Chapter 142: Are you saying that I am an unlucky person?
He has always been cold and calm, but only Yan Li can make him so chaotic.
Abbot Shikong sighed and recited Amitabha and led the young novice to follow him.
The frightened concubine was busy patting her chest and talking about her narrow escape, while Concubine Ping stood silently and cried in fear.
He handed her a silk scarf and smiled at her kindly.
"My dear Concubine Ping, natural and man-made disasters are unpredictable."
"If something happens to Miss Yan Li..."
"In the situation just now, if something happens, your Majesty is closest to the pillar, and you will be the first one to get into trouble."
Concubine Ping looked at the ground in despair.
"Perhaps, I really don't have that kind of luck. In the past years, Miss Yanli's second incense stick would never have been like this."
While blaming herself, she finally realized that she still had the sixth house to deal with temporarily, so she managed her emotions and forced a smile.
"Sisters, you are frightened. Go back and rest first. If you have anything to do, wait until tomorrow."
"Yes, Concubine Ping."
The palace concubines looked at the collapsed and messy prayer platform with lingering fear. When they heard what Concubine Ping said, they thanked her and walked away as fast as flying.
next day
Shi Kong ordered people to clean up the prayer platform, and found a broken pillar standing upright in the center of the prayer platform.
When I walked in and took a look, I also found two very small words engraved on it. At this moment, the pillar was moved to the center of the hall.
"What's written on the pillar?"
Yelu Zihan frowned and asked.
Ming Kangwen stepped forward and looked at it carefully, then turned around and reported.
"Back to the emperor, it is engraved with 'Smoke dwells in a heavy building, the dawn is not far away.'"
"Hey, how come there is such a poem on such a beautiful pillar?"
Qiuzi asked pretending to be curious.
I laughed coldly in my heart. Qiu Ziyu has always been known as a talented woman. Even I can understand such two simple sentences. How could she not understand?
This statement is indeed very ironic to those who understand.
"Look, the first word of these two sentences is not really the word 'Yanli' when connected. Could it be that it is Miss Yanli? In previous years, Miss Yanli worshiped the second incense stick, but not this year. Is it because the gods are blaming her?"
Already?"
Concubine Qiang took over the conversation and looked like Concubine Ping with a smile on her face.
"Hey, if you are unlucky, if you insist on getting ahead, you will only tire yourself and others."
"That's enough. I asked Ping'er to put up the second incense stick. Are you saying that I am an unlucky person?"
Yelu Zihan's seemingly lazy voice was filled with impatience. Concubine Qiang knew that it was a sign of Yelu Zihan's displeasure, so she reluctantly apologized and stopped talking.
"Abbot Shikong, what do you think of this matter?"
"Amitabha, Your Majesty, maybe everything is God's will. I should also congratulate Your Majesty for fulfilling his wish for so many years."
Shi Konghao's wish came true, and this one added fuel to the fire. It turned out that it was not Yan Li's wishful thinking.
"Abbott, actually..."
Yelu Zihan was about to say something when suddenly he heard a "whoosh" and a cold arrow shot in from outside the door.
The arrow seemed to have eyes and was specifically aimed at Yelu Zihan. I wanted to rush over and intercept it but it was too late. I saw Yelu Zihan grabbing it with his bare hands, and the cold arrow was already in his hand.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Leng Jian found his companions, and there was a dense rain of arrows.
Abbot Shikong blocked some of the arrows with a wave of his cassock, while Yelv Zihan drew out his long sword and danced like a swan, sweeping a row of sharp arrows to the ground, with the white feathers on each arrow still shaking.