Chapter 694

The incense in Puguang temple is very popular. Some expensive ladies and ladies in the capital will always come here to offer incense.

However, since the last time the side imperial concubine incident of Prince Yan's residence occurred, it was bloody and personal. This Buddhist holy land was also stained with blood and conspiracy. Some people thought this place was bad. Therefore, the incense was a lot lighter than other years. It was the time of autumn depression.

As the afternoon approached the evening, even if someone came to offer incense, he had left as long as he didn't spend the night.

There were few carriages in front of the mountain gate, and only a few of them stopped there alone. Of course, Feng Jue Ran's carriage didn't appear in the parking lot of Puguang temple so openly. The car stopped in the jungle at the foot of the mountain. Feng Jue ran rode into the back door of Puguang temple with Mo Xuetong and several bodyguards.

Puguang temple has a large area. The back door is connected with mountains and forests. A path is hidden in it. Monks still go down the mountain from the back door to carry water. Usually no pilgrims will go up and down here. The road is uneven. Mo Xuetong will be held in front of him by Feng Jue and protected carefully. He doesn't feel much bumpy.

The horse stopped near the back door. A bodyguard led the horse down. Under the hint of Feng Jue ran, the rest hid into the temple with a wave of their hands. Feng Jue ran held Mo Xuetong in place and stood a little, then took her into the temple. The back door was not locked, pushed open the door, and the two entered the temple together.

A bodyguard came out secretly and whispered something in Feng Jue Ran's ear. Feng Jue ran nodded, and a trace of evil spirit flashed through his eyes.

Reach out and hold the ink snow pupil in her arms, take her hand and let her hold herself. Holding the ink snow pupil, she leaped like a green bird and silently flashed on the roof of a Buddhist temple.

"Will imperial concubine Wen come here?" Mo Xuetong looked at the Buddha Hall under his body. There was only one light in the hall, which looked a little dark. Wearing a tall and big god Buddha on it, it was kind of strange, but there was no one!

Feng Jue ran stretched out his hand and opened a few tiles to make a small hole. He could just see the situation below. It was dark outside, and more and more Hall lights were lit. It was a bit clearer from a distance than here. It should be that someone was still there to participate in the Buddha, so it was bright.

As for those uninhabited Buddha halls, you only need to light one and provide a long-term light in front of the Buddha. This is the one in front of you.

"Don't worry, of course Princess Wen will come, otherwise her loving mother's heart will not be wasted!" Feng Jue ran smiled lazily and took Mo Xuetong to his arms. His body passed by to block part of the wind for her. The autumn night was a little cooler.

"Isn't her son dead? Even if she has this kind mother's intention, she also sees it as the emperor. Now that the emperor is not here, who does she show her kind mother's intention?" Mo Xuetong gently pushed him and said coyly and angrily. Along the way, he deliberately didn't understand, which made her guess in her heart, but she didn't have an answer. Her heart was itchy.

Empress Wen's baby is gone, but she still pleads for the concubine. For such a thing, Mo Xuetong is a hundred people who don't believe it. In the last life, she was also a mother. She knows the heartrending pain when the baby in her belly was lost. As a mother, how can she be so generous? A child who is about to be born has been killed in vain, The feeling of flesh and blood is enough to make a mother crazy and irrational.

Imperial concubine Wen can be so calm, unless she is not pregnant or the child doesn't fall out

"All right, all right, look, she's not here. Make sure that tong'er can't think of the next thing. Go to the theatre!" Feng Jue ran looked down, stretched out her head and whispered in Moxue Tong's ear. She saw that her white and tender earlobe was near her mouth. When she unkindly stretched out her tongue and licked it gently, the licked Moxue Tong was smart. The place where the earlobe was as white as snow immediately turned red.

He glared at him fiercely. This man is really. At this time, he still makes trouble.

But the angry stare, which should have full momentum, fell into Feng Jue Ran's eyes, which was just a coquettish and shameful anger. Where there was half strength, it made his narrow Phoenix eyes show some dazzling smile. His Phoenix eyes were extremely beautiful. In this quiet autumn day, they were more dazzling than the stars in those nine days.

Mo Xuetong was unconsciously attracted by his beautiful eyes. For a moment, he forgot to be angry. He unconsciously followed his gesture and leaned against him. The big palm caressed her slender waist line, hugged her tightly on him, and the kiss fell gently.

Gentle and spoiled

Everything between heaven and earth seems quiet. Only the night is shrouded in this pair of extremely beautiful people. The wind raises the purple robe and the pale yellow cloud clothes in it, which is more like the pistil tightly protected in the noble and elegant purple flower. It is tightly surrounded by purple, and the soul and dream depend on each other

"Imperial concubine Wen, what can I do for you?" A cold voice came from below.

After waking up the people who invested in the kiss, Mo Xuetong woke up, pushed Pushang and gently kissed his man. Shuimou looked down eagerly. How unfamiliar the sound was, she always felt that he was really destined to Puguang temple. He lost a concubine here last time and caused a scandal. Maybe it's the same this time.

Yanwang fengjuelei!

Feng Jue ran was very annoyed. He was gnashing his teeth and secretly hated that Feng Jue Lei and imperial concubine Wen came at a bad time. He was kissing sweetly here. It was rare for tong'er to be so involved. When he was in full bloom, he was suddenly awakened and depressed. His eyes looked down along Mo Xuetong's line of sight, and there was a hint of enchanting smile on the corners of his lips, which was full of evil!

In the main hall, there was still only a long light. Under the flickering light of the long light, a woman dressed in ordinary women's clothes appeared. When she looked carefully, she found that it was indeed Princess Wen. Without the beautiful royal clothes and ornaments, Princess Wen looked a little thin. Looking at the person in front of her, her face was a little more eager and excited

Standing opposite her, far away is Feng Juelei. Feng Juelei just entered the gate of the Buddha Hall and didn't come over. Instead, he was at the door and asked directly before closing the door of the main hall a little. The other imperial concubine didn't appear here in silence. It was obvious that the two people were meeting here.

Compared with the excitement of concubine Wen, the look on Feng Juelei's face was almost cold.

"Lei'er, i..." seeing Feng Jue Lei, the calm that concubine Wen had always maintained disappeared. She took two steps forward excitedly and was about to jump over and hold Feng Jue Lei. Her face was sad and happy, mixed with an unspeakable sadness and joy.

Feng Juelei didn't let her catch her. He took a step to avoid the embrace of imperial concubine Wen. His face looked cold: "imperial concubine Wen, you should know that I am the king of Yan. You'd better call me his Highness the king of Yan!"

This is very rude. Although in a real sense, concubine Wen is neither Feng Juelei's mother nor the queen who raised him. It's also very normal to call the king of Yan, but looking at the current situation, concubine Wen jumped up with excitement and was pushed away by him so gently, and specially told her to call him the king of Yan. The tone inside is very cold and alienated.

Concubine Wen's heart was stabbed!

Staggering two steps, holding one side of the door frame to stand still, turning back, with tears in his eyes: "lei'er, I'm your mother imperial concubine, you, how can you do this to me?"

Deep palace for so many years, all the plans are for her son. In order to enable him to get more powerful support, she doesn't hesitate to give birth to her child in advance, secretly replace the boy of Lingmei's life, and then poison Lingmei, so that he can be raised under the Queen's knee, and then get the support of the government.

Whenever she saw her son, she couldn't help but stop. Although she repeatedly warned herself that it was impossible to come forward to recognize him, her own flesh and blood, and that flesh and blood affection, could not be destroyed by reason, so she secretly sent some food to Feng Juelei again and again and secretly watched him play in the garden.

However, when the truth came to light, why did the mother son relationship be cold without a trace of temperature? Princess Wen admitted that she had done nothing wrong and was dedicated to her son. Why did Feng Juelei ignore the fact that she was the mother around her and treat her coldly like a stranger.

"Mother imperial concubine?" Feng Juelei's lips showed a cold smile, with a touch of ridicule, "concubine Wen, the king determined that the king's mother was Ling Meimei. Although she didn't have a high position until she died, she was the king's real mother. She protected the king until she grew up and died!"

At that time, he was also five or six years old. He also remembered that the bowl of blood soup with a fishy smell was originally intended for him to eat, because he gave birth to a son and his identity was not the legitimate branch of the government. As a mere beauty, she gave birth to a son, and Ling Meimei was often frightened.

Although some people have examined Yiying's food, she is still not at ease. She always tries it first. That's how the fish soup came to her. She picked up the spoon, gently raised a spoon, put it into the corner of her lips, and smiled at Feng Juelei, who was sitting waiting for the fish soup.

Feng Jue Ran's spoon was even raised.

However, the sudden change took place. The second spoon extended by Ling Meimei was not sent to her mouth after all. The spoon in her hand fell into the bowl. A mouthful of black blood vomited in the fish soup. The snow-white fish soup was mixed with the bright color of ink. It was strange and sad. The corners of her lips stained with blood only had time to whisper the name of Feng Juelei. Those smart eyes in the past looked at Feng Juelei straight and looked sad

Even after so many years, Feng Juelei still can't forget the desolation and pain on Ling Meimei's face and his attachment to him. At that time, he was too young. He heard that several palace maids were jealous of Ling Meimei's favor, so he deliberately hurt her. Those people were also executed. Originally, this matter was even gone. Although Feng Juelei also went to check it later, because the matter was over at that time, And the interval is too long, even if there is doubt, it can not be verified.

However, Feng Juelei still focuses on the queen. If Ling Meimei loses anyone, it is the empress Zhonggong who has no children. Raising herself is also raising a prince. There are only benefits for the queen and too many benefits for the government of Dingguo. Therefore, although he is very respectful to the queen, he is not close to her!

But who ever thought that things were not like this at all. The woman who looked kind and vicious in front of him was his own mother, which made Feng Juelei how willing to accept it.