"Tens of millions of taels of gold?" Youruo exclaimed in surprise, so much, it should be more than half of the treasury, right?

Qu Liyan is also the person in charge of Lingxuan Temple, it must be Zhai Xiying who transferred the money to Qu Liyan, which led him to go to King Ying's Mansion to ask Youruo, and replied to his question, saying: "Yesterday, King Yi came and gave me the part that belongs to me in Youge, I don't want people, it's always good to take some money to Lingxuan Temple!" ”

"You mean, Zhai Xiyou and you split the property?" This time it was Qu Liyan's turn to be surprised.

"What kind of property?" After glaring at Qu Liyan, he said again: "I don't know what's wrong with him!" ”

"Qi, the Zhai Xiyou I know, but he is a person who can have a relationship with you, and he won't leave it alone, now..."

At that time, Youruo gave Zhai Xiyou the entire Youge, Qu Liyan was not satisfied for a while, because of Youge, Qu Liyan also helped for a while, Youruo just gave it away, Qu Liyan was depressed!

"I can't figure out what he's thinking. Little cricket, you give the money to Lingxuan Temple, let them divide it by themselves, repair the courtyard, increase the cost of food, what do you like! ”

Thinking of the death of several eminent monks, Youruo sighed helplessly and ordered: "Recruit as many children as possible." ”

"Well, Lingxuan Temple has a selection every year, and many parents will send their children to Lingxuan Temple, whether it is a commoner or a nobleman, there will be it, don't worry." Where is Lingxuan Temple?

Although he can only be a monk in the future after entering Lingxuan Temple, the monks of Lingxuan Temple have a good future and money, so there are really many children who are sent to Lingxuan Temple to visit Buddha every year, and the monks of Lingxuan Temple can also choose seedlings at will.

"Alright, let's send the money quickly!" Yuruo rubbed his temples tiredly. "This amount of money is too big, be more secretive when you send it, and send it in the name of Du Shi Niang."

If a sum of money appears in Lingxuan Temple for no reason, it will definitely cause another turmoil, so it will be regarded as oil money given by others.

"Don't worry, don't worry about my errands!" Since Youruo's plan was opened, Qu Liyan and Youruo's interactions have become frequent, and the two have very compatible temperaments, and the relationship seems to have returned to the way it was before the amnesia.

Fortunately, Zhai Xiying didn't stop him in a frenzy, which is considered to be a good person.

"Hmm..."Look at the time, Lu Rong should also come back.

Not long after Qu Liyan left, Youruo returned to the room, and Lu Rong also returned to the house immediately.

"Miss, the little county lord is fine, and the high fever has subsided, as long as you continue to apply the plaster." Lu Rong reported the information truthfully.

Yu Ruoming nodded, but his brain went blank for a moment, and his eyes were pitch black.

It's afternoon outside, the sky is bright, and Youruo's body is fine, is it possible to have low blood sugar after sitting for a long time?

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Lu Rong! Lu Rong saw that the young lady's body was shaking, and her head was also shaking.

"Lu Rong?" Youruo's eyes instantly returned to clarity, and said with a smile: "It's okay, help me get some toffee, low blood sugar." ”

"Okay." Lu Rong glanced at Youruo several times uneasily, and saw that the young lady's lips were pale, and she was worried.

Quickly took the candy and stretched one into Youruo's mouth, "Miss, eat." ”

If you open your mouth, you will take it absent-mindedly...

Her body, how could she not know? Is it low blood sugar, how can you not know if you are a doctor?

There is no problem with the body, but it will suddenly break off...

This is not the first time, since the summer, she will be in a moment of confusion after a moment under the sun.

Even just now, she didn't know who 'Lu Rong' was!

stared at Lu Rong in horror and asked, "Little Rong, think about it, before I lost my memory, was there anything wrong?" ”

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(Markor Literature-)