After all this fuss, Qinyang and Huang Dingde seemed inseparable.

Their eyes were filled with distress, and they looked at each other's wounds. Huang Dingde only hated himself for being incompetent, while Qinyang cried that his fate was unfair.

How could she not know that the reason why the late emperor loved her was just empathy.

She is loved by thousands of people, but her temper is calm and reserved. She doesn't have the arrogance and domineering spirit of a spoiled princess at all. That's because she has known since she was a child that she is a stand-in, and the reason why she is loved by thousands of people is just because of her face.

She looks like her father's favorite concubine.

Being young and ignorant, she might still be able to enjoy this love in an ignorant way.

But as she grew older, every time she faced the intense love in his father's eyes, she would feel sad in her heart.

Who wants to be a substitute?

Moreover, as her father selfishly helped her reject all proposals for marriage, her time was wasted year by year, and her desolate heart became more and more painful.

In the past, there may have been moments when she complained about her fate, but as she grew older, these complaints gradually fell to the ground like dust, forming a thick layer that buried her whole heart.

Don’t think about it, don’t remember it, don’t be sentimental, just want to spend the rest of your life peacefully and peacefully.

But now, after living for twenty-six years, I have only once moved my heart, but I didn't expect that I would encounter all kinds of obstacles.

She can no longer bear the passage of time. She is already twenty-six.

Years are like a millstone to her, and she is the donkey pulling the millstone, day after day, year after year.

In her world, there was only a huge harem and a palace like a golden cage.

The appearance of Huang Dingde was undoubtedly a rainbow in the sky. She broke free from the millstone. This time, even if she was shattered to pieces and never recovered, she would chase the beautiful scenery without hesitation.

Qinyang has a calm temperament, but Feng Hongluan admires his stubbornness.

For Huang Dingde, she was willing to give up everything, including her appearance, identity, probably, and even her life.

Looking at the bandaged wound on her face, although the doctor said that if the best scar medicine is used, there will be no obvious scars, but this knife is still painful enough.

"Hong Yan, think of something, the princess can't go back to the palace like this!"

This miserable mandarin duck aroused Feng Hongluan's sympathy.

Hong Yan was silent for a moment, as if he had made a major decision: "I know that there is a safe place where Sixth Sister and Brother Huang can be temporarily settled, but..."

"But what?"

"It's nothing!" Hong Yan shook his head, "I will arrange it, don't worry."

Hong Yan always seems to be hiding something on his mind lately, but no matter how hard Feng Hongluan tries to explore, he still can't find out the truth.

He hides his thoughts extremely well and deeply.

Feng Hongluan didn't want him to hide it from her, but she also understood that Hong Yan would hide it from her, it must be those things, and she didn't want to involve her.

She still respects Hong Yan. If she wants to say something, Hong Yan will tell her when the time comes.

Just like how she killed Dong, He Jixiang, Ling Che and others, although she wanted to hide it at first, in the end, she told Hong Yan.

"Well, the princess escaped from the palace. At this time, the palace must have been in chaos. The first thing that the queen thought of must be Huang Dingde. Without further ado, you'd better quickly settle the people, and Huang Dingde's family. You

We also need to make arrangements to prevent the Queen Mother from becoming angry and taking those innocent people to task."

"Um!"

Feng Hongluan thought thoughtfully. Qinyang and Huang Dingde on the side looked at her gratefully, and she gave them a gentle smile in return.

She couldn't bear to see Huang Dingde and Qinyang, a pair of lovers, meet a tragic end.

Perhaps at this moment, the matter between Qinyang and Huang Dingde would undoubtedly cause trouble for her and Hongyan.

But there are already a lot of troubles, and she really doesn't care about one more person.

Hong Yan went out to make some arrangements, and half an hour later a carriage stopped outside Hanshan Temple. In the carriage, sitting an old woman, half a century old, probably the mother Huang Dingde had mentioned.

There was only one mother in Huang Dingde's family. The old woman looked quite healthy. Hong Yan probably told her some things along the way. She was not too surprised to see Qinyang and just quickly gave up her seat: "Princess, take a seat."

"No! You are the elder, you sit on top."

"Don't dare waste time. No matter where you are doing, go up first. I will have the car take you there. Someone will help you. Mother, if there is suspicion on me, I will deal with it. Sixth sister, just don't worry."

"Xiaoyan!" Qinyang was filled with gratitude.

Hong Yan gave her a comforting smile: "Sixth sister, everything will be fine. You take good care of your injuries. I will send someone to find the best gold sore medicine for you. And Brother Huang's hand, the muscles and veins are not broken."

, I won’t be able to do heavy work in the future, but it’s not difficult to hold a pen. Go quickly, recover well, and leave the rest to me.”

"Um!"

It was a clear night, the mountain road was rugged, and the wheels of carriages rolled forward quietly. After about half a cup of tea, the sound of carriages and horses could no longer be heard.

Come to think of it, I have gone too far.

"Where did you send them?"

"My other villa."

I didn't expect that Hongyan would have so many villas. I had heard of Fenghongluan on the mountain, but I had never heard of the other place.

I couldn't help but become curious: "Why haven't I heard you say that?"

"Haha!" He didn't seem to mean to hide it from her, "I will take you there in the future, but I won't let you know because I'm afraid you'll be jealous."

"What do you mean?" Feng Hongluan raised her eyes and looked at him.

There was a meaningful smile on his tired look, and his deep gaze fell on the twinkling stars in the distant sky: "That is my secret base. The outside world doesn't always say that I have raised a group of women. In fact, the rumors are not true.

It’s fake.”

There was some sourness in her heart, but she believed that he would not betray her.

His intentions are so obvious that others may misunderstand him, including Feng Hongluan.

As for the sadness in my heart, it is probably human nature.

"Everyone said that you really raised a group of women?"

He lowered his head, and in his dark eyes, there was a circle of water and tenderness: "You are the only one in my heart."

Feng Hongluan smiled and said with a pretty face: "Who doubts you? I'm just curious. Could it be that the two beautiful women playing the piano in the Zizhu Pavilion and the woman who carried me home on a flying sedan are what you call

Yes, women raised in another villa?"

Hong Yan was noncommittal and just said: "I will let you see them, but their relationship with you is that of master and slave. Now the time is not yet ripe. That villa is just a secret. I hesitated just now because I was afraid of six."

Sister knows about the existence of that place and tells people about it."

"I don't think so."

"Well, I told the housekeeper that regarding all matters related to Bieyuan, just lie and claim that it is my friend's mansion, so that Sixth Sister will not know too much."

"That place..." Feng Hongluan was about to ask why that place became a secret and could not be made public, when suddenly there was a commotion in his ears.

"Then Huang Dingde became a monk at Hanshan Temple. Hurry, go up the mountain and search for me."

Feng Hongluan's expression was slightly startled, and a calm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Fortunately, we are one step faster. Should we come forward or hide for a while, but the little master in the temple will definitely have a headache like that just now."

Give you and me out."

Hong Yan also smiled, and there was no panic in his expression: "Why don't we make a bet, Buddhists all have compassion, and when the young master sees this posture, I'm afraid he also knows that if we are betrayed, we will definitely not

It's better, let's see how he handles it."

Although the night breeze was cool, Feng Hongluan was in a good mood: "Okay, let's make a bet. What's the bet?"

A hint of evil charm fell on Hong Yan's eyes, falling on Feng Hongluan's face: "If I lose, and the little monk reports on you and me, then I will let you do whatever you want. Likewise, if you lose, then let me do whatever I want.

,how?"

Feng Hongluan's pretty face turned red, and she responded happily: "Just bet on this!"

With a flying leap, the two of them climbed onto a hidden roof. When a group of officers and soldiers holding torches rushed into Hanshan Temple, they alarmed all the monks in the temple.

Among these monks, there is naturally the one who sweeps the floor.

"Is there a man named Huang Dingde in your temple? Call him out quickly." A tall and thick man said something majestic and glanced around the monks. One of the big monks stepped forward cautiously.

"Amitabha, sir, we have a man named Huang Dingde here. The young monk will send someone to look for him now."

Wearing a gray monk's robe, he was obviously not the abbot. Looking at this man, he was a wise and wise man who protected himself. At first glance, he could tell that this person was evil, but he actually asked Huang Dingde to hand him over so easily.

On the other hand, the other monks, facing the officials in front of them, looked at the senior monk walking towards Huang Dingde's room, with worried expressions on their faces, but they looked a bit humane.

The young monk was at the end of the crowd when the tall, thick man in armor just now shouted again: "Has anyone seen anyone come to the temple?"

Standing in a hidden place, Feng Hongluan hoped that she would lose at this moment.

That little monk really didn't disappoint her.

He actually lowered his head with a calm expression and did not speak.

The other monks in the temple were speechless. In fact, the young monk was the only one who saw Hong Yan and Feng Hongluan. Then he entered Huang Dingde's room. At most, he heard Qinyang's crying outside, and the area in Huang Dingde's room was busy.

The sound of doors opening and closing slowly.

Hanshan Temple is really a very poor little temple. There are four or five monks in total. After dinner, they all do their homework in the main hall. The main hall is far away from Huang Dingde’s house. Several people are chanting Buddha loudly, but they are not disturbed by the movement in the meditation room.
To be continued...