Qiao Yiran now completely listened to An Qing's words and acted without any discount.
He simply relied on his love for his daughter, which made An Qing feel warm in his heart, and even the original owner's resentment was relieved a little.
An Qing knew that this was because the original owner was moved by Qiao Yiran's love and trust in him.
He sighed secretly in his heart, but with a sincere smile on his face, he looked at Qiao Yiran and said, "Dad, you are confused.
Now everyone's My eyes are all fixed on you.
I can only go here, you can’t go."
Although what An Qing said was very reasonable, Qiao Yiran was still very worried and sent a pair of people to follow him before letting him go on the pretext of offering incense and praying for blessings.
Anqing looked at the familiar scenery along the way, feeling inexplicably as if he was revisiting his old place.
In Qingyue Nunnery, Qing Wu had already received the letter and came with the people from the nunnery to greet her.
When she saw An Qing getting off the sedan, she couldn't help but be slightly startled, but she quickly calmed down and showed a look of surprise on her face.
A kind smile followed.
In the presiding meditation room, Qingwu put his hands together in front of Anqing and said with a smile: "I have met the princess."
Although Qingwu was alone in the room with Anqing, he did not ask her anything, just as if he was seeing the people coming and going for the first time.
Distinguished guests generally pay attention to etiquette.
"Isn't it surprising that Master knows this?"
An Qing helped Qing Wu, who was bowing to salute, and asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
"It's unexpected, but the princess is naturally talented.
It's normal for her to be like this."
Qing Wu looked at An Qing and smiled, his words were flawless.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
No one mentioned An Qing's secret departure and Mrs.
Lin Hou's attack. , just like meeting old friends again "The old nun has ordered people to clean the meditation room.
The princess and her party can go in and rest at any time.
The princess's meditation room is in the bamboo garden.
It is extremely clean."
An Qing did not say much to Qingwu, as if he didn't know the road, and Qingwu led the way.
She went to the Zhuyuan Zen Room that she was extremely familiar with.
There were four Zen rooms in a row.
Anqing left a girl and a woman specially arranged for her by Qiao Yiran to look at the kitchen, but no one else was arranged.
Having arrived at Qingyue Temple, Anqing's purpose of this trip was the Fourth Prince, and at this time, all she could do was say one word: wait.
In Qingyue Temple, Anqing lit a long incense lamp to pay homage to the mother of the original owner, walked around the bamboo garden, and then sent the girl to lie alone in the Zen room.
An Qing was like this every day, just to wait for that person, but from dusk to dawn, from dawn to dusk, for three days in a row, she didn't even see the shadow of the fourth prince.
At nightfall, An Qing seemed a little anxious.
He lost his temper at the woman who was serving the food, and sent everyone away.
It was a cold night in the mountains, so An early in the morning nestled down on a soft couch covered with thick quilts, leaving no girl to guard her.
She only left a red candle to lean on and read a book, but she didn't want to miss a few pages.
Just got drowsy The door of the Zen room was pushed open gently without any sound, and a tall figure walked in slowly, without making any noise in his steps, until he stood in front of An Qing.
The red candle swayed, reflecting the light, and the face flickered between bright and dark, but it did not cover up the handsome appearance at all.
A pair of tall eyes were even more stunningly bright in the night.
He stared at An Qing for a long time. , the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice was slightly cold: "You've been pretending to be asleep for so long, aren't you afraid that I'll leave?"
As soon as he finished speaking, An Qing yawned and opened his eyes.
When his eyes met, An Qing was stunned for a moment, and then stood up from the warm quilt.
He was not embarrassed at all because he was only wearing underwear.
Standing straight in front of him, looking at him steadily, silent for a long time.
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