"Since it was back then, you know and should know that our family does owe you Qi's family"

Yes, back then, in order to make a marriage contract early, the old lady Fang had solved the Fang family's fire, no matter what circumstances the Qi family agreed to at that time, but such a thing as offending the royal family was indeed done, although no one could have thought that there would be a later one, the so-called icing on the cake villain is more, and there are few gentlemen who send charcoal in the snow, this Qi family is a real gentleman in that marriage contract.

Like water, he was dumbfounded, and glanced at the man's persistent and sincere face, "I won't let you be like this, if you meet a lover, you can come to my Qi Mansion to regret your marriage." ”

"If my sister doesn't marry, I won't marry for a day, and if my sister gets married, I will also find a home."

"Why bother, Miss Fang, you should know that what happened back then was not your wish and mine, but it was set between the elders, and you won't ruin your life for this."

Not to mention that the actual Qi Mozhi has been hooked by Shousheng and sent into the hell of Yama, but she, with the identity of the only son of the Qi family, her identity as a daughter is destined to be hidden in the darkness forever, and she will never be able to see the sun.

"Sister, if you don't marry all day long, I will do the same, that is, you and I will accompany you until you grow old, and I am willing."

She looked at her fixedly, the light in her eyes, like water can't understand, like water frowned tightly, and finally sighed, okay, the girl's mind, day by day, it's a big deal to inquire for her in the future, she can always move her heart, and when she pours it, it is the beauty of pushing the boat down the river, and the marriage contract is dissolved.

Rushui touched his forehead, which was slightly swollen and painful, and half compromised, "Why are you here today?" ”

Fang Qingxian saw that she was finally no longer urging her to dissolve the marriage, so he silently breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and climbed his face, and walked to her side with lotus steps, holding her hand, "I came today to pay tribute to my aunt and to offer incense." ”

Glancing at the hand she was holding, she felt a little trembling inexplicably, the place she touched was a little hot, she seemed to rarely have such contact, some doubts, so far away, was it really just for the pillar incense?

In this way, she couldn't push off her kindness like this, so she just nodded and said, "In this case, you can come with me." ”

Then he quickly let go of her gripping his hand, hurriedly turned around and opened the door and went out, Fang Qingxian looked at her back who was slightly fleeing, his eyes smiled slightly indulgingly, his eyes were slightly darkened, and his red lips hooked.

Of course, it won't be as simple as Shangzhu Xiang, she came today, she didn't think about going back, thinking of the Bai family's carriage that met her in the narrow road today, a trace of danger flashed in her eyes.

Seeing that the figure was about to disappear, Fang Qingxian restrained her smile, and hurriedly followed with her steps, she was much higher than the water, and she could keep up with it in one or two quick steps.

Soon, it was to the main hall, like water pushing the door in, Mother Wang listened to the voice, and seemed to be a little surprised that her own girl led Fang Qingxian to come, but then it was convergent, like water, it was to throw Fang Qingxian and ignore it, and skillfully walked to the mountain of tables, and without raising her head, she took the pen and copied it again.

Fang Qingxian just smiled when she saw this, she nodded to Mother Wang, who came over, and saw that the old man still bowed his head and bowed seriously and did not bother, but just moved his steps lightly, walked to the front of the Buddha case, and recontinued the incense that was about to burn out, and then turned around extremely respectfully and knelt down next to the futon on the side of the old man, folded his hands, and closed his eyes and respectfully eulogized with the old man.

Rushui looked up at Fang Qingxian, who obviously didn't want to go, she didn't want to go, she couldn't drive her away, the land of Buddhism, anyone can come, so she could only bow her head helplessly, and started the transcription again.

Until the sunset goes down the mountain, the bell is particularly clear in the birds in this mountain, the Jingsheng Temple, which was originally bustling with pilgrims, also becomes deserted with the arrival of the night, and the Jingsheng Temple at night is extra quiet, and it is autumn, and the cuckoo parked on the branches cooed and screamed in this evening, rippling in this slightly empty mountain stream with coolness.