After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 117
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Song Yao came out of the shop.

"Sister, sister, what did you buy!" Looking at Song Yao who was carrying a bag of things, Song Yanzhi always felt panicked.

Song Yao said seriously: "A tool to save the world."

"...you don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Song Yao gave a "tsk" and pulled Song Yan onto the carriageway: "Let's go, let's take you to eat some small wontons. After you finish eating, you and I can do business."

Song Yao took Song Yanzhi to the wonton shop last time, "The little wontons here are full of stuffing, I've been craving it for a long time."

It was noon now, and there were a lot of people in the shop. Song Yao looked outside, but there were no empty seats, so he said: "Shop, ten bowls of small wontons, come and eat when there is free seat."

"Okay!" The shopkeeper smiled, with an extremely kind face, which made people feel comfortable as soon as he opened his mouth.

Once Banxia stepped forward to pay the money, Song Yao would take Song Yanzhi to wait nearby.

With the warm wind blowing and the scorching sun, the shouts of various vendors inside and outside the long street come and go, full of the atmosphere of ordinary people's life.

Song Yao was standing under a tree not far from the wonton shop, and was about to pick up stones to make a formation when she suddenly felt a strange aura coming towards her. A bald head she bumped into seemed to notice her avoidance and paused, then with his eyes darkened, he rushed towards her.

"I warn you, don't touch porcelain!"

Song Yao yelled, the rushing monk was dressed in a cassock, holding a Buddhist bead in his hand with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He was very well dressed, and there was bursts of Buddha's fragrance on his body.

And most importantly -

Song Yao, who was about to get out of the way, paused when he raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the monk's forehead.

Because she saw that the monk's life palace was full of golden energy, and he was a person with great merit!

Just when she was so dazed, the monk knocked her down, and when she grinned and felt the burning pain of her back rubbing against the tree stump, the monk with his eyes closed raised his hand and pressed Song Yao's head .

Song Yao: "?"

Hurrah!

Play tricks with her? !

"It's bad luck for you to touch me!" Song Yao was about to slap her.

But the other party stood up suddenly, his head was neither dizzy nor blurred, his lips trembled, "How old are you?!"

Song Yao: "???"

"How old I am has nothing to do with you. Looking at you like a dog, you actually..." Song Yao wanted to scold him for being shameless, but the monk grabbed her wrist, and a steady stream of spiritual energy flowed from her. The monk walked to Song Yao's meridians, "Almsgiver, come with the little monk!"

Song Yanzhi exploded immediately, "Let her go, let me do it!" Don't think he didn't see this bald donkey go to touch her!
"The benefactor, don't panic, the poor monk has no malicious intentions." The monk has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, red lips and white teeth. He looks like he is only 23. He is really good-looking. If he is a vulgar monk, it is uncertain how many women want to marry him.

However, apart from the initial recklessness, at this moment, he clasped his hands together, bowed to each other, and said in a hurry: "I have an important matter to discuss with the benefactor, there is no delay, and I hope the benefactor will let me go!"

Song Yao could feel that he was not the opponent's opponent.

If the other party wants to do something to her, she can't escape.

Rather than confronting each other here, it is better to find a quiet place to talk.

"Third brother, don't worry, I'll just listen to what he wants to tell me."

I don't know if it's because of the horoscope, Song Yao can always deal with these monks.

Song Yanzhi was still flustered, but Song Yao gave him a wink, "If I don't come back within three sticks of incense, you will report to the police."

The monk led Song Yao forward all the way. He walked hurriedly, as if a wolf was chasing him behind him.

"I said, Monk, where are you taking me?"

Song Yao asked a little speechlessly.

The monk came to a deserted alley before stopping.

After making sure no one was disturbing him, he raised his hand, pressed Song Yao's head again, and said to Song Yao: "The poor monk's name is Jishan, and he is the chief disciple of Lingyin Temple."

When he said his name was Jishan, Song Yao didn't know who she was, but when he mentioned the abbot of Lingyin Temple, Song Yao knew.

Didn't she just take advantage of Song Jinse's glory when she was a child, and was delivered by the abbot of Lingyin Temple by the way?
However, what if there is the grace of midwifery?

Song Yao said angrily, "What do you mean by pressing my head over and over again? Do you want to overturn my celestial spirit cover?"

Although Song Yao felt that it was not a villain for Ji Shan to have meritorious deeds to protect her body, but it would be impolite to pinch her head with all her internal strength, wouldn't it?
Song Yao was so annoyed that Ji Shan was the only one who could stop, after experiencing shock, disbelief, doubt and a little bit of guilt in his eyes, he licked his lips and said, "Are you 13 years old this year? Who is Song Jinse to you?"

Song Yao thought for a moment, then said, "I am 13 years old, and Song Jinse is my cousin."

"Cousin..."

The monk's forehead was sweating finely, I don't know whether it was anxious or impatient, "Do you know that you have a scar on the back of your head?"

"Of course I know I have a scar on the back of my head, but—"

Seeing him being so serious, Song Yao couldn't help being surprised, "How do you, a monk, know that I have a scar on the back of my head?"

In fact, this scar has always been Song Yao's sad past.

When other little girls had sparse hair and were babbling, Song Yao's nanny told her that she had an ugly scar on the back of her head, and even took Song Yao's hand to touch it. block scar.

The scar is not very big, just the size of the thumbnail, but the strange thing is that there is no hair growing on the thumbnail size.

In order not to be ridiculed by other children as a bald chicken, Song Yao obediently put on the tiger head hat that Su Yingrong prepared for her.

Ji Shan wiped off his sweat, "...poor monk, the poor monk dreamed in a dream."

Monks don't tell lies. Many years ago, he followed his master to the Song Mansion to help the eldest wife and third wife of the Song family deliver their babies.

The master said that Mrs. Song gave birth to twins of dragon and phoenix. The daughter is the fate of the phoenix, and the son is also talented as a counselor. It's a pity that he was born with a bad heart and couldn't survive.

Disputes between the seven kingdoms, united for a long time, will be divided, divided for a long time, will be united, the master knows astronomy, and it is calculated, the one who wins the fate of the phoenix wins the world.

Just like the little boy in the womb of a dragon and a phoenix, he was born safely because of the protection of his sister Fengming, otherwise he would be stillborn.

God has the virtue of good life, when the master saw the baby girl fell asleep, he stretched out his hands tightly to hold his younger brother who was so angry, so he specially left Dayong to find medicinal materials for the young master to renew his life, and ordered him to take good care of the little girl and wait for the eldest lady. Wake up and go.

He promised well, but the long journey was so exhausting that he accidentally fell asleep, as if he knocked over the candle, and the hot oil dripped on the back of the little girl's head...

(End of this chapter)