Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight reflected by the steel equipment appeared in front of Tang Wenwan's eyes.

Without waiting for Tang Wenwan to think about it, she instinctively pounced towards the beam of light.

"Puch~"

"Puch~"

There were two muffled sounds at the same time.

A samurai sword stabbed into Tang Wenwan's shoulder, and a hermit fell beside Tang Wenwan with blood spurting out of his neck.

Tang Wenwan only felt that the black and white in front of her eyes gradually blurred, and she could faintly hear a low voice command of "Protect the prince~" in her ears.

It hurts! It hurts like hell!

When Tang Wenwan opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder.

"Are you okay~ You finally woke up!"

What she saw when she opened her eyes was the enlarged face of Black King Kong. Tang Wenwan instinctively shrank back in fear, and the wound was torn and she burst into tears:

"Why are you still here? It hurts so much~~~mmmm~~~"

Guan Ben Liangxiong was frightened by her sudden howl and stepped back, thinking that he had touched her wound. He was at a loss and panicked.

"Get off and drive!"

"Sister, sister, you finally woke up. Drink this medicine. Master said it can relieve the pain."

Hashimoto Yuki took a lot of effort to squeeze to the bedside, holding the medicine and looking at Tang Wenwan carefully.

"Xiaoxue~~What's wrong with me? It hurts!"

Tang Wenwan finally saw a face that made her feel at ease, and she felt even more aggrieved. She held her mouth and tried her best to stop crying.

"Sister, you are so brave. You dared to block the knife with your body. What a great merit you must have!"

With an admiring look on her face, Hashimoto Xue poured medicine into Tang Wenwan's mouth and praised her sincerely.

"Did I block the knife? Why did I block the knife? Am I seeing a ghost? It hurts so much~ Ugh~"

Tang Wenwan, grimacing in pain, was unable to extricate herself from her own pain and was completely unable to devote herself to the role of a life-saving hero.

Guan Ben Liangxiong looked at the little girl lying on the bed, who was almost paler than her Taoist robe, with great guilt. Hearing her humming for a while, he felt even more sorry. He didn't know what else he could do, so he looked to Qianqiu for help.

"Thank you Miss Tang for saving the prince's life!"

Qianqiu suddenly appeared with the hermits and knelt on the floor in Tang Wenwan's small bedroom.

"Ah~ this~ you~"

Tang Wenwan suddenly felt embarrassed and didn't know whether she should say "stand up" at this time.

"You should escort the prince back to his room to rest first. There will definitely be consequences if this happens. The safety of the temple is in your hands."

At this time, Kosuke Hashimoto slowly walked in from the door. He looked at Tang Wenwan, who was lying on the bed with a smile on his face. Although her face was pale with pain, her spirit was high and she looked like an 18-year-old girl again. He was very relieved.

"Master~"

Ever since she asked to stay and study Zen meditation, Tang Wenwan officially followed Hashimoto Xue and called her master.

"There is no need to explain the fate, and there is no need to be confused. For you and him, it is all cultivation."

As if he knew what Tang Wenwan wanted to say to him, Hashimoto Kosuke raised his hand to signal her not to say anything more.

"Yeah~ It hurts~"

Tang Wenwan was choked a little suddenly, opened her mouth, thought for a moment and continued to scream in pain, thinking that this practice was a bit too painful.

Looking at Tang Wenwan's wound, Hashimoto Kousuke nodded and said with his hands behind his back.

"Now you can finally compare the pain in your heart and the pain in your body."

This sentence suddenly made Tang Wenwan no longer feel pain. She then remembered that the heart-wrenching pains in her previous life seemed to have not appeared in her memory for a long time.

"Prince, if we continue to stay here, I'm afraid it will bring disaster to the temple."

In the prince's inner chamber, Qianqiu stood beside the prince with his hands hanging down and gave advice respectfully. What Hashimoto Kosuke had just said to him made him more aware of the seriousness of the matter.

"Is he from the princess's side?"

"Intelligence says that the princess is launching an anti-Buddhist campaign recently."

Qianqiu did not give a direct answer, but reported a new piece of information.

"I want to implicate others~"

Guan Ben Liangxiong nodded. This sister has always been brave and resourceful and is a good opponent.

"Leave a team of guards in the temple, and we will take Teacher Wanwan back to the palace."

"~"

Qianqiu was a little stuck for a moment. This crazy prince has always been vindictive, so it is understandable that he would return to the palace to take action. However, Miss Wanwan had just been seriously injured because of him, and he still wanted to drag her into the storm. Is this really a way of repaying a favor?

"Neither the host nor Miss Tang may agree."

After struggling for a while, Qianqiu couldn't help but let out a sigh of displeasure.

"Do you think I've changed recently?"

When he looked up, he suddenly saw the prince's huge face enlarged in front of him, and Qianqiu was so scared that he fell backwards.

"Have you?"

Qianqiu was so frightened that his brain was almost deprived of oxygen.

"If this happened normally, with the degree of my madness, I wouldn't be able to touch her openly, and I would destroy the princess's mansion in secret."

Miyamoto Ryoo stood up and analyzed himself, and found that he didn't quite recognize himself now.

“But now the mania is becoming more manageable, to the point where I can actually calm down and think.

I suddenly felt that perhaps confrontation didn’t have to be so bloody. We, people of faith, play at a higher level.”

Guan Benliangxiong was immersed in his own changes and completely ignored Qianqiu's confused expression.

"But, but what does this have to do with Miss Tang?"

"Haven't you realized yet that my controllability started from learning painting from her?"

"Uh~"

Qiu Qian really felt that it was far-fetched, but he really had no better reason to refute it. Tang Wenwan's wailing expression unconsciously emerged in his mind again.

"By the way~Have you dealt with those consultants jumping around the princess's mansion? She hurt me, and it would be rude to her if I didn't respond to her with a triple double~"

"Don't worry, Prince. It has been dealt with."

Qianqiu stood at attention and replied readily.

Looking at the face that had returned to its sinister form, I felt like I had found my soul back.

"Is that how it should be? If you stop being crazy, we won't know what to do."

He looked at the back of the person who had turned around, dimly lit in the dim light, with joy in his heart.

………………

"The Imperial Guard Defense War?"

When Miyamoto Ryoo told Hashimoto Kosuke the current situation of the royal family and the countermeasures he had thought of, all he got was silence in the room.

"You and my mother are old friends, and you know my mother's beliefs.

Since my mother passed away, the princess has been slandering my mother for the right of succession.

She even slandered her beliefs in an attempt to irritate me.

Force me to go crazy and attack her, so that I can have a reason to take the position."

"This amulet my sister gave me brought me here. I believe it must have been arranged by my mother.

Here, I discovered that the true power of the amulet is that it can not only change me, but also change everyone.

So, since the princess was provoking me again, she even went so far as to hire someone to assassinate me in the temple to create public opinion that would kill two birds with one stone.

Why don't we let her see the true power of faith?"

Guan Benliangxiong was rarely emotionally stable and fully stated the resentment in his heart and his own countermeasures. He was surprised himself after he finished speaking, and picked up the teacup in front of him, waiting for Hashimoto Kosuke's thoughts.

"Why does it have to be Wanwan?"

Kosuke Hashimoto poured him some more tea and asked.

“She succeeded in making me see myself. Her true salvation for me was not physical, but spiritual.

Therefore, with her presence, the soul of the royal guard is there.

Under her guidance, I will paint my heart for everyone, and let everyone see my true intention in pledging to be a wise ruler."

Guan Ben Liangxiong became more and more excited as he spoke, and this time there was no violence or forbearance in his red eyes, but only longing and hope.