The nobles' thoughts are the same as what Aunt Shen said, when encountering this kind of thing, they will only measure whether it is worth it in their hearts, not whether they should be saved.

She touched the little girl's head and comforted, "Later, you will go to Chang'an Temple with us first, there will be doctors practicing medicine inside, which is more convenient than you going to the bottom of the mountain to find a doctor." ”

Every year when Song Xingyi and others go to Chang'an Temple, the temple will set up a medical shed for them in case of emergency.

These doctors would treat people who went to the temple for free, and the medical expenses were paid by the prime minister's house, for which Song Xingyi won a lot of people's hearts.

If it weren't for the group of people in the court, how could they call him a traitor?

Calculating people's hearts and playing with people's hearts is what Song Xingyi is best at.

The girl's eyes were bright, and she listened to Song Jingshu's gentle instructions, coupled with this kind and charming face, and was instantly fascinated.

She nodded indiscriminately, and couldn't help but say, "Sister, you look like a fairy descending to earth, and you are the best-looking person I have ever seen in the capital." ”

"If I were a man, I would not marry my sister!"

When she went to study secretly, the portraits of beauties hanging in the master's courtyard were not as beautiful as the fairy sisters.

Song Jingshu was coaxed to bend her eyebrows, and the scene was harmonious.

Jiang Mici looked at the rippling smile on the girl's face, was in a trance for a moment, and then silently looked away.

After arriving at the temple, Song Jingshu stuffed a few taels of silver into the arms of the little girl, and instructed the maid and the family to accompany her to find a doctor.

Knowing that she was going to leave Song Jingshu, the little girl was sad and tearful, and she turned back three times when she left.

Biluo's heart tightened slightly, "This kid is only thirteen years old, so sensible......"

Other people's thirteen-year-old children will be afraid that they are still laughing and playing in the school.

"Well, you're right, isn't there a living example in front of you?" Song Jingshu meant something.

As soon as the words fell, Song Shiyi strode over angrily, "What kind of kindness are you pretending?" I haven't seen you send any kindness before, and it's customary to pretend to come to the temple once. ”

Biluo: "......" is indeed a living counterexample.

Song Jingshu was much lazy to say, lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around and walked into the temple.

Song Shiyi was already unhappy with Song Xun's matter, and Song Jingshu's indifferent attitude made her even more angry, she stepped forward and blocked the way of the three of them, "Didn't you hear me?" ”

"Hear what you say? There is a way, what kind of person you are, what you see is what you see, this county lord and you are in a different state of mind, and they don't conspire with each other. Song Jingshu said coldly.

In the script, Song Shiyi is good, but she has been spoiled since she was a child.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was also ambiguous because of the stupid things done by the original owner, so that the aunt and the concubine could ride on the head of the concubine.

She is thirteen years old, and she is still in a proper rebellious period, so she has nothing to fear.

Such a person is indebted to a lesson.

Song Shiyi understood the meaning, stomped her feet angrily, and said angrily: "You scolded me? Song Jingshu, I-"

"Shi Yi!" Aunt Fang was furious, and the Buddha string that was still spinning in her hand suddenly stopped, "You can't be allowed to play temper in the temple." ”

Aunt Shen and Aunt Fang walked together.

Song Shiyi knew that Aunt Fang valued the Buddha the most, her shoulders trembled, and she closed her mouth instantly, not forgetting to glare at Song Jingshu fiercely.

When she finds a chance next time, she will definitely scold her back!

Aunt Shen said with a smile, "The third young lady is young, so it is inevitable that she will not be sensible, so my sister should not be angry." The county lord has a lot of them, and he has always been tolerant, so he shouldn't be angry, right? ”

"Aunt Shen forgot the lesson of the previous days and started to jump again?" Song Jingshu didn't give face at all, "Don't use those scheming words to deal with me." ”

The people passing by around sighed and couldn't help but look at Aunt Shen.

The eyes are full of Chiguoguo's disgust.

It turned out to be an aunt, and she spoke so loudly, they thought it was the main mother......

I don't know which family even my aunt dares to say this.

But this young lady is really a ruthless person, they have seen the back house of the dark knife against the dark knife, and it is the first time to see this kind of bright knife against the dark knife, speaking mercilessly, breaking the caution in one sentence, and listening to it is quite relieved.

Countless eyes swept over, but Aunt Shen's face couldn't hold back, and she didn't speak again.

It's just a pair of viper-like eyes staring at Song Jingshu from time to time, and the killing intent in his eyes is fully displayed.

The cheap girl is really the same as her mother, she is a stupid person who can't understand the situation and is looking for death with a pure heart!

At this time, the abbot came with his fingers folded, "I have been waiting for the donors for a long time, please come with the poor road." ”

The prayer meeting of the Prime Minister is held at the back of the temple, near the top of the mountain.

The rear is specially used for the blessings of the dignitaries, as long as you make an appointment one month in advance, the temple will prepare all kinds of objects for them, without the dignitaries worrying.

Many dignitaries and nobles come here just as a form of walking, so they just want to worry, and they are very happy and satisfied with this.

The rear is just a door away from the main temple.

Portraits of the gods are placed at the gate, and the incense is burning at this time, and the gift box in front of the portrait is full.

Aunt Fang, Aunt Shen and others knelt on the ground to salute.

Biluo is not a person who believes in Buddhism, and he can't help but be moved by the atmosphere, so he ran forward and put his fingers together, and made a wish very devoutly.

Song Jingshu browsed the portraits one by one on the side, and complained in her heart.

What are these paintings?!

Jade emperor? The Queen Mother?

In this heavenly immortal, how can there be any Jade Emperor and Queen Mother......

Mortals are accustomed to imagining their imaginations out of thin air.

There is also the portrait of the God of Wealth, it can't be said that the painting is exactly the same, it is simply irrelevant.

The God of Wealth has to cry when he sees it!

Song Jingshu complained in a low voice, muttering non-stop.

Jiang Mici only felt that her ears were buzzing non-stop, and she couldn't hear what she was saying, but her ears exploded.

He twisted his eyebrows, "You can go and worship if you want, I won't laugh at you, but don't worship here with your mind, it's noisy." ”

He automatically thought of Song Jingshu's muttering: She was embarrassed to kneel, so she worshipped God in the air here.

"Whoever you love worships whoever you worship, anyway, I don't worship, these gods are not as high as me." Song Jingshu told the truth.

In the divine realm, she, the god, is an existence that even gods have to worship.

There are many gods in the divine realm, but there are not many gods, she is one of the few big guys, so she naturally has to be respected by the gods.

Jiang Mei's eyes changed drastically, and she suddenly thought of the goddess who suddenly appeared in her sleep yesterday.

The goddess's face was blurred, her body was shining with golden light, her momentum was cold, and her hand was holding the divine sword and pointing directly at his chest, and he only heard a word about the scum king, and suddenly woke up.

Originally, I didn't take it seriously, but I remembered it when I heard Song Jingshu's words just now.

He removed the color in his eyes and teased: "Nerves are indeed higher than gods. ”

"Yo, I've been getting fatter and fatter lately, so don't pretend to be it?" Song Jingshu was not angry.