Destiny Phoenix

Chapter 44 Apricot Garden
In Youyun Peak, when the first rays of sunlight hit the top of the cliff in the morning, Feng Qingyao had just finished training for the day.

She retracted the sword neatly, raised her eyes and looked not far away.

Under the pine and cypress trees, half a flower sits cross-legged, the wind blows, and the black hair flutters with the wind, as elegant and comfortable as the wild cranes in the clouds.

This scene seems familiar.

As if it was a memory that was thousands of years away, she searched the depths of her mind, but could not find any trace.

"Tired?" Seeing her approaching, Hua Banli stood up.

"It's okay, let's go!" Reaching out to pick up the silk handkerchief he handed over, his fingertips almost touched his hand, only to see him startled, quickly dodge her hand, and throw the handkerchief over from a distance.

She took the veil, eyes showing doubts like water.

"I'm a ghost." Seeing her thoughts, he opened his mouth to explain, an inexplicable sadness flashed across his elegant and noble face.

The figure turned around and disappeared.

Feng Qingyao raised her eyebrows, he knew that it was her, so why are you sad?
Regardless of comforting him, she walked towards the temple.There is a rule in Youyun Temple not to support idlers, so when she lives here, she needs to follow the arrangements of the temple and do what she can.

Back in the temple, I happened to meet Master Jingyuan.

Master Jingyuan is the younger brother of the presiding abbot. He is kind and responsible for arranging chores in the temple.It seemed that he was looking for her, but Bai Xiu was faltering and finding excuses to block her.

"Good morning, Master Jingyuan." She walked forward a few steps.

"Morning, Miss Feng." Standing on her chest with one hand, Jing Yuan bent slightly towards her, and said, "Du Ning is not here today, can you clean the apricot garden for him?"

"Okay." Feng Qingyao agreed wholeheartedly.

Following the path pointed by Jing Yuan, she found the gate of a courtyard outside the temple, and after a closer look, she found that it was the courtyard where Zhan Hua had first met.

It turns out that this place is called Xingyuan, and I left in such a hurry last time that I didn't notice that there were two words written on the stone gate.

Walking on the bluestone road, she suddenly thought of Mo Zhanhua.He stood there with a heavy sadness all over his body, and one couldn't help but want to step forward to comfort him.She is a little curious, what kind of woman is it that makes a man reveal something similar to despair?And who is it that can make this cold-faced prince, who is so powerful, not even keep a maid in his family?

"Come out after cleaning the front yard, don't go to the backyard." Master Jingyuan's words were still in her ears, but she couldn't resist the drive of curiosity, and gently pushed open the wooden door of the backyard.

The apricot tree in front of the tomb is already lush and lush. Without the powerful aura of the man who drifts thousands of miles away in snow and ice, the small courtyard is extraordinarily quiet and peaceful, with only the rustling of leaves.

"I can't tell, that cold-faced prince has a heart!" She muttered, and walked to the stone tablet with some envy.

On the cold stone tablet, there is a solemn and solemn big character: Mu, Yun's tomb.

The person in the grave was actually his mother!

She was surprised.

"How's the investigation on the matter in the northern border?" A majestic and indifferent voice came from behind, her heart tightened, and she hid to the side of the house so quickly that she couldn't cover her ears.

By the time she realized that she came in openly, it was already too late.

The man glanced over coldly, "Who is here?"

She sighed in her heart, this man's vigilance is really too high!He walked out from the wall with his head down, "My little girl has seen His Royal Highness Zhan Wang."

"It's you?!" The bottomless eyes like a dry well were dyed with a dangerous color.

"Exactly, the little girl was appointed by the master of the Jingyuan of Youyun Temple to come to the apricot garden to clean up." She replied word by word, her appearance was respectful, neither humble nor overbearing, it didn't look like she was lying.

Mo Zhanhua frowned, "Who allowed you to come to the backyard?"

In the indifferent and majestic dedicated line, there are chilling warnings.

(End of this chapter)