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

Chapter 120

"Amitabha, benefactor, the presiding master said that there is nothing called hibiscus in our nunnery. Please come back, benefactor." The young nun told Mo Li truthfully.

"What did you say? No, how could it be possible? Mother said she would go to Jing'an Nunnery to practice. How could she not?" Mo Li suddenly thought of her mother who was trapped in the dream.

The desolate cry for help was like a gust of cold wind in late autumn that instantly froze Mo Li's internal organs, his limbs were frozen stiff, and the blood in his body seemed to have stopped. Mo Li felt that his eyes were pitch black.

"Mo Li, Mo Li." Shangguan Feng hugged the fainted Mo Li.

Too tired, running all the way, coupled with mental and physical exhaustion, how can a person who is pregnant with Liujia bear it, Shangguanfeng looked at the little nun: "Little master, please do a good deed, my wife is looking for Mother hasn't rested all night, and it's already noon now, and she hasn't even had a sip of water yet, so I'm begging you, little master."

"Amitabha, please come with the poor nun. There is a small Zen room where the poor nun can let the benefactor rest." Seeing Mo Li's filial piety, the little nun couldn't help but think of her mother.

On the small kang built with green bricks, a small table was placed on top of it, and sandalwood was hovering in the small bronze incense burner. Shangguanfeng put Mo Li on the small kang.

Seeing the teapot on the table, Shangguan Feng picked up the teapot and quickly poured some tea for Mo Li to drink. Maybe he was thirsty, and Mo Li's mouth wriggled quickly until he drank the third cup. He let out a deep breath and continued to sleep.

The little nun saw that Mo Li was getting better and said, "Benefactor, this female benefactor must have moved her fetus. We have a very good Shiquan Baotai Pill in the Herbal Food Hall, which is a very good birth-preserving medicine. Please follow the poor nun." Pick it up. When the benefactor wakes up, the poor nun is preparing a fast meal for the two benefactors."

Shangguan Feng returned the salute and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you, Master." Shangguan Feng glanced at Mo Li, the heavy breathing indicated that she was sleeping soundly, and she was really exhausted.

Shangguan Feng picked up Mo Li's cloak and covered his body, turned around and made a gesture of invitation: "Master, please lead the way."

Shangguanfeng walked with the little nun on the nine-curved corridor. Every beam is carved with statues of Bodhisattvas. The thousands of hands behind the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara are carved meticulously and superbly.

Although this nunnery is not magnificent, but it is also of great value everywhere, Shangguan Feng frowned, this nunnery may not be as simple as it appears on the surface.

Shangguanfeng saw that the little nun in front of her was walking forward with her head bowed, and disappeared into the corridor in a flash. The little nun continued to walk forward, not knowing at all that Shangguanfeng was no longer behind her.

Shangguanfeng stood on the roof, gray ridges, gray tiles, the houses were arranged in an orderly manner, but a fog in the distance caught Shangguanfeng's attention.

There seems to be a house in the misty room, but it is very different. The blue glazed tiles are shining brightly under the sunlight, like stars in the night sky, shining brightly.

Shangguanfeng used Lingbo microsteps, and the shadow moved like a phantom on the top of the blue glazed tiles. Shangguanfeng looked up quietly, and faintly saw a man in a dark purple silk dress, and a nun in a gray robe The two hugged each other tightly, entwined neck to neck.

(End of this chapter)