Female Queen Quick Time Travel: The Wife is a Husband Lover

  Chapter 722 Taifu’s Paranoid Husband (82)

   "Your Excellency loves His Highness the Ninth Prince, I naturally know, but His Royal Highness's actions are all for His Excellency, no matter how annoyed Your Lord is, you shouldn't drive His Highness Ninth Prince to Qingyun Temple at night!"

  Since Mo Yan followed Chu Moyan, he no longer cares about Su Qiruo calling him master.

  From the day when the four of them were given to His Highness the Ninth Prince, there was only one master of them, and that was the Ninth Prince Chu Moyan.

   Now that his master has been wronged, he naturally wants to ask a few more questions.

  Su Bai also felt that his master was going too far.

   "Master may be afraid that His Royal Highness Jiu would kneel in the Green Bamboo Hall all night and hurt his body, so he ordered me to send His Royal Highness Jiu out of the palace overnight."

   "If that's the case, isn't she afraid that the Ninth Prince will go down to Qingyun Temple and kneel in front of the Buddha all night? His Highness Ninth Prince's body has been in trouble in Japan during this period. If you feel sorry for him, you shouldn't be so cruel."

  As Mo Yan talked, he felt a little unworthy for his highness. He treated the Tai Tuo with such a sincere heart, but was ruthlessly thrown out by the Tai Tuo.

   They are just servants and find it difficult to accept, how much pain should His Royal Highness feel in his heart!

   "Master is not that kind of person!"

  Su Bai glared at Mo Yan, she realized that women and men are really different.

   This Mo Yan is obviously a subordinate of the master, and he has only been with the Ninth Prince for a few days, and he "betrayed the master".

  Although this is also what the master meant, she still feels that it is not worth it for her master.

Mo Yan also realized that he had overstepped the rules, so he said in a good voice: "I don't mean to blame the Lord, but His Royal Highness is not in good health and has a heavy heart. I hope you and Sister Su Hong can persuade the Lord to come and pick you up sooner." Your Highness."

   "Don't worry, we are not willing to see His Royal Highness suffer."

   Su Bai responded happily to these words, after all, the Ninth Prince was also half of her and Su Hong's apprentices, and they always favored him in their hearts.

   "In the carriage behind are the tonics and medicinal materials that the master brought to His Highness the Ninth Prince, as well as some thick clothes. You take good care of His Highness on the mountain, and remember that you can't leave people around him at all times."

  As Su Bai said, there was a gleam of coldness in his eyes, "If there is any mistake in His Highness the Ninth Prince, none of us can escape."

   Not to mention these four hidden guards, if the Ninth Prince really did something wrong, the entire Qingyun Temple would have to be buried with the Ninth Prince.

  Thinking like this, Su Bai decided to wait until she got up the mountain, and she had to go and explain to the host in person, and she had to take good care of His Highness the Ninth Prince.

   "The subordinate understands."

   Mo Yan has not called himself a "subordinate" for a long time, and at this moment, he seems to have returned to the past.

   That woman who always seems to be as gentle as jade is actually more ruthless than anyone else.

   Qingyun Temple is less than two hundred miles away from the capital, but the road is difficult at night, and it is already daylight when we arrive.

  Mo Yu helped Chu Moyan step up the steps up the mountain, while the guards behind him were carrying large and small bags.

  Chu Moyan glanced lightly, but didn't say much.

  He knew that he didn't bring those things with him, and he also knew that the man must be worried about him, so he brought so many things.

  Although the woman who drove the car for him was disguised very well, he could still tell at a glance that she was Su Bai.

   It's just that Su Bai refuses to admit him, and he won't take the initiative to admit it either.

  Chu Moyan had mixed feelings in his heart, sour and astringent, but in the end it still covered up some of the previous pain.

  Even if she annoyed him, she still cared about him.

  Thinking of this, Chu Moyan felt his dead heart warm again.

  He is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid that the Taifu will get tired of him, so he will never want him again.

   A group of people arrived at Qingyun Temple, and the host came out to greet them in person after hearing about it.

  Chu Moyan was arranged in the wing room where Su Qiruo lived in previous years. It was a separate courtyard, quiet and warm.

  No meat can be seen in the temple, so Su Bai asked Mo Yan and Mo Yu to keep an eye on the servant who cooks for the Ninth Prince. Every time they cook porridge, they must put some nourishing herbs and bird's nest.

  The guards they brought were all left by Su Bai to protect Chu Moyan. The courtyard was surrounded by people like a copper wall and an iron wall, so it couldn't be safer.

  The snow in the capital has already melted, but there are still snowflakes in Qingyun Temple.

  Before Su Bai left, he ordered the hidden guards to find the best silver charcoal, for fear of freezing the people inside.

  Su Bai, who was shivering from the cold, sat on the top of the wall and looked at the servant who was sweeping snow in the yard, and couldn't help sighing.

   I don't know whether the master is punishing His Royal Highness Jiu, or punishing them as servants.

   His Highness the Ninth Prince is distressed, and their bodies are in pain.

  While Mo Yu opened the door, Su Bai peeked in secretly, seeing that Chu Moyan was drinking medicine obediently, Su Bai hurriedly took out a piece of black charcoal and a thin piece of paper from his arms.

"everything is fine."

  After the roll was sent back to the capital by the carrier pigeon, she wrapped her cotton coat tightly around her body, and went to find the old host.

  The abbot of Qingyun Temple and their master are old friends. The master's sweetheart lives here. The abbot must take more care, otherwise it would be too boring.

  Chu Moyan drank the medicine and felt warmer, so he wanted to go for a walk in the temple.

   Qingyun Temple is the royal temple of Southern Chu. It is said that when the first emperor was still alive, he would bring everyone from the harem here to offer incense every year.

   It's just that after the new emperor ascended the throne, everything was still in a hurry, and it has been two years since then.

   But it is said that Tai Tuo will come every year, sometimes he will stay overnight and then go back, sometimes he will rush back overnight.

  Mo Yan took a thick cloak with a white fox fur collar and put it on Chu Moyan: "It's cold on the mountain, if your Highness wants to go out, you must wear more."

   Didn't sleep all night, according to what he meant, he wanted His Highness to take a rest before going out, but looking at it like this, His Highness might not be able to sleep.

  As soon as Chu Moyan went out, he saw a few plum blossoms in the corner. Most of the petals had already fallen off, and only a few here and there remained.

   "The plum blossoms are all thanks..."

  Winter is almost over, but he feels colder than usual.

  Su Qiruo received a note from Su Hong when she came back from court. Although there were only four words, it calmed her down all night.

   All right.

   "Master, Nanfang sent several carts of jujubes and sweet oranges today. The subordinates saw that they were very fresh. Would you like to send some back to the old lady?"

  When these things are sent to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, they will first be sent to the servants of the West Palace and the highnesses of the palaces according to the regulations, and the rest will be rewarded to ministers with meritorious service or given away by the Taifu.

"Um."

  Su Qiruo responded without raising her head, feeling that Su Hong hadn't left yet, she couldn't help frowning.

  Su Hong coughed lightly, and touched her nose in embarrassment.

   "Then, the case of His Highness Ninth Prince..."

  Su Qiruo pressed the note into a military book at hand, and then calmly said: "Someone send it!"

  (end of this chapter)