Seeing that Zuo Xiang was smiling calmly, Xiao Nuan also smiled kindly, as if she hadn't done anything just now. In the face of such a natural and rapid change of face, Zuo Xiang, who is over forty years old, just wants to say that this little girl is still too tender.

Didn't she know that she cared so much about the Qin family and Xiaocao, and in the eyes of others, these two people had become a sharp weapon to threaten her? If you want to control her, you only need to control the Qin family and Xiaocao.

Xiao Nuan retracted her gaze and continued to stand Zhizhen in the stands.

It should be that she thinks too much, Zuo Xiang is the second prince's uncle, and the second prince and the third master are in a group, and Zuo Xiang has no reason to find their family unhappy.

However, Takakura Jiegang sent someone to send a message to Xiao Nuan, saying that last night Zuo Xiang asked him in detail about the affairs of the Qin and Chen families in recent years. Of course, what Gao Cangjie knew was only what the people of Qinjia Village knew.

The left minister understands these things, perhaps because he wants to judge something. Now that the third master has faced Cheng Wujie, Xiao Nuan doesn't want the third master to face the left and right phases at the same time. Even if he is as strong as the third master, and he is the enemy of the two pavilion elders at the same time, he will never be able to bargain. So as long as Zuo Xiang doesn't look for their family's business, Xiao Nuan will never provoke him.

Xiao Nuan came back to his senses and carefully observed the wisdom of the scriptures.

Xiao Nuan couldn't hear how Zhizhen Buddhism was talking, but she felt that Zhizhen's voice and the true Buddha's style were very bluffing. She has to pick up the true essence of wisdom today, so that her master or seventh senior brother can also add some divine temperament.

By Xiao Nuan's side, the Qin family listened carefully to Zhizhen's lecture and had no distractions. Xiao Cao on the left side of the Qin clan also sat in a decent manner, but she didn't listen to the scriptures, but made eye contact with the little monk Yuan Yuan on the side of the podium.

Du Tong, who saw this scene in his eyes, only felt that one head was two big. He deeply felt that his honest and lovely junior brother was going to be spoiled by the grass. He had the heart to talk to Xiao Nuan, but he really didn't know how to speak. And why did Du Tong feel that Xiao Nuan's eyes wandering around the master were like seeing silver.

Could it be that she also saw that the master's lecture was very imposing, and planned to partner with herself to build a few big altars? Which of her bad-tempered seventh senior brothers didn't beat her if he found out? If she really talks to herself, how should the money be divided?

Xiao Nuan's eyelids drooped and pretended to be calm, but his eyes turned back and forth, and his fingers pulled and wrote down from time to time, as if he was dialing the abacus beads. These actions are too familiar to Xiao Nuan, this is what a businessman looks like when he wants to count money.

Could it be that he wants his master to make money by holding a few Buddhist events with hundreds of people during the Buddha Bathing Festival? Zhenqing Temple is a small place, and large-scale activities of hundreds of people have to be held by the temple to occupy her territory, does she want to charge some venue fees, and how much is appropriate?

Du Tong and Xiao Nuan's eyes met, and they both smiled kindly, hoping to meet sooner.

Zuo Xiang's eyes wandered between the master and apprentice on the stage and the mother and daughter in the audience, pondering that there must be a story he didn't know here, and this story should be quite interesting.

The sensitive Xiaocao turned her head, looked at Zuo Xiang's calm and inquiring gaze, smiled sweetly and pointed to Master Zhizhen on the stage to let Zuo Xiang be distracted, and then she herself looked at Zhizhen seriously, and she couldn't help nodding her little head very teachable.

How can this little guy look cuter than his daughter when she was a child? No wonder the Queen Mother, Shengshang, and Concubine Hua all like her. Such a cute child, how could Chen Zumo be willing to drive it out.

The mother and son of the Chen family, who have been paying attention to Zuo Xiang, frowned when they saw the interaction between Zuo Xiang and Xiao Nuan.

After Zhizhen's lecture was over, everyone suddenly opened their mouths like an initiation, eager to fill all the valuable things on their bodies into the merit box.

"It's so good, Master Zhizhen said it so well, good will be rewarded, and cause and effect will be accumulated!" Qin was excited. Xiao Nuan pressed her mother's hand to remove the bracelet, raised her eyes and met the degree, and reconfirmed her eyes, everything was silent.

Zuo Xiang leaned in front of Xiaocao, bent down and whispered, "How about helping Uncle draw a portrait when Xiaocao is free?" ”

Xiaocao is not painted by everyone, but for the sake of him being a guest of Nanshan Pass, Xiaocao nodded, "What does Uncle want?" ”

"Draw as you want." Zuo Xiang is not very demanding, he just wants to find out if this little girl knows the identity of Yuantong.

Xiaocao likes to do this without asking for it, let her play by herself! Xiaocao pulled up the left phase and ran quickly.

Xiao Nuan and Qin were looking forward to what Xiao Cao would draw the elegant left phase into, and smiled a little gloating.

Seeing that the prime minister and Xiao Nuan's mother and daughter got along so well, Pi felt even more inappropriate. She walked home quickly, pulled her son and asked, "Son, don't you think that Lord Li looks at Xiaocao and her mother is not quite right?"

Chen Zumo frowned, "No." ”

"Lord Li's main room has been dead for several years, right, he has a few concubines in his family, why don't he marry and fill the house?" Pi asked.

Chen Zumo was not happy when he heard it, "Mother said cautiously. What kind of identity is Zuo Xiang, how can he look down on such a stupid woman as the Qin family!"

"Stupid? Qin's Wangfu, his appearance is not bad, his temper is good, he is not very old, he has silver, and he also has a prince and son-in-law, there is no harm in marrying her!" She actually drove the Qin family out and let Chai Yuyuan enter the door, she was really lame.

"Mother!" Chen Zumo's eyes darkened with anger, "You didn't say that before!"

Mother used to clearly say that the Qin family was born poor and sour, illiterate and unable to speak, and could not give birth to a son!

Pi Shi waved his hand casually, "Don't be pretentious about the past, you just said why didn't Zuo Xiang marry and fill the house?"

"I don't know! If he is like what his mother said...... "Chen Zumo felt impossible, he couldn't even speak, he felt sick just thinking about it, "If he is like that, he will no longer be the left minister that everyone admires!"

Hum! You know what!

Pi's no longer cares about his son, but he can't be cheap, he has to let him stay away from Xiao Nuan, and don't let him get in the way of his plan to take their mother back to the Chen family.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Pi Shi found that she didn't have any tricks at all...... Isn't that a hurry!

Chen Zumo no longer paid attention to the old lady who had gone crazy, and went back to the house to write a secret letter to King He.

In the Yunkai Study, Xiao spread out a large piece of paper on the table, and hung more than a dozen pens next to it, "Uncle can stay as comfortable as he wants, and Xiaocao will be drawn in a while." ”

Zuo Xiang took a local chronicle from the bookshelf and looked at it casually, "Xiaocao often reads here?"

Xiaocao carefully observed Zuo Xiang's every move, and responded, "Hmm." ”

"Whose desk is next to you?"

"Yuantong, Aniu, and Ernier." Xiaocao bites the barrel of the pen and holds the pen.

"Only one boy?" Zuo Xiang asked with a smile.

"He's a monk and can't go to the clan to study, so he can only come here." Xiaocao stared at the expression on Zuo Xiang's face.

"Does that grass think he's pitiful?" Zuo Xiang asked again.

"It's not pitiful, he's doing well." Xiaocao replied.

Zuo Xiang's eyes rolled, "Why?"

That's what it looks like!

Xiaocao grasped the charm of Zuoxiang, dipped the ink into the pen, and drew with a brush.