The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Chapter 297 Finale

Song Yunfeng was amused by her innocence, with a hint of nostalgia in his laughter, "Neither of them. What is stuck in that position is actually a weathered stone slab. Year after year, day after day, it has almost merged with the blessing tree, and it is difficult to distinguish one from the other."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan's face flashed with astonishment, and confusion flashed in his eyes: "Slate? Who placed it here?"

"It's me." Song Yunfeng's answer was simple and direct, but it revealed a secret that no one knew. "I carefully carved every word on the tape on the stone slab, then climbed up with all my strength and embedded it between the tree trunks."

Shen Yan's eyes suddenly widened, as if she had discovered some incredible secret, "When did that happen?"

"It was before I went to the northwest." Song Yunfeng's tone was distant, as if he had traveled back to that memory, "Suddenly I remembered that when I was young, I also had such childish behavior."

"So, you've also done such a childish thing. That stone slab will probably become a legend." There was a hint of gentle admiration in her teasing words.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Song Yunfeng's mouth. "If the wish is sincere enough, why would there be any childish talk? I hope that everything I think in my heart can be responded to." He was grateful in his heart that he was lucky to have his wife Shen Yan in this life. Everything was the best arrangement of heaven and earth.

He prayed silently, wishing the gods and Buddhas in heaven to protect them, so that their souls could be at peace, and they could stay together year after year, never leaving each other. He had no other wishes in this life, but to grow old together with his wife and spend the rest of his life together.

"Amitabha, it is fate that you two have come again." The voice was like a spring breeze, gentle and peaceful, as if it could wash away the worries in one's heart and refresh one's ears and eyes.

It was no wonder that so many people were willing to stop and listen to him explain the seemingly profound and boring Buddhist teachings. Luochen had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were shining with the joy of meeting an old friend again.

Song Yunfeng and Shen Yan quickly put their palms together in return, their expressions full of respect.

"Donor Ye, I have something here that I want to give to you." Luochen's voice was calm and sincere.

He nodded slightly and instructed a young monk to go to the meditation room and bring back an exquisite brocade box.

"This is a treasure given to me by the envoy of Jingjue when he asked me to find someone. It is said to be the most precious treasure of Jingjue country, but for some reason, I always feel that it should belong to you."

Shen Yan was surprised to hear this, and gently took the brocade box with both hands, revealing a kind of careful cherishment in her movements. She gently opened the lid of the box, and a light and elegant fragrance overflowed and lingered in the air.

A wooden vine about ten centimeters long lies quietly in it. As the box is opened, the faint fragrance seems to spread quietly with some mysterious power.

Spirit vine!

This fragrance is exactly the same as the pill that Luo Chen gave her many years ago, awakening the memories deep in Shen Yan's heart!

Her hands trembled slightly with excitement. Although the scar on her wrist had faded, the once damaged tendons still ached slightly, reminding her of the difficulties she had gone through in the past.

Many years of delicate surgical career have now become a thing of the past. The appearance of this spiritual vine seems to indicate that she may be able to regain her former glory and power.

"Thank you, Master..."

"You are too kind, benefactor." Luo Chen smiled. His smile was detached from the mundane world, yet full of human warmth and care.

Luochen, a name that does not belong to the hustle and bustle of the mundane world, now seems to have become the warmest breeze in spring.

Spring has ended, the flowers have fallen, and the April sky seems particularly clear. The peach blossoms in the mountains have just bloomed. Along the long stone steps, flowers are blooming and pilgrims are coming in an endless stream.

Some people kneel down devoutly to pray for blessings, while others stroll leisurely to enjoy the flowers and the scenery. The hurried footsteps and leisurely postures are intertwined to form a vivid picture.

Shen Yan stared for a long time, immersed in this rare tranquility, until Song Yunfeng walked out of the temple.

He had a private conversation with Luo Chen in the Zen room, perhaps touching on past disputes and grudges. When he appeared in front of Shen Yan again, his face looked relieved, but there was still a trace of imperceptible worry in his eyes.

He sighed softly: "He is indeed worthy of the admiration of all people."

"He also said," Song Yunfeng slowly held Shen Yan's hand, his eyes firm and gentle, "You have good intentions, but you have also violated some established rules. From now on, we need to hide in the mortal world in order to get what we want."

"Yan Yan, the Divine Doctor Valley has become a legend of the past. It's time for us to withdraw from this arena."

Since then, the name of Divine Doctor Valley has gradually faded from people's sight, and those Divine Doctor Valley pharmacies scattered throughout the place have also retreated behind the scenes one by one and become part of history.

In the tenth year of Xuanzheng, the young prince, a child of only seven years old, entered the court under the guidance of the emperor.

The prince is smart and wise, with a kingly demeanor, and all the court officials admire him. But Emperor Xuanzheng is increasingly exhausted...

Fifteen years into the Xuanzheng era, Emperor Xuanzheng gave up power, the crown prince ascended the throne, the country was renamed Changyuan, and a new chapter began.

Rumors spread that the abdicated old emperor and his empress traveled around Southern Qin, practicing medicine, eradicating evil, and rectifying corrupt officials, leaving behind many beautiful stories.

There are also rumors that Shen Yan, the master of the Divine Doctor Valley, lives deep in the valley, concentrating on practicing medicine and no longer caring about anything in the outside world. Her figure is becoming increasingly difficult to find.

Her youngest son, who was only twelve years old, took on the important task of managing the Valley of Divine Doctors. He was gifted with superb medical skills, and even perfectly inherited his mother's knife skills that could cure diseases with ease. He could bring the dying back to life and give dead bones new life.

This young valley master had a deep friendship with the new emperor, like a brother. They exchanged letters frequently, the imperial court was stable, and the world of martial arts was peaceful.

Southern Qin in that era was filled with peace and prosperity, business was booming, thieves were almost extinct, and it was truly a prosperous time where people did not pick up things on the streets and did not lock their doors at night.

It was not until the fiftieth year of Emperor Changyuan's reign that the library in the palace suddenly caught fire and half of the precious books were reduced to ashes. Later investigations found that all the destroyed books were records of the life of Emperor Xuanzheng.

The next day, the coffins of the retired emperor and the retired empress were transported back to the capital.

In accordance with the emperor's last wishes, a cremation ceremony was held and his ashes were blown away by the wind and returned to nature.

The whole city was immersed in grief and people were all moved.

Two years later, news came from the Valley of Divine Doctors, which had always been secluded from the world.

Valley Master Shen Yan passed away with his partner, also choosing cremation, with their ashes flying freely in the wind.

Several elderly people with silver hair vaguely remembered that the retired emperor, who was the prince of Kangrui, and the divine doctor Shen Yan had made a promise:

"I, Shen Yan, wish to be buried in fire and return to nature, whether I die of old age or am afflicted with illness."

"I, as the crown prince, hereby swear that whether I die of illness or old age, whether I am in my twenties or my fifties, I will be cremated as my final resting place."

Time flies, and although most of the people who witnessed the oath have passed away with the passage of time, the owner of the oath has never forgotten his promise.

A wise ruler led Southern Qin to prosperity. The woman who was hailed as a savior and miracle doctor, her deeds eventually accompanied by the tide of history, gradually settled into an immortal legend in the mouths of later generations.