After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 87 Entrustment
Fusheng's personality is that of a typical i person, and it is harder than climbing to the sky to make him laugh.

"Fusheng barely speaks more than three words a day in the Princess's residence. Sitting there, he's like invisible, no one paying attention. You have too many thoughts and a twisted mind, which is why you think so badly of him."

"From what you just said, I think you should talk to your master. I don't think your master really likes Fu Sheng."

If she really admired him, she wouldn't have acted so aggressively last night.

As expected, psychological problems are inevitable no matter what era we are in.

Fusheng's eyes trembled with a touch of emotion. He tilted his head slightly and his gaze fell on the woman's quiet little face. His fingertips quietly climbed up her fingers and hooked them.

A warm touch came from her fingertips, Shi Nuanyu slightly raised the corners of her lips, and clasped his middle finger with her backhand.

Don’t be afraid, I’m here to protect you, poor little thing.

The two men were so close that the people behind them could not see their little movements, but Guangde saw them clearly. He sneered and said,
"The Holy Son, who was placed with great hopes, has fallen into the mortal world and will never be able to rise again. I can't be the Holy Son, and neither can you. Neither of us will win in this day and age, hahahaha..."

Fusheng sighed slightly, "You shouldn't be like this."

He said no more and waved his hand to order people to take him away. Guangde was involved in attempted murder and conspiracy to murder the royal family. His crimes were only serious.

Shi Nuanyu shook her head helplessly, killing someone is so heartbreaking!

A short sentence is enough to make Guangde think for the rest of his life. He would be immersed in today's experience every day. Fusheng, whom he regarded as an enemy since childhood, did not have any hostility towards him. This was the biggest blow to him.

The word jealousy can really cause a lot of harm.

She squeezed the man's fingers to draw his attention back.

"The matter of Fuze Temple has been resolved. It's time for you to go back with me."

Fusheng's cold eyes fell on the woman's smiling face and he gently took her hand away.

"Your Highness, please go back first. Fusheng will never break his promise."

The decision that was never made before has been made today.

Meeting her puzzled gaze, Fusheng explained with a smile, "I still need to say goodbye to Master. Someone is waiting for Your Highness at the foot of the mountain."

Shi Nuanyu suddenly realized, "Then you go, I'll go down the mountain first."

After all, the abbot is his master and the one who raised him. A child always has to say goodbye to his family when he goes on a long journey.

Fusheng stared at her departing back for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. After a long while, he turned around and left in a different direction.

The Buddhist chants are lingering and the bell sounds are distant in Fuze Temple. In the Buddha Hall, a huge golden Buddha statue stands tall, gazing at the endless stream of pilgrims with kind eyes.

Fusheng stood outside the temple and watched. He walked to the statue, lit three incense sticks, and knelt down respectfully.

The fat monk stood beside him at some point and handed him the wooden fish with a smile.

"All the Buddhas you see are from your own mind. Once you understand this, your future is determined by you. The abbot has given you a message, so there is no need to go see him."

Fusheng was slightly stunned before finally taking the wooden fish. "Thank you, uncle."

He looked at the gods and Buddhas in the sky and questioned his own heart.

Shi Nuanyu was unable to go down the mountain and was stopped by Xiaoliu when she went down the first step.

At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged on the cushion in a slightly awkward manner, facing the stern abbot.

He knew it as well. He really couldn't give a good face to the evil girl who stole his beloved disciple, not to mention that she made a big fuss in the Discipline Hall last night.

Shi Nuanyu sat properly, not daring to show any disrespect.

The sky was setting in the west, and the afterglow was slanting. She had been sitting for a long time and her throat was dry. After a long time of mental preparation, she mustered up the courage to pour two cups of tea and shamelessly raised the teacup to hand it over.

"Master, please have some tea." The abbot slowly opened his eyes, placed the rosary on the table, took the tea and took a sip.

"Fusheng is a good boy. I beg you, Princess, to let him go if he wants to leave in the future."

The smile on Shi Nuanyu's face froze. She had thought that the abbot would ask her to set Fusheng free, or restore his status as the Son of God and keep him in Fuze Temple.

She had already thought of all the excuses to regain her freedom and did not want the abbot to give her the full right to choose.

"Master, Nuanyu's previous actions were too absurd. Now I just want to make up for the mistakes I made in the past. If Fusheng wants to leave, I will not stop him. As long as he asks..."

"Child," the old voice said with tolerance, "the past cannot be retrieved. It's not your fault."

Shi Nuanyu's pupils constricted, her eyes fixed on the abbot, and cold sweat broke out on her palms.

What do you mean it wasn't her fault?

Does he know something?
In my previous life's novels, I always saw peerless masters who knew things beyond the realm of the world. Could it be...

Perhaps understanding the meaning in her eyes, the abbot shook his head and said, "I don't have any extraordinary abilities. In front of the princess, I am just a master who is worried about his disciple."

"Fusheng is a stubborn child. Once he leaves Fuze Temple, he will never come back. My time is running out. I only hope that Fusheng can find the princess's protection and live a free and carefree life."

Shi Nuanyu gathered all her thoughts. The abbot wanted to entrust his life to her. Could it be that his ending really could not be changed?

She suppressed her uneasiness and solemnly promised, "As long as he stays in the palace, I will protect him."

The abbot took out the document for returning to secular life that he had prepared earlier and handed it to her.

"Princess, please leave it to Fusheng."

Shi Nuanyu took it and was confused. Why didn't the abbot give it to him himself, but let her, an outsider, give it to him?
The document in her hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, suffocating her. She wanted to ask more questions, but seeing the abbot close his eyes, she had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.

The Zen room became quiet again. Xiaoliu sneaked into the room and sat obediently next to the abbot.

"Master, why doesn't Senior Brother Du Ri stay?"

The abbot seemed to age instantly, and his pupils, which had been clear just now, became cloudy.

"From love arises sorrow, from love arises fear; if one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear."

"Fukuzawa Temple cannot accommodate Tohi."

His apprentice never came back.

Xiaoliu's little head was full of confusion. Fukuzawa Temple was so big, why couldn't it accommodate Brother Du Ri?

After leaving the Zen room, Nuanyu walked towards the light. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, but the warm light could not dispel her worries.

She walked down the stairs step by step with a heavy heart, looking at the cover of the document over and over again.

The abbot really gave her a big problem. If she handed this document directly to Fusheng, what would Fusheng think?
Will he think that I have ulterior motives for being here? Will he think that I am attracted by his beauty and don't want to let him go?
How distressing!

And what did the abbot mean by that? Why did he say it wasn't her fault?
Did you guess her identity?
Oh my God, she really doesn't want to be treated as a monster.

Shi Nuanyu walked along in a depressed mood and did not notice the carriage parked at the entrance of Fuze Temple. She found a deserted place and squatted down, wondering in boredom who would come to pick her up.

Suddenly, an ant carrying food and crawling with difficulty appeared in front of her. Her fighting spirit was instantly ignited. Ants are not afraid of difficulties, so why should she be afraid?

A lone traveler traveling thousands of miles should not be afraid of the rain ahead.

Thinking too much will only bring you trouble. Just let things take their course and you will have a smooth journey.

The author has something to say: A lone traveler who has traveled thousands of miles, why should he fear the rain on the road ahead? From - Jin Dynasty. Lu Qingyang's "Pozhen Qu"