Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 335: This Benefactor Has a Connection with Buddha!

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: This Benefactor Has a Connection with Buddha!

Vermilion Bird touched his nose and saw the bright red on his hand, his heart shocked!

In the process of mutual harm, it seemed his internal injuries were more severe, the Master had already recovered!

Lately, the nutritional supplements were too strong, the Master had an outlet, but he didn’t!

He kept a straight face, took out a handkerchief to wipe, and said to the Hidden Guard, "The autumn is dry, go buy some pears, bitter melons, and chrysanthemums to reduce the heat!"

"Yes!" The Hidden Guard was also puzzled, was this his job?

But, who was he to argue when the Commander had spoken!

Just do it!

"Give the order, all Hidden Guards, starting today stay further away from the Master’s room!"

The Hidden Guard asked coldly, "Why?"

Vermilion Bird glared at him and said, "Asking too much will get you hurt!"

Hidden Guard: "..."

After Zhan Lan finished grooming, Xiao Tao and Liu Xi came to tidy up the room, Liu Xi saw the marks on the bedding, her face turned red all of a sudden.

And Xiao Tao, oblivious, looked at Liu Xi and said, "Liu Xi, why is your face red?"

Liu Xi didn’t say anything and carried the bedding out of the room, Zhan Lan suddenly remembered something, her cheeks turning red.

So embarrassing....

Xiao Tao then scratched her head and looked at Zhan Lan, "Miss, your face is also red."

Zhan Lan casually picked up a preserved fruit, stuffed it into Xiao Tao’s mouth, "Eat it, eat more, talk less!"

Xiao Tao: "..."

Mu Yan had been watching Zhan Lan from outside the door, a slight smile on his lips, his gaze fiery yet tender.

When Zhan Lan looked over, Mu Yan averted his eyes and said, "Madam, do you fancy..."

Zhan Lan’s face flushed and she blurted out, "I don’t."

She was having difficulty even walking now, and Mu Yan’s mind was still filled with such thoughts, wasn’t he afraid her wound on her waist would split open?

Mu Yan raised an eyebrow, "Oh, alright, then I’ll have to go have fun alone!"

Zhan Lan suddenly stood up, "Where are you going to have fun?"

Mu Yan thoughtfully looked into the distance and said, "A mysterious place."

Zhan Lan walked up to him and said, "Playing mysterious, let’s go!"

Suddenly, Mu Yan crouched down, patted his shoulder, and said, "Come on up!"

Zhan Lan looked at Xiao Tao grinning, and whispered softly, "No need..."

Seeing her not moving, Mu Yan stood up, scooped her up and easily descended the stairs.

Zhan Lan lightly pounded on his chest, "Put me down."

Mu Yan walked swiftly, a sly smile on his lips, whispering in her ear, "Put you down? Can you still walk properly? Then we can continue tonight."

"Pfft, bad guy!" Zhan Lan buried her face in his chest, realizing this was the physical and emotional pleasure that romance between a man and a woman brought.

Mu Yan always managed to make her feel joyful, and she didn’t know where they were going.

Zhan Lan asked softly, "The people from that assassination organization, could they come back?"

Mu Yan’s eyes were deep, his lips curling as he said, "I hope they come!"

He looked down at Zhan Lan, giving her a pitiful look, and said softly, "Master, if they come, you have to protect me..."

Zhan Lan laughed, finding Mu Yan such an interesting person.

Even though she was so angry yesterday, today he managed to cheer her up, and she even felt like not forgiving him was her own fault.

Mu Yan carried her all the way to the carriage, Zhan Lan sat inside, and Mu Yan pulled her over to sit on his lap.

Being embraced by him this way, with the carriage bumping around, made her instantly think of last night’s wildness.

She pushed Mu Yan away, and Mu Yan, with eyes shining like stars, looked at her, "Why won’t you let this king embrace you?"

Zhan Lan blushed and ignored him.

Mu Yan crooked his lips into a light smile, apologetically saying, "I was thinking of traveling all over Nanjin with you, but it seems we can’t leave for now."

Zhan Lan said casually, "It doesn’t matter, being with you... anywhere is fine."

The smile on Mu Yan’s lips deepened, the young girl was starting to depend on him.

Zhan Lan suddenly asked, "Have you ever thought that this incident could be Si Jun’s doing, with his Death Guard Hei Yu being a formidable assassin?"

Mu Yan thoughtfully said, "I’ve crossed swords with him, it doesn’t quite seem like it."

Zhan Lan nodded, the carriage stopped, and the two got off, Zhan Lan said in a low voice, "Don’t hold me now, too many people are watching!"

Mu Yan nodded in agreement.

The sunshine was bright, with a gentle autumn breeze, Mu Yan held Zhan Lan’s hand as they walked on the street.

Suddenly, an old monk with white beard and eyebrows, wearing tattered robes, holding a tin staff in his left hand and a bowl in his right, was begging for alms.

Zhan Lan noticed his face full of wrinkles but exuding kindness, the monk’s body was emaciated, evidently aged.

Having lived again, she believed in the gods and the doctrine of karma. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been reborn.

"Mu Yan, wait for me," Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan, who nodded with a smile.

Zhan Lan approached the monk, bowed in Buddhist greeting, and handed him a silver ingot.

The monk returned the gesture and said, "Thank you, Benefactor, but this poor monk only eats vegetarian and does not accept silver."

Zhan Lan, seeing him standing in front of a steamed bun shop, took out some Copper Coins to buy him several steaming buns.

The monk received them, put them in his bowl, looked at Zhan Lan with a gentle gaze, and after a bow, said, "Thank you, Benefactor!"

Mu Yan came over and said to Zhan Lan, "Let’s go."

The monk glanced at Mu Yan, his eyes brightened, and he said with a smile, "This Benefactor has a connection with Buddhism!"

Zhan Lan and Mu Yan were both taken aback, Mu Yan looked at the monk, feeling he might be a false monk, and thus said, "Master, can’t you see the murderous aura on me?"

The monk’s white eyebrows fluttered, saying, "Monks do not tell lies!"

Mu Yan sneered and continued asking, "Then, Master, what do you think our relationship is?"

The monk smiled and said, "Lovers, the rise and fall of ties, all have their causes; whether bonds are deep or shallow, all is predestined. Your fate together is already decided by heaven."

Mu Yan was very pleased with this answer, holding Zhan Lan’s hand, he said to the monk, "Thank you, Master."

As they walked away, Zhan Lan looked at Mu Yan suspiciously and said, "I’m starting to suspect we met a false monk, you connected with Buddhism? You can’t even stand the smell of incense, how could you have any connection with Buddhism."

Mu Yan moved closer to Zhan Lan, whispering in her ear, "Madam speaks wisely, and also last night this little monk broke the celibacy precept, immerse in intoxication all night, unable to extricate myself, this lifetime I probably have no fate with Buddha."

Zhan Lan’s ears turned red, and she covered his mouth, bashfully saying, "Stop talking..."

Mu Yan watched as Zhan Lan’s cheeks gradually flushed with crimson, smiling proudly.

The two, dressed in white, walked side by side holding hands.

Occasionally, yellow leaves fell in the alley, and the autumn wind blew their hair and clothes as they walked deeper into the lanes.