I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 39: Asking for Medical Treatment at the Temple

Could it be that on the boat that day, and here today, he applied medicine to himself not to flirt with himself, but to find a reason to give the medicine to himself?

Is it the same as Nian'er being able to get the medicine?

But the small wound on the foot is basically invisible now, and there is no scar at all.

Did he discover that he had an injury on his back?

Lu Mingyang, he wants to marry you only because he is attracted by your status as the daughter of Marquis Chengyang, to save face for himself, and to gain a good reputation as a descendant of a loyal and good person.

What does it have to do with you? Why are you so touched?

A cold wind suddenly picked up, and the first snow of winter began to fall. The snow was grainy and astringent, like salt.

Lu Mingyang walked towards the room along the wet ground.

At this hour, my sister had already fallen asleep, lying on the quilt, looking lazy, like a curled-up little cat.

Lu Mingyang covered her with a blanket and went to close the window.

Xiangguo Temple hangs high above the mountain, Buddha's light shining everywhere. Lu Mingyang suddenly thought of someone. In such a cold day, would he freeze to death?

Using the excuse of being cold, Lu Mingyang asked the eunuch on duty for a quilt, gave him some silver as a purchase, and carried it to the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple.

The windows and doors of the mountain temple were closed, and she knocked gently.

"Master Little Monk, are you there?"

No one responded.

Sleeping soundly, or gone?

Lu Mingyang walked in, lit a candle, went to the side door next to the mountain god statue and knocked lightly, but still no one responded.

Are you really gone?

Lu Mingyang felt a little lost, but she didn't want to pry for the answer. She sat down against the stone statue and listened quietly to the wind and snow outside.

I fell asleep while listening.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Mingyang woke up from the cold. He vaguely saw a figure passing by and asked in surprise, "Master Little Monk, are you in there?"

There was a noise inside, but it took a long time before the sound came out.

"Why is the girl sleeping here?"

It was the same tone I heard that day, childish but reassuring.

"I was worried that you would be cold, so I brought a quilt over."

Lu Mingyang stood up, and the quilt slipped off her body. Hey, she was clearly holding it, how did it end up covering her? Without thinking, she folded it up and carried it to the door, but no one opened it.

"Master Little Monk?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow, there's no need." The person inside refused coldly.

Lu Mingyang smiled and said, "It's a good thing to benefit from it. Little monk, why do you have to think so much? This is a gift from me. Thank you for your enlightenment that day. My calamity has been resolved."

"Put that girl down!"

"Oh!"

Lu Mingyang wanted to say a few more words to him, but when he heard that he was in a bad mood, he put down the quilt and turned to leave.

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations for what?"

Lu Mingyang grumbled when he heard the little monk's voice, closed the temple door, and turned back, intending to have a good chat with him: "I'm telling you, I seem to be in big trouble."

A low, dull humming sound came from inside.

Lu Mingyang suddenly realized that it was a bit rude of him to run all the way here to disturb a sleeping person and listen to his complaints, so he smiled embarrassedly.

"Master Little Monk, I came here tonight just to ask you, do you know of any miracle healers who can bring the dead back to life?"

Lu Mingyang felt that as long as he stayed in the temple, he would always receive people who came to worship Buddha because of their terminal illnesses, or people who came to fulfill their vows after recovering from serious illnesses.

These people will more or less mention the names of some miracle doctors.

The question inside was, "Is anyone in the girl's family sick?"

"He's not a family member, but a benefactor of mine who helped me through this difficult time. He's seriously ill, and many great doctors have said he won't live more than three years, but I still want to find a doctor to see him."

After a long time without a response, Lu Mingyang knocked on the wooden door, "Master Little Monk, are you listening to me?"

"Yes!" someone inside asked, "Most famous doctors in the world have their own specialties. What disease do you want to treat, young lady?"

"Injury. He was a soldier and was seriously injured in the battlefield three years ago."

Lu Mingyang made up a lie and continued, "It must have been caused by a blunt object. I once saw a scar the size of a bowl on his chest. Later, it might have been due to... overindulgence."

"I've never heard of a famous doctor who can treat injuries in the world, but there is a miracle doctor who has the ability to bring the dead back to life. His name is Zhang Jingzhi, and people in the martial arts world call him Yan Wangchou."

"Where is he?"

"He traveled all over the world and disappeared without a trace." The person inside advised: "Life and death are determined by fate, so you'd better not look for him."

Lu Mingyang shook his head. "Only after doing everything humanly possible can we leave the rest to fate. If we haven't done everything humanly possible and then leave the rest to fate, that's laziness, an excuse, and irresponsibility. They saved my life, I can't just say I can't find them and then feel at ease and not look for them."

"The girl has a kind heart."

"What's so good about being kind? I just don't want to owe anyone anything." Lu Mingyang sighed and asked, "Master Little Monk, do you have any clues?"

"I've never seen him, but I've heard he's an old man with a white beard and long eyebrows, who likes to travel to remote mountains and distant seas. He's often accompanied by a young man in blue clothes. Because he's been immersed in potions for years, he has a faint herbal scent. His name is Leng Somefeng."

"Leng Lingfeng?" Lu Mingyang looked up in surprise.

“It seems so!”

"Thank you, Master Little Monk." Lu Mingyang was surprised and delighted, and asked with a smile, "Should I blow out the candle for you?"

"I'm not sleepy yet."

Lu Mingyang said "hmm", not understanding what it meant, and turned away.

"Girl!" someone inside called out to her, "What's that big trouble you just mentioned?"

"Forget it, Master Little Monk, you should take a rest."

The Prince of Ningyuan will leave for the Xiongnu tomorrow. He won't come back to cause trouble for me in a month or two just because of a single sentence. My only blame is that I just escaped a disaster and got a little carried away.

Be more careful with your words and actions in the future.

The door of the mountain temple was closed, and the door of the inner room was opened.

The man inside stood at the door, looking at the quilt on the ground with a deep look in his eyes. He walked out and watched the lone girl rowing the boat, paddling towards the deep blue water.

The moonlight clearly reflected the outline of a man, who was none other than Ningyuan King Chu Mingzheng.

At Tianyi Inn, Leng Lingfeng leaned leisurely on the couch and talked about the embarrassing things of King Ningyuan.

"I thought Miss Lu was worried that I wasn't pretty enough, so she added the hallucinogen. I didn't expect that she disliked him, Chu Mingzheng, haha, haha..."

The person opposite suddenly stood up.

"You stood up..." Leng Lingfeng noticed that Pei Mian's expression was not right, so he turned his head and saw Chu Mingzheng standing at the door with a cold face and murderous intent.

"Just kidding, just kidding, haha..."

Chu Mingzheng said coldly: "Miss Lu will ask you to treat me soon. She is very smart. You should be careful and don't let her get suspicious."

After that, he closed the door and left.

"You look so bad. It was just a joke. Is it really that serious?" Leng Lingfeng looked at Pei Mian in surprise. "Did your proposal get rejected?"

"What did you say?"

Without waiting for Leng Lingfeng to answer, Pei Mian chased after him.