I and my wife wear Taoist robes [Rebirth]

This called Ren Ying's heart fluttering for a while, and Lu Jingru and the others left knowingly to ease the embarrassment.

"My lord, so many people..."

"What's the matter? You are the daughter-in-law of this Wang Mingmei. What's wrong with calling Madam in front of my subordinates? Next time, I'll just call you Xiaogan, um, not bad."

Ren Ying stepped forward and punched her on the chest, and was pulled into her arms by Feng Qingyi.

Thinking of what happened to Pu Tian, ​​Ren Ying stopped her troublesome thoughts and signaled Feng Qingyi to go inside.

"Is there something strange?"

"Yeah." Feng Qingyi stretched out her hand and pulled Ren Ying's cloak tighter, "Let's not talk about how long Pu Tian left Beijing, he died on the road at night, who spread the news so quickly? He even suppressed the bandits overnight, saying It must be that someone is guilty."

Ren Ying bit her lower lip: "But why did the emperor do this? Is it because of what Pu Junshou said?"

"I'm looking into it, but I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Ren Ying nodded, if there were really only two parties involved in their conversation, then Pu Tian's death would be uncontested, even if someone doubted it, who would dare to ask Fengyue.

"I don't know how the wind and snow are going? She probably never thought that she would enter this deep palace from her hometown so far away. Her lively and active temperament is the worst thing in the inner garden of the deep palace, not to mention she can kung fu. Now that the emperor has made her a concubine, it has pushed her to the forefront, and I only hope that she can accept her condolences, protect her own safety, and don't let other concubines play tricks and bully her."

Feng Qingyi's impression of Pu Fengxue was all about "brother-in-law", but Ren Ying was so worried about her, Feng Qingyi also followed her wishes to comfort her a few words.

"I wonder if the emperor will let her go back to attend the funeral?"

Feng Qingyi stretched her legs, touching Ren Ying's toes, and said in a casual voice, "It's hard to say."

This "hard to say" was quickly confirmed.

Pu Fengxue asked to go home for the funeral. Although Fengyue did not directly disagree, she also said that the journey from the capital to Xihua County was a long way, and it would be too late for her to be buried when she went.

In the end, Pu Fengxue could only suppress her desire to go home, and begged Fengyue to let her go to Wanshun Temple to pray for her father, which was regarded as a gift for him, and Fengyue agreed.

On the day I went to Wanshun Temple, the snow that had stopped for two days started to fall again. The fluttering snowflakes were even bigger than a few days ago, and people turned gray in minutes.

The person who carried the sedan chair wore thick clothes, but not bloated, with the style exclusive to the imperial palace.

The girl in the sedan chair sat sluggishly, didn't move for a long time, and didn't blink her eyes very much.

She was dressed very expensively, but her complexion was terrible.

The moment she got off the sedan chair, she blinked, and a big teardrop just like that slipped down the corner of her eye and fell to the ground silently.

"Ma'am, we're here."

Pu Fengxue avoided the eunuch's outstretched arm, and walked forward with a stiff body.

The snow was very thick, and when she walked, one foot was deep and the other was shallow. Her speed was very fast, and the eunuch behind hurriedly rushed, but she still fell a few meters away.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the distance between Pu Fengxue and the people behind was getting farther and farther. The eunuchs couldn't see her figure clearly, and they couldn't walk fast at the same time, their feet stuck in the snow, and they cursed secretly in their hearts.

"Blizzard."

The wind and snow, the wind and the snow, was an exceptional occasion.

This was the first time she heard someone call her name since entering the palace.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and looked over, there was a man standing in front of the temple gate, wearing a red dress, he was very conspicuous in the silver-white world.

"Blizzard."

The man called out again, Pu Fengxue recognized the voice, and at the same time she answered, tears rolled down, "Sister Wangfei!"

Ren Ying stepped on the snow and approached her, two steps away, Pu Fengxue rushed forward and threw herself into Ren Ying's arms, sobbing softly, then couldn't help it anymore, and cried even louder.

Although the strong wind and snow covered up her cries a bit, Ren Ying, who was next to her, could clearly hear her sadness.

The eunuch who followed behind had some shadows, Ren Ying patted her on the back and coaxed her to enter the temple gate first.

They knelt on the futon together, facing the Bodhisattva with folded hands.

The eunuchs stood outside the hall, glanced at Pu Fengxue who was kneeling with her back facing her, and then at the pilgrim who was kneeling next to her, they seemed to be in peace, then turned their heads and watched quietly.

Ren Ying clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and murmured softly, not letting the eunuchs notice: "Feng Xue, take care of yourself."

Pu Fengxue opened his eyes and stared straight at the Bodhisattva, not knowing what he was thinking, "Sister Wangfei, at the mansion at that time, you told Fengxue that I haven't found my sweetheart yet, when the time comes, Everything will be fine."

"But an imperial decree ended all Feng Xue's expectations."

"Sister, tell me, does Fengxue still see hope for the future?"

Ren Ying was very distressed when she heard her say these things, but once she entered the inner garden of the deep palace, how could she get out?

"Feng Xue, as long as he is alive, there will be hope, no matter what it is for."

"What if it's because of my father's death?"

Ren Ying couldn't help turning her head to look at her, "Feng Xue, don't do stupid things."

"I won't. Whether it's for me or for my dad."

As she watched Pu Fengxue leave surrounded by eunuchs and maids, Ren Ying felt more and more uneasy.This girl, in just two months, her temper seems to have changed. She was so agile before, but now she only has indifference in her eyes.