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Chapter 271 The Story I and the Ninth Prince Have to Tell (5)

The next day, Yinliu and I got on the carriage again and rushed to Fahua Temple.

Yesterday I made a wish. If my mother's negotiation with the Qiao family goes well this time, I will come back to fulfill my wish.

Mother and Qiao's family have already negotiated, so I naturally have to keep my promise to Buddha.

Inserting the incense that Yinliu gave me into the incense burner, I knelt on the futon and felt the care of the Buddha for my Yun family.

Before getting up, I suddenly remembered my future husband, and I knelt down again, and made a wish to the Buddha again.

This time, the wish I made is that my future husband is not really a playboy who only knows how to spend time and drink like the rumors say.

Buddha has blessed me once, I wonder if he will bless me again this time!
Walking out of the temple gate accompanied by Yinliu, I subconsciously looked back at the ridge behind the temple.

My eyes are still full of snow, but it's a pity that the me now is not the me of yesterday!

"Miss, don't you still want to see that son again!" Yin Liu teased me with a light smile.

"Spoof!" I squinted at her.

While walking, I was thinking in my heart, if I can really see him again, I must say thank you to him.

It was really rude to run away like that yesterday!

However, I guess there is no such opportunity!
Sighing lightly, I quickened my pace and walked down the mountain.

"Miss, look quickly, your savior!" Yinliu behind her suddenly screamed.

I turned my face in doubt, and looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, I saw a purple figure flying over the hillside in the distance.

We staggered on the snow not far from us and fell down heavily.

I recognized at a glance that it was the young master who rescued me yesterday, without even thinking about it, I immediately rushed over with big strides.

"What's wrong with you!" I asked eagerly while holding his arm.

"Arrow... someone is chasing me... save... me..." He said a few words intermittently, and fell into my arms all of a sudden.

Noticing the arrow feathers rubbed against his thigh, my heart tightened, "Yinliu, hurry up, come help!"

When we worked together to drag him to the carriage down the mountain, Yinliu and I were sweating profusely.

Fortunately, with the help of the coachman, we carried him into the carriage.

(End of this chapter)