Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 118

Only then did Shangguan Feng realize that Mo Li's face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were also bluish-black. Only then did Shangguan Feng realize that Mo Li was just supporting the stone steps that accompanied him.

Shangguan Feng scolded himself for being careless. Now that Mo Li is more than five months old, how can he be so tired? Shangguan Feng asked nervously: "Mo Li, how are you? What's wrong?"

Mo Li closed his eyes, and he seemed to be able to hear his heart beating like a drum in his ears. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his feet were suspended. Mo Li smiled forcedly: "Hehe, Shangguan, I have nothing to do, maybe I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm a little tired."

Shangguan Feng stepped forward and knocked on the gilt copper ring in front of the temple gate: "Open the door, is there anyone?"

The entire block of carved marble was glowing with a cold light, and the blue marble door creaked open. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old nun in a gray robe saw Shangguan Feng put his hands together: "Amitabha, the almsgiver has a distinguished guest in the nunnery today. So today the nunnery does not receive pilgrims."

Mo Li staggered to the next step, his chest was so stuffy that he panicked, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he spat out a mouthful of sour water. Shangguan Feng anxiously supported Mo Li: "Mo Li, how are you doing?"

Worrying and fearing all night, plus the 99 steps, it would take half a day for an ordinary person to climb, not to mention that she was struggling to walk up just now, and her legs were already sore.

Mo Li was a little chilly all over, and his lips that had not much color were now completely colorless and said weakly: "Little master, this disciple is here to see my mother. Please help me, little master. I just want to see my mother." Is mother okay now?"

The little nun looked up and down Mo Li, who was pale and drenched in sweat: "What's your mother's name?"

Mo Li: "Mother's lay name is Furong."

The little nun: "Okay, I'll go ask the teacher, and I'll be right back." Before Mo Li could thank him, he had already left the gate and disappeared.

Mo Li leaned on Shangguan Peak's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His eyelashes like butterfly wings were like two butterflies resting their feet, covering the blue and black under Mo Li's eyes, making Mo Li's complexion pale and almost transparent.

Shangguan Feng put his arms around Mo Li, fearing that Mo Li would fall down like this, stroking his sweat-drenched hair, hoping that this would relieve Mo Li's pain, and looking up at the green smoke slowly rising from the ridge of the roof, for the first time I meditate in my heart, Lord Buddha blesses.

There is a hot spring in the depths of Jing'an nunnery, the water quality is soft, the taste is sweet, and the most wonderful thing is that there is a long and thin waterfall in the east of this spring water, which is one inch wide and one foot high.

The top of the hot spring pool is full of white smoke all year round, and the pool water is fragrant. Surrounded by white smoke, you can't see the whole picture of the hot spring pool. You can only hear the sound of rushing water. Cooking tea with spring water can relieve pain, and bathing in this spring water is even more beautiful. Skin is smoothed.

Shitai Jingci sat on the gossip seat beside the hot spring pool and Prime Minister Mo Kun sat opposite him. Between them was a chess piece made of white marble, and beside him was a purple sand teapot.

The teacher's slender hands were unusually white and tender, with a shiny black chess piece between her full nails, she placed it on the chessboard and said leisurely, "Brother Kun, you lost."

"Haha..." Mo Kun raised his head and laughed loudly: "Jingci's chess skills have improved a lot."

Jingci smiled and poured tea for herself, put the teacup gently on her red lips and whispered, "Thank you Brother Kun, Jing Kong taught me these few moves of mine."

As soon as the tea entered, Jingci frowned and said, "It's better to brew it in Jingkong, I can't make it with such a sweet taste."

(End of this chapter)