The fourth master looked at her little appearance, and couldn't laugh or cry: "What, unhappy?" ”

"No" the little cute thing stretched his lips, strengthened his face, smashed his teeth and swallowed blood: "I'm happy!" ”

"And you're still like this? If you want to cry or not."

The little cute thing was heartbroken, and clutched his chest: "Master, I'm moved!" ”

"Hmm" The fourth master touched her face, and smiled slightly with great satisfaction: "Ye also thinks you should be moved, this is a big gift specially prepared for you!" ”

Little cute thing: ""

Boom Boom Boom

Why does she feel like she has been calculated by the fourth master?

The next day, in order to make up for the regret of not accompanying Xiao Mengwu to visit Daming Temple last time, the fourth master took her to Hanshan Temple.

Originally, Gu Youran was very happy, and even thought that in order to thoroughly feel the artistic conception of the Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ji's Fengqiao Night Park, he planned to stay in the temple with the fourth master for a night, and experience the lonely and quiet feeling of "the moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng's fishing fire is sad and sleepy".

But now

Can't get high.

Her mind is full of pictures of whether she will die miserably if the truth is exposed.

One day husband and wife for 100 days, the fourth master has a cold face and a warm heart, he shouldn't do anything to her, but how should she explain it?

If the stuffing is revealed from the fourth master's side, there is still a discussion at all, but if it is revealed from Lord Gu, that is, "her father", won't it be over!

What if Master Gu is the kind of person who doesn't know how to be flexible and is particularly pedantic, and treats her as a female spy, and has to push her out to ask for the crime?

Gu Youran was worried.

But it's useless to worry, day by day, what should not be changed, or nothing has changed.

As now, she was directly pulled by the fourth master to visit the temple.

All the temples look similar, at most they are built in different places with some twists and turns, and then occasionally have a few characteristics of their own, but the style of the houses is the same, and even in the various temples, the clothes worn by the monks are extremely similar, which is really nothing to look at.

Gu Youran walked and walked boredly, listless.

The fourth master glanced at her sideways, his thin lips slightly hooked, and he didn't speak.

When the fourth master came to the temple, he didn't inform anyone in the temple that he didn't use the privilege of being a prince, but just ordinary people who came to ask the Buddha for incense.

"Let's go, it's our turn."

The little cute thing was dragged into the Buddhist hall by the fourth master, kneeling on the futon unconsciously, clasping his hands together, and he didn't know what he was here for, and his soul had already soared to the sky

The corners of the fourth master's lips were slightly curved, he shook the stick holder, picked up the bamboo stick that fell out, looked at the words on it, his eyes were extremely calm, his temperament was still as stable as ever, and his temperament was gentle and peaceful.

He put the bamboo stick back in it, and did not ask the master to solve the sign.

The fourth master handed the sticker to the little cute thing and asked her to shake it.

The little cute thing shook casually, and shook a lot.

I picked it up and looked at it, but I didn't understand, so I gave it to the fourth master: "What do you mean?" ”

The sunflower blooms again, and those who are far away go and come again;

Let him be in danger or not, and let the disaster not be seen.

After the fourth master saw it, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It's not a good sign.

Especially children

But that's right.

"Master? Isn't it good? ”

Gu Youran looked at the fourth master suspiciously.

The fourth master pondered for a while, and said lightly: "Let's draw another lot." ”

"Oh, good."

So Gu Youran shook another lot, but this one was not for a son, but for marriage.