"Miss Xiao's great kindness and great virtue are unforgettable!" The little girl Qiaoxiu cried a lot. Hugging Qinghe's thighs for a while!

"Alas, it's all right! I'm not merciful, I have something for you to do, get up! "Qinghe is not a female bodhisattva.

Qiaoxiu said repeatedly: "Miss just command, the slave and maid will never give up!" For Qiaoxiu, who has never received the slightest bit of good master, Qinghe, who helped her redeem herself and bandaged her wounds, is simply a reborn parent.

"You don't need to die. You're going to be a girl, aren't you? ”

"Yes! Yes! Don't be afraid of Miss jokes! The female red of the slave maid is one of the best in the county lord's mansion! Qiaoxiu nodded like pounding garlic.

At this time, Qing He took out two clothes, one was what he wore on weekdays, and the other was a tulle skirt that was turned over from An Rou.

"Help me tear this coat apart and sew it in with a magnet at the joints. Transparent fishing line is fixed around the waist, and it comes out through the sleeves! The thinner gauze skirt inside, the neckline and the waist are sewn with magnets inside, which must be meticulous, and the outside cannot be seen inside! Do you understand? "I have to describe the production process of Qiaoxiu in detail.

"Got it!" Qiaoxiu nodded, this was much easier than An Rou's daily arrangement.

Qing He looked up at the sky, there was still an hour before the hour.

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The morning worship ceremony is about to end when it arrives, today is the last day of incense, dozens of monks in the hall, dozens of guards outside the hall.

Normally, in order to prevent the blades from colliding with the gods, all the guards are not allowed to carry their blades to the Mahavira Hall.

However, due to yesterday's abbot, under the pressure of Jun Wuchen, the temple had to break the precedent. After all, this is an imperial temple, and to put it bluntly, it is also a royal meal.

Therefore, the candle is fully armed today, and the two big knives are shining brightly. One left and one right are carried on their shoulders, like singing a big opera. In the name of protecting His Royal Highness King Zhao!

As the bell rang, Qinghe walked into the main hall with Qiaoxiu.

First of all, I respectfully saluted King Zhao in front of me.

"His Royal Highness King Qizhao, last night the human woman was a god's dream, and the god said that the abbot was unwise, in order to avoid wrongdoing, through the human woman's body, this matter was told to all sentient beings from beginning to end......."

Wen Zou Zou has to say a lot, which means that Lao Tzu will start dancing the great god in a while, wait for mortals to take a closer look!

Feng Buqi listened to it and gracefully got up from the front of the Buddha, turned around and walked towards Qinghe, turned sideways, and signaled with a look: Please start your performance!

Qinghe bowed, lifted his skirt lightly and knelt on the mat. Put your hands together and say something in your mouth.

At this time, the summer sun is empty. The light of the sun was scorching, and all the guards outside the hall were squinting slightly, and under this scorching sun, everyone was looking forward to having a tile to cover their heads.

Only the candlelight of the big drama is not!

Standing under the scorching sun behind the soldiers, he held two broad-faced broadswords on his shoulders that were brighter than a mirror!

No one whispered above the Daxiong Treasure Hall, they were really curious, and they all stared at Qinghe inside and didn't dare to take their eyes off.

What is the scene of the gods' instructions? Everyone has only heard of it in their books. Even the monks who were over half a hundred years old had never seen it.

Suddenly, a strong light flashed on the face of the golden Buddha in the hall, and everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes slightly, looking for light and looking up at the golden Buddha at the same time, the wind on Qing He's side seemed to walk behind Qing He with his hands unintentionally, and stood on the other side.

In just such a moment, Qing He, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha, appeared in a pale pink embroidered gold smoke luo gauze skirt, the gold silk was luxurious, the tulle was light and fluttering, and the body was graceful.