The wing room of Zenye Temple is in the southwest of the temple. Since there is no monastery in the temple specifically for dignitaries to rest, guests are generally received in this wing room. [] It is said to be a wing room, but in fact it is very simple. It is not as good as a servant in a wealthy mansion. Next to the room and wing room is a tall and lush bodhi tree, which looks very old at first glance. It has long been covered with greenery and pavilions like canopies. Several wing rooms are hidden in the shade of flowers and trees, making it even more elegant.

The quiet Zen room has only one table and two chairs, and an incense burner in the corner is burning incense. It is different from the various strong floral fragrances sold in the market. It is filled with the freshness and elegance of grass sap and tree sap. Smelling it makes people feel refreshed. , the sunlight shines through the window carved with a simple lotus petal pattern and shines on the two cursive writings on the wall, revealing a bit of unrestrained and unrestrained.

Cheng Xunxun was wearing a long-sleeved Yuanqing Lu silk coat. The aristocratic elegance accumulated by generations of great ancestors was undoubtedly revealed. There was no trace of the iron-blooded coldness in the military camp between his handsome brows. He was skilled in washing cups, making tea, ironing kettles, and pouring water. Water, tea, and water were poured in one go. When the old monk Zhiyuan came in panting with the kitten in hand, he had already finished "Guan Gong's inspection of the city" and put the divided tea on the table.

"Why are you free today?" The old monk casually threw the struggling little kitten on the table, picked up the tea cup and drank it. The white fur ball spun twice and decisively decided to stay away from the old man who was grabbing him. He ran to the person next to him and acted like a spoiled brat.

Cheng Xunxun gently rubbed the furry head of the kitten. Listening to the little thing purring happily, his smile softened at the corners of his eyes: "The little guy got into trouble again?"

"Forget it, the wooden fish that has been with me for half my life was filled with urine by it, and it started to purr when I shook it in the morning." Thinking of the situation at that time, the old monk Zhiyuan couldn't help but glared at the cat that had found a supporter. .

The little thing shrank, jumped from the table into Cheng Xunxun's arms, stepped on the hard and warm muscles, found a satisfactory place, and fell asleep. He was also tired. Just now After struggling for so long

Cheng Xunxun's eyes, which were usually as dark as the abyss, were unusually filled with gleaming light, filling them into the starry sky.

"Can you please stop smiling so brightly at a cat? It would be a shame if you couldn't find a wife at such an old age." A hint of obscurity flashed through the old monk's narrowed eyes, but his mouth was still mean. .

It was obvious that he had heard these words many times before, but Cheng Xunxun didn't even respond. The old monk became anxious and slapped the tea cup on the table, ready to get angry.

The little white cat was awakened by the sound, and rolled up suddenly, looking around vigilantly.

The old monk was startled, as if he remembered something, grinned cunningly, and said: "Today, a girl came to the peach forest in the back temple. Although she is a little small, her appearance and magnanimity are rare. It is Ning Yuan. The granddaughter of Mrs. Shi from the Hou Mansion is good enough for you. Why don’t you go back and ask your mother to come and propose marriage?”

Cheng Xunxun's dark eyebrows were slightly raised, and his calm voice was filled with emotion for the first time: "The granddaughter of Mrs. Shi of Ningyuan Marquis Mansion?"

Old monk Zhiyuan was also shocked. He just said this casually, but he didn't expect there would be a reaction. The sense of accomplishment in this was simply greater than when he surpassed the master in Buddhism. "You really like this person. "The old monk smiled happily and continued to talk.

He said: "That little girl is pretty good, she's so courageous that she didn't even cry when someone got lice in her hair. She's just a bit stupid, how could she get infected so easily..."

"What, ghost head lice? Who did it?" Cheng Xunxun's first reaction was that she must be frightened. The little girl who would carefully prepare food, food and clothing for her brother must be a very beautiful woman. If she lost her hair... she would cry.

Well, he narrowed his narrow eyes, slowly put away his arm that was casually placed on the table, and said with a trace of cruelty in his voice: "Is it another dispute over the back house?"

Monk Zhiyuan spread his hands and said, "I don't know. Anyway, a maid next to her did it." He touched his beard and couldn't help but reach out and pour another cup of tea. He drank the tea and said casually: "Then

The maid was quite clever and chose the time well. No one noticed her at that time. Well, she seized the only opportunity."

Cheng Xunxun was so angry that he slapped the table. The old monk hurriedly stepped forward to protect the crumbling cup and teapot. He touched the cold sweat with lingering fear and muttered: "Kung fu has improved again, what kind of freak is this guy."

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"It's okay, it's okay. I caught one at that time and gave him the medicine." In the blink of an eye, he changed into a distressed look again: "That medicine cost me so much effort, oh, I feel so bad for my liver this time.

It hurts."

Just as the old monk was pointing his fingers and talking about how many minutes he had spent on medicinal materials, the young novice monk came outside to report: "The third lady of the Lin family is here to say thank you."

Then I heard the girl's sweet voice: "I know that the master has a visitor. I didn't want to disturb you, but I have been out for a long time. I would worry my mother if I don't go back. I came here to thank the master for the medicine." Without the reserve and aloofness common among ladies, that

The voice is crisp and crisp, full of sincerity and gratitude, and seems to have a smile on it, making people fall in love with it after listening to it.

"Let's go, let's go, why should I thank the monks?"

Obviously, the master host still holds some grudges, and Yu Zhu didn't reply. She was really grateful. A person should repay kindness and revenge. Weiwei bowed, turned around and left.

"Miss Lin——" A deep and pleasant male voice suddenly sounded.

In a flash of light and lightning, the surrounding scenery faded in color and turned into faint black and white ink.

Yu Zhu's mind suddenly went blank. Before he could react, his legs went weak. He hurriedly jumped forward to cover up. He glanced at the closed door in fear. It was this sound he heard at the city gate last time, and his body was also

Such a reaction.

On the verge of crying but without tears, Yuzhu rubbed his bristled hair, and tried his best to calm down his mood.

"Don't be careless in the future, and don't underestimate your opponent at any time." Cheng Xunxun felt uncomfortable all over, but he felt uneasy about the little girl if he didn't say anything, so he finally said it dryly.

Yu Zhu was frightened by this strange reaction, so she quickly agreed and ran away with her maid.

Because he had to return home before dark, even though he was still reluctant to part with the beautiful scenery, Yu Zhu had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

When she arrived at the door, she found that Yumei had already been waiting by the carriage, looking at her with a warm smile.

Yu Zhu was not sure who the master behind the third-class maid was, but Yu Mei, who wanted to persuade him to go out, was obviously the most suspicious. After all, if he had not gone out, the third-class maid would not have been able to get close to him. Yu Zhu had just made up his mind to test it out.

, glanced at Xie’s mother who hurriedly followed her, she nodded clearly, and dragged the maid out from behind. I don’t know what Xie’s mother said, but the pale little maid who was just found behind had already recovered.

He looked normal and bowed his head in respect, just like when he came.

When the carriage was swaying back, Yuzhu yawned naturally, and his eyes opened smaller and smaller, as if he was tired and sleepy from playing. In the end, he suddenly fell on Yumei's body, with sleepy eyes.

She muttered: "Sister Mei, I'm so sleepy. Take a nap and call me when you get home." She tilted her head and fell asleep on Yumei's shoulder.

"Sister Zhu, it's not comfortable to sleep like this, so you'd better sleep on the mat."

Yu Zhu felt the trembling of the body he was leaning against as he stiffened, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Despite Yu Mei's desperate push, his body stayed still and pressed even tighter.

Humph, if you dare to plot against me, I'll take care of you all the way and collect some interest.

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Don't worry, the female protagonist is not in love with the male protagonist. This reaction will be overcome after getting used to it.

What I hate the most is the pretentious female protagonist. There will never be any plot where she refuses to welcome someone, and the male protagonist will not have a concubine.

If you have any opinions, you can raise them, and I will listen if they are reasonable.

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