The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building

"I won't send you back to the room," Zhao Lingyun couldn't wait to go to Biyun Temple to find the old monk Qingjing after sending Jiang Mingyue to Ermen. This is always Jiang Mingyue who does what he says, and this is Jiang Mingyue. Zhao Lingyun didn't have the patience to send someone back before he went to find the enemy to settle the account.

Jiang Mingyue pulled Zhao Lingyun in a hurry and said, "Let's go back to the room and talk."

Zhao Lingyun was staggered by Jiang Mingyue, and the elder master discovered that his wife seemed to be very strong.

"Master," Jiang Mingyue said, "Don't be angry, let's go back to the room if we have something, okay?"

Jiang Mingyue spoke softly, with a little coaxing meaning, which made Zhao Lingyun suddenly forget about the word strength. Seeing Jiang Mingyue holding her hand, Zhao Lingyun's mood suddenly improved again.

"I'm not angry," Mr. Zhao said to his wife, "Mingyue'er, you believe me. I have a very good temper. I never get angry with anyone."

Aunt Hua'er was sour from hearing it. This is what the elder said. It is the same as the one who was going to find Master Qingjing to fight hard. Isn't it you who is going to fight for a few more times?

On the official road outside the city where there is no ankle-covered snow, the little monk wearing a thick padded jacket walks forward with one foot deep and the other shallowly stepping on the snow. Finally the little monk couldn't walk anymore and rushed forward and shouted: "Master, I can't walk anymore."

Master Qingjing, who was walking in the front, turned his head.

The little monk stood in place, stomped the snow on the ground, and shouted again: "Master, why are we leaving today?"

On a snowy day, staying in the temple to warm up and drinking hot tea, is this not good? Why do you have to leave Biyun Temple today and go far away?

Master Qingjing came over, took the little monk to the little donkey he was holding and sat down, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still tired now?"

A little black donkey was riding, and the little monk became happy again, and said to Master Qingjing, "I'm not tired anymore."

Master Qingjing laughed, and walked forward with the donkey.

The little monk asked at this moment: "But master, aren't you tired?"

Master Qingjing looked back at the capital city behind him. In the heavy snow, the capital city was like an ancient behemoth lying on the plain. The little monk didn't know what his master was looking at. He also looked at the capital, and the wilds and wilds were all white.

"Master, what are you looking at?" the little monk asked.

Master Qingjing said: "Look at the dragon's energy."

Little monk: "What is dragon spirit, and how do you look at it?"

Master Qingjing turned and faced forward again, leading the little black donkey to step forward, while saying: "The capital is the residence of the emperor, and the emperor has a dragon spirit on his body."

Little monk: "Then master, have you seen the dragon gas?"

Master Qingjing smiled, and said: "Trainer, you remember Master's words, everything in this world changes in great quantities, the so-called dragon Qi is the same."

The little monk did not understand, so he asked, "Master, what are you talking about?"

Master Qingjing: "The weather is about to change."

The little monk became happy again and said, "Is the snow going to stop?"

The snow is so annoying. It is still cold to sweep the snow. The little monk doesn't like snow at all.

"Well," said Master Qingjing, "this snow will stop tomorrow."

Little monk: "Then we can leave tomorrow."

Master Qingjing smiled and said, "Tomorrow will be late. Someone is asking me to settle the accounts. We'd better leave earlier."

The little monk was stunned, anyone still wants his master to settle accounts?

"Let's go all the way north," said Master Qingjing, "disciple, you can't cultivate Buddha in the temple all the time. Master will take you to see this world."

The little monk asked: "Shall we go all the way north?"

Master Qingjing: "Well, let's go out."

The capital is not going to be peaceful, Master Qingjing rubbed the eyes of the snow particles, right and wrong, he should stay away.

"Mother," Ai Shi drove the curtains and looked out of the carriage, and said, "In this snowy day, there are still so many people on the streets of Beijing. Oh, by the way, we are from Biyun Temple during the wedding of Mingyue'er. Abbot Qingjing does it, right?"

Old lady: "Well, yes."

Ai's: "Then we have to find him, what kind of life is this?"

The old lady looked out of the car window and said: "The master is counting on this day. There must be his reason. What do you want to do?"

Ai Shi: "Counting this day, let's add a lot of sesame oil money, right? Take this money, is this master abbot as embarrassed?"

The old lady looked at Ai Shi, her eyes extremely severe.

Ai Shi murmured: "What, what's the matter?"

"Do you still want to ask for the sesame oil money you sent out?" The old lady pointed her hand to Ai's nose, "Did you lose the money? Is this money from you and Daniel?"

Mrs. Ai's was silent, she was just angry, but she didn't expect the old lady to react so much.

"Tomorrow I will add some sesame oil to the temple," the old lady leaned on the cushion in the car, and said to Ai: "You take Brother Yan's wife and go to Beijing for so many days, she hasn't gone out yet. Go shopping, come back to the temple, you take her to the street."

Mrs. Ai's response was uninteresting. She glanced at the old lady and felt that the old lady was not very angry, so Ai's said again: "Mother, this Zheng is really a broom star?"

The old lady closed her eyes and was about to take a nap. After hearing Ai's question, the old lady opened her eyes suddenly, and said to Ai's: "If I hear, you take what I said when I scolded Zheng. Go and scold which widow, listen, Ai Shi, don't blame me for not giving you a face, I must tear your mouth!"

Mrs. Ai Shi felt that she was really wronged, so she asked a word and drew this threat from the old lady. She was really wronged.

"Everyone has his own fate, and when the husband is dead, the lady is responsible for complaining," the old lady said, "it doesn't make sense wherever he goes."

Ai Shi: "Then you still scold Zheng like that."

"I'm mad at her," the old lady said, "What good things can I do to curse? Besides, that woman I hate her, so I can curse her as I want."

Ai Shi: "..."

Then who should I hate? Oh, you are allowed to curse like this, but I am not allowed to curse?

"She is the old lady of the Yue Guo Gongfu," the old lady lowered her voice again, and said to Ai Shi: "How many of hers can you meet? Without her identity, the widow next to her can stand it. Are you scolding like that? If someone takes your words seriously, they can really kill this poor man, believe it or not?"

The Zheng is a super-first-class wife, and the fate level of the old lady is the same. This is the old country's grandfather Zhao Yan, who earned her from the military merits. Of the other women, how many of them are in charge?

The old lady is really afraid that when her eldest daughter-in-law is not in front of her, she will scold someone like this when she catches her. Then Ai Shi will commit a crime, and you might have killed a widow.

"Have you heard?" The old lady asked, staring at Ai Shi.

Ai Shi really didn't think so much. After hearing the old lady broke her and crumpled it to pieces, the back of Mrs. Ai's spine took a cold breath. If she really learned to scold someone, she would be harmed. Are you dead?