She closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the color slowly faded from her small face. After she closed her eyes, what appeared in her mind were scenes dripping with blood.

Although she lived a new life, her family, friends and enemies were still alive and well, but her two children would never come back.

She does not believe in gods and Buddhas, and she does not believe that as long as she comes to offer incense and worship Buddha, those gods and Buddhas can really protect the people around her.

But this time she still wanted to make an exception for her two children and believe in Buddhism for once. She sincerely begged the Buddha to bless Shen Ling and Shen Yan to be reincarnated into a good family and never join the emperor's family again, let alone To throw herself at a weak and incompetent person like her.

"Qingwan, what are you begging for?"

Bai Yanran's voice sounded in her ears again, and Ye Qingwan opened her eyes, her eyes clear.

"I just hope that my parents and brothers will come back safely." The corners of her lips curved in a beautiful arc, and there seemed to be a tiny light of pain in her eyes. She smiled bitterly and said, "What about you?"

A faint blush appeared on Bai Yanran's cheeks, and her voice gradually became softer: "I also pray for the safety of my family..." And that person.

Seeing them getting up, the young novice monk hurried over and said, "The donors have finished offering incense, but now they are going to ask for marriage fortune signs?"

"Yeah." Bai Yanran pushed her hair behind her ears, and the blush on her face became more and more obvious.

"But there are a lot of people queuing up now." The young novice monk smiled and said, "There is a shortcut here, so you don't have to queue up."

Except for Ye Qingwan, the remaining three people realized why the young novice came up to them so warmly when they saw them. He wanted to kill them.

"You..." Zhiyi just opened his mouth to argue with the little novice monk when he heard a cough from his side.

"Wu Ping, what are you doing again?"

Hearing this, the little novice monk's back trembled, and the smile on his face disappeared. He turned around stiffly and bowed stiffly to the owner of the voice, "President, Wu Ping doesn't dare anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young novice named Wuping ran away and disappeared in front of several people in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qingwan raised her head.

It was a middle-aged monk wearing a bright red cassock who looked quite friendly.

"Host." Bai Yanran called politely.

The abbot of Gayuan Temple bowed his head and responded to her politely, and then asked: "Are the female donors here to ask for marriage fortune signs?" He glanced at the place where Wuping disappeared just now, lowered his head again, and said with shame. : "I apologize for the poor monk's lax discipline, which is why such ridiculous things happened. To express my apology, the donor can tell the poor monk his birth date directly without queuing up."

After hearing what he said, Bai Yanran immediately and enthusiastically told the other person her birthday and birth date without reservation, and then asked the people around her: "Qingwan, don't you try it?"

"I will," Ye Qingwan saw her eyes shining brightly with a look of great anticipation before she finished her words of rejection.

"...Then let's try it."

She really can't stand this guy.

"Two donors, wait a moment." The host smiled and took out a handful of lottery papers from his arms, put them in his palm, and began to search slowly.

Ye Qingwan: "..."

I bet this host isn't much better either.

After a moment, the host handed the two folded pieces of paper to the two of them respectively.

"The poor monk will leave first and wish the donors a pleasant trip." The host took a step back, slightly widened his eyes that had been smiling into slits, and said: "If possible, the donors can still be here. Donate some incense money to the merit incense outside the temple..."

"Oh?" Ye Qingwan touched her chin and looked at the host playfully. She knew that no one in this temple was a serious monk. Then she joked to the host: "Can I donate so that the Buddha can hear my prayer?"

The host is also a person who lies without blushing: "Of course it's okay."

Ye Qingwan chuckled softly when she heard this.

The host's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

The girl had a half-smile on her face, and she didn't know whether she believed it or not. The host felt something was wrong and immediately backed down, "The poor monk won't disturb the donors for now."

Too lazy to pay attention to him, Ye Qingwan casually opened the paper, glanced at the content on it as quickly as possible, and then held the paper in her hands with a sarcastic smile.

Are even the signature papers mocking her?

On the other hand, Bai Yanran's face, which had been full of interest just now, immediately dropped. She looked suspiciously at the contents of her signature paper.

There are only three short words on the blue-gray paper: Don't force it

"It's just a pretense of psychological comfort." Ye Qingwan frowned and took the harmful piece of paper away from her hand, "Don't let this affect your mood, it's not worth the gain."

Bai Yanran cheered up instantly after receiving encouragement from her friends.

Zhiyi came over again and found the scrunched-up signature paper in Ye Qingwan's hand, and asked curiously: "Girl, what is yours?"

Ye Qingwan's mouth twitched, and her expression became unnatural. She said, "It's nothing, let's go out."

After saying that, she took Bai Yanran and left. When a few people were not paying attention, she casually threw the paper that had been clenched into a ball on the ground. The paper rolled into the darkness beside her.

After the group of them left, the ball of paper thrown away by Ye Qingwan was picked up by a big hand with distinct knuckles in the dark. The owner of the hand disappeared in the shadows, unfolded the ball of paper, glanced at it, and then signed the paper.

He put it into his sleeves and then retreated to a darker place, as if he had merged with the darkness and disappeared.

Walking out of the hall, bursts of noise came from not far away.

"Did something happen over there?" Zhiyi followed the sound, and after seeing the situation clearly, he said, "There weren't that many people there just now."

Ye Qingwan followed her words and looked in that direction. That direction was where the marriage tree was. She saw young women surrounding the marriage tree in circles.

Such excitement gave her a bad feeling.

The next second, Bai Yanran said: "Qingwan, let's go take a look."

really.

Bai Yanran is the complete opposite of herself. She wants to be isolated from the world just to be clean, but Bai Yanran feels uncomfortable if she doesn't join in the fun for a day.

It is not an exaggeration to use an analogy. If you cannot find her one day, you can definitely find that purple figure if you look for her in a crowded and lively place.

"Better say goodbye." Not all the excitement is so easy to join in.

Looking from a distance, they found a young man standing under the marriage tree. The man was tall and had an extraordinary temperament. He was wearing a sky-blue robe. He was holding an impressive folding fan and facing them sideways. He seemed to be looking at him.

The big tree is too far away, so I can't see its appearance clearly.

Ye Qingwan glanced at him from a distance. Although she was prepared, when she saw that person appearing in front of her again, she still couldn't help but clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. The hatred rolling in her eyes could no longer be seen.

Can't help it.
Chapter completed!