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

After leaving this instruction, the eldest prince turned away.

Zhiyuan slapped his head in worry.

Take it back? How should he get it back? After this incident, Shen Mengyao might have started to doubt him. How could he have a chance to get close to her again?

But tonight he really couldn't get close to her, so he had to leave her unwillingly.

Shen Mengyao finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the footsteps outside the door had left. She locked the door and opened the east window. Outside were stacked temples and a bright moon hung on the eaves. The scene was particularly beautiful.

"Are you still here? Thank you for what happened today. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would have gone through. Why don't we be friends?"

Shen Mengyao deliberately paused for a moment, waiting for the other party's response. Only a slight sound of wind passed through the temple and blew the wind chimes hanging under the eaves.

“Are you a monk?”

She asked again, but unfortunately no one responded. She didn't know if the other person was still there. She probably saw the two people leave, so she left with peace of mind. Finally, she left a message without giving up: "Can you come again tomorrow? This song is very nice, we can play it together."

Everything seemed like she was just talking to herself, so she had no choice but to close the window and spend this difficult night.

On the second day, she was still thinking about whether to send more people. Because this was a national temple, she relaxed her vigilance. But then she thought, the eldest prince had just suffered a defeat here yesterday, and he would definitely not get close to her again in a short time.

After reciting sutras devoutly for a whole day, I returned to the meditation room exhausted. The sun had just set on the side of the mountain, turning the entire mountain into a golden color.

The vegetarian meal was not very appetizing to her, so she leaned against the window and admired the scenery outside for a while. The sun had not yet completely set.

When there was still a little afterglow on the top of the mountain, the sound of the flute rang out again. He hurried back to the room, took out the Raoliang instrument and placed it in front of the window. He plucked the instrument with his bare hands and the sound flowed out.

The musical sounds of the two people follow and harmonize with each other, perfectly matching each other.

After finishing the last note, Shen Mengyao just felt refreshed. How wonderful it would be if the rest of her life could be so leisurely and beautiful, with harmony between the zither and the harp.

She looked out the window: "I don't know if you are still here. You saved me last night, right? Thank you for saving my life. It helped me solve a major problem for the time being."

Suddenly, a short flute sound was heard outside. It seemed that the man heard it and was responding to himself.

Shen Mengyao was in a good mood and walked out quickly: "Is it convenient for you to see me? We can talk about music together."

Suddenly, she saw a green shadow leaving the eaves, but it did not completely disappear from her sight, but appeared a little behind the wall.

Yesterday, he helped me like that, so he must not be a bad person. Thinking of this, Shen Mengyao didn't have any worries and quickly followed him.

After passing the temple, there is a mountain range behind, with green hills and the afterglow gradually disappearing beyond the peaks. The sky darkens and the sound of a brook can be heard in my ears.

She was a little nervous and stopped to move forward when a stone was suddenly thrown from somewhere and startled the green grass in front of her.

Suddenly, countless fireflies flew out from the grass and lingered around her. The scene was so beautiful that she gently stretched out her index finger and a firefly landed on her fingertips.

"So beautiful, thank you."

No one responded in the wind. Shen Mengyao sighed and asked with a smile, "I always feel like I know you. Can you tell me who you are?"

Qingying, who was sitting behind the tree canopy, picked up the wine jug on his waist and took a sip of wine.

When I met her in the capital before, she was always cautious and prudent. No matter where she was, she always kept in mind etiquette first, and her reservedness seemed to suppress her nature.

Here, one can actually see some of her girlish innocence.

Qingying took a sip of wine and left quietly.

Shen Mengyao didn't get a response for a long time, so after sitting down and admiring the beautiful scenery for a while, she went back.

The next day, Cuiwei came just after she came back from chanting sutras and brought a lot of food. However, she remembered that meat was not allowed in the cafeteria, so she only brought some cakes.

Shen Mengyao was not in a hurry to eat, but just asked her: "Is there any news from the palace? How is the Queen Mother?"

Cuiwei placed the cakes in the box on the table one by one: "It is said that the condition has improved recently. It seems that the princess's blessing has really worked."

Shen Mengyao shook her head calmly: "Reciting scriptures and praying for blessings is just to seek peace of mind. The most important thing is to take medicine to cure the disease. Don't make the mistake of priorities."

Cui smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Emperor is also very concerned about the Empress Dowager's illness and has consulted many famous doctors."

"That's good." Shen Mengyao breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she remembered that in her previous life, the empress dowager seemed to have been ill for a long time and had been bedridden ever since. The medicine she took only allowed her body to hold on slightly. She didn't know if she would be better this time.

She only hoped that the Queen Mother would be safe and live a long life.

Cuiwei looked around the room. The mountain was very damp and the corners were a little moldy. She turned around and said unhappily, "It's a national temple after all. Why can't it be repaired? When has the princess ever suffered such hardship since she was a child?"

"It's only temporary. Be patient. I'm not here to enjoy myself. Half a month will pass quickly." Shen Mengyao smiled faintly, tasted a few bites of cakes, and lit the candle again: "You go back first. I heard from the abbot that it might be better to make a longevity quilt and pray for the Queen Mother."

"Well, Princess, you must not get too tired." Cuiwei said as she packed up her things and walked out quickly.

The few days in the Buddhist temple were rare and quiet, with occasional sounds of piano and flute to pass the time. Seeing that the day was approaching, Shen Mengyao told the host in advance.

Shen Mengyao clasped her hands together, nodded and chuckled, "Thank you for your care these days, Master Abbot. Tomorrow will be the 15th day. After praying for blessings tomorrow, I want to leave tonight."

"Donor, why are you in such a hurry? The chanting will be finished before sunset tomorrow. I heard it's already very late. The road in the mountains is not easy to walk on. Why don't you stay overnight and leave the next day?"

Shen Mengyao sighed and said worriedly, "I am really concerned about the Queen Mother's condition, so I can't wait any longer. After I return, I want to go to the palace immediately to pay my respects and present the Buddhist scriptures to the Queen Mother."

The abbot nodded slightly and said, "Since you have made your decision, I can't say anything more. Please walk slowly and be careful."

Shen Mengyao nodded, turned and left the Buddhist hall.

She didn't notice that the moment she stepped out of the door, a figure suddenly left the window and walked into the path.