Chapter Twenty-Seven: My Lord, the Poor Nun Is Wronged

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Su Qingmo sighed in her heart, and said secretly: She's not so unlucky, right?

Qinglai walked up to her, looked at her coldly, and asked, "It's so late, why is your sister-in-law still stranded in the city?"

Su Qingmo lowered her eyes, "It was the master in the temple who asked me to buy some things and go back." ”

Qing Yi obviously didn't believe her words, "Oh, what do you need in the view, and you have to send your sister-in-law to buy it at night?" As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him burst into laughter, and one of the obscene men who was watching the excitement laughed and said: "Could it be that your sister-in-law can't bear to be lonely, so she secretly ran down the mountain to steal the man while the teacher was not paying attention?"

Su Qingmo turned her head to look at the laughing people around her, lowered her head and hugged the package in her arms, and said with a cramped and uneasy face: "Poor nuns don't have it, the monks should be six pure, and please don't guess." ”

The man snorted coldly: "Hmph, say I'm guessing, then you can come up with evidence to prove your innocence." ”

Su Qingmo's eyes drooped, cold and gloomy.

In this case, if she really wants to prove her innocence, there is only one way, either to ask a woman who specializes in virginity verification to do so, or to show the cinnabar on her arm to everyone.

But in this era, whether it is a woman's body or the cinnabar zhi on her arm, she can only show her husband on the night of the cave room.

No matter how you prove it, her reputation will be ruined in the future.

Fortunately, she was ready to do the other thing for a long time.

"If you want to know, you will give you the answer. But if you want the poor nun to say it herself, it is really difficult for the poor nun to speak. ”

"If you don't say it, it proves that you have a weak heart, and we can only ask you to come with us. Qing Yi saw that he had postponed a few times, and his suspicion became even greater, and he waved coldly to the two guards behind him, signaling them to come and take people away.

"This lord, the poor nun is wronged, the poor nun is not weak-hearted, but just ......" She seemed to be more nervous, and her hands tightly grasped the knot of the package. A tangled look.

Qing Yi looked at the dark face of the girl in front of him, and there was a flush, he was wrong, why did he think that this girl was shy?

In fact, Su Qingmo was indeed holding her breath and pretending to be shy in her mission, but the skin of this mask was too dark, and the effect of her suffocating it was still not obvious.

"Stop talking nonsense, come with us. Two guards walked over and shoved her behind.

As a result, the package in her hand fell directly to the ground and scattered as if it was not held steadily.

For a moment, the eyes of everyone around were focused on the package on the ground.

The women present began to cover their faces and turn their heads, while the men looked at each other in embarrassment.

Among them, the most embarrassing in addition to Qingyi is the man who asked her for evidence before.

It was filled with a women's menstrual cloth!

The audience was in an uproar, and even Qing Yi, who had always had an iron face, was surprised and embarrassed at the moment.

Only one person sighed helplessly, Su Qingmo looked up at one of the guards, "Two donors, do you still need the poor nun to go with you now?"

This helpless tone made the guard who had pushed her just now blush. Hurriedly shook his head, then nodded and shook his head again.

Seeing his stupid face, another guard beside him directly raised his hand to push him aside, turned his head to Qingyi and said respectfully: "My lord, look ......"

Whether they can go or not is naturally up to this adult, and they all follow his orders before acting.

Qing glanced at the pile of moon cloths on the ground, his face distorted a little, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and then waved his hand at him. The two of them quickly retreated to their previous posts.

Does this mean that you can go?

Su Qingmo hurriedly squatted down and gathered all those menstrual cloths into the cloth bag, crossed and tied two knots before holding them in his arms again. But when she was walking away, she stopped again, turned and walked towards the man who had asked her to show evidence.

"You...... What are you going to do? I tell you don't have any money right now. When the man saw her rushing at him, he thought that she was blackmailing him for money, so he hurriedly clutched his chest and took a few steps back.

The people around me looked at it with contempt, there is no money, what are you doing covering your chest, isn't this three hundred taels of silver here?

"This donor, when he goes out, he can eat indiscriminately, but he can't talk nonsense. Although the monks should keep these mundane things out of their bodies, if this remark spreads today, the reputation of the poor nuns will be ruined, but the poor nuns still have the reputations of the other sisters in the Qingguan behind them, if the reputation of the Qingguan where I live is damaged by this incident, that is, all the Qingguan in all parts of the world will be disgraced, and this sin is too great for the poor nuns to bear. Therefore, the poor nun came here just to ask you, the donor just said that he wanted the poor nun to take out the evidence, and now the things in the poor nun's hands can be used as evidence?"

"Self-...... Nature. The man in front of him was first ashamed of what she said, and then he was even more uncomfortable when he heard her question.

However, Su Qingmo still had a calm face and did not feel humiliated at all, her desireless and wantless bearing really had a bit of the outstanding demeanor of six pure fairy wind bones.

Let the people next to him see it and be even more annoyed in their hearts, blaming themselves for following the coaxing before, where can the reputation of a Taoist aunt be joked about as soon as they become a monk.

She nodded, then turned her head to look at the people around her and said, "Have you heard it?" Poor Ni went down the mountain and entered the city at night, and it was indeed for a reason, not that this benefactor said that he was doing such a terrible thing. If this rumor spreads in the future, I hope that the donors can make a statement for the poor nuns. After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Qing Yi.

It's not a good thing to secretly curse this damn coachman in his heart, if he hadn't stopped himself, could these things happen?

Qingyi listened to her words, and his face was a little uncomfortable. Although she felt that her words were exaggerated, she still swept towards everyone in the audience with a straight face and cold eyes, and warned: "This matter ends here, if anyone is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue and taking this matter out to chew the root of his tongue, then don't blame the sword in my hand for being merciless!" With that, he pulled out a sharp sword pinned to his waist and nailed it firmly to the seamless stone slab under his feet.

The sword trembled and roared.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder when they heard it, it was an extremely hard stone slab. He actually plunged his sword into it casually.

Not to mention them, even Su Qingmo was surprised when she saw this.

Nima, I can't imagine that he has such skills just as a coachman of that person, and it is conceivable that he can be so subordinate, and the identity of the master behind him must be not simple.

A cold sweat broke out on her back, glad she hadn't covered up with the coachman from beginning to end when she was in the carriage before.

No, this place is not suitable for a long time.

After turning around to thank Seiichi, he disappeared into the crowd with the package full of moon cloth.

Hurried to the gate of the city, but saw that the way was blocked again!

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