in the temple was rough, but fortunately it tasted good. After dinner, Cuiwei went back. She knelt in front of the Buddhist hall and chanted scriptures sincerely.

Although she didn't believe it, since Lord Yang, who was always very effective, said so, she would naturally do her best to sincerely make the empress dowager's illness get better as soon as possible.

When I got up, the moon was hanging on the west window. I opened the window, the shadows of bamboos swayed, the moonlight was particularly pleasant, and the mountains in the distance were as dense as an ink painting in the dark night.

Just as she was about to close the window, a faint flute sound suddenly came from not far away.

This was a song she had never heard before. It was fresh and pleasant, and on this night, it seemed to be able to soothe one's fatigue.

Shen Mengyao listened to the entire piece and had already arranged the song in her mind. She immediately turned around, took the Raoliang instrument that had just been delivered before the evening, opened the cloth, tested the strings, and began to play the song.

In the quiet mountains, the sound of the piano floated particularly far away. The owner of the flute seemed to have heard it. After she started playing, the melodious flute sound passed through the layers of bamboo forest and reached Shen Mengyao's ears.

The two of them relied on their feelings and in just a moment, they had already combined the sounds of the piano. At that moment, the piano and the flute, they seemed to be a match made in heaven, the sound of nature.

After finishing playing this piece of music, Shen Mengyao still felt a little unsatisfied. She had never met such a harmonious performer before, and she didn't expect that there would be such a master in this Buddhist temple in the mountains.

She just rested for a moment, then started playing the piano, wanting to try the feeling of playing together again. But this time, after she finished playing half of the song, the sound of the flute seemed to disappear into the sky and completely disappeared.

She had no choice but to hold down the vibrating strings of the zither, sighed slowly, packed up her things and went back to sleep. A green shadow appeared on a towering tree outside, rolled up its long sleeves, jumped down the tree swiftly, stood outside the Buddhist temple for a moment, and then turned and left.

Early the next morning, before going to pray, Shen Mengyao went to find the abbot of the Buddhist temple.

"Abbot, is there a monk in your temple who plays the flute very well?"

The abbot clasped his hands together and shook his head gently: "I have never heard of this. Once you enter Buddhism, understanding the Dharma is your lifelong pursuit. I have never heard of anyone playing the flute well."

Shen Mengyao was slightly startled: "So that's how it is. Thank you for your help, Abbot."

At night, she sat in front of the piano, expecting the sound of the flute to appear again. After waiting for a while, sure enough, the same flute sound came slowly and leisurely.

Shen Mengyao immediately followed his tone. This was probably what it felt like to meet a soulmate and a worthy opponent.

After playing the piano, she wanted to go out to follow the sound to find the person playing the flute. There was a cool breeze blowing outside, which was particularly creepy. She did not give up, but lit a lamp and groped her way forward.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the lantern in his hand fell to the ground. The flames burned the paper lantern, leaving only a bamboo skeleton. A figure appeared like a ghost.

"My lord, what a coincidence."