amaotonovel Chapter 283 Flame
Chapter 283 Flame
However, just sitting in the car without any entertainment can be quite boring.
"It must be late by the time we get to Hanlu Temple. The road is so long and everyone's been quiet. Let's play some games."
"Yuerong, aren't you the best at playing games?"
“Miss Ziyan, we’re not on a picnic, you really have no sense of crisis at all.”
Despite saying that, Fang Yuerong somehow pulled out a dice cup from somewhere.
There happened to be a small table in the middle of the carriage, so you could play dice or blackjack and guess who's bigger or smaller.
As a result, those accompanying the carriage outside heard the sound of dice being shaken coming from inside.
There were originally two groups of people, and then there were cultural differences on top of that.
People outside the horse farm simply don't understand why they do this.
I guess it's small!
"No, no, I guess big."
"Have you guessed yet? Don't try to renege on your bet if you lose again."
"Although my Fang family is very wealthy, most of our assets have been confiscated by the government, so money is very important to me. I can't cheat you."
Chu Qiu doesn't participate in their activities at all.
Looking at the smiles on their faces, he simply couldn't understand the fun in this game.
"I'm going out for a ride."
"No way! Our ugly face will scare people."
Wu Ziyan grabbed his hand. He thought she was completely absorbed in the story, but it turned out she could still hear him.
"How about we try a different game? How about composing poems?"
Wu Ziyan didn't actually want to play; he just wanted to kill time while he was bored on the road.
We laughed and joked all the way.
After they left the capital, they were completely unaware that someone was following them.
However, Wu Ziyan always felt something strange inside, as if something was about to happen, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
At this time, everyone in the capital was busy with their own affairs.
Han Yuxiu and Huang Ziliang were already on their way to the Holy Martial Division.
Han Yuxiu walked to the middle of the path, then suddenly stopped, looked at the sky, and said something inexplicably.
"Won't they be in danger?"
His mouth is always like it's been blessed; when Huang Ziliang heard him say that, a look of worry appeared between his brows.
But the emperor is far away, and their influence can't reach them, so their worries are pointless.
Wu Ziyan tilted her head, feeling sleepy in the car, listening to their random chatter beside her.
She interjected midway through, "By the way, who did the three of you learn your martial arts from?"
"In the military"
"We invited Mr. Wu."
"My family taught me this; after all, you need to have some ways to protect yourself when doing business."
"So, do you think it's too late for me to start learning martial arts now?"
The three of them shook their heads in unison, because learning martial arts requires laying a foundation from a young age.
Once you're past that age, your bones close, your hands and feet become stiff, and it becomes very difficult to practice.
She was just asking casually and wasn't disappointed.
The three thought they had offended him with their words, so they tried to make amends by saying something else.
"If you have exceptional talent, you can still learn it."
This was as if he hadn't said anything at all; he closed his eyes to rest again, still leaning on Changsun Boyu's shoulder.
He's sturdy, smells nice, and you can see his handsome profile when you look up.
She didn't even glance at the two men.
Yan had been following behind them for a long time.
But their journey was too slow, so she had to go ahead and wait for them at Hanlu Temple.
A young nun sweeping leaves stood at the entrance of Hanlu Temple, watching a woman dressed in tattered clothes with a fierce appearance approaching their temple gate, carrying a knife.
She held the broom firmly in her hand, for Buddhism teaches not to judge a book by its cover.
Even though he looked so fierce, the little nun still had a kind expression on her face and put her hands together in a gesture of respect: "Benefactor."
Yan remained silent, glancing at her with a cold, icy look, clearly a wicked person.
The young nun also seemed a little guilty: "Does the benefactor wish to stay the night?"
"Or do you want some vegetarian food, or perhaps you originally wanted to donate some money for incense?"
Yan tossed out a bag of silver, which Xiao Ni caught steadily. It was heavy, weighing at least a dozen taels, and her voice was hoarse.
"I would like to stay overnight at your temple."
"Sigh, I'll go prepare a room right away. Please wait a moment, benefactor."
For her, this money was all external possessions.
You can get a heavy bag of silver by killing a few passing women.
She was led inside by the young nun and looked around at the layout of Hanlu Temple.
They were searching for the best location for the assassination and the escape route.
There were about twenty people in their group, but only a few of them didn't know martial arts.
The rest of the people all had some martial arts skills, even those few seemingly weak men were all trained practitioners.
She was all alone, so she either sneaked into the kitchen when the nuns weren't looking and poisoned them all.
But if the poisoning is discovered, it will definitely raise their guard.
Her only target this time was Wu Ziyan, so as long as she killed her, she could go back and report.
She went into the side room and took out the portrait she had already drawn.
Of the people traveling with Wu Ziyan, one was a master, but the rest were negligible.
As I unfolded the portrait on the table, I heard a knock on the door.
She immediately rolled up the portrait again, her voice low and deep: "Who?"
“Send some vegetarian food to the benefactor.”
"no need."
The little nun tactfully withdrew, and Yan spread the portrait out again.
A general strategy has already been formed in my mind.
It seems that too many people will die, so poisoning would be a safer option.
As the saying goes, it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.
Aside from festivals and celebrations, Hanlu Temple doesn't have many worshippers.
Today, only a few pilgrims who came to fulfill their vows stay here.
They usually provide a vegetarian meal in the evening, so we went to their kitchen and poisoned it.
Once they are too weak to refute her, it will be as easy for her to strike.
Thinking it over, he put the portrait away and opened the door.
She still half-covered her face with a scarf, after all, her scarred face was indeed a bit scary.
I went outside and found Xiao Ni, who had delivered the food earlier, and asked her where the kitchen was.
The little nun found it strange that when she brought her vegetarian food earlier, the little nun refused to eat it, but now she was asking her where the kitchen was.
She had never left Hanlu Temple, so how could she know the wicked intentions of those outsiders?
With a casual gesture, he pointed towards the kitchen for her.
Yan thanked her and disappeared from Xiao Ni's sight. After figuring out the location, she went straight to the kitchen door, avoiding being seen.
There was no cook inside, only a pot of porridge that had already been cooked, probably prepared for them to eat that evening.
A packet of white, somewhat pungent medicinal powder, after a while, when put into a pot, even produced a few bubbles.
Fortunately, there was a lot of porridge, and the medicine powder mixed in had lost its original flavor.
For safety reasons, they even sprayed water mixed with medicine powder on the food.
Now we're just waiting for a group of people to arrive.
Wu Ziyan and his group finally arrived at Hanlu Temple at sunset.
Wu Ziyan had been wanting to get out of the car for a while.