The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 585 Extra Ji Wuwang if line

(Warm reminder: My dear children, the timeline goes back to Chapter 491, the day when the heroine Jiang Wantang left the palace~)

After leaving the palace, as soon as the carriage drove out of the capital, Jiang Wantang received news from Foguang Temple - Prince Ji Wuwang of Zhenbei had woken up!

After three months, her little brother Xiaoqi finally woke up...

When Jiang Wantang received the news, his eyes immediately turned red and he immediately turned around and rushed to Foguang Temple.

Foguang Temple.

The yellow walls are mottled, the green trees are shady, the ancient trees stand tall, and their branches and leaves are like a canopy...

Jiang Wantang, holding up her skirt, ran devoutly up hundreds of stone steps and hurried all the way to the meditation room in the backyard of the temple.

But when he reached the door to the backyard, he was stopped by the Grand Master.

Imperial Master Jikong held Buddhist beads in his hand, his expression kind and gentle: "Empress, please stay."

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, looking at him with a puzzled look: "National Master, what do you mean?"

As she spoke, her expression instantly became nervous: "Could it be that Brother Xiaoqi..."

The Imperial Master smiled and shook his head, saying gently: "Your Majesty, please don't worry. The King of Zhenbei is fine. He just woke up and is still weak..."

Hearing this, Jiang Wantang breathed a sigh of relief, but still insisted, "Master, I just want to see him. Just a glimpse from a distance will be enough. I won't disturb his rest."

The Imperial Master sighed and said helplessly, "It's not that I don't allow Your Majesty to come in, it's simply that the Prince has ordered you not to see anyone."

Jiang Wantang was stunned for a moment, then said stubbornly, "Please, Master Imperial Master, please go in and pass the message along."

She wanted to see with her own eyes whether he was really awake and whether he was really safe and sound.

"This..." The Imperial Master frowned, looking troubled. Seeing her stubborn expression, he hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Never mind. I'll go in and tell the Empress."

A moment later, the person who came out was not the national teacher Jikong, but Shi Lin, the trusted general of Ji Wuwang.

Shi Lin walked up to Jiang Wantang, bowed, and said respectfully, "Miss Jiang, I'm sorry, my master... doesn't want to see you."

"He asked me to bring you a message..."

"He said that he is now in good health and asked you not to look for him again in the future and just live your life well."

Jiang Wantang's pupils trembled, and her eyes unconsciously turned red. She murmured, "Doesn't he want to see me anymore?"

After saying that, she curled the corners of her lips and smiled bitterly: "That's right, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have almost died..."

Shi Lin felt sorry for her when he saw her eyes were slightly red and her fingertips were tightly clutching the handkerchief. He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say it.

I can only say tactfully: "Miss Jiang, my prince...he is actually doing this for your own good..."

"I know..." Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes and spoke softly.

Shi Lin said again: "Miss Jiang, it's getting late, let's go down the mountain early..."

"Your Highness, we are here to take care of you. You will be fine."

Jiang Wantang nodded, stood there in a daze for a while, then turned and left.

Shi Lin stood at the backyard door, looking at her distraught figure, sighed helplessly, and turned back to report.

At this moment, a white figure disappeared from under the towering ancient trees in the backyard...

Jiang Wantang turned around and left but did not go down the mountain. Instead, he went to the main hall in the front yard of the temple.

She first went to burn incense in front of the longevity tablets of her relatives.

In the curling green smoke, the name on the longevity tablet was faintly visible. Jiang Wantang knelt down three times and inserted three incense sticks into the bronze censer. When he turned around, he saw a familiar figure standing under the Bodhi tree in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in plain monk's robes, holding a rosary and clasping his hands. The sunlight filtered through the mottled leaves and fell on his smooth head, casting a dim glow...

It was Xiao Jingheng, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.

When Jiang Wantang looked up, the latter also looked back at her.

The two looked at each other, and the former high spirits had faded from Xiao Jingheng's brows, leaving only a dead calm.

Jiang Wantang paused slightly as the latter was already walking towards her.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have heard that Xiao Jingheng had become a monk.

Xiao Jingheng walked to a distance in front of her and stopped, opened his mouth, and the word "Tang'er" almost came out of his mouth...

Then he realized something, clasped his hands together, and nodded slightly: "Amitabha, Mr. Jiang, how are you..."

Two people stood in the courtyard, one in a pink gauze dress, the other in a plain Taoist robe, facing each other...

At this moment, the wind suddenly blew, the pink skirt fluttered, and the plain Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, just like the scene when the two grew up and first met under the peach tree in Jiang Mansion.

When the peach blossoms fall, I realize spring is over, and I begin to feel deeply...

The world is just a dream, how many times will life experience the chill of autumn?

The story begins with tenderness, but ends with a tenderness that only matches the beginning...

The breeze rustled through the Bodhi tree, and the leaves rustled, as if sighing at the impermanence of life...

Jiang Wantang looked at him calmly, his tone indifferent: "Xiao Jingheng, how are you?"

This was the first time in this life that the two had a calm conversation, like familiar strangers.

Xiao Jingheng felt a pang in his heart, and he smiled faintly, saying, "Donor Jiang, there is no Xiao Jingheng from Pingyang Marquis Mansion in this world. There is only the monk named Liaochen from Foguang Temple..."

Jiang Wantang looked at him with complicated eyes, said nothing more, nodded slightly, and walked away.

When she reached the door, Jamel Xiao suddenly turned around and called her again, his eyes reluctant to leave: "Tang'er!"

Jiang Wantang paused slightly but did not stop.

Xiao Jingheng continued, "You said that what you liked was never the sweet-scented osmanthus candy, but the young man in white who gave you the sweet-scented osmanthus candy. And that young man was not me..." (Hint: in Chapter 474 of the text)

"So, it's Prince Ji Wuwang of Zhenbei...right?"

"The young man in white in your mind is him, right?"

At this moment, Jiang Wantang had already stopped walking. She turned around and said with certainty, "Yes, it's him."

Xiao Jingheng's pupils trembled suddenly, and he staggered back a few steps, his eyes red, and he murmured: "No wonder... No wonder..."

Jiang Wantang looked at him calmly, then turned and left.

Jamel Xiao stared blankly at her leaving figure, tears streaming down his red eyes...

The sky is not old, the love is not over...

It’s all because of a deep thought that troubles you throughout your life. You can’t get it, and you can’t forget it!

The sea of ​​suffering, cannot be crossed...

Let go of the dust, let go of the dust, let go of the mundane world.

At that time, Jiang Wantang knelt quietly before the Buddha in the main hall, eyes closed, hands clasped together, still showing no intention of leaving the mountain...

At the same time, in the meditation room in the backyard of Foguang Temple.

Ji Wuwang, a thin man in a white brocade robe, was sitting under the ginkgo tree in the courtyard...

Since waking up, he sat there for several hours, with a stern expression on his face and not saying a word. It was very scary.

At this time, Shi Lin came over and whispered, "Master, I have done everything you instructed. Miss Jiang should have left by now..."

Ji Wuwang, sitting in front of the stone table, clenched his hands and said nothing.

The Imperial Master beside him couldn't bear to watch this anymore, so he shook his head and sighed, "Your Highness, why do you have to do this?"

"For her, I would risk my life..."

"Now that the doom has been overcome, you're clearly still thinking about it and can't let it go."

"Here comes someone, and you refuse to even see him..."

"Why torture yourself like this?"

Ji Wuwang loosened his hands, raised his eyes with a wry smile, his eyes slightly red, and his voice was hoarse and trembling: "Master, I'm late..."

"I'm late..."