"On the way here, I saw an old couple riding a donkey, the donkey was old and thin, and the people around me pointed to the old couple and said, "This person is too bad, the donkey is so old and two people are riding it." The old couple could not stand the pointing and pointing of the men, so the old lady came down and walked down, and the husband rode the stove for some distance, and someone pointed to them and said, "This man is too bad, and he rides a donkey himself, and wants the lady to walk." Later, they exchanged, and the old lady sat on the donkey and walked for a while, and someone pointed to them and said, "This person is too stupid, and there is a donkey that does not ride by himself, but rides for the lady." After that, they stopped riding, and they all came down and walked. Then the men laughed at them again, for this man was so stupid that he didn't ride a donkey. What the hell is going to do to keep people from talking? ”

Mo looked distressed, and Master Liyuan felt that this phenomenon was also worth pondering, so he touched his chin and said, "What do you think of this?" ”

In fact, Master Yuan asked about the son of Qiandu, and Li Xin'er let Master Yuan look at him differently, so he took a step forward and expressed his opinion.

"When those people say that they should not ride on donkeys, one of them comes down, and those people do not speak, and when they say that the husband should not ride on a donkey himself, the husband lets his wife ride, and when they laugh at the husband for not riding, the husband rides, and so all the way home, and what others accuse, they immediately change it and stop them. Give a dog a bad name and hang him. ”

Li Xin'er feels that what she said is very reasonable, this is also her style, she cares a lot about what others think of her, and strives to be perfect in the eyes of everyone.

"Poof."

A burst of laughter looked very chuckled at this time, he was obviously laughing at Li Xin'er like this, this is not the style of a thousand sons.

Only Mo looks very normal and understandable.

Their regent is so disrespectful and goes his own way.

That's right, this thousand sons are Chen Chengxi, although Chen Chengxi is the regent of the Xia Kingdom, there will always be one or two retreats a year, only those who are credible know that Chen Chengxi wears a human skin mask and travels around the world to see the people's feelings.

Occasionally, I came to Putuo Temple, drank this cup of Xuerui, and I was always itchy, and I would come over when I was free.

"According to Miss Li, isn't it very tiring?"

Li Xin'er is arrogant, even if she wants to have a relationship with the son of Qiandu, seeing that the prince of Qianqian is so faceless, her face is not much better, "What is the opinion of the prince of Qiandu?" ”

"I don't have a high opinion, I don't care what those people do, I can do what I want, other people's words are a fart, and I have to live a chic and wanton life."

The prince said it proudly, but it was not unreasonable.

Life is your own life, why care too much about other people's opinions, otherwise life will be so tiring.

Speaking of this, Chen Chengxi had a delicate face in his mind, she did something more self-conscious than him, and it was the first time he had seen such a bold woman.

As Princess Zhao, she should stay in the palace well, either to fight with the people in the house, or to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she doesn't, and finds all kinds of excuses to run outside to do business. It's sharper than a man, and he doesn't know where her products come from, they're all so special, and recently he heard that there are also beauty and medicinal diets, and he really wants to know how her palm-sized brain can come up with so many strange things.

"Well, a good life should live a chic and wanton life." Master Liyuan clapped his hands and applauded, every time he talked to the son of a thousand ends, he could get a different understanding.

The excellence of the sons of thousands shows that Li Xin'er is popular and unsavvy.

Master Liyuan looked at Li Xin'er and said with deep meaning2: "Miss Li is too tired to live in worldly thoughts, so let's get out as soon as possible." ”

It's okay not to say this, but as soon as she said it, Li Xin'er's reputation was ripped back, a vulgar word, how could she bear it for such an arrogant person.

She just wanted to say something, but she didn't expect Master Yuan to pick people up.

"Fate, send Miss Li out."

Yuan has been following Master Yuan, of course he knows Master Yuan's intentions, and Master wants to have a good talk with this thousand young people.

"Miss Li, please come here."

Yuan Xuan walked over and made a word of please.

"Master of Fate, I"

Master Liyuan didn't let Li Xin'er finish speaking, afraid that she would not leave, and then said: "The blessing strip under the sesame oil lamp has begun to be issued, Miss Li might as well go over and take a look." ”

Futiao, that's another thing that everyone in Putuo Temple craves.

Master Yuan's words have already labeled her, and she might as well take a few blessings back to add points to herself.

When Li Xin'er left, she looked at Mo deeply, Mo felt her inquiring eyes, and sat down, he had to finish this scene well, otherwise he didn't know how Princess Zhao would deal with him.

Princess Zhao wants to deal with him, can he resist?

As soon as the regent heard this, he finished the two-day political affairs in the morning and followed him to Putuo Temple.

Don't say anything, the regent of his own house is too dark-bellied, and he keeps digging pits for Li Xin'er to step on, but now it's good, a woman has a vulgar reputation, how ugly it is.

Mo said so, but his gloating eyes didn't look like it.

Li Xin'er was brought out, today's incident was too unexpected, she didn't want her reputation to be stinky, so she spied and said: "Holy monk, is Master Yuan's words a secret today?" ”

Indeed, there are many times when saints complain to Guanyin, or like the monks of Putuo Temple, the conversations between them are all secrets, and Putuo Temple cannot be passed on.

Yuan Xuan understood Li Xin'er's thoughts, but unfortunately, she was different.

"I'm sorry, just now, the fate has been spread."

In Putuo Temple, everyone who knocks on the head can get the opportunity to preside over the verification, if you have a little talent, you will get a good reputation, whether you can get a good reputation or not, it is to be passed on.

Hearing Yuan Xuan say this, the little expectation in Li Xin'er's heart was extinguished, and she planned to intercede with Yuan Xuan, and this matter could be over.

As soon as he walked out of the bamboo house, a piercing voice sounded.

"Squeak, I thought it was who, it turned out to be the daughter of a minor official of the Great Zhou Kingdom, why did she just come out of Master Yuan?"

"Don't you know this, Master Liyuan said she was vulgar."

"Yo, this can't be blamed on Miss Li, a small family, which one is not good, do you think everyone can be like Miss Ouyang, so beautiful and noble."

As soon as Li Xin'er stepped out of the door, she was blocked by several well-dressed women, who had obviously stayed here for a long time to watch her jokes.