My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

"It's not because of your bad deeds!"

After the three of them sat down together, Ye Yiyun asked Zheng Sirer:

"I don't know what the prince wants to do with my junior sister?"

Zheng Si'er truthfully stated her reason for coming again.

Ye Yiyun's face was calm at first, but the more he listened, the tighter his frown became.

After Zheng Si'er told the whole story, Ye Yiyun bowed her head and pondered for a long time.

"It's too dangerous to be involved in the world's war. If you don't make a mistake, your luck will backfire and you will die. This matter..."

Ye Yiyun sighed faintly, shook her head and said:

"But I can't make a decision for my junior sister. I'll call her over right away. You can talk to her later."

"Aunt Yun doesn't need to go to see the master anymore, she has already seen him."

"Oh? What did Yingying say?"

Ling Xiaodong took out the paper that the master left a message from his sleeve, and handed it to Ye Yiyun.

"After the master saw what the master left behind, he became extra angry and refused without thinking."

Ye Yiyun took the letter and looked at it, and was slightly taken aback.

After watching for a while, she murmured:

"No wonder......"

"Aunt Yun knows the meaning of these eight characters?"

"No."

Ye Yiyun put down the paper in his hand again, looked up at Ling Xiaodong again, and explained to him:

"I mean it's no wonder Yingying is angry."

"After your ancestor drove Yingying out, he took your mistress and disappeared without saying a word. Yingying actually wanted to find them all the time."

"Junior Sister has waited for so many years and finally found that illusory and predestined person. Now that she sees that the message to her is still so thoughtless, and she is asked to do things without saying anything, how can she not be angry?"

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Zheng Si'er sat on the side like an outsider and watched the conversation between the two back and forth.

As for the content of the conversation, she was also confused.

What master?What drove out the mountain gate?

What else is a destined person? Does it refer to yourself?

Ye Yiyun turned her head to look at Zheng Si'er, and asked doubtfully:

"Since you have already asked Yingying, why is His Royal Highness still coming to me?"

"If you want me to persuade Yingying to change her mind, then I would like to ask my son to quickly dismiss this idea. With my junior sister's temper, it is useless for anyone to decide what she has decided, let alone... "

Ye Yiyun lowered his head and pondered for a while, and finally said truthfully:

"What's more, the things involved are too dangerous. As a senior sister, I don't want Yingying to participate in such things out of selfishness."

Zheng Si'er shook her head slightly, she got up and pushed the chair behind her, and bowed respectfully to Ye Yiyun.

"There is no need for the temple master to come forward. I naturally have to do my own thing. As for the safety of Taoist Priest Mingyue..."

She put the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of her right hand together, pressed the little finger against the thumb, and raised them above her head.

The middle finger represents heaven, the ring finger represents earth, and the index finger represents people. This gesture symbolizes a promise made in front of heaven and earth that will never be broken.

Zheng Sier's expression was serious and resolute, and she said loudly:

"I, Zheng Si'er, will protect my life. As long as I am still alive, I will not let Daoist Mingyue hurt a single hair!"

Ye Yiyun's eyes flickered, and she could see the determination of the prince in front of her.

"Hey~"

She sighed deeply.

"Since you are so determined, then if you can convince my junior sister, I will naturally not be able to say anything."

Zheng Si'er was overjoyed, she raised her bowed upper body and begged Ye Yiyun:

"Then please ask Master Qingfeng to allow me to live here during this time."

Ye Yiyun waved her sleeve helplessly.

"It's just a small matter."

She turned to look at Ling Xiaodong aside, and casually ordered:

"Xiaodong, take Zheng Shizi to familiarize yourself with the facilities in our temple, and then put her in the guest room."

Before Ling Xiaodong could agree, Ye Yiyun's eyes suddenly flickered, as if she had thought of something.

"No! It's better to place it in the disciple's residence!"

She suddenly remembered that Ling Xiaodong also lived on the other side of the guest room, it would be impossible for them to live so close together!

Ever since Li Pengjiao learned from the past, Ye Yiyun didn't want to go to the guest room to look for Ling Xiaodong, open the door and see a man and a woman hugging each other naked.

But of course she wouldn't tell outsiders directly about this kind of thing.

Ye Yiyun persuaded politely:

"Zheng Shizi, no one has lived in this guest room for a long time, and the room is old and has not been cleaned."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Si'er waved her hand indifferently.

"You don't need to trouble the Lord. Although I am the eldest son, I am not so delicate. The guest room is enough."

She paused, then said:

"I'm so grateful to the temple master for allowing me to stay. Why do I have the nerve to be picky? I even asked Taoist Master Ling to show me the way."

Seeing that Zheng Si'er was so informal, Ye Yiyun was too embarrassed to say anything.

She looked at Ling Xiaodong at the side, and gave him a warning look.

"Come back to me after you're done, I have something to tell you."

Ling Xiaodong didn't know where he offended her, so he nodded in agreement.

After leaving the study room, the two walked on the avenue of Qingfengguan one after the other.

Although Zheng Si'er was rejected by Yue Yingying, she didn't look discouraged at all. Instead, she followed Ling Xiaodong lightly, looking curiously from time to time.

Along the way, many Taoist nuns saw Ling Xiaodong and came up to greet him cordially.

"Hello, Mr. Ling!"

"Hello."

"When Daoist Ling is free, can you come to my room and teach me the way?"

"Speak when you have time."

"Does Daoist Ling lack a Taoist partner? Can you think about it..."

"Thank you for your kindness, senior sister, but there is no shortage."

Ling Xiaodong had a helpless polite smile on his face, responding to the enthusiastic Taoist nuns.

In the end, Ling Xiaodong was forced to take the path with no one else, which made it much quieter.

Zheng Si'er, who was behind her along the way, was amazed.

"I didn't expect Daoist Ling to be so popular with women in Qingfeng Temple."

"It's just good popularity."

"Good popularity? Taoist Master Ling, please don't fool me. I think those Taoist priests obviously like you for ten minutes!"

"It's probably because there are no men in the hall, so everyone is so surprised to see me."

Ling Xiaodong thought for a while and then said:

"It's like a village I met in Shiwanda Mountain. There are only women in it, and they all treat me with similar enthusiasm."

Zheng Sier covered her mouth and exclaimed in shock: "A Hundred Thousand Mountains?!"

Of course, she had heard of that legendary dangerous land with a great reputation.

One Hundred Thousand Mountains is mysterious and dangerous. It is said that it is difficult for one in a hundred people who enter it to get out alive. Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaodong in front of him has actually entered it!

"Ling Daochang went in there and came out safely?"

"Exactly, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here and talk to you."

"Then Daoist Ling, can you tell me what's in it? Are there really immortals in it? Or is there nothing, just a deceiving story?"

Ling Xiaodong didn't rush to answer Zheng Sier's series of questions, but stared at the far west.

There are undulating green hills and clouds covering the fog. It looks so beautiful that it looks like a fairyland on earth, but only those who have been inside know the danger.

Even I and the master almost didn't come back from it, let alone others.

"Next time, it's hard to say."

"Ah - isn't Daoist Ling just bragging?"

Ling Xiaodong smiled slightly, shook his head, he didn't like Zheng Si'er's superficial provocative method.

The taste here, as long as you know it.

The two of them didn't walk long before they arrived at the cafeteria of Qingfengguan. A burst of fragrance wafted out of it, and Ling Xiaodong suddenly heard a few cooing sounds coming from behind.

He looked back at Zheng Si'er in surprise.

"Miss Zheng hasn't eaten yet?"

Zheng Sirer touched her belly and smiled awkwardly.

"I saw that Mingyue Temple was very close on the map, so I hurried over before I had time to eat."

　 "As long as the prince doesn't dislike the simple food in Guannei..."

"Don't mind, don't mind!"

Zheng Sirer waved her hands repeatedly. Before she became the heir, she would have been satisfied if she had enough to eat. How could she be picky now?

The two of them walked into the cafeteria together.

Zheng Si'er is indeed as she said, she can eat any dish with relish, but...

Ling Xiaodong raised his head and looked at the dishes piled high on the table, and sighed in his heart, this is so delicious, it is almost as good as Li Pengjiao.

No, she seems to be more able to eat than Li Pengjiao!

This kind of appetite, probably only the prince can afford it?

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Because Zheng Sirer's appetite was so good, a batch of plates piled up on the table had been cleared, but she was still eating.

What's more, she didn't refuse anyone, she wasn't picky at all, she could eat anything, and Ling Xiaodong, who was watching, was dazed.

After swallowing the last bun in several mouthfuls, Zheng Sirer finally let out a small burp with satisfaction.

When she noticed that Ling Xiaodong across the table was looking at her with straight eyes, as if looking at a monster, she couldn't help but blush.

Zheng Si'er took out a silk handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped the oil on her lips dignifiedly.

As if she suddenly remembered her identity as the crown prince, she smiled reservedly at Ling Xiaodong.

"Let Daoist Ling laugh."

Be polite, but not much.