He Angelica had to put it on, Meng Yuer pulled her to look at it again and again, and she didn't know why she was so focused. After a while, Meng Xuan came back with a disgraced face, a bruise on Jun's face, a bloody nose, and a sad expression.

Meng Yu'er glanced at him and said, "It's not even better than when I was a child, and it's okay to fight, so I have to fall on this juncture." The pure and pure land of Buddhism has also been polluted by you, and I will not let you smack it. ”

He Angelica helped Meng Xuan speak: "Young people will inevitably fight, aunt don't be like him." ”

"Angelica, where do you know, he is a Heavenly Demon Star. He's going to bully you, just tell me that my aunt is in charge of you. Meng Yu'er shook her head and got up to leave.

Meng Xuan covered the door of the room, and saw He Angelica loosely holding a small bun, wearing a silver-gray monk's robe with wide cuffs, reflecting a pale little face, which became more and more pointy with a pointed chin, and his eyes were like water, which made people's hearts ripple.

So, he smiled and asked in her ear, "Did I bully you?" "A pair of large palms, with amazing heat, began to draw the most familiar curves.

He Angelica found a veil to wipe his nosebleed, and at the same time struggled angrily in his arms, his skin dyed with a faint pink pearl sheen, seductively kissed. "If you do this again, I really want to call someone, this is a temple, Meng Xuan, do you understand the rules!"

The thick smell blows in the ears, and it is shivering and unsettling.

"What rule," the low laugh made her feel even hotter, "is it that the Buddha won't let me hold my own woman?" I don't believe it. ”

The thin hot lips gradually fall on the snow-white and delicate collarbone, the soft and fragrant tenderness, and the slender waist that is held in a hand. Until the entire monk's robe slipped to the ground, He Angelica's protest was completely ineffective, and he could only be at the mercy of his fingertips......

In the middle of the night, a light rain fell outside the window, and the night was cold. The warm room has been cleared and the rain has dispersed, Meng Xuan is like a hungry beast, his black eyes caress every inch of the silhouette of the person in his arms lovingly, every skin and skin, red face, sweaty hair, extremely tender like water.

"Qing'er, our first child will be named Meng Lan, Shanfeng Lan, boys and girls can use it, do you say it's okay?"

“…… Well. ”

"I heard that women have to endure severe pain during childbirth, and your medical skills are excellent, there must be a way to keep yourself from pain, right? I want to have our baby soon, but I don't want you to be hurt. ”

“…… Well. ”

"Really!" Meng Xuan clasped her small chin and asked in surprise, "Does it hurt for you to give birth?" Then let's give birth to one and try it! ”

He Angelica was drowsy, but she was so noisy by Meng Xuan that she couldn't sleep, she squinted her eyes and asked softly: "Meng Xuan, do you think people have a past life?" Do you think we should follow the trajectory of our previous lives? ”

"Past lives? What do you remember? Meng Xuan asked.

"I didn't ...... I just think there's someone who hates him, and every time I think of him, I wish he was dead. I've never hated anyone so much, why is that......" she muttered to herself.

"Who is he?"

"Zhu Quan."

"......" Meng Xuan was shocked, but he didn't expect that after He Angelica's frozen memory recovered, the first person to make an impression was Zhu Quan!

Meng Xuan combed the fingers of her sideburns for a moment, and then comforted: "An irrelevant person, why bother for him?" You don't mean that he has been abolished by Geng Bingxiu for his martial arts, and a person like him who is arrogant will definitely not be able to withstand such a big blow, and probably won't come out to make waves in the future. Even his concubine Zhou, who has a heart like a poisonous scorpion, is now being targeted by Lu Jiangbei because she is suspected of reselling weapons and privately receiving gifts from officials in the DPRK and China, waiting to take her handle. You can relax, Qing'er. ”

He Angelica said without giving up: "And Zhu Quan and Geng Bingxiu's master, Gao Xianjun, that man is really terrible, I think he knows me." He said that there was a way to restore Zhu Quan's strength and took him to heal his injuries. ”

"Where did you go?"

"It seems to be the Baisha Villa in Drinking Horse Town, but you must not go to them, the martial arts of the High Trial Monarch are above you."

"Got it, go to sleep, I won't lead you to talk, I'm tired, right?"

He Angelica said slowly: "It's okay." ”

Meng Xuan's hot palms became restless again, and he rubbed the person resting on his chest deeper into his body, and said dissatisfiedly: "What does the lady mean, I can't exhaust you, but only to the extent that it's 'okay'?" ”

"Say it again, I'll strangle you." She hated.

"Can't say? Can only be done? ”

"I'll bite you to death!"

"Where does the lady like to bite? I'm lying flat and straight, please speak. ”

“……”

When indifference meets scoundrel, how can her coldness be maintained? Only waved a pair of pink fists, knock knock, and greeted Meng Xuan's body heavily. "Ahh

Sure enough, when he woke up the next day, Duan Xiaolou, who had worked hard to get to the south room, did not appear on the breakfast table. When I went to his room, the bed board was so straight that there was not even a single fold, and it seemed that Duan Xiaolou had never rested here at all.

He Angelica thought that it was the movement in the room last night that forced him away, although he was worried in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought about it, this is not bad, he can't still drag him, it is the most cruel for him.

In the morning, the sky was cloudy, Meng Xuan and He Angelica accompanied their aunt Meng Yuer to have breakfast, Meng Xuan's whereabouts were mysterious, and the work of uncovering and drinking tea disappeared. Meng Yuer took He Angelica to ask the old lady for peace, and the old lady found a stack of scriptures and asked He Angelica to copy the scriptures.

"I heard that you have the ability to write with both hands," Meng Yu'er said with a smile, "This is an unheard of rarity, can you demonstrate it for us?" ”

He Angelica held up two small branch pens full of ink, wrote with both hands, and quickly copied a line of the Lotus Sutra. The left-hand character is a delicate and dexterous hairpin, and the right-hand character is a continuous pen book with branches and leaves, which Meng Yuer was amazed at.

But even better is still to come, after a pause in the ink, He Angelica crossed his arms and changed hands, his left hand to write on the right side of the paper, and his right hand to write on the left. I just turned it over, but the font on the paper remained the same, the left side was still in regular script, and the right side was still in line script.

Meng Yu'er stroked her palms and smiled, "Good girl, how can you practice such a unique skill!" ”

The old lady likes to let the younger generations copy the Buddhist scriptures, as long as the young daughter-in-law who can lift the pen, almost all of them are required to copy the Buddhist scriptures, but her requirements for the Buddhist scriptures are extremely high, in addition to the font to be calm and generous, the person who copies the scriptures must also have the heart of the Buddha, which can also be seen from the words.

Listening to Meng Yu'er keep boasting, the old lady also walked over to take a look, leaving aside the stunt of writing with both hands, the words on the paper were calmly stretched, really not like the words of a young daughter-in-law.

"Good words, good boy." The old lady nodded.

Meng Yuer patted He Angelica and told her kindly: "The old lady often says that young girls are too impetuous nowadays, and they lack the heat to act, speak and behave. But as soon as I saw you yesterday, the old lady frequently praised you, and now I see that you are good, maybe, Mrs. Mo Qi's mantle will be passed on to you! ”

"Master Mo Qi's mantle?" He Angelica was stunned for a moment, and replied directly, "I don't plan to become a monk." "She's doing well, of course she doesn't want to be a nun anymore.

Meng Yu'er smiled slightly, and explained to her softly: "Listen to me, Master Mo Qi is a generation of gods and nuns, and even the saints are highly respected, and when she sat in the gate last month, she passed away in the secret room. Because she had a letter in advance, she knew the date of her return, and asked us not to announce her death until we found her heirs. ”

"Auntie, you are dedicated to the Buddha and Tankou Danxin, I think you are the most suitable person."

"I can't do it, Huigen is too shallow," Meng Yu'er waved her hand and said, "And the heir of Shitai doesn't have to be a monk, just ask for a destined person, and now I am optimistic that it will be you." If you don't object, I'll ask the fairy tonight to see if the master has a master-apprenticeship relationship with you. ”

"Aunt Xie carries love."

Looking at the silent old lady and the mysterious aunt wife, He Angelica was full of doubts in his heart, but he still came down. What would be the mantle of an old nun?

A gust of wind blew the leaves, and it rained again in the afternoon. The large raindrops turned out the fragrance of the soil, which made people happy like a white crane drying its wings, and washed away the ashes on the heart. He Angelica read a book under the window, but still didn't see Meng Xuan come back, so he went to the patio with a red oil paper umbrella to see the trees and vines.

Those vines that smell strangely at night have no fragrance at all during the day, and there is a cool cold air that secretly spits fragrant. He Angelica asked Meng Yu'er, this vine is a Fanbang plant planted by the older generation of nuns, and it may only be here in the entire Middle Earth. Could it be that those medicinal herbs of Bai Yangbai were also picked from here?

Walking in this green world, she is like drinking sweet cheese, and she can't get enough of every kind of vine. Walking with his head shut, he watched too intently, not beware of almost crashing into a wide chest. She looked up in surprise, and then took a look at the man who had been the face of her life.

It is not entirely appropriate to say "raw face", this tall middle-aged man is in silver embroidered blue clothes, with a green jade crown, she has seen it once in a panic in Rabbit Town, it is Zhu Di, the king of Yan. Last time, he threw a man's tears for Princess Yan to hang herself, and He Angelica only saw his side face, this person should be King Yan.

She took two steps back, and Ying Ying bowed to the person who came: "The prince is blessed, I am frustrated for a while, don't blame me." ”

"You...... Recognize me? King Yan's handsome face showed a look of confusion. The county lord of Qingning is indeed as beautiful as rumored, if he has seen this kind of woman before, he will definitely not forget it.

He Angelica hung his head and replied respectfully: "The prince is dressed in a four-clawed dragon embroidered robe, and only the first-class vassal king can be served in this dynasty, so I recognize the prince as the prince, and I guess that you may be His Royal Highness the King of Yan, I don't know if I guessed right." ”