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That night, everyone was suffering, and Feng Ningyan was being tormented.

The bright red light of the blood soul candle didn't extinguish for the entire night. Shen Lingjue and Lan Zhu also didn't close their eyes as they guarded Feng Ningyan's bed for the rest of the night.

Du Shi was already dead. Before her death, she accused Fourth Aunt Fan of poisoning Shen Ling Jue and Feng Ning Yan, but whether or not she fell off the cliff was not something she could pursue.

Therefore, with the death of the Du family, Fourth Aunt Fan's husband, Zhao Bang, imprisoned, sentenced to death in the autumn, this was considered the end of the case.

As for what poison Feng Ning Yan had been poisoned with, or who had instigated the Du Family, it was still a mystery.

Early in the morning, when Feng Ningyan woke up, she looked like a different person. Her sickly face and frail body no longer had her usual vigorous and heroic look.

Shen Ling Jue saw this and felt pain in his heart, but did not step into Feng Ning Yan's room. Throughout the morning, he sat alone in the pavilion, enjoying the moon and playing the zither, but even the Zen music from the Sacred Light Temple was unable to calm him down.

Ever since they were married, the two of them were inseparable, even though they weren't husband and wife.

Now that Feng Ning Yan was poisoned, he could only avoid it.

Thinking of this, his fingertip trembled, and a string snapped …

When Feng Ning Yan heard the sound of the broken string, she couldn't help but walk to the window, watching Shen Ling Jue sitting alone in the pavilion with his back facing her, her heart filled with an inexplicable sense of desolation.

Lan Zhu saw Feng Ning Yan staring at Shen Ling Jue dumbly, and immediately held her hand, closing the window, and said:

"Miss, Second Madam had already arranged a banquet at the Holy Light Temple yesterday, we will go there in a while …"

Lan Zhu did not mention Shen Ling Jue at all, nor did she mention that Shen Ling Jue had spent the night in front of the bed made of phoenix smoke. This was all due to Shen Ling Jue's orders.

However, Feng Ningyan asked, "Will the palace be going down?"

Lan Zhu was startled. She lowered her head and felt sad for a moment before she said, "Your highness asked Imperial Guard Chu to accompany you there. He said that he didn't like Suhai, so … "I'm not going anymore …"

As Feng Ning Yan listened, a burning feeling rose in her heart.

Frightened, she quickly sat down cross-legged on the bed and adjusted her own Qi to suppress the raging fire.

The poison had flared up twice since it was poisoned, so she knew that this feeling was a sign of flaring up.

She could not help but become even more confused, thinking back to the first time when she was poisoned, when she was holding the silver hairpin, thinking about that night when she first met Shen Lingjue.

However, when the Du Family died, she was moved by Shen Ling Jue's oath. At that moment, she even wanted to hug him tightly …

It was at that time that she developed her poison for the second time.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

Could it be that the poison's effects were related to her feelings?

As long as she was in a relationship with a man, would the poison attack her?

Could it be that she really has a thought that shouldn't have been made for Shen Ling Jue?

"No …" "It's not like that …"

Her head hurt a little, and she quickly got rid of the distracting thoughts related to Shen Ling Jue. She continued to sit cross-legged with luck to calm her heart down, and finally, the strange poison did not take effect.

She knew that aside from being able to suppress the poison in her body, she could also help by meditating and circulating her energy.

"Lan Zhu, help me pack up and change my clothes. I'm going to the Sacred Light Temple to meditate for the next few days."

"But Miss, this courtyard isn't far from the Sacred Light Temple. Why would you want to go there …"

Lan Zhu was afraid that the meditation room of the Holy Light Temple would be too simple and crude, which would be detrimental to the recuperation of Feng Ning Yan.

However, Feng Ning Yan insisted on going. Lan Zhu suspected that she was having a falling out with Shen Ling Jue, so she found an excuse to go and report to Shen Ling Jue.

To his surprise, Shen Lingjue did not object.

"Take good care of my consort. This King will be right here if anything happens."

Lan Zhu could not help but feel some heartache for her two masters. "Your highness, this servant knows that you love Miss dearly, so why don't you let this servant talk about your vigil last night and why I didn't accompany her to the Holy Light Temple …" "If you were to go, she would definitely be happy …"

"Lan Zhu, if you don't want her to be poisoned again, do as This King says."

Shen Ling Jue was unable to explain. He only knew that the poison had cut a chasm between him and Feng Ning Yan, preventing them from getting close to each other.

Before he could purge the poison from her body, he had to stay away from her and let her return to the pure and simple state where she had no desire or attachment to him.

Lan Zhu rubbed her eyes, nodded and said, "This servant understands. This servant will go …"

At noon, Feng Ningyan, accompanied by Lan Zhu, Qingxue, Chu Zhao, and the others, slowly walked into the Holy Light Temple.

Reaching the top of the mountain, she suddenly turned her head, only to see that Shen Lingjue was still standing in the pavilion, looking up at the temple door of the Holy Light Temple, also looking back at her.

She gritted her teeth and walked into the temple.

After eating the vegetarian cave, she sat in front of the temple like the other disciples, meditating and chanting.

"All love will grow in fear in the morning, all love will grow in fear in the morning, all love will grow in fear in the morning, and if you leave your lover, there will be no worry and no fear."

After reciting these four empty and clear scriptures, Feng Ning Yan's heart quickly became much calmer.

Unknowingly, the raging fire within his body disappeared.

Over the next few days, she meditated in the meditation room, listening to the chanting and the ringing of bells. She listened to the monks in the temple sweeping the floor and talking about buddhist skills. She finally understood why so many people believed in the Buddha.

That was because there was nothing more righteous and loving than this seemingly heartless buddhism.

Compared to these people who had broken through the mortal world, Feng Ningyan couldn't help but feel that even though she would eventually grow old and lonely, it wouldn't be that difficult to let go of her worries.

After three days of recuperation, she was able to recover her strength and find a way to calm her heart.

Three days later, in the early morning, she walked down from the Sacred Light Monastery and returned to the hot spring courtyard with the scent of sandalwood. From afar, she saw Shen Ling Jue already waiting for her.

The morning dew had moistened his somewhat pale face. However, after three days, he had become much thinner than before.

Feng Ningyan walked in front of him and bowed in respect, "Chenqie greets Your Highness. Three days from now, your highness is well? "

Shen Ling Jue reached out a hand to support her. Seeing that her complexion was much better than before she came up the mountain, as if she was not poisoned, he was extremely happy in his heart.

However, he only said lightly, "This king is very well. If the wangfei is well, then we shall set off today."

Feng Ningyan nodded. "Yes."

Three days ago, the two of them paid their respects to the Feng family's elders. They were so intimate that it caused others to be envious. However, three days later, they unexpectedly became as respectful as ice.

Lan Zhu saw this and felt pain in her heart. She couldn't help but turn her head and rub her eyes.

These few days of parting were just around the corner, far away from the horizon. Even if Lan Zhu didn't personally see it, he would be able to understand a bit from Shen Ling's thin face how she was worried about him.

However, the Miss seemed to have been enlightened and was even colder towards him. Lan Zhu was unable to say a single word, and in her heart, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

After the death of the Green Ruo, Feng Ning Yan was poisoned. After wandering around the gates of hell for a while, Lan Zhu was no longer as impatient as before.

It wasn't that she didn't want to cry, but that she didn't want to cry in front of Feng Ningyan, afraid that tears would cause her pain.

The horse carriage was quickly prepared and waiting for Shen Ling Jue and Feng Ning Yan at the foot of the mountain.