After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

King Siam didn't want to give Li's authority, so he chose her as the object of compensation.

I'm afraid he also wanted to use this to get Li to put down the old case of the year.

"Issa's matter, will you not investigate it?"

Li Hao heard the words and looked at her: "Do you want to continue the investigation?"

Tang Li nodded slowly.

In the eyes of most insiders, using the identity of Li's direct descendant to cover up her relationship with Tang Shen is the best result for her.

However, she seems to be more greedy.

No matter how glorious the title is, it will not be able to replace her deceased relatives.

As long as Issa is still at large, her grandfather, her cousin, and Li Chengyu, who was on the mission with the team back then, will always bear a specious stigma.

These are not what the Siam King cares about.

All he needs is to continue to consolidate his position.

And first-class Pa Wengzhao was never what she wanted.

Tang Li went back to the main hall again, looked at the two urns beside the old monk, folded his hands and closed his eyes again, wishing that the past would be over, and that my mind would be as peaceful as Zen, regardless of the chaos of the world and the noise of the heart.

On the fourth day of the supernatural ceremony, a continuous drizzle began to fall in the Qing Palace.

Also because of the rain, Song Jingtian was left in Li's house that day.

I thought that the little guy would clamor to follow her, but when Tang Li made this arrangement, the little guy not only didn't make any noise, but also sent her out very considerately.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Tang Li just asked, and the little guy explained it himself.

- also taught her a lesson.

"The best way to get along between lovers is to keep a distance at the right time."

Tang Li: "..."

The little guy also asked her to speak: "If the little button asks me, you can say that I am studying Buddhist scriptures, and I will meet her tomorrow."

Having said that, he has already helped her open the car door.

As the car drove out of the gate, Tang Li remembered something.

She hadn't told Song Jingtian that Little Button's father was Li Ruan.

However, it doesn't seem to be that important.

After all, the little guy can change his heart so fast that it can be compared with the speed of light.

Now I like Little Button, probably because Little Button is the first young person he meets in a foreign country.

Arriving at Paxin Temple, Tang Li got off the car and felt a little different from the past.

The nearby market is much less crowded.

At a glance, there are only two or three vendors.

Siam has a tropical climate, and people here have long been accustomed to rainfall, so this amount of rainfall will not affect their travel. This morning, the entire street seemed too quiet.

Stepping into the temple, this visual difference becomes more and more obvious.

The Li family practiced deeds in Pasing Monastery, but did not restrict the entry of other pilgrims.

But today, Tang Li walked all the way, except for one or two monks, he never saw a group of tourists.

Logically speaking, this time should not be so deserted.

Approaching the main hall, she heard the familiar sound of chanting, and her doubts were relieved.

Just like a few days ago, he took off his shoes outside the hall before continuing to climb the steps. Before he crossed the threshold, Tang Li stopped at his feet.

Because there is one more person in the hall.

At this moment, the shocking power brought by the huge gold-plated Phra Singh Buddha statue is not as good as one-tenth of that person's.

The white shirt that she is familiar with, in a carved beam and painted building, seems to be an isolated and independent existence, and it is reflected under the splendid lanterns, like a mirage, close at hand, but out of reach.

Tang Li was still standing there, but Song Boyan had stopped communicating with Li Hao.

Seemingly aware, he cast his gaze towards the door.

The moment their eyes met, Tang Li was enveloped by the rising emotions in his chest. After the surprise, he was restrained in joy.

Song Boyan smiled a little when he saw her.

Even if it was fleeting, it was still captured by her.

Seeing Song Boyan continuing to talk to Li Ruan, Tang Li didn't step forward to disturb him, and chose a corner position to be his transparent person obediently.

"Why don't you go?" Someone whispered to her next to her.

Tang Li turned his head and realized it was Li Ling.

"It's pretty good here too," Tang Li replied.

"Dou Miao said that you are petted, so it's true."

In Li Ling's words, she didn't hide her envy.

Tang Li looked at her: "Are you still visiting Dou Miao?"

Faced with Tang Li's questioning, Li Ling was unhappy, "You don't drive Dou Miao, what's wrong with me surfing, since I don't want to read your news on the Internet, I have the ability to ask your man to build a network wall, I think You can't really do it."

Tang Li: "..."

Within five minutes, her elbow was shoved.

- It's still Li Ling.

"Your man won't leave today?"

Tang Li couldn't answer.

Song Boyan didn't notify her in advance when he came to Qing Mansion this time.

Therefore, Song Boyan was going to stay in the Qing Mansion for a few days, and she didn't know.

As if afraid that the people around her would hear it, Li Ling lowered her voice: "If you don't leave in a hurry, come to Xie's house for a light meal tonight? I'll also call Ah Zhun back."

Tang Li didn't answer: "Didn't Aunt Ling say that my cousin is training in closed?"

Li Ling did not agree with this.

She felt that Tang Li's priority was irrelevant: "There are competitions every year, but his cousin-in-law will not come to Qing's house every year to let Ah Zhun meet his brother-in-law. In the future, Ah Zhun will go to S country to discuss business, and he will not be embarrassed to visit. "

At this time, Li Ruan's mother, Zheng Shu, turned around.

——She knelt right in front of Li Ling.

Zheng Shu obviously heard what Li Ling said.

She looked at Li Ling coldly, and twitched her lips, "I have money to treat guests to dinner. The last time I asked someone to smash my window, the compensation bill was sent to Xie's house for more than half a month. When are you going to settle it?"

Tang Li: "..."

Tang Li didn't get involved in the compensation issue of the two families, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't hear what was going on outside the window.

At the end of the chanting round, she opened her eyes and saw that Song Boyan was still there.

A group of monks left the hall first.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hao also got up and went to the side hall.

The Li clan followed closely.

In an instant, the entire hall was vacated.

Tang Li naturally saw that they were intentionally avoiding suspicion.

So, she got up with her hands on the carpet and moved to the front of the Phra Singh Buddha statue.

Kneeling down on the futon again, he also asked, "Isn't it the sixth to visit Siam? Besides, why did you come to Qingfu?"

Song Boyan said, "Come to Qing Mansion to deal with a little thing."

As he said that, his unconcealed gaze fell on Tang Li's face: "Let's pay homage to our ancestors along the way."

Tang Li pursed his lips slightly.

After a while, he spoke again: "Then the prophet will tell me."

Said to be 'complaining', but there was a hint of excitement.

Song Boyan picked up the tone and said, "I originally thought that I would go on the incense stick, and I didn't delay the practice, but I didn't think so, and I told you to see me."

Such a sigh did not convince Tang Li.

Because she knows very well—

If Song Boyan really intends to avoid it, there are countless ways to achieve it.

However, when she entered the hall, it could be said to be unobstructed.

Realizing that Song Boyan was teasing himself, Tang Li didn't pierce it, glanced at the Buddha statue above, and turned to Song Boyan: "Perhaps Pashin Buddha heard my heart and made me get what I wanted."

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I'm going to do acupuncture at night, and the second shift is probably in the early morning, huh?