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Chapter 3 I love you to the core
"So Lin Wanting and Chen Yansheng planned to say all the bad things about the prince in front of me, so that I could elope with him, so that they could take the opportunity to kill me."

"But they don't know that as early as ten years ago, when the prince saved my life at the Hot Spring Villa, I had decided not to marry the prince."

"So this time when I knew I could marry the prince, I couldn't tell how happy I was!"

When Lin Wanting heard her words, she was shocked. How did she know about this?

Lin Wanting said anxiously and angrily: "Cousin, it's okay for you to elope with Chen Yansheng, but you still frame me like this!"

"Over the years, the Lin family has served you with delicious food and drinks, but I never expected that you would repay a favor like this!"

Feng Shuying sneered: "The Lin family is serving me delicious food? Is the pickled steamed buns delicious every day?"

"On the other hand, everyone in the Lin Mansion, since I brought my family property to the Lin Mansion, your living standards have risen to a big level."

"It doesn't matter if you lie on my body and suck my blood, but if you ruin my marriage and kill me, are you still human?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Jing Moye lovingly and said, "Your Majesty, when we get married, I will definitely marry you with all my family property."

Between breaking up with Lin Wanting or offending Jing Moye, she chose the former without hesitation.

Although doing this will make her life in the Lin Mansion a little difficult in the future, at least she can save her life now.

Get through the immediate difficulties first and worry about the rest of the day later.

Jing Moye raised his eyebrows slightly: "Really? I'll wait and see."

After he finished speaking, he walked over to Feng Shuying, blew into her ear and said, "Although I don't know why you changed your mind..."

Feng Shuying's face froze, and Jing Moye continued: "But because today's drama is quite interesting, I will spare your life first."

"Remember to give me a surprise when we meet next time, otherwise the old and new accounts will be settled together."

Feng Shuying: "..."

So he didn't believe a word of her words from the beginning?

At this moment, a wild dog rushed out of the Zen room and barked at everyone.

Jing Moye said with some displeasure: "It's so noisy."

The next moment, the guard behind him shot the wild dog through the head with an arrow and nailed it to the tree. The surrounding area fell silent instantly.

Feng Shuying: "..."

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

She remembered what Jing Moye said just before he chopped Chen Yansheng into pieces, and the hairs on her body stood up.

Jing Moye saw her expression and smiled leisurely: "It would be better for this world to be a little quieter, Miss Feng, don't you think so?"

Feng Shuying: "...Yes! Everything the prince said is right!"

Jing Moye chuckled lightly, clasped one hand behind his back, and left leisurely, his whole body untainted by the worldly world, like a banished immortal.

Only a little blood on his white robe reminded her of what he had just done.

She turned around and shivered when she saw Chen Yansheng, who had lost a layer of skin all over his body but was not completely dead yet.

After all, Lin Wanting is a girl in a boudoir. She has never seen such a scene before, and she just feels weak in her hands and feet.

As soon as Jing Moye left, she didn't bother to clean up Feng Shuying and immediately had someone help her leave.

Feng Shuying didn't want to stay here for a long time, so she took her baggage containing gold and silver and wanted to leave.

But when she walked to the front yard, she met the abbot of the Buddhist temple.

The abbot beamed and said: "Donor Feng remembers the King of Chu and prays for him. The Buddha will definitely bless the King of Chu with a long life, good fortune and good health."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Although she knew that it was impossible to keep the money after what happened today, she really didn't expect that the abbot would come to her to ask for money. The properties that the original owner brought over after arriving at the Lin Mansion are all being taken care of by people from the Lin Mansion, and she brought out all the money she could use today.

She comforted herself that she had lost money to eliminate misfortunes. If the money was gone, she could still find a way to make money again, but she only had one life.

So when she handed the bundle of money to the abbot with a pious look on her face, she dug out two pearls from the corner and slid them into her sleeves along the palm of her hand.

Jing Moye saw this scene from behind the window lattice not far away, his eyes were heavy, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "You little liar who never tells the truth!"

After getting the bundle from Feng Shuying, the abbot smiled and said: "I will get half of these."

After he finished speaking, he opened the baggage and was about to get it. Jing Moye put one hand on the baggage and looked at the abbot coldly with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

The abbot was so angry at what he saw that he took his hand back in frustration, but he still wanted to ask for an advantage: "It's not kind of you to eat alone like this!"

Jing Moye said quietly: "You, a fake monk with five impure roots, are you trying to be kind to me?"

The abbot was furious: "The poor monk is a well-educated and eminent monk, not a fake monk!"

Jing Moye glanced at him lazily, and he immediately asked calmly: "My lord, your fiancée is quite interesting. Do you really want to marry her?"

Jing Moye said coaxingly: "As long as she survives until the wedding day, what's the problem with me marrying her?"

The abbot glanced at him with some surprise: "The prince's first seven fiancées are all dead. If she dies again, I am afraid that the prince will take the title of the evil star."

Jing Moye took out two pearls from the bag and put them on the table: "I bet these two pearls that she can live until the wedding day."

The abbot smiled and took out a thousand-tael silver note from his arms: "She is actually worth two pearls in the prince's heart. It seems that she is really special."

"Your Majesty bets that she will live, so I can only bet that she will die."

"It's not that I want to curse her to death, but there are people who won't let the prince get married smoothly. From the day she and the prince get married, she will definitely die!"

Jing Moye took out the handkerchief and coughed lightly. He glanced at the handkerchief and saw a dazzling red color on it. His eyes were full of coldness.

He asked the abbot: "Have you found a way to break the curse?"

The abbot shook his head: "The person who cast the spell on you is very powerful. If you can't find the object that cast the spell, there is no way to break the spell."

Jing Moye asked: "How long can I live?"

The abbot replied: "The spell you have cast is very vicious..."

"Time." Jing Moye interrupted him.

The abbot could only say: "In three months at most, your luck will be completely sucked away. By then you will..."

When he said this, he looked at Jing Moye sympathetically: "You will be involved in various accidents. You will choke to death when eating, drinking water, or falling while walking..."

"Shut up!" Jing Moye said coldly.

The abbot sighed: "I know you don't like to hear this, but it is the truth."

"Although people's destiny is determined by fate, it can also be stolen by others."

“When a person is no longer lucky, all kinds of bad luck will follow.”

"At that time, there is no need for others to take action, and I will die inexplicably."

"So the top priority is to find a Xuanmen master to resolve this situation."

When he said this, he said in a mean tone: "But Xuanmen has been surrounded ten years ago and all the disciples have died. Where can we find such a master?"

"In my opinion, you might as well just go and sleep with your fiancée, so that you can leave a trace of your blood in this world...Help!"

After kicking the abbot away, Jing Moye slowly walked out of the Zen room, with a hint of world-weary gloom in his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)