Chun Siniang scolded the evil feudal society again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She was too lazy to knock on the door, and she couldn't open it anyway.

It's not her turn to appear when the shooting is open.

She ordered Lu Yuan to find a sword that was as sharp as clay, but Lu Yuan looked puzzled and was about to walk away, but she stopped him again: "By the way, find Zhu Mixiang and bring it over." ”

Seeing that Lu Yuan didn't understand, she said impatiently: "It's just the incense that makes people fall asleep immediately after smelling it." ”

"What did the lady say? But the incense doesn't have that much effect......" Lu Yuan's uninformed appearance finally made Chun Siniang find a sense of superiority in IQ as a woman.

"I don't know, you go and ask the monk if you have it, forget it if you don't, bring the sword over."

Luo Yuan originally wanted to go to the dormitory to find the soldiers guarding the tomb to borrow a sword, but he was afraid that he would delay the time again and again, so he directly asked the monk to borrow a woodcutter.

The merry swordsman turned into a woodcutter, and the corners of Chun Siniang's lips couldn't help twitching. She took the woodcutter and shook it in her hand, which was very heavy.

She plucked her hair and blew on the blade.

The hair is still intact.

Such a bulky woodcutter can blow hair and break, which is also wonderful.

Chun Siniang returned the knife to Lu Yuan, copied her hands, and pointed the door with her chin: "Cut." ”

Frightened, he took two steps back.

"This is the Chongsheng Temple, besides, Ah Lang is still in it......"

Chun Siniang said coldly: "If you can shoot the door, shoot quickly." If you don't have that ability, cut it quickly. Otherwise, if you miss my trivial matter, and take your family Ah Lang to give his life in vain, don't blame me. ”

Lu Yuan still hesitated: "Or, Rong Lu Yuan will show Ah Lang first?" ”

Chun Siniang sneered: "Think about it, do you know that your family Ah Lang will let you cut it?" She listened attentively, "Hey, there's no movement, isn't your Alang Mo physically exhausted and fainted?" ”

Hearing this, Lu Yuan was anxious, gritted his teeth, raised the woodcutter high, and cut it down with his eyes closed.

The door of the royal temple was really strong, and after a few knives, Luo Yuan was so tired that he was panting, but there were only a few shallow dents on the door.

Chun Siniang took the woodcutter from Lu Yuan's hand, and was about to make a move, when she suddenly heard a voice in her ear, "Amitabha." ”

When she turned around, she saw that it was the abbot with a kind eyebrow and a high monk's temperament, followed by two little monks.

"Amitabha." Chun Siniang also recited the Buddha, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to destroy the temple property of your temple, but I was in a hurry, and I couldn't think of a better way for a while, and I hope the abbot will forgive me." ”

She hesitated, she wanted to comfort and comfort the old monk, but she didn't know whether the Guogong Mansion would pay for it, and she didn't dare to make a promise.

Otherwise, she will have to pay out of her own pocket at that time, and she will not have the spare money.

Thinking of money, she was very sad, it was really an evil feudal society, and she had worked for nothing in the past few months, and she didn't even have a place to defend her rights.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, just one door, what's it?" The abbot glanced at a little monk behind him, and the little monk stepped forward, looked at his nose and nose, and looked at his heart, and waved at Chun Siniang, "Donor, please let go." ”

Chun Siniang stepped aside, the little monk took out a thin blade, inserted it along the crack of the door, and only tinkered twice, then heard a soft "click" sound from inside the door, which was the sound of the bolt falling off.

"The old man will retire, and the donor will take care of it." The abbot recited "Amitabha" again and left with the two little monks.

Chun Siniang remembered what she had watched, the bloody drama of those flower thieves breaking into the boudoir at night, and couldn't help but be ashamed, isn't this the usual method used by flower thieves, how can she remember the incense, but forget this one?

Seeing that Lu Yuan was looking at her with burning eyes, she coughed lightly.

"The little monk is really a master of prying the door. Actually, I know this method, but," Chun Siniang returned the woodcutter to Lu Yuan, "The knife you borrowed is too thick." ”

"Lu Yuan will return the firewood knife, and the lady will ask for it." Lu Yuan hurriedly slipped away.

Chun Siniang scolded secretly: There is no righteousness.

She straightened her clothes, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open with a sad heart.

A light was like a bean, reflecting Wu Minzhi's thin, deformed face. The beautiful man of the past looked like a starving ghost in the earth.

Sure enough, Nozuonodie.

Chun Siniang sighed very sadly: "Guogong, why bother? ”

Wu Minzhi's reaction made Chun Siniang very discouraged.

Because he didn't react at all.

Chun Siniang's heart was horizontal, and she was bold enough to hold Wu Minzhi's hand that turned the Buddha beads.

His hands were so cold, so cold that Chun Siniang's heart trembled with his hands.

Wu Min was stunned, looked at Chun Siniang's hand, and then followed her hand up, from his arm to her face.

Chun Siniang took off her mask at the right time, slowly raised her eyes, and smiled at him.

What made her even more frustrated was that Wu Minzhi's expression did not change in the slightest. It seems that he has always seen himself like this.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Wu Minzhi was pricked by a needle, and suddenly shook off Chun Siniang's hand.

The maddening chanting sounded again.

Chun Siniang had a sad face, and said that she knew herself and knew her opponent, and she would not be defeated in a hundred battles. But he put on a dead look of "beat me to death and don't speak", how would she know what he was thinking?

It seems that Mrs. Zheng Guo has also read too many Mary Sue novels, so she thinks her son will look at her differently?

Chun Siniang looked at Wu Minzhi fiercely for half a day.

Well, if you don't say it, I'll help you say it.

She simulated a Wu Minzhi in her mind, talking to herself, asking and answering herself.

Of course, the question is asked in my heart, but the answer is to let Wu Minzhi hear it clearly.

I feel like a psychopath.

Neuropathy is neuropathy, it's better than a dead person.

"What are you doing here?"

coughed lightly and said sadly: "Come and mourn Madame." Since I was born, I haven't seen my grandmother, and in this life, I've only called my wife a mother's ......" After speaking, he wiped his eyes.

After taking a closer look, Wu Minzhi did not react.

"I also want to thank the prince for saving his life." The words were simple, but there were many contents revealed in his eyes, waiting for Wu Minzhi to show curiosity and explain well.

Wu Minzhi still didn't respond.

Chun Siniang had no choice but to change the conversation, saying something about the deceased who had already mourned on the National Public Day, taking care of her body by the way, and thinking more about the living, don't let the person who went go uneasy. Amitabha Amitabha!

She spoke bitterly and said it dryly, but Wu Minzhi didn't react.

It seems that it is not possible to talk well.

Chun Siniang bit her fingers, thought for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Is Guogong really impatient with life, so he is bent on death?" ”

She sneered heavily on purpose.

"Martyrdom is such a great sentiment. But in my opinion, I am confused, so why use the dead as a disguise? ”

Wu Minzhi still chanted the scriptures with a blank face.

Chun Siniang looked at Wu Minzhi carefully, and nodded thoughtfully: "I heard that Guogong has not eaten water and rice for seven days, and it is a miracle that he can survive until now." But looking at Guogong like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive. ”