bookcurios Chapter 219 Burning Incense
Chapter 219 Burning Incense
The scene just now happened to be seen by Zuo Xinyi and Lin Xiuqing who were not far away. Although it was not long and they could not hear the specific content of the conversation, the changes in Yan Wuji's face were like a vivid picture scroll, slowly unfolding in front of them. His face was sometimes purple, sometimes pale, and sometimes humble and submissive, as if he was a puppet manipulated by fate.
Zuo Xinyi and Lin Xiuqing looked at each other, and they both saw confusion and doubt in each other's eyes. They secretly speculated that it must be because Feng Yanan was here that the Crown Prince Yan Wuji lost his composure. This idea took root in their hearts and gradually grew into a dense forest of hatred.
They had been trying their best to get close to the prince, to gain his favor and love. However, in front of Feng Yanan, they always seemed so insignificant and insignificant. This huge gap and frustration filled their hearts with resentment and anger.
Zuo Xinyi bit her lower lip tightly, with a flame of jealousy flashing in her eyes. She thought bitterly, why can Feng Yanan easily get what they have tried so hard to get? She was unwilling to lose to Feng Yanan like this, and she decided to find an opportunity to not only let Feng Yanan taste the taste of failure, but also make the Crown Prince and King Zhan hate her.
Lin Xiuqing had a gloomy face. She silently observed the interaction between Feng Yanan and Yan Wuji, tightly holding the medicine that Zuo Xinyi had just given her in her heart, thinking about how to act.
Seeing Yan Wuji standing there awkwardly, Zuo Xinyi and Lin Xiuqing were secretly delighted, thinking that this was a great opportunity to get close to the prince. They hurried forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings to the prince, greetings to the prince."
Then, Zuo Xinyi took the opportunity to make a request: "Your Highness, could you allow my sister and I to go with you?" Her voice was sweet, and her eyes revealed desire and expectation.
Yan Wuji was also worried about not having a way out. When he heard Zuo Xinyi's request, he covered his mouth and coughed lightly, temporarily hiding his embarrassment. He nodded, and his tone returned to its usual calmness: "My two cousins, please don't be polite. Let's go."
After saying that, he turned and walked in the direction where Yan Lingxiao and the others had just left. Zuo Xinyi and Lin Xiuqing followed closely behind him, secretly happy in their hearts. They finally had a chance to get close to the prince.
However, they did not realize that Prince Yan Wuji's mind was not on them. He only had Feng Yanan in his heart, and he had little interest in other women.
The three of them went first, and the others naturally followed.
Yan Lingxiao and Feng Yanan stood outside the Lotus Hall. The tall Buddha statue inside the hall looked solemn and sacred. The two were the first to arrive. The hall was empty and no one was around. Only the smell of incense lingered, creating a solemn and mysterious atmosphere. Feng Yanan looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. She was not familiar with this ancient blessing ceremony, so she cast her eyes on Yan Lingxiao beside her.
Yan Lingxiao saw Feng Yanan's embarrassment. He turned his head slightly and whispered in Feng Yanan's ear: "Just follow me." His voice was low and firm, which brought some comfort to Feng Yanan.
After saying that, Yan Lingxiao took the lead to step into the hall. Each step was steady and powerful, as if each step was stepping on some invisible rhythm. He walked to the Buddha statue. Yan Lingxiao held the incense in his left hand and the candle in his right hand. After lighting the incense, he pinched the incense stick with the middle and index fingers of both hands, and the thumbs pressed against the tail of the incense. He raised the incense to the level of his eyebrows, and looked at the solemn Buddha statue with his eyes. The posture was both elegant and full of respect, as if he was having some kind of mysterious communication with the gods. Then he inserted the incense into the incense burner. During this process, his movements were like flowing clouds and water, natural and solemn.
Feng Yanan stood aside, completely attracted by Yan Lingxiao's movements. She had never seen such a smooth and solemn blessing ceremony, and every subtle movement of Yan Lingxiao made her fascinated. His eyes were firm and deep, as if they could penetrate all nothingness and reach the heart of the gods.
Yan Lingxiao gently inserted the incense into the incense burner, and a wisp of green smoke rose up and spread in the quiet hall. After he completed this series of actions, he naturally turned around and his eyes happened to fall on Feng Yanan.
Feng Yanan's eyes were full of curiosity and admiration, as if she was attracted by every detail of what she had just seen, and she was completely immersed in this solemn and mysterious atmosphere. Her eyes followed Yan Lingxiao closely, and her focused and affectionate eyes made Yan Lingxiao feel warm in his heart.
Yan Lingxiao looked at Feng Yanan's infatuated look, and couldn't help but smile with joy. He walked to Feng Yanan and said softly, "Nannan, it's your turn."
His voice was gentle and magnetic, as if it had a kind of magic that instantly brought Feng Yanan back to her senses. She lowered her head a little embarrassedly, with a faint blush on her face.
"Oh, okay." Feng Yanan responded softly, and then imitated Yan Lingxiao and walked to the incense burner. Although her movements were not as smooth and natural as Yan Lingxiao's, they were full of piety and respect.
Yan Lingxiao stood aside, looking at Feng Yanan quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.