Empress is forced to be the favorite concubine every day

Chapter 622 This Is Too Unpalatable
The mountain breeze passes through the border, and the sunset is magnificent.

Among the greenery all over the mountains and plains, the golden dome of the Daxiong Palace is dazzling.

Da Ci'en Temple has been in existence for more than 500 years, and it has been expanded and renovated more than ten times before it has the simple and majestic momentum it is today.

However, this place is very different from what Song Lieyin imagined at first.

Not because of foreign objects, but because of the people here.

Ci'en, the ancient temple, and the monk, the more they look at it, the more they are against harmony.

Song Lieyin followed Ye Xin half a step away, his thoughts racing.

Ye Xin looked back several times, and finally couldn't help reminding her master in a low voice, "Be careful of the slippery road."

Song Lieyin sighed deeply, and squinted at her, "Be careful that walls have ears."

Ye Xin nodded incredulously, then turned around and straightened her chest, and continued walking towards the dining hall as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Fuzi followed behind the two of them, carefully guarding all the way.

Although there should be nothing wrong with this trip, how dare he slack off.
About a quarter of an hour later, the three of them arrived at a row house on the hillside of Lancui Peak.

The little monk guarding the courtyard gate clasped his hands together, "My concubine Qing, please come with the poor monk."

Ye Xin replied politely, "Please, little master."

The three of them entered the courtyard. The simple wooden row houses were transparent from the north to the south, and they could be seen from the beginning to the end at a glance.

Soon, the monk's footsteps stopped at the door of the most middle room.

"Please, Concubine Qing, it will be inconvenient for the monk to go in."

Ye Xin: "I'm tired."

When the three of them entered the room, several eyes were cast on them.

Song Lieyin raised his eyes, and quickly looked around the situation in the house.

There are no high tables and chairs here, but only individual tables and futons.

Empress Dowager Ruan and Hong Feng sat behind the two front seats, one on the left and one on the right.

There are also five tall and slender monks with solemn expressions sitting under Hongfeng's left hand.

Leng Furong sat alone on the seat below the right hand of Empress Dowager Ruan, looking a little nervous.

Song Lieyin secretly laughed, it was rare for Leng Furong to know how to be afraid.
But it's a pity that I've already entered the tiger's den, and I'm afraid it's too late.

Ye Xin paid a salute to Queen Mother Ruan unhurriedly, and then walked to the empty seat beside Leng Furong.

Song Lieyin and Xiao Fuzi followed with respectful lowered eyes.

Hongfeng looked at Empress Dowager Ruan inquiringly, "Empress Dowager, can we start the meeting?"

Empress Dowager Ruan nodded in a good mood, "Concubine Qing is probably not familiar with the mountain roads, so Master has been waiting for a long time."

Ye Xin sat calmly, as if she had never heard of it.

Soon, more than a dozen light-footed monks entered the room, presenting food and tea to everyone.

Hongfeng: "Empress Dowager, please."

Empress Dowager Ruan declined and said, "Of course the Master invites you first."

Hongfeng smiled, and took a pea with his chopsticks.

Seeing that he had moved his chopsticks, everyone started eating too.

Ye Xin sent a chopstick of small green vegetables to the entrance, and her expression twisted for a moment when she was caught off guard.

And Leng Furong at the side even more unceremoniously spit the green vegetables back into the plate, and said with a strange look: "This is...too unpalatable"

The atmosphere suddenly faltered.

On the opposite side, the monk's peaceful eyes suddenly became sharp and unkind.

Leng Furong shivered.

She was also really choked by the grassy smell of wild vegetables just now. Before her brain could react, she subconsciously blurted out.

"Sorry, I. I. Didn't mean that."

She stuttered and couldn't find any suitable words, so she could only pick up the teacup at a loss.
The warm touch spread to the palm of her hand, which relieved the tense string in her mind a little.

(End of this chapter)