MTL - Marriage of the Di Daughter-Chapter 7 Flower demon

In the days that followed, Tonger really went to the mountains every day.

The nuns of the nunnery only thought that Tonger went out more frequently than before, but he followed her secretly and found nothing wrong. Tonger chopped the wood and slashed it harder.

These nuns know that **** pears have changed a basket of cakes with forty strings of copper plates. As long as **** pears leave the house, they can hear the mockery of these nuns. Jiang Li listened and didn't get angry. He smiled and looked at them. So, several times, those nuns also felt bored, so they didn't say it.

Tonger went out at the Haihai every night, and then she sneaked back. She was very clever and avoided the nuns in the temple. It was also surprisingly smooth. When she went out, Jiang Li was waiting for her in the broken house. It was very boring when she waited. There was no script in this ancestral hall. Jiang Li did not have a pen and paper. After waking up, she no longer had no day and night. The soles of the shoes are just sitting quietly, I don’t know what I am thinking.

It’s just a quiet day. It’s not too long. Xu can’t see that their master and servant have been too safe. The Jing’an teacher is too difficult to start them again. For example, the daily porridge is not only a lot thinner, but also looks like someone else has left. Under.

"Girls, they are getting more and more too much now." Tonger hated: "It must be the ghost of Ji's behind the scenes!"

Tonger called the first lady of the Yanjing City today "Ji's", and it was also the default by Miss Jiang. Jiang Li didn't feel that something was wrong. At first everyone thought that she couldn't help but die. In any case, Ji Shuran was very comfortable in her heart. Who knows that she not only survived, but her temper is also very good. She is so happy to see her. Ji Shuran is certainly uncomfortable, and it must be that Jing’an is too comfortable to make himself uncomfortable.

Jing’an Shitai will not know how to fight **** pear. However, for a young girl who is just awkward, she can’t eat too warm and let her feel that life is from heaven to earth. It’s enough to make her feel painful. It is a pity that she is not the real Miss Jiang, and she does not say that she does not eat or suffer. It is the bottom of her life, and it is much lower than the original Miss Jiang.

I have been to such a level, and to the extent of today, I don’t think there is anything going on.

By the time of May 19th, a basket of cakes was empty. Tonger squatted on the edge of the basket, carefully scooping the cake crumbs from the bottom of the basket with a wooden spoon and sipping it on the plate. Asked Jiang Lidao: "The girl should eat this stuff first."

They have not eaten one day and one night. Yesterday, the nun in the nuns deliberately broke the porridge that was sent, and there were no other meals in the kitchen. All the remaining cakes were also taken to the monkeys in the forest after the Helin Temple. Both of them were hungry at the moment.

Jiang Li looked up at the window. Although the mountain was much cooler than the mountain, the summer was near, and the day was already obviously elongated. At this moment, the sun is about to go down the mountain. It will not be long before it will arrive at night. She said: "I don't eat, you eat."

Tonger stared at the snacks, swallowed and swallowed, and shook his head: "The girl does not eat, Tonger does not eat."

"No problem, let's wait a little bit to eat." Jiang Li smiled.

Tonger is more confused.

Jiang Li got up and walked to the corner of the room. There was a big wooden box in the corner. She opened the wooden box. The wooden box was very big, and the things inside the lining were pitiful. Only a few pieces of yellowed clothes are still not half of the wooden box. This is the whole family that Ms. Jiang Er brought when she came to Nun from Yanjing six years ago. There may have been some valuable things in it, but in the past six years, there have been only a few yellow-colored clothes left here.

Tonger also came over, **** pear hands over the clothes inside, shaking out a coat from inside.

Apparently, the clothes in the wooden box are all gone, and the rest of the clothes are not good. It is not suitable for Miss Jiang, who has grown taller six years ago. The people in the nunnery will naturally not make new clothes for the **** pear. The **** pears are worn in a short, undressed, short dress. The only one of the robes was that a little nun was still awkward this year. When she had a smock, she gave **** pear, which was not much different from her size.

Usually, Miss Jiang has never worn this fitted robes. It seems that only this way can convince herself that she is not the same as the nun here. She will one day return to Yanjing to be the lady of Jiang. It’s just that today’s **** pear has to wear this dress, because she has to see people tonight, wearing a short piece of clothes in front of everyone, it is a bit too rude.

Tonger asked: "Would the girl wear this piece?"

Jiang Li nodded, she said: "Just this one."

When she wore her robes, the sun had disappeared completely, and the night on Qingcheng Mountain was coming. Tonger and Jiangli guarded the small kerosene lamp in the house. After waiting for a long time at the time of the sea, Jiang Li stood up and said, "Go out."

Tonger asked: "Where to go?"

"Of course it is eating." Jiang Li smiled.

Tonger was full of doubts until Jiang Li took her to the Buddhist temple in front. In the temple, there is a female bodhisattva. In the nunnery, sometimes there will be no pilgrims in ten days and a half, and the pilgrims will go to the nearby Helin Temple. Jiang Li went to the clay-faced bodhisattva, and the fruit was placed on the incense. She picked up the dish and handed it to Tonger. "Eat."

Tonger was shocked, and the nuns in the nunnery were sleeping at the moment, and they would not get up at night. Tonger whispered: "Girl, this is the fruit of the Buddha!"

"Well," Jiang Li shrugged. "What about that?"

"What do the nuns find out tomorrow morning?" Tonger waved his hand. "Still go back."

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Li comforted her. "I can't find it."

"But this is Bodhisattva," Tonger still dare not pick up. "We have eaten the fruit of Bodhisattva, which is a big disrespect to Bodhisattva."

Wen Yan, Jiang Li smiled, she said lightly, "The mud bodhisattva itself is difficult to protect, do you still expect her to save you to protect you? Since it is only a clay doll, how can you respect it? The road is out of itself. It is impossible to rely on Bodhisattva."

Tonger looked at Jiang Li with a stunned look. Miss Jiang, who used to be in the past, couldn’t say such a shocking word.

I was staying, suddenly I heard a chuckle from my head, and the laughter was very light. In the silent night, the Buddha Hall of no one was very clear.

Tonger looked up and looked silly. He pointed at the distance and stuttered the opening: "Flower... Flower demon?"

The roof of the Little Buddha Hall, I don’t know when I was sitting alone. The man was dressed in black, but the outside was covered with a long cloak of dark red embroidered black peony, which made him look particularly beautiful.

The moon was thin and the fog was scattered at the moment, and the size of the young man on the roof was illuminated. His long eyebrows flew into the shackles, and he was particularly flamboyant. He also had a pair of narrow and long-eyed phoenix eyes with long eyelashes. Under the straight nose, the thin lips twitched slightly, as if laughing, but it made people feel that his smile was also a bit ridiculous. At the corner of the eye of the micro-hook, there is a red-yellow cockroach of the size of a rice grain, so that he is so beautiful under the moonlight that it is not like the human face, more lingering.

The world is full of Fangfei in April, and the peach blossoms on the mountain begin to bloom. The peach blossoms in Qingcheng Mountain opened in the evening, and in mid-May, the layers bloomed. The gorgeous and passionate peach color can't take away this person's style. Instead, he is in it, but the peach blossoms in the mountains and plains have become embellishments, and he seems to be in the soft red, with a light smile, indifferent to the people in the world to struggle.

Ginger pear is wearing a gray coat worn by a nun. The long hair is not bundled. The blue silk is like a waterfall behind her head. It seems to be converted to the lotus fairy under the Buddha's feet. She looks up with the candle and looks calm. It just happens to look at the man on the roof. Docked.

A beautiful and ignorant and uncontested, a gorgeous enchanting spirit, three thousand worlds, neatly divided into two, half bright as spring, half dark as an abyss, that bright is an illusion, the abyss is tempting gift.

The two are facing each other, their eyes are touching, and they are also short-handed.

No one saw the amazement of Jiang Li’s heart.

How is he?

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