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When the moon is in the sky, the courtyard is like washing, a pretty nun holds Buddha beads in her hand, stands under a laurel tree, and looks up to the moon with a smile.

After cleaning the Guanyin Temple, she walked to the eaves of the porch, and glanced at the nun named Mingkong under the laurel tree from a distance, and she was stunned for a while. She's so beautiful! It's a pity that that terrifying beauty will soon fall, and it is said that the red face is thin, and the more red faces are even thinner, so I can't blame her for giving up.

The lord hinted that he was going to act tonight, and the other nuns had been sent away from this courtyard by the host, and at present, she was the only one here who had left the nuns and the nuns of Mingkong.

Sheli walked to a bluestone water, took out a long sword from the bluestone side, and Jiro screamed, and the sword was unsheathed.

"It's a renunciation. Mingkong turned his back to Sheli and said indifferently, "I know you will assassinate me tonight." The eldest grandson Wuji refused to let me go after all! Hmph, it's a pity that he doesn't understand, destiny has a return, and those who don't deserve to die can't die after all. ”

"Since you know, you shouldn't be so stupid and stay in Ganye Temple!"

"Where else can I go if I don't stay here?" With a click, Mingkong suddenly broke a cinnamon branch and fell to the ground, while a white dove fluttered from her sleeve and flew up the house. In an instant, more than a dozen black-clothed people jumped down from the house and surrounded her.

The speed of the man in black was fast, and the sword of Sheli was about to stab at Mingkong, who had already been picked up by a man in black and flashed to the side.

"Sheli, you don't really want to kill me, so, I'll give you a chance, run for your life. Mingkong's voice was still indifferent, and the wind and clouds were not shocked.

"The Lord raised me and raised me, and I cannot fail him. Mingkong, I really don't want to kill you, but I have to kill you, benevolence and righteousness are rare to have both, for righteousness, I have only this way. She didn't run away, and her sword continued to swing towards the sky.

Of course, Sheli's sword pierced the air again, and when she flew up, those black-clothed people also flew up, and more than a dozen swords stabbed at Sheli at the same time, Sheli sneered, and the sword fell like rain, however, she underestimated those black-clothed people, these people are all top masters, and any one who comes out to fight with her alone, she may not be able to take advantage. Gu Zuo can't Gu Right, if it weren't for Mingkong wanting to let her go, I'm afraid that Sheli would have become a hedgehog at this time.

This is a Buddhist temple, if you have a trace of Buddha's heart, don't pollute the tranquility of this place. Mingkong shouted.

She felt that she was extremely stupid, Mingkong was right, since the mission could not be completed, why not escape, how could she die instead of death! She was sent to the Ganye Temple at the age of eight, although she was on standby as an assassin, but after ten years of life, the Ganye Temple had been regarded as her home.

She glanced at Mingkong gratefully, got on the roof, and galloped away.

Seeing that the temple was getting farther and farther away, she stopped, and she walked towards a deserted house, and there was a well in the courtyard of the deserted house, and she remembered it clearly. Since she can't complete the task of the lord, she has no face to stay in this world.

She Li came to the well, looked down at Haoyue reflected in the water of the well, and was about to jump in, when suddenly more than a dozen people in black came in the courtyard.

"It's you! Mingkong said he would let me go, but you didn't listen to the order?"

"Since you are out of the Ganye Temple, I will let you go once, and this time you have to count separately. Little nun, you take the words of the martial artist too seriously!" a man in black laughed roughly.

"Mingkong she...... How could this be? She's not a rebel person, I don't believe it!" Although Sheli had the heart to die, she never imagined that she would look away at Mingkong, she thought that she was true to her word, not an ordinary woman.

"Since I want you to die, why is there so much morality. Don't talk nonsense, give it to me!" A group of black-clothed men stabbed at Sheli with their swords, this time it was not in the Ganye Temple, and no one showed mercy.

"Hmph, it seems that I am indeed stupid, Mingkong, if I can become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Northern Song Dynasty, Tokyo.

In the pavilion, Ruan Che was staring at the manuscript of Su Zi's poems in a daze, and the old maid Cuiwan brought a plate of mung bean cake and put it on the stone table.

"Miss, you're getting mad. Cui Wan sighed.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. What a good word, Xiao Juan, why do you say he is so talented!" Yuan Che's eyes were confused, "It's a pity that I am old, if it is a few decades later, I will definitely be a maid for Su Zi, no, I am willing to be a dog!"

"Bah, Miss, how can you say such a thing, you are so noble. No matter how talented Su Zi is, isn't he also a person, if he is a person, he has to eat, drink, sleep, fart, go to the toilet, I don't think he is very good. Cuiwan sat down and took a piece of mung bean cake and ate it.

Ruan Che is forty-six this year, and she is an old girl to be married, but she is obsessed with poetry, calligraphy and painting, and she can't look down on worldly men.

Ruan Che was born well, his grandfather was a senior official in the middle of the court, but unfortunately his parents died early, and as soon as his grandfather and grandmother left, Ruan Che had to rely on his brother Ruan Feng for his life. Ruan Feng loves Ruan Che's sister very much, and if he doesn't marry, he won't marry, so he bought Ruan Che a mansion and provided delicious food and drink.

Cuiwan is forty-eight this year, and she is also an old girl, she has been a maid for Ruan Che since she was ten years old, and she has been following Ruan Che until now.

"You don't understand, people have talent and no talent, the realm is different. Well, some time ago, I met Suzi on the street, alas, I couldn't even open my mouth, I think in his eyes, I was an ugly old woman. Ruan Che was actually sad and covered his chest, as if he had a dull pain.

"Who said that, Miss, you have always been beautiful as a flower, how can you be ugly. Do you know what people said about the last time we went out on the street, saying that you are my daughter, miss, you should know how young you look! But I don't think there is anything wrong with being ugly and old, I don't know how happy I have lived after so many years with Miss. By the way, you know the Li Xiaohua on the front street, the one who jokes about our old girl, she was her man at first, her son later, and now her grandson, she is so tired that she vomits blood, and now she can't move when she lies in bed. ”

"Did you really vomit blood?"

"Can I trick you, so, I still think this way of living is good, not for any man, just for myself. ”

"But I still really want to be a maid for Su Zi, watching him every day, guarding him, laying paper and grinding ink for him......"

"Come on, I don't want to hear it, if you don't eat this mung bean cake, I'll eat it all. ”

"I don't want to eat it. Cui Juan, give me pen and ink, I want to paint a portrait of Su Zi, it's rare to meet him once, I'm afraid that I will forget his appearance after a long time. ”

"Okay, you wait, I'll get it. Cui Wan went into the house to get pen, ink and paper.

Ruan Che felt that his back was sore after sitting for a long time, so he took Suzi's poems and walked in the courtyard. There was a well in the courtyard, and there was a peach tree by the well, and the tree was full of attractive red peaches.

Looking at it, one of the peaches was hidden in the peach leaves, only half of its face was exposed, and it was so red that Ruan Che wanted to put down the poem and pick up the leaves to look carefully, but she forgot for a moment that she was sitting on the edge of the well at this time, she only thought that she was in the pavilion, and as soon as the poem let go, her body was planted headlong into the well because of the force behind her head.