Qi Fei didn't dare to tiptoe. She walked through the hanging flower gate in an open manner without anyone paying attention to her. There were monks coming and going to clean the main hall. She was carrying a basin and turned around to see the thousand-year-old palace in the front hall.

The cypress tree was there shaking the emerald green of the tree. She told herself that she should be calmer. She was indeed calm. She had a smile on her face until she met Master Zhiran who came from the corner door. He walked straight up and said, "Donor

Where do you want to go?"

"Your Highness asked me to go out...to do something."

"Donor, please walk slowly. Lao Jijin said, if the benefactor moves, don't be silent. If you move, you may cause chaos and may cause trouble..." Master Lingran said while looking at her face, frowning and saying, "Allow me, please."

How about I take a look at my palm?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't have time. I'll come back to you later." Qi Fei smiled politely at him, turned around and left.

Ming Ran stood on the threshold, looking at her back, and slowly, his brows furrowed deeper.

Qi Fei was relieved when she heard that there were no footsteps behind her. She secretly congratulated herself on her cleverness in finding the right moment. She couldn't help but feel that he wouldn't let her leave. She couldn't move as quietly as she did. Could it be that she stretched her neck to welcome him?

The temple door was very large, only half opened, and the threshold was made of red pine, one foot high. She looked at the stone pavement at the door of the temple, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Freedom had never been so close, and she smiled so hard that her eyebrows crumpled.

,, She jumped over the threshold of the big red pine tree, and before she could stand still, a young monk came out of nowhere and stopped in front of her. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Almsgiver, Your Highness asked the poor monk to bring you the gift."

In a word..."

Qi Fei didn't listen to him at all, and ran around him and ran down the mountain. However, before he could run a few steps, his foot missed and he fell to the ground. Because he couldn't hold back, he rolled all the way down.

After climbing about ten steps, she stopped. Three souls and seven souls fell out of her body. She lay on the ground, panting. When she took a breath, she could clearly see two steps away.

Those white soft leather boots made of gold and gold are very strange. I have worn them for several days, but why are there no stains on them?

Qi Fei raised his head while coughing, only to see His Majesty Seventh Prince standing there like Xiuzhu, with a bit of amusement in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, not as a smile, but as if he wanted to say something.

Qi Fei was still coughing.

He finally spoke: "Didn't I ask the young master to send you a message?"

"What?" Qi Fei felt that everything was spinning, and the sky was showing an inverted angle. She knew that her lying posture must be very inelegant, but now she looked at the Seventh Prince with two heads, so she tried hard to shake

I tilted my head, trying to focus, but it made me cross-eyed.

"Amitabha, His Highness asked the young monk to inform the donor that the second and third stone steps down the mountain are empty below. Please be careful, please be careful." The young monk next to him came up to me at some unknown time and whispered slowly.

Be careful with your sister!

Qi Fei gritted her teeth and slowly stood up. She swayed twice and finally stood firm. She looked at the evil man in white clothes in front of her and smiled sarcastically: "Do you want to kill me now?"

"There are still five days." After the seventh prince finished speaking, he passed by her, leaving behind a scent of fragrance and a devastated girl.

Qi Fei looked at the group of guards down the mountain road and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The so-called seven-day appointment was just a game to others, but to herself, it was a mirage of hope, but she still regarded it as the last piece.

Driftwood, for her who was drowning, was better than nothing.

She didn't have the strength to run away yet, so she limped back. The way back was particularly long. When she walked through the hanging flower arch of the main hall, she saw Feitianli rushing in from outside the wall, his clothes in tatters.

He was dirty and black, and his hair was messy, as if he had gotten into a tree hole, and he was in a miserable state.
Chapter completed!