Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Wandering Monk

The cold tea mixed with the tea dripping from his face, the little guy hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but Rong Ruizhang was so angry that he couldn't speak, called someone to come in and dressed him, and hurriedly went to Mrs. Zhang's yard, but before he stepped out of the door, he heard a report that Wei Qiongwei came to the door to ask for a meeting.

"What is he here for? Let's just say that I'm busy now, and it's inconvenient to see him......"

"Brother-in-law, I'm busy severing relations with my Wei Commander's Mansion, so I'm not available?"

Wei Qiongwei's sarcastic voice came, Rong Ruizhang stabilized his body that was shaking due to dizziness, and then he barely suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said patiently to the uninvited Wei Qiongwei: "Qiongwei, I am going to stop my mother from ...... now."

"Hmph." Wei Qiongwei didn't believe Rong Ruizhang anymore, Ge Lao's affairs were a mess, and because of him, he was slapped in front of the prince: "Brother-in-law, don't coax me with such words, I'm here today, just waiting for the Prime Minister to give an answer, if you want to divorce my late sister, then I will take back all the dowries that my sister has accumulated over the years." ”

The gold, silver and jewels that were so rich that they filled the treasury of the entire Great Commander's Mansion, Wei Qiongwei was already excited just thinking about it!

And Rong Ruizhang looked at the light coming out of Wei Qiongwei's eyes, and knew that he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to get rid of it today, so he had to grit his teeth and endure his anger, and instructed the people around him: "In this case, first ask Wei Gongzi to go to the side hall for a short rest." "He had to stop his mother right now!

But before the servant woman could answer, the personal grandmother beside Mrs. Zhang came.

"Xiangye, the old lady ordered, if you are sick, just stay in the house and rest." Mama glanced at Wei Qiongwei quickly out of the corner of her eyes, and lowered her head again.

"Who is following the old lady now?"

Rong Ruizhang is not stupid, although her mother is strong, she never deliberately avoids herself in doing things, unless someone is blowing the wind in her ears.

Seeing that he noticed it, Mama wanted to excuse herself to leave, but Rong Ruizhang's face sank, and she said directly: "Come on, beat this thing that doesn't know dignity and humility directly to me with a stick!" ”

"Xiangye ——!"

Mama's face is white, she is the personal mama next to the old lady.

Rong Ruizhang doesn't care, Wei Qingqing's name must not be removed from the Prime Minister's Mansion!

After giving the order, Rong Ruizhang directly wanted to go to the front yard in a menacing manner, but halfway through, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he asked the people around him sympathetically: "What is the movement of the Wei Mansion in the past few days?" ”

"You mean the Wei family in Yuqian Lane?" The little guy replied cautiously.

Rong Ruizhang's eyes were cold, and the little guy only felt as if the knife was resting on his neck, and he hurriedly told Chen An about making a fuss on the street and meeting the prince and Wei Qiongwei.

Rong Ruizhang listened, the corners of his mouth overflowed with a sneer, he knew that Wei Qingqing was secretly playing ghosts, did she just want to leave her side? No, she won't, this woman's bones have long been engraved with humility for him, she used to be so low-eyed and swallowed, isn't it just for herself to have a good face?

Now she is playing so many tricks, and that's why she's doing it. Well, then he will fulfill her!

"Someone, go and prepare the carriage!"

In the dark, the person who was staring at Rong Ruizhang saw that he actually left the matter of Mrs. Zhang and went straight out, frowned, and hurriedly passed the news to Daxiangguo Temple.

At this time, in Daxiangguo Temple, Wei Qingshan just brought Wei Hu and Wei Qingqing up.

Wei Qingshan once saw the liveliness of Daxiangguo Temple when he went to Beijing for the exam, and now he is more emotional when he goes up the mountain.

The three of them went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to offer incense first, and Wei Qingshan talked with his colleagues, and by the way, he introduced Wei Qingqing to the daughters of his colleagues, and Wei Qingqing took the opportunity to go to the back mountain with these young ladies who were like flowers and jade to enjoy the flowers, and slipped out.

"Master."

Huang Ying appeared at the right time and led Wei Qingqing to a small bamboo hut in the back mountain, which was usually a place where the monks who took care of the vegetable field stored their tools, so it was very hidden, and very few people came.

As soon as Wei Qingqing entered the house, he saw a middle-aged monk wearing a half-worn yellow coat.

The monk was sitting cross-legged on the couch, his hands folded and chanting the scriptures, looking like a monk, he didn't seem surprised by Wei Qingqing's appearance, he only calmly finished reciting his scriptures, and then looked at Wei Qingqing with a smile, but a trace of surprise flashed uncontrollably in his eyes.

Although he quickly covered it up, it still didn't escape Wei Qingqing's eyes.

The corners of Wei Qingqing's mouth hooked up a sneer, pulled a stool and sat opposite the monk, and asked him, "When the master sees me, don't you have anything to say?" ”

"Isn't the benefactor, who is not a man of this world, afraid when he comes to the Buddha's door?" The monk asked her.

"Afraid?" Wei Qingqing leaned over to look at him with her chin propped up slightly, and sneered: "What does the master think I need to be afraid of?" If I weren't a person from this world, I would have been wiped out when I went to the Mahavira Palace, so how could I still come here to talk to you? ”

The monk stared at Wei Qingqing's little face, and the covetousness in his eyes became more and more obvious, but he quickly covered it up, and only smiled: "Donor, it's not that you don't report it, it's time not to ......."

"Ah——!h

Before the monk finished speaking, he screamed, Huang Ying's eyes were quick, and he directly grabbed a moldy rag and stuffed it in his mouth, only to look at the hand that was nailed to the bed by Wei Qingqing with a dagger, and his eyebrows moved slightly.