Song Jiayao hurriedly knelt down and said: "It turned out to be Ping'an Hou, the little girl has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and she mistakenly harmed Hou Ye." But it is definitely not the original intention of the little girl, and I hope that the Hou Ye will be aware of it, if there is a little lie, but it will be handled by the Hou Ye. ”

As soon as the words fell, the voice sounded, and the real sedan chair of the General's Mansion was delayed on the road and came a little late.

When the people in the General's Mansion saw the scene in front of them, they naturally knew that there had just been a massacre here, and then seeing that Nangong Jin was extraordinary, Song Jiayao's brother was naturally also a knowledgeable person, and immediately understood that this person was either rich or noble, and he was very comparable, so he immediately took everyone to kneel on the ground with the eldest lady.

I only heard Nangong Jin say coldly: "You still have a little knowledge." ”

He looked at the kneeling man behind him and asked, "Is this your family?" ”

Song Jiayao nodded, and responded: "It's the little female house slave, the general can ask them." ”

Nangong Jin sneered again, there was a lot more evil aura in his smile, and the words he said were also sonorous and powerful: "You don't have to ask, I believe you." Although you didn't mean to, Ben Hou was delayed by you after all, and you have to give Ben Hou an explanation. You will be punished for not being allowed to take a sedan chair and walk to Shangcheng Temple. ”

turned around and wanted to go back to the car, but heard the person behind him muttering weakly: "Didn't Master Hou just say that the little girl is a woman, and he doesn't care about the little girl......

Qing'er tugged at Song Jiayao's sleeve vigorously, her face full of horror.

Oh my God, this is the famous god of war "Ghost Seeing Sorrow", Ping'an Hou Nangong Jin!

It's good that they can keep their heads this time, is the eldest lady crazy? Dare to talk about conditions!

I thought that Nangong Jin would be like thunder, and their fate would be like bandits, but I didn't expect Nangong Jin to just turn her head and smile suspiciously.

With a sweep of his eyes, the long knives of the sedan chair around him were unsheathed, and in a few moments, Song Jiayao's sedan chair was actually broken into eight petals.

This time, I didn't want to steal a sedan chair.

"Punishing you for walking is Ben Hou's mighty grace, could it be that Miss Fei really wants Ben Hou to 'calculate' with you?"

“......”

Vicious. Ruthless enough.

This...... The benefactor of her previous life, the dignified Marquis of peace, turned out to be such a person who would repay her for her efforts?

Song Jiayao was in a complicated mood, so she could only secretly bite a mouthful of silver teeth: "Thank you Lord Hou for your kindness of 'not care', the little girl will definitely be a 'good reward'!" ”

Nangong Jin didn't mind the ambiguity of the word in Song Jiayao's words, and smiled very proudly, her white teeth shining under the scorching sun, making Song Jiayao dizzy.

Suddenly, the dragon and phoenix sedan curtain was lowered, and the group swaggered away.

Song Jiayao didn't really want to go to the incense, but Ping'an Hou spoke, and now she is afraid that she will not be able to do it. As long as she dismissed everyone, she took Qing'er with her and walked to Shangcheng Temple step by step.

The summer is hot, and the sun falls on the earth, as if on fire. Every pedestrian is a trunk, almost trying to smoke in the clouds.

Song Jiayao also fanned the brocade while carrying a light blue pleated long skirt, and the bead hairpin on her head swayed, making a beautiful sound.

"It's finally here, I'm exhausted." Qing'er gasped for air.

Shangcheng Temple is on the high mountain, the master and servant climbed the steps all the way over, Song Jiayao is fine, Qing'er has just turned thirteen at this time, no wonder he can't bear it.

Fortunately, there is a towering temple in front of you, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going, holding different incense sticks in their hands, all of them are pious and serious, each seeking peace and joy.

Her legs were tired and trembling, but Song Jiayao still insisted on kneeling upright on the futon, her hands folded, and her heart was sincere.

She was able to be reborn, and naturally she was in awe of the gods and Buddhas, and now she came to worship, and she was naturally very sincere.