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Chapter 530 This palace has bound him for four years, since he can't let go, let him go

"it is good."

Princess Rong was kind and kind, and nodded with a smile.

"Mother, do you want to leave now?"

Lin Jingcheng was concerned about his two younger sisters, with worried eyes.

"Do not worry."

Princess Rong seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and said with confidence: "They will be fine."

"My son wants to take a look at Dijun."

How could Lin Jingcheng feel relieved, he still hesitated to leave.

"Father, where are you going?"

Just at this moment, Lin Fuxi's heart-piercing cry came from Fenglin Palace.

"Fuxi!"

Lin Jingcheng choked for breath, struggled to get up without thinking, and rushed into the palace.

"Emperor?!"

The oncoming figure made him stop abruptly, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Amitabha."

The emperor had already shaved ordained to become a monk, put on a monk's robe, and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Father, do you really want to leave me alone?"

Lin Fuxi chased out of the bedroom crying and howling, her hoarse voice made people feel bitter.

"Emperor."

Lin Jingcheng's figure flashed, blocking Dijun's way.

"Benefactor, please step aside."

The emperor's dantian is damaged, he has no magic power, and is no different from ordinary people.

His expression remained unchanged, neither sad nor happy, he silently recited a few words of Amitabha, and walked around him.

"Dijun, what do you mean?"

Lin Jingcheng moved his feet and blocked his way again.

"Father, why do you want to become a monk?"

Lin Fuxi chased out from the palace, tugged on the emperor's sleeve, and cried bitterly: "Why did you leave me? Fuxi is only 13 years old, and I don't want to be without a father."

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Daoran."

The emperor's heart was ashamed, and he brushed away his daughter's hand.

"Emperor."

Lin Jingcheng couldn't bear it, and wanted to persuade him again, the void in front of the bedroom suddenly fluctuated, and a figure of extraordinary elegance and majesty appeared.

"Let him go."

The empress took a deep look at Dijun and sighed sadly.

"Queen Mother?!"

Lin Fuxi couldn't believe it, and burst into tears.

"This imperial palace has bound him for four years."

The Empress's eyes were dim, and she felt deeply disappointed: "Since he can't let go, let him go. At least the sea and the sky outside are free and unrestrained. It's more comfortable than living in the palace."

"Amitabha, thank you for your understanding."

The emperor clasped his hands together, bowed and saluted, Shi Shiran turned and left.

"Father, where are you going?"

Lin Fuxi ran after her crying and howling, trying to stop her.

"Fu Xi."

The female emperor's eyes dimmed, and she appeared a little stern: "No more nonsense, you break into the palace without authorization, damage the palace gates, and have a bad influence. If you go to the ancestral hall, you will be punished by kneeling, and no one will be allowed to intercede."

"Queen Mother?"

Lin Fuxi was not reconciled and wanted to argue.

"Fu Xi, stop talking."

Lin Jingcheng pulled her into his arms, thereby gagging her mouth.

"Woooooo."

Lin Fuxi's forehead was pressed against his cousin's warm chest, crying out of grief.

The empress sighed sadly, and disappeared into the void.

"Fu Xi."

Feeling sad, Ye Xiuyan walked forward slowly, caressing her hair softly and comfortingly: "Let them settle the grievances of the previous generation by themselves. Your Majesty is not feeling well when the emperor leaves the palace. Today's matter, is it right?" We are being reckless, otherwise we wouldn't have made such a fuss, forcing the emperor to leave."

"My aunt knelt down in the ancestral hall, and my cousin stayed with you."

Lin Jingcheng's ears turned red, and his eyes showed shame: "It's my cousin's fault, I shouldn't be so impulsive, driving Dijun to a dead end."

"Woooooo."

Lin Fuxi cried even more sadly when she thought of her father's heartlessness.

(End of this chapter)