The character design collapsed! The general's sick beauty is a killer

Chapter 10 Prayer for the deceased

"Miss, Miss," Baozhen followed Tang Xi with steps, her voice full of doubts, "When did Miss become so familiar with General Ning Yuan?"

She had never heard the lady mention General Ning Yuan before.

Tang Xi's eyes flashed. She thought of the teasing mission and the embarrassment of the palace banquet. Every time she met him, nothing good happened, so she didn't mention it.

"He and I don't know each other." Tang Xi said without changing his expression.

Baozhen's little face fell down and her plump nose wrinkled. How could she check someone's wounds without knowing her?

The lady is hiding something from her again.

"Female donor, do you want to pray?" The young novice monk with delicate features clasped his hands together and stood under the tree covered with red silk.

Tang Xi glanced lightly and kept walking. There was no one in the world who needed her blessing.

The young novice's voice is as elegant as the sound of nature and gurgling like running water. "This tree is not for praying for the living. It is for writing names and praying for the deceased. May the deceased be free from disasters in the next life and have a smooth life. Amitabha."

Tang Xi stopped and looked at the little novice monk with calm eyes, as if unintentionally.

The little novice monk always had a light, otherworldly smile on his face.

Tang Xi stepped forward politely, took the red prayer ribbon from the little novice monk's hands, randomly picked a brush from the pen holder, soaked it with ink, and wrote a few words quickly.

"The donor can just throw it on the tree." The little novice monk clasped his hands together.

Tang Xi looked up at the tree covered with red silk and frowned. There was no room here, so he threw it away. Sure enough, it fell lightly to the ground and landed on a pair of black shoes.

Jian Chijin just happened to pass by and bent down to pick it up. The words on it came into view: Tang Xi.

The two characters are barely legible, which is far from beautiful.

Tang Xi's face turned pale for a moment, but she quickly covered it up. She stepped forward and took out the prayer belt from Jian Chijin's hand and threw it up with all her strength.

This time it just stuck.

Tang Xi turned around and left quickly with Baozhen.

Jian Chijin just watched her series of smooth movements without even giving him a look.

"General, did Miss Tang not see you?" Gao Feiwei came forward, holding his machete in his arms, "You shouldn't, you are such a big person."

It doesn't matter if the young lady can't see the general, why didn't the little maid even see him?

Jian Chijin glanced sideways at him, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute."

Gao Feiwei shrugged, "That won't work, I just love to talk."

Jian Chijin was too lazy to pay attention to him, took a few steps forward and then slowly stopped.

Later, he realized that there was something wrong with Tang Xi's expression just now.

It was like he discovered something shameful.

He took a few steps back and looked at the prayer tree covered with red silk.

"General, don't you want to follow the example of those faithful men and women who throw a piece of cloth on it and make a wish?" Gao Feiwei thought of the way his general made a wish with his eyes closed, and he shuddered.

Jian Chijin ignored him and turned to the little novice monk at the table, "What is this tree used for?"

The young novice monk smiled and bowed, "This tree is specially used to commemorate the souls of the deceased. Every day, the monks of our temple will recite Buddhist scriptures here to let the deceased rest in peace."

Dead? Soul? Jian Chijin remembered the word "Tang Xi" written on the red silk just now, squinted her eyes, and looked thoughtfully in the direction she left.

Tang Xi watched as Jian Chijin led a group of people down the stairs, mounted the horses waiting at the foot of the stairs, and rode off the way they came.

Her nails holding the doorframe turned slightly white.

She was careless today.

Should I kill him and silence him?

After thinking for a moment, Tang Xi put his hands into his sleeves and decided to forget it. With this insubstantial thing, he still couldn't find her.

"Miss, it's getting late, we should go down the mountain."

Tang Xi nodded, lifted her skirt and stepped across the threshold in front of her.

The guards carried the sedan chair through the winding mountain road, then changed into a carriage and drove towards the capital.

(End of chapter)