Because Jiang Xingzhi's hair has grown a lot longer after many days.

Yan Wu used the kitchen knife in Fengqi Temple to help him clean his long hair into a bald head, and then bandaged his wounds.

She asked in a distressed voice: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Where is the heart?" Yan Wu put his hand in his heart and asked, "Will it hurt? Will it be disappointed? Will it be sad?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

People in the world are ignorant, and this is why these people come to spread the Dharma and preach.

Jiang Xingzhi would not be disappointed and sad, nor would he be resentful to those who were unreasonable. He would only pity them.

Yan Wu poked his head with his finger, feeling both distressed and helpless: "You."

He? What's wrong?

He waited for her to say the following.

But she didn't continue talking.

Instead, he lowered his head and kissed his smashed forehead: "I feel sorry."

She took his hand and placed it on her chest: "I feel so sorry for you because they were hurt."

"I don't feel pain." Jiang Xingzhi had to seriously reiterate: "It doesn't feel pain at all."

Compared to Buddha feeding tigers with his body, he is nothing at all.

Everything was in trouble, and Yan Wu did not think about leaving, and discussed with the officials about resettlement of the victims.

Therefore, she moved back to the official residence.

Jiang Xingzhi hasn't seen her again for a long time.

He was ordered not to leave Fengqi Temple, but some people still stood outside Fengqi Temple from time to time and howled and cursed.

There are people who have lost their homes in the storm, some have their wives and children separated in the flood, and some have their relatives in the plague.

These people cried miserably, had disheveled heads, dirty faces and ragged clothes, and their eyes were even more ferocious. Seeing Jiang Xingzhi, they wanted to pounce on him and swallow him alive.

Jiang Xingzhi couldn't even leave the gate of the courtyard, so he could only recite scriptures and meditate in the abusive voices of those outside the mountain every day.

She has been in the official residence and has not been up the mountain for twenty days.

Is she very busy?

Jiang Xingzhi had just had this idea during the day. In the evening, Yan Wu went up the mountain.

For more than twenty days, she was tanned, and it seemed that she was not as bright as before. Even the smile he often saw disappeared from her face.

She stared at him, her eyebrows and eyes were sad and heavy.

He looked at her frowning brow, his fingers moved, and he had the ridiculous idea of ​​helping her smooth her brows.

"The prince-consort." She said: "They begged me to tie you up and burn you so that they can calm the wrath of heaven."

Jiang Xingzhi immediately realized that he chanted the Buddha's name softly.

Yan Wu asked him: "Mr.com, what do you think? Are you willing to argue with them? Are you willing to confront them?"

Jiang Xingzhi recited the Buddha's name again.

He said: "I would like to listen to the princess's disposal."

Yan Wu called in.

The man brought a glass of wine on his plate.

Yan Wu brought the wine glass and handed it to Jiang Xingzhi. She said, "Mr. Concubine, although I like you, I want to protect you, but I am powerless. I need to think about the overall situation and the people of the world."

As she said, her voice choked: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Xingzhi took out a handkerchief from his arms and helped her wipe away the tears from her face.

He said: "Don't cry."

He said: "I do."

He picked up the wine glass without hesitation and drank it all in one go.

He only drank twice in his life.

Once on her wedding night, she was feeding wine with her lips. He didn't taste the taste of wine, but he tasted the sweetness between her lips.

But this time, he still didn't taste the smell of wine, only tasted the bitterness in her tears.
Chapter completed!