ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTER 93. YICHEN TEMPLE
"I know, Her Majesty the queen. I know, even a concubine would have to pay him dearly for the hatred of Her Majesty the Queen." Welcomed Consort Huan expressionlessly, there was no fear on her beautiful face.
Queen Lin Fangyin's eyes bought, filled with wrath. Slowly approaching, her dark blue queen dress rubbed against the floor like a wave and upon reaching the front of Huan's concubine, her index finger crooked before her lips that were as red as houyun flowers.
"Listen to me carefully, Consort Huan. I don't like to repeat my words." Now Lin Fangyin did not care if he barely showed the authority of a queen.
"I don't like to talk in the back about other people, concubine Huan. I've never said that rumor to be true either, but I just want you to know, it's not always true. So, be wise!" His voice was similar to a hoarse whisper, making the person who heard it shudder.
His slender body that was originally leaning was pulled back.being upright, his eyes shone as cold as ice cubes.
"If you wish to remain within this palace, return to your place, the harem hall, stay away from Your Majesty. Don't try to find face before you regret." With a cynical look, Lin Fangyin left Concubine Huan, she trembled by herself afterwards.
Queen Lin Fangyin's face had never been seen so evil. His eyes were burning but dark and cold!
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In a hall of Buddhist worship the smoke of sandalwood incense soared, behind the swirling smoke, Zhao Juren looked at the solemn Buddha statue, she suddenly remembered Zhao Li Sui's stepmother who had been by her side for almost all her age, even though she only knew her as an aunt instead of a mother.
The heavens write a cruel fate on her, a mother who hides it from the eyes of the world and then nearly takes her life with the hand that once fed her in that childhood.
Back then, he was just a noble son of Zhao who loved to troublemak, not much love he got and now, at the end of his life before returning to the heavens toying with his life, there was not much love he had, he has become a warlord who determines the life of the dead and can gather troops while chatting and laughing.
No one knows the journey of life to bring him to the old temple which is forbidden to enter by everyone who wears a war uniform or colorful clothes. The temple is only allowed to enter by pilgrims seeking peace of mind.
In the cold winter wind, he wore a thin Pilgrimage suit, without the silver-tipped fur coat he used to chase away the cold air.
A few days later, Xue Xue had agreed with him, he would enter into the old temple of Yichen and meet the monk Hexiao, an old monk who according to the story was over a century old, living inside the temple without ever going out has been more than 40 years.
There is one secret that the monk knows about the two countries that always fight over the old city. Xue Xue got that information from the Qin Flag before she died. A secret that makes the country possibly divided forever, or even united, no one knows.
The girl held out a jade bracelet with a dragon ornament of two heads without a tail, made a circle where her head met and both bit a ball of pearl.
"Give this to him, he'll get to know this stuff and know what he's doing. The time has come..." That sentence Xue Xue said mysteriously.
"I have to reach the king's city in the next few days, my brother might be in danger. I have to see him." The young girl changed.
"Sir..." The young monk with a friendly look approached him.
"Master is already half a day sitting in this hall of worship, as the new pilgrims this time there are going on so long." The young monk spoke with a subtle smile.
"Oh, maybe I'm too solemn." Zhao Juren looked up for a moment at that monk. He was at a loss waiting, whether it was possible to meet a Hexiao monk in this place.
"Bikshu, let me stay a little while longer." Zhao Juren bowed. Trying to find a way to find out the whereabouts of the person he is looking for.
People who no one even knows, are alive or not right now.
For a moment, his eyes were fixed on Li Jin who was sitting with a tired face leaning against the wall, waiting faithfully for him.
The young monk hesitated for a moment before then he retreated in regular steps and in the next moment a young man in a worn yellow pilgrimage outfit, his hair was smeared almost to cover part of his face, enter with a face surface. He looks so tattered camping, led by a monk.
"Oh, Buddha.help me, how can I live, my father is looted, my mother went crazy for missing him. Where do I find peace other than you." His cries broke out half roaring then sat down beside Zhao Juren so desperately. His head was lowered to the floor, many times.
Zhao Juren was stunned, the voice was very familiar to him. He knew right, was once so familiar and sometimes upset him. His head immediately turned to look at the shabby young man beside him, scrutinizing uncertainly,
"Changyi?"