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"Amitabha."

The old monk recited the Buddha's name again.

Dong Qinghe smiled: "You monk is funny, but I don't know where to talk about life, it's really upside down." ”

"Right and wrong, how can there be a conclusion, it has always been treacherous, and the heroes are just competing for the deer." The old monk's eyebrows were all white, his spine was straight, and he was gentle and indifferent.

Putting down the broken silver, Luo Chen smiled secretly in his heart, hugged his fists and saluted the old man, and said goodbye to Dong Qinghe.

After thinking about it, Luo Chen also felt that the old monk was deceiving people, fooling people to give money.

Dong Qinghe is a person in the rivers and lakes, is it possible that he is more noble than the emperor?

Seeking marriage, signing is signing, signing is signing, signing is signing, where is he unsigning like this.

In the rear, as soon as the two left, a middle-aged monk with a big head and a square face and a simple face ran over and saluted the old monk: "Thank you Uncle Ancestor for breaking the siege, the little monk is much more comfortable at this time." ”

"It doesn't matter." The old monk shook his head: "It's all fateful." ”

Get up and go to the inner courtyard of Guangfu Temple.

The big-headed monk in the back sat down and flipped through the book that belonged to her.

Dong Qinghe didn't take the old monk's words to heart at all, she didn't have any surnames, let alone these nonsense.

I asked the little monk on the side of the road where Zhai Cai was, and I stopped by the way.

Monk Yuanbei is a master, so naturally he will not cook in ordinary places, there are fast dishes, which are made by ordinary little monks.

I ordered two servings at random, spent a lot of money to find a side room, and then began to prepare for lunch.

After Dong Qinghe came back from Minghan Mountain, Ouyang Ruo kept looking at her a little strangely, and after chatting with Ge Yu about business, Dong Qinghe turned his head to look at Ouyang Ruo.

"Master, what's wrong with you."

"It's okay, it's just rare to see you comb this Chaoyun near fragrant bun, and I feel that the little girl has really grown up." Ouyang Ruo smiled, his eyes full of kindness.

"Your master and I will leave soon, and this time I have to go to Yu Country for some things, and the Medicine King Valley will be handed over to you." Ge Yu interrupted the two of them with a loud voice.

Dong Qinghe nodded, she didn't expect the masters to stay for long.

"Tonight, Zhu Xiaoju, invite your father and mother over, and the master will show you a hand." Ouyang Ruojue felt that he had eaten so much, and he still had to repay it.

"Okay." Dong Qinghe especially agreed, she was not coveting what Ouyang Ruo had done for a day or two.

"By the way, what about Zhuang Sheng?" Dong Qinghe hadn't seen him since he came in, and his temperament wasn't good enough to stay in the room.

"I said I was going home, and I would come back in two days." Ge Yu replied to her that Zhuang Sheng's house was very close, less than half a day's journey from Taijing City.

Nodding, Dong Qinghe felt that he seemed to be a little accustomed to seeing Zhuang Sheng.

Zhu Xiaoju.

Last night, Han Zhenyou told her that she was going out today, but she didn't know where to go yet?

This time, only one carriage was prepared, it was Han Zhende's carriage, which was very spacious inside, and there was no problem for several people to move.

"Mother, who are you going to see?"

When Han Zhen took her out, the people in Taijing knew that she was sick, but no one had ever seen him, they had all heard about it.

This time, Han Zhen actually took the initiative to take her to visit other people, how rare it was.

"Go and worship one of your elders."

Since it was used for worship, it is said that the person has already died, and it is not known who it is.

The carriage didn't reach the back door of the Song family until Han Zhen let her out.

Song Mansion, this mansion looks good, the father-in-law is neat, like a university scholar lives.

"Is this Lord Song?" Dong Qinghe asked Han Zhen, that adult, she also admired.

"Yes, that's it."

This Lord Song was originally a Qing official, but he didn't expect a big corruption case a few years ago to involve him and become a victim of partisan struggle, resulting in the loss of his head at a young age, and his wife couldn't stand it and was martyred after hearing about it, leaving a little daughter.

This little daughter is a powerful one, and the people in the family came to take her away, but she didn't leave, she had to keep this family business.

There are elders of the same clan who want to come to take away the things of the Song Mansion or to point fingers, but they will be blushed by her, and they will leave in disgrace, and they will not get half of the benefits.

As a result, she was a little girl, guarding what her parents had left behind, and managing the house and property alone.

At that time, he was ridiculed by many famous families, saying that this was unreasonable, and the people of the Song family did not know etiquette.

The patriarch of the Song clan came to her once, and after she returned, he never mentioned it again, acquiescing to her behavior.

Therefore, this place was removed from the upper class, and it was really embarrassing for a little girl to be in charge, if it was a relative in his own clan, he would really have no face to see people.

This place can really be said to live your life behind closed doors.

Changing places, Dong Qinghe had to sigh, she would choose this way, this is also a fellow practitioner.

This Song girl has grown up, she can't stay in someone else's house for a long time, she has no feelings, but it is inconvenient, she lives in someone else's house, and in the future, the marriage will be controlled by an unfamiliar person, and the property has to be watched by others, which is really bad.

It's better to live your own life, take the money, close the door, live your own little life, and know yourself.

The back door of the Song Mansion opened, and a girl in red dressed in Shengxue walked out with two or three maids.

"Auntie." The voice is very kind, it sounds very comfortable, crisp and moving.

"Yingxue, I haven't seen you for a long time." Han Zhen held the hand of the woman in front of her, looking very relieved.

A middle-aged servant woman next to her reminded: "Miss, let's go in first." ”

"That's right," Han Zhen didn't hesitate: "Go in first." ”

The group walked in, and the driver behind also drove the carriage from the side.

"This is Sister Dong." Looking at Dong Qinghe, Song Yingxue smiled and turned back to ask Han Zhen.

"Yes, this is a little girl, Dong Qinghe, a few months older than you. Qinghe, this is the daughter of Song Yingxue's Song family. ”

"Don't dare to be, Sister Dong doesn't mind, just treat me as a sister." Song Yingxue has an elegant temperament, good facial features, apricot eyes, high nose bridge, curved eyebrows and smiling lips, noble atmosphere, red clothes lined with snow-like skin, outlining a slender figure, with the talent and etiquette of a scholar, but because of the great changes she has experienced, she has been hearty, tenacious and generous in keeping things inside and outside.

"I want to have such a fairy-like girl, or you can take in a goddaughter, hehe." Dong Qinghe smiled, she felt that this girl was very good.

Song Yingxue and the Dong family have always had a good relationship, and Han Zhen was moved at that time and helped her a lot at the beginning.

Everyone knew that the Song family's big family business fell into the hands of a little girl who had never managed it, and I don't know how many people coveted it, thanks to the Dong family's talents, they drove away other people with bad intentions.

"When I received the news from my aunt, I asked my subordinates to prepare lunch, which is a time-consuming thing, so I am ready to honor my aunt." Song Yingxue smiled, she was really grateful.

Han Zhen didn't speak, and Dong Qinghe picked up: "Then I'm blessed." ”