Ah Zhao shook his head: "Monk, how many are not laymen?" ”

The night passed quickly.

Zhan Ming woke up early in the morning of the second day, and was not surprised to find that the mysterious Azhao benefactor had disappeared.

On the table, the delicate tea set and a jar of snow water were still there.

Zhan Ming carefully sorted it out and stored it, waiting for the donor to come and pick it up next time.

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Wenyuan Mansion, Ah Zhao also woke up.

A night of fugue was like a long dream for her, but she didn't feel tired.

She got up, ate her meal, and went to see her parents.

Miss Gonghou's day was really relaxed and boring.

It's better if you have an invitation to party, at least go out and breathe and see your friends and peers.

If you stay at home, all you can do is read books, learn calligraphy, paint, and touch the qin, and then do embroidery by yourself and take a walk in the garden.

Ah Zhao is now full of how to make Zhan Ming move, and he has no heart for embroidery or visiting the garden.

Seeing her sitting on the couch with a heavy heart, Coral was worried: It seems that although the young lady said that she had put it down, she still remembered the young master Qi in her heart. Otherwise, how could he be so depressed?

At this time, Ah Zhao asked again: "Sango, you say, what does this monk like?" ”

Monk?

Coral is confused by her young lady's sudden question.

Miss doesn't believe in Buddhism, and she has never been interested in these things, how could she suddenly ......

Yes!

Coral covered her mouth in shock: Miss can't be, after being hit by Young Master Qi, she couldn't figure it out for a while, and wanted to escape into the empty door, right?

She hurriedly said, "Miss, what's so good about this monk?" Coarse tea and light rice every day, do not eat meat, and it is very bitter. ”

Ah Zhao gave her a blank look: "I'm asking you what the monks like?" ”

Coral said "oh": "Monks, you also like money, right?" Look at the Shantang elder of the Buddha Yuan Temple, the lady donated a golden body to the Buddha last time, and the elders laughed like a Maitreya Buddha. Every time Mrs. goes to worship the Buddha, she has to give a lot of incense money, and the elders of Shantang can treat our Wenyuan Mansion as the God of Wealth. ”

Zhao: "......"

If Zhan Ming also likes money so much, then there is no need to be so troublesome.

But if Zhan Ming was really so persuasive, she wouldn't need to do the task.

Ah Zhao felt a little depressed when he thought about it, and waved his hand to let the coral go down.

Coral was frightened and hurriedly went to see Ah Zhao's mother, Duchess Wenyuan, saying that the young lady was afraid of the idea of becoming a monk.

Naturally, she scared the Duchess of Wenyuan enough, and hurriedly rushed towards the courtyard where Ah Zhao lived.

When Ah Zhao heard that the mother of this body had arrived, he hurriedly went out to greet him.

As soon as I looked at her, I saw that before the beautiful woman could speak, a string of tears rolled down.

Zhao: "......"

She really didn't understand how the tear ducts of this duchess lady were so developed.

Women are made of water, and this is really a perfect interpretation in her.

Sighing with a headache, Ah Zhao stepped forward and wiped her tears with a handkerchief: "Who upset my mother?" ”

Duchess Wenyuan grabbed her hand: "Zhao'er, don't you can't figure it out!" ”

Zhao: "??? ”

I can't figure out anything?

Duchess Wenyuan has already begun to cry: "Even if you are sad in your heart, then you must not have the idea of becoming a monk!" Can you bear to watch me and your father endure the pain of separation? ”

Zhao: "??? ”