Lingfeng rustling

Chapter 13 Hot Potatoes
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At the same time, in Duke Wei's mansion, everyone was exhausted after a fierce battle.

Xuan Sumu apologized to Nan Chunshan: "Qingyun is ashamed, it is really a last resort to put Miss Su in danger."

Nan Chunshan's face was dark, his lips were tightly closed, and he couldn't say the words to forgive him for Su Siling.

He was suffering in his heart and blamed himself extremely, regretting that he had told Xuan Sumu that Su Siling would "swing up and down".

Witnessing Xuan Sumu throwing the hot potato to Su Siling, leading most of the men in black away, the escort Wang Zhuangyuan kept a straight face, turned his head away, and said angrily: "This person is too unreal!"

His rough voice hovered low in the quiet hall, and everyone present could hear it.

Wei Guogong coughed in embarrassment; Princess Pingyang was apologetic and didn't know what to say.

Seeing a group of adults remain silent, Duo urged anxiously with a small face: "Father, let's go find Aunt Lingling!"

Nan Chunshan said with a distressed expression: "I can't go to her now!"

Du Hu's eyes turned red, he turned around and grabbed the corner of Xia Lianqiao's clothes, begging in a nasal voice, "Mother!"

Xia Lianqiao clung to her son's ear and whispered:
"Last month, your meaty grandpa told your father: He is going to take your aunt to gather medicine, and let your aunt go to Daxiangguo Temple to look for him in the next few days. Your aunt should have gone to find your meaty grandpa, and now those bad guys don't Knowing where your aunt has gone, if we go to find your aunt now, it will bring her danger."

After listening to his mother's words, Duhu suppressed the tears in his eyes abruptly, and nodded obediently.

It was already half past midnight, Duke Wei and Princess Pingyang asked Nanchunshan and others to stay overnight in the mansion.Nan Chunshan directly refused, and took everyone to his father-in-law's house.

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In a dark secret room, there was a crowd of people kneeling in darkness.

In the secret room, there is a luxurious and exaggerated chair, and there are three or five beautiful maidservants beside them. The beauties are all plump, but the clothes they wear are extremely cool. Serve with all my heart.

The man on the chair half closed his slender phoenix eyes, covering his expression, and said in a cold voice, "Failed again?"

"We are incompetent, please punish the master!" A group of men in black knelt straight and stuck to the ground like wooden stakes.

"Ghostly Eagle is defeated, and you are also defeated. Is it because the Qinglian Sect can't do it?"

The man kicked away a woman in red who was still warm with him just now, and said without mercy: "Get down!"

The beauties didn't dare to stay and retreated quickly.

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In Shangshu's mansion, two important court officials were pacing back and forth with their brows battered.

A boy ran in quickly.

"How's it going, is it finished?" The Minister of the Ministry of Industry asked eagerly.

The servant didn't dare to hide it: "The Qinglian sect came to report that the thing was taken away by a little girl."

Minister of the Ministry of Industry's legs suddenly went limp, and he fell to the ground;

Hubu Shangshu slapped the table with his palm, gritted his teeth and said, "What a bunch of trash!"

Then he said bitterly: "I have to dig three feet to find her."

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Daxiangguo Temple

The meat and bones mean that instead of letting Su Siling run away, it is better to let her disguise herself as a monk and hide in the Daxiangguo Temple.

As for Nanchun Mountain, the abbot will find a monk to deliver the news under the guise of alms.

As a result, there was an extra fat monk in the Daxiangguo Temple, whose dharma name was "Wangchen".

That's right, this naive Monk Roudundun was Su Siling in disguise.

Every day, the chubby monk Wangchen spends his time ringing the bell, knocking on the wooden fish and waiting for the vegetarian meal.

Such profound things as Buddhism are not something she can comprehend.

After a ten-day period with clear soup and little water, Su Siling would always dream about the unfinished slices of bacon in the carriage at night.

(End of this chapter)