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Sima Lantai was almost dying of illness and was bedridden for three consecutive months.

Even the most trusted father and son Yue Xiaoshan and his son around the emperor and the princess could only barely allow him to save his life.

Sima Lantai, who was sick and distracted, was like a dead person, no longer had any trace of the handsomeness of the past. It was like a beautiful jade with the treasure radiance dissipated, turning into a dull stone.

But even so, Princess Yushan still refused to let go.

She feeds soup and medicine with her own hands every day, and serves Sima Lantai with difficulty, just to let him know that he is sincere.

Sima Lantai still doesn't look at her, and she doesn't speak much differently.

There was no hatred or disgust on his face, nor could there be sadness. He became a living dead man.

Even though Princess Yushan asked for more high-ranking officials and generous salaries for the Sima family, she even called Mo Tong back to the mansion and served him.

Sima Lantai still looks like he is dying without sorrow or joy.

Princess Yushan was gentle and gentle in front of Sima Lantai, but after leaving him, she became irritable and irritable.

On this day, it snowed again outside.

It was already the twelfth lunar month, and the weather was so cold that water turned into ice. A maid named Lianhua excitedly broke a few red plums and took them into the house to offer them.

This was a good thing, and the princess even praised her for being intent.

Unexpectedly, the woman was so proud that she forgot to do anything, and said cleverly: "If you pinch this flower and put it in a book, it will become a dried flower. It would look good when you stick it on a lantern during the Lantern Festival."

No one else felt anything, but the princess's expression changed immediately after hearing this.

She couldn't help but remember that when she followed Sima Lantai back to the clinic, Sima Lantai was staring at a dried flower in a book.

Later I found out that it was given to him by the witch. It was just a wild flower by the roadside, and he was so eye-catching!

"If you like making dried flowers so much, then make more." Princess Yushan's lips drooped when she didn't smile, and she looked very harsh: "During the Lantern Festival, I will make you into a human skin lantern and put those dried flowers on top. It must be very beautiful."

When the maid heard this, she was so scared that she was scattered. She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, crying and shouting the princess to spare her life.

But Princess Yushan just frowned, thinking that she was noisy.

At this time, someone had already come and dragged the maid out, but he was just another unlucky servant.

The emperor would go to the palace every now and then, and everyone knew that he loved this sister the most.

"Has the prince consort's body improved recently?" The emperor looked at Princess Yushan and felt a little haggard again, and couldn't help feeling distressed: "Look, you've lost weight again."

"I'm asking the emperor to think about it, everything is fine." Princess Yushan held the corner of her mouth, smiling.

"Why tell me lies? You two have been married for more than half a year. Has the gap been removed yet?" The emperor looked kind and said, but every word made the princess very sad.

"Brother, he hates me!" Princess Yushan covered her face and cried bitterly: "He was fascinated by the fairy. No matter how I treat him well, he can't even see it."

"I didn't ask before. I was thinking that some things would be better solved by yourself. Now it seems that it's not OK to interfere." The emperor handed the princess a handkerchief, patted her head gently and said, "Don't be afraid, there's still the emperor brother."

Princess Yushan threw herself into the emperor's arms and cried even harder: "Brother, I really have no way out. He is afraid he will never accept me."

"Silly child, I'm not at the end of my life, don't say anything depressed." The emperor treated Princess Yushan as if he had endless patience, just like him treating his own son: "The Xiangguo Temple knows that he is a good person who talks about cause and effect. Tomorrow I will ask him to go to your mansion to talk about cause and effect with the prince-consort. Maybe he can break through the mystery and turn back to the shore."

"Really?" Princess Yushan raised her head, and two beads of tears were still hanging on her cheeks: "Can it really make sense? He is simply like a stubborn stone."

"Do your best! This depends on your ability." said the emperor.

"What if I can't do it?" Princess Yushan said and cried again.

"It's really irreversible, you'll leave him." The emperor said: "My sister, what kind of person can't you marry?!"

"But... but I just want him." Princess Yushan choked.

"So don't think so much, it will only make you waste your thoughts in vain. Call Leran to persuade him first. If Leran can't persuade him, there are people who have a deeper understanding of Taoism." The emperor gently comforted Princess Yushan.

One day, Zen Master Leran, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, was sent to the princess's mansion to talk to the princess's mansion about cause and effect.

Zen Master Leran and Sima Lantai have known each other for a long time, but the situation of Sima Lantai really surprised Zen Master Leran.

"Amitabha, why is the prince consort so haggard?"

"My heart is dead, and naturally healing."

"Why should the prince consort suffer? Life is like dew and lightning. Once you enter the world, you should enjoy it in time."

"A person has three thousand diseases of birth, but only lovesickness cannot be cured."

"The prince-consort was wrong. The so-called love is just a fascination by color."

"The Zen master should say this to the princess. I and Hachiro are in love with each other."

Zen Master Leran returned without any effort.

Sima Lantai was seriously ill again, and this time it was more dangerous than before.

Half-dream and half-awake, he suddenly remembered someone, so he said, "The Zen Master Wuxiang from Dape Temple may be able to save me from the sea of ​​suffering."

After hearing this, the princess hurriedly ordered someone to go to Dafeng Temple to invite Zen Master Wuxiang.

"I wonder what instructions do you have for the princess to call me to come?" Zen Master Wuxiang was thin and clear, and it was no different from the flesh-body Buddha offered in the temple.

Because Sima Lantai was in danger, Princess Yushan cried and begged: "Zen Master, please save the prince consort."

"The princess can save the horse is not me, but you." Zen Master Wuxiang clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual.

When Princess Yushan heard this, she cried heartbrokenly. She clenched her hands tightly into fists, and she could tell how unwilling she was.

"If you don't let go, you will only suffer." Zen Master Wuxiang said a pun: "The fate between the princess and the prince-consort is important for three years. From the time of marriage, if the estrangement can be eliminated, you can grow old together. If you can't, let go! If the princess agrees to the three-year agreement, I will go in and persuade the prince-consort. If I can't, I will be helpless."

Even though Princess Yushan was unwilling to accept her, Malantai's life was still there and she could not allow her to give in.

What's more, there are still two and a half years left.

If Zen Master Wuxiang could really persuade Sima Lantai to turn back, two and a half years would be enough for him to know his own good.

Thinking of this, the princess nodded and agreed, and asked Zen Master Wuxiang to come in and persuade Sima Lantai.
Chapter completed!