After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 165 The Mountain Is Not Me, I Will Be the Mountain
Su Yin hid in the side hall for a few days, believing that as long as it was longer, no one would remember it, so she never went to the main hall no matter how summoned.

Ling Yan had no choice but to go to the side hall to arrest people in person.

As soon as she stepped into the arc-shaped arch, she saw Su Yin lying on a soft couch basking in the sun, with a book on her face, her legs curled up under the blanket, and there were fruits beside her, which was quite pleasant .

Ling Yan walked up to her, reached out and picked up the book covering her face and flipped through it, it was full of pictures.

"Didn't you say you don't like reading?"

"This is a story book, not a serious book."

Su Yin raised his hand to block the pouring sunlight, and after he got used to it, he looked at Ling Yan, pretending to be calm, "Why is Your Highness here?"

Ling Yan chuckled, twirled a grape and ate it, "If the mountain doesn't come, I'll be there, if I come, I'll go to the mountain."

Su Yin heard his teasing, laughed dryly, sat up straight, "Your Highness, what do you want me to do?"

"Well," Ling Yan straightened his robe, and sat down beside her, "Tomorrow, I will go to Jingshan Temple to pray for blessings. People in the royal family and several important officials will also go. You pack up and come with me."

Jingshan Temple is the first temple in Xuanzhou, with strong incense. Every year, many people go to pray for blessings. The royal family will also organize people to go to offer incense and pray for good weather in the coming year.

The world-renowned Master Fang Zhen often comes here, and there is an endless stream of people who come here admiringly, but Su Yin is somewhat conflicted.

She met Master Fang Zhen once in her previous life. He was a kind-faced, kind-hearted person, especially those eyes, ethereal and clear, which seemed to be able to see through all the dirt and dirt in the world, and penetrate into people's hearts.

Su Yin has always been in awe of such people and dare not approach them easily.What if it is discovered?
She asked nonchalantly, "Are we going to spend the night in the temple?"

"Stay for a day, just pack some clothes."

Ling Yan didn't notice her abnormality, so he peeled a banana for her, "There are a lot of people going to the temple, and the relationship is complicated, it's not like the East Palace, so try not to wander around."

Su Yin was also polite, took the banana, nodded sullenly, "Got it."

"Take the dagger I gave you last time, too."

"it is good."

……

On the second day, before dawn, the main streets of the capital became lively, and white smoke rose from the bun shop and porridge shop early.

Su Yin sat in the carriage, raised the curtain and looked out.

The snow has not yet melted, and it covers the wheat in early spring, and the rice fields are criss-crossed. Occasionally, people pass by with hoes and sickles, talking and laughing.

It was supposed to be peaceful and leisurely, but Su Yin was a little nervous, and the closer he got to Jingshan Temple, the worse it became.

The monks in the temple had already cleared the way up the mountain. The empress and the fourth concubine walked in front. Ling Yan was a little later, and Su Yin followed him, stepping on the simple bluestone slabs.

There is still moss all around, and Su Yin kicks it occasionally.

After walking up about a hundred stairs, the towering roof ridges and curly cornices of the temple slowly appeared in front of his eyes. Su Yin felt a sense of oppression in his chest, and his brain began to ache.

The worst thing happened.

Su Yin restrained his breath as much as possible so that no one would notice, he hesitated in his steps, and quickly figured out a way to avoid entering.

A slender hand suddenly reached out to hold her arm, and a deep voice rang in her ear, "What's wrong?"

Su Yin shook her head, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Looking at her slightly pale lips, Ling Yan was quite puzzled. For a martial arts practitioner, this journey should be easy.

(End of this chapter)