Chapter Sixty-One: The Grand Master of Scholars

re were exquisite beyond compare. However, the man sitting behind the stone table had no appetite at all, not even glancing at those delicate pastries once. 。"Master, I've searched all over Xiangxi,...Before Yisheng could explain, a deep male voice came from the doorway.

"Awake" Fu Zi Mo walked in with Jin Mu, Jin Mu still holding a bowl of hot soup. He walked to the bedside, glanced at Yixing faintly, and Yixing immediately lowered his head and retreated.

Fu Zi Mo only then sat down leaning against the bed frame, he reached out to help Qin Luo Yan, "Want to get up and sit for a while"

He himself didn't think so, but Jin Mori standing on the side couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that his master could have such a gentle side. Although not exactly gentle, at least he was smiling pleasantly.

Qin Luo Yan nodded and, with his support, sat up. She ignored the fact that Jin Mu and Yi Sheng were still in the room, and intimately took hold of Fu Zi Mo's arm, then leaned her head against his chest, "Wang Ye's arrival to save me, I am truly overjoyed."

Fu Zi Mo fell silent for a moment, but his face didn't show any change in expression. "What if I hadn't come"

“Don’t come…” Qin Luoyan seemed to feel fear, her body trembling involuntarily, “If you don’t come, then I will truly be taken by that person… If that happens, I won’t have the face to see Your Highness ever again. If that happens, right now, I should end my own life. It’s just that… I can’t bear it…”

"Hmm" Fu Zimo raised an eyebrow.

Qin Luoyan rubbed her cheek against his chest again, "If I die, will I never see the Prince again"

"Alright, have some soup." Fu Zi Mo didn't answer her question, but instead turned his head to look at Jin Mu. Jin Mu immediately brought over the soup.

Qin Luo Yan had been unconscious for too long, her stomach was truly famished. She reached out to take the bowl of soup, but Fu Zi Mo moved faster than her, taking the bowl and bringing it to her lips, "Drink."

Did King Wu Xuan feed her soup

Qin Luoyan looked at him with clear eyes, Jin Mu looked at him with frightened eyes, and Yisheng looked at him suspiciously. However, no matter how others looked at him, it seemed to have no effect on him. His movements were still elegant and composed.

"Hmm." A sweet smile curved Qin Luoyan's lips as she opened her mouth to take a sip. She seemed to be drinking very carefully, cherishing every drop.

To her surprise, the soup turned out to be chicken broth! It's quite unexpected for a Buddhist temple, a place of tranquility, to be making chicken broth. Only someone as domineering as King Wuxuan could pull something like this off.

Qin Luoyan's face was lit by a smile of emotion, but in her heart, there was only disdain. Didn't this prove even more that Fu Zimo was actually a person without faith at his core In his eyes, perhaps, there was only himself.

His apparent change of attitude toward her, was this not under the premise that she had been deliberately pleasing him out of obedience Once she dared to disobey him, would it still be like this

So, sincerity, moved Qin Luoyan had long since passed that childish stage.

"You rascal! Sure enough, you've been boiling chicken soup in my temple!" An old monk suddenly barged in, giving Qin Luoyan, who was drinking the soup, a resentful look.

"I told you, I could smell something delicious this morning...Girl, is the soup good" The old monk leaned over to the bed, swallowing his saliva as he asked.

Qin Luo'yan blinked her eyes and said, "The chicken soup given to me by Your Highness is naturally the best." Flattery will get you everywhere, people always like to hear flattering words.

Seeing her proud expression, Fu Zimo softened even more. He reached out and pushed away the old monk who had come closer, "What are you doing"

"May I just come and smell the aroma You rascal, you've taken my spot and used my temple kitchen to simmer chicken soup. Do you even care about me" The old monk seemed quite familiar with Fu Zimo, speaking bluntly yet showing no resentment for Fu Zimo's earlier shove.

In response to the accusations, Fu Zi Mo remained silent, not even glancing at the old monk.

The old monk, seeing that he ignored him, came closer and asked Qin Luoyan with pleading eyes, "Girl, you've had so much already, can you give this old monk a sip of the rest"

Qin Luoyan widened her eyes, thinking she had misheard, "This is chicken soup, it's meaty, can a monk drink it"

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, this old monk doesn't have so many rules." The old monk laughed heartily, not blushing at all.

Qin Luoyan rolled her eyes at him, "Looks like I've met a fake monk..."

"What a sham monk! Old Master, I am the renowned Grandmaster Hongru. You little girl truly has no discernment." Grandmaster Hongru interrupted her and, seeing she was about to drink soup again, anxiously said, "Girl! Give this old master just one sip, will you"

"No!" Qin Luoyan immediately and firmly refused, "This is a love chicken soup my lord made for me. I wouldn't even give you a drop, let alone a mouthful. Besides, I've already had it, and there's also my saliva in the soup. Although you're a monk, you're still a man. I'm my lord's woman, and my saliva can't be eaten by you."

She kept calling him "my master," the smug look on her face left Master Hongru astonished. Then when she mentioned something about saliva, he suddenly didn't feel like drinking anymore.

The renowned Master Hongru stomped away sullenly, glaring hard at Fu Zimu. "I told you this girl was trouble! You didn't believe me. Look at what she just said, how many women could say something like that I think we should bury her before she causes too much chaos!"

So, this old monk is the "old bald donkey" wing-sheng was talking about

When he spoke of burying Qin Luoyan, Yisheng rushed over viciously, grabbed the old monk's waist, and tried to bite his flesh. The old monk was startled and desperately ran to Fu Zimu's side, "Oh my, look at this little child, she has been misled by this wicked woman. What will happen when she gains power later"

Qin Luo'yan hadn't expected that the legendary Master Hongru, would be such an unkempt old monk who spoke nothing like a high priest.

However, no one would calmly say they want to bury themselves when they are still composed and have no temper.

Qin Luoyan was no exception, but she knew that this old monk's relationship with Fu Zimo was unusual. She dared not clash head-on; it would not only displease Fu Zimo but might also humiliate herself. Therefore, she immediately put on a pitiful expression and looked at Fu Zimo.

"Your Highness, is what the master said true I... will I really become a scourge Will I harm Your Highness" She asked seriously, seemingly not angry at all, but instead worried about Fu Zimo's comfort.

Fu Zi Mo's lips curled into a meaningful smile. With a flick of his hand, Yi Sheng was blown to the ground by a gust of wind. The force of the wind wasn't small, and Yi Sheng rolled on the ground, hitting his forehead on the surface. Immediately, he got a big bump.

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