Wuyue Temple is located on a hill outside the outskirts of the capital, and is also the ancestral temple of the Ding King's Mansion. So there are no pilgrims or tourists coming to burn incense. It is very peaceful and pleasant along the way. As soon as I entered the temple, I smelled the smell of sandalwood that could not be dissipated in the air. Ye Li wrinkled his nose a little unaccustomedly, and Mo Xiuyao looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Ye Li whispered embarrassedly: "I don't believe in Buddhism." If she goes in later, she can't decide whether to worship. It seems meaningless to her if she doesn't believe in worshiping in front of the Buddha. Others should be inappropriate.

Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and said, "No wonder Ali never came out of Beijing to burn incense." Whether it is a lady from a wealthy family or a small family, they like to go to the major temples and temples in the suburbs of Beijing, or to burn incense or to ask for signatures. Some ask for everything to go well, while others ask for a good husband. But it seems that he has never heard of when the third lady of the Ye family went to the temple to ask for signatures and burn incense. Ye Li lowered her eyebrows and said, "Since I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, why are you embarrassed to ask for his blessing? If gods and Buddhas are really spiritual, how can she be busy with so many good men and women every day?" Mo Xiuyao raised her eyebrows and looked at Ye Li and smiled, "So, Ali still believes in herself more?"

Ye Li raised her head and smiled brightly, "If you can't even believe yourself, what else can you believe in this world?"

Mo Xiuyao nodded in agreement, "It just so happens that I don't believe it either. Ali can do whatever she wants."

Soon, a little nun came out to bring the two of them in. Wen was a very gentle woman. Although her appearance was not very outstanding, the faint tranquility and peace between her eyebrows added a bit of a unique taste to her face. Even wearing a gray monk's robe, it did not hide the gentleness and gracefulness of the scholarly family. When the two came in, there was no turmoil in her calm eyes. It was obvious that her heart was as calm as water or as withered.

"Xiuyao has met his sister-in-law." Mo Xiuyao pulled Ye Li forward and said to Wen, "Sister-in-law, this is A Li."

Ye Li respectfully stepped forward to greet him, "I have met my sister-in-law."

Wen's eyes fell on Mo Xiuyao's wheelchair and face, and soon turned to Ye Li again. A trace of sadness flashed through his calm eyes, and he said softly: "Give up. Brother and sister-in-law come and sit down." Ye Li thanked him and walked to Wen's side. Wen pulled her and looked at her, picked up a somewhat old brocade box from the side and handed it to her and said: "My sister-in-law is already a stranger, and there is no gift for you. This is the prince when I first married into the Ding King's Mansion... your elder brother gave it to me, saying that it was left by the mother's mother back then. Please keep it."

"This..." Although this brocade box looks old, it is worn and smooth, and it can be seen that people often take it out and wipe it. This should be the memorial that Wen has been with him. Wen smiled and shook his head and said, "Please accept it, I don't need these now." Ye Li no longer refused, put away the brocade box and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Wen looked at Ye Li and said, "Your elder brother is the second brother, I am a sister-in-law... It's useless. In the future, brothers and sisters and second brothers should support each other and live a good life." Ye Li understood that Wen was talking about the change in the Ding King's Mansion, but she did not stay in the Ding King's Mansion to handle the affairs of the Ding King's Mansion for Mo Xiuyao, but left the seriously injured and disabled Mo Xiuyao to practice. Ye Li did not think that Wen was wrong. She was just a woman under twenty at that time, and she was not even a woman that could be cultivated by a large family. When her husband suddenly passed away and the only bloodline in the mansion was seriously injured and disabled, it was indeed difficult for a woman who was not strong enough to support the entire Ding King's Mansion.

"Thank you for your teachings, sister-in-law." Ye Li nodded, looked at Mo Xiuyao and said softly: "Since I got married to the prince, I will naturally share honor and disgrace in the future."

"Okay, I'll feel relieved." Wen nodded with relief.

Ye Li frowned and hesitated for a moment before saying, "My sister-in-law lives here alone, I don't know if she returns home... Even if my sister-in-law practices in the home, she will be fine."

Wen shook his head and said, "I am used to being pursuing here, but I am not used to going back." Ye Li persuaded him repeatedly, but Wen just refused to let go and said that he would give up. After talking for a while, Wen kept the two of them for lunch together and said that they would copy the scriptures and let Mo Xiuyao take Ye Li around.

Although Wuyue Temple is just a ancestral temple, it is not small in size. Ye Li pushed Mo Xiuyao and walked in the quiet bamboo forest behind the temple. Because of Wen, the mood was inevitably a little heavy.

"Ali, if it were you, you wouldn't be like your sister-in-law, right?" After a long time, I heard Mo Xiuyao ask in a deep voice.

Ye Li nodded, suddenly remembered that Mo Xiuyao could not see his movements and said, "No. I will try my best to make myself live a better life."

Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and said, "This is great. Sister-in-law... is actually not suitable to be the princess of the Ding King's Mansion. It is our Mo family who is sorry for her." If it weren't for the elder brother to avoid Mo Jingqi's suspicion, he might not have chosen Wen, a common scholarly family. Ye Li thought for a while and said, "Maybe my sister-in-law has no regrets." Every time when she heard Wen talk about her husband, Ye Li could see a faint tenderness and nostalgia in her calm eyes. Maybe Mo Xiuwen chose her for the Ding King's Mansion, but Wen may not have no feelings for Mo Xiuwen or Mo Xiuwen.

Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly and said, "The Ding King's Mansion has never given her a chance to regret." The Great Chu stopped the woman who lost her father from remarrying, but the widow of the Ding King's Mansion was not so easy to remarry. Without enough courage to face the eyes of the world, Wen could not even have the idea of ​​regretting herself. "But... A Li. I allow you to regret it."

"Your Majesty tells me, can I marry again if you die?" Ye Li asked with a raised eyebrows.

Mo Xiuyao did not object and nodded, "Well, that's what I mean."

Ye Li looked at the sky and rolled her eyes at a place where Mo Xiuyao could not see. Anger that came from somewhere made her sneer, "So... does the prince want to die early or want to die early?" He raised his eyebrows for her strange sentence, Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "I still want to die as much as possible."

"Is that so? This is really not good news..."

"Get out of the way!" Before Ye Li finished speaking, Mo Xiuyao suddenly turned around and pushed Ye Li away.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" A sound of breaking through the air passed by, and three diamond-shaped darts shining with cold blue light were nailed to the bamboo beside Ye Li.

"Since you are here, why not come out and see you?" Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and stared at the hand placed on the armrest of the wheelchair and said lightly.

"Haha...Mo Xiuyao, are you finally willing to come out of the Ding King's Mansion? I thought you would have to crouch inside and dare not come out to see people for the rest of your life." With a loud laugh, a tall figure appeared in the bamboo forest. Soon, a group of men in black surrounded the three of them.

Mo Xiuyao looked up at the person who came, and the smile on his lips was as cold as snow. "You... dare to take off the facial scarf on your face and say it again?"
Chapter completed!