The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

"You don't need to pay, why should Feng be distressed, this country is poorer, it doesn't compare with the richness of other countries, does it?"

Sure enough, Feng Qining glanced at Murong Li, this man really deserved to be an emperor, at this time, the first thing he thought of was his own country.
"Rimi, if you dare to use the treasury's money to build temples, then I will burn your treasury immediately."

Feng Qining gave him a warning look, it was better to buy something for the poor than to build a temple, it was a waste of money to eat without eating.

"Don't worry, Feng, I don't believe in this, so naturally I won't pay for it. After all, I haven't built a royal temple since I ascended the throne" [

Having said that, there is no guilt in Murong Li's words. If he is asked to pay, it must be useful. To fix it, first, he will not go to worship, and second, he has no concubine, and now he has Feng Qi Ning this queen, according to what he knew about her, she would rather sleep in bed than worship gods and Buddhas.

"Well, that's good. By the way, if you haven't gone back for so long, aren't you afraid that someone will usurp the throne?"

Feng Qining said in a low voice, Murong Li's heavy eyes fluttered with confidence: "What are you afraid of, if those people are not afraid that I will suddenly go back and kill them all, just do it well."

Rest assured here, he is naturally relieved, Zi is there to help him watch, and there have been no major projects recently, no wars, nothing happened in the court, he appeared for a while, what could happen?

Feng Qining was relieved, thinking of Murongli's confidantes, those people, any one of them is a role in their own right, let alone his people in the court, it is estimated that nothing will happen.

While talking, Feng Qining also came to the temple. The entrance of Wuxiang Temple was deserted, with only a few monks sweeping fallen leaves. Directly opposite him was Wuxiang Temple. Contrary to Wuxiang Temple, Wuxiang Temple was full of incense, and everyone was about to die. Threshold broken.

Feng Qining looked at this scene and thought it was funny, King Jin must have done it on purpose, the gate was not facing him, but he was facing someone else, isn't this the so-called rivalry?

Feng Qining walked to the Wuxiang Temple, went in and put on a stick of incense. When she turned around, a monk stood behind her. Seeing her face, the monk stared at her for a while.

"Like, really like"

The monk gave Feng Qining an answer that made her feel inexplicable, like, what does she look like?Could it be that she looks like a statue?

"Master, do you know what the little girl looks like?"

"Amitabha, does the donor want to stay here for one night?"

Uh, Feng Qining was a little dumbfounded, the master would actually change the subject, but he was really right, she was just about to ask if she could stay here for a night.

“I don't know if it is convenient”

The master didn't explain it, and Feng Qining didn't force it. Such an eminent monk's words always implied mystery. She didn't want to guess too much. If something really happened, she would know it in a short time.

"Of course, please come with the poor monk"

The master was about to lead the way ahead, Feng Qining looked at it, felt Feng Qining's gaze, Murong Li turned her face away, Feng Qining winked at him, beckoning him to come quickly, I don't know what Feng Qining is up to However, Murong Li still obeyed.

"Limei, the master said there is still room available, you can stay here for one night"

Feng Qining said happily that she was really happy. She saw so many people and thought that there would be no room for a long time, but she didn't expect there to be any. [