After interpenetrating with Lord Hou, he became addicted to house fighting

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Rong An smiled, "I never believed in monkhood, so I can't turn it around, master."

He sat upright, adjusted his clothes by the way, and then closed his eyes again, "Come on!"

The old monk took a deep breath, calmed his mind, put the rosary in his hand into his sleeve, and began to chant sutras with his eyebrows lowered.

Rong An couldn't help opening his eyes again, "Master, can you speak louder? I can't hear you clearly."

The old monk was interrupted again and again, no matter how good his temper was, he lost control, "Female Tanyue, the old monk has other things, can you ask any questions you have?"

"It's gone, it's gone," Rong An said with a smile, "That's the only question."

The old monk closed his eyes and started chanting again, this time the voice was really louder.

After about a quarter of an hour, watching Rong An's head start to feel like a chicken pecking at rice, little by little, the corner of the old monk's mouth moved a few times, the sound of chanting continued, and he raised one hand to press on the top of Rong An's head.

But this is completely different from what he said before "putting it on top of the head", it is aimed at crushing Rong An's head.

But before he exerted his strength, he felt a pain in his waist and eyes, the sound of chanting stopped unconsciously, and he looked down.

Then he saw that a dagger was pressed against his waist and abdomen at some point.

But Rong An, who was supposed to be in a coma, stared at him with piercing eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of sarcasm.

"Master," Rong An said, "You've revealed your secrets."

The old monk's face changed, and he wanted to get away.

Rong An reminded lightly: "Master, my dagger has a mechanism, if you retreat, you will be in danger of being poisoned."

The kindness on the old monk's face was wiped away, replaced by ferocity, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Rong An, "Then you can be buried with the old monk! It is not a loss for the old monk to have a great champion as his companion!"

Rong An didn't dodge or dodge, but instead gave the old monk a toothy smile.

The old monk knew something strange, but it was too late to stop.

A sense of dizziness struck, his hand didn't even touch Rong An, and he fell limply.

Rong An retracted the dagger, and had to admit that the gift from his uncle was really useful.

Ms. Chu's medicine works even better!

Wipe the dagger clean on the old monk, restore it to an accessory and hang it back on the skirt.

Rong An clapped his hands.

Two dark guards rushed in.

Rong An ordered: "Send him to Princess Jingyang's mansion, and temporarily lock him in the dungeon."

The dark guard led away, and Liandong came in to tidy up the flower hall.

Rong An got up calmly and went to see Princess Jingyang and the others.

Mrs. Xu was still a little uneasy, and she was saying, "Yinyin was very uncomfortable in Xinglong Temple that day, will this old monk come to make her unhappy?"

"It's nothing," Rong An stepped in and said with a smile, "I accidentally dropped a hairpin when I was chatting with Master that day, and Master came to give it to me.

"Because it's not good to make a big fanfare, it seems a bit mysterious."

Huang Qingyu knew the inside story, but didn't dare to say it, so she had to lower her head.

Princess Jingyang didn't believe a word, raised her eyebrows to look at him, Rong An gave him a wink, Princess Jingyang knew something was wrong, she looked away and drank tea calmly.

Mrs. Xu really believed it, because it seemed that Chu Yin really lost a hairpin on her head when she came back that day.

After a few more gossips, Princess Jingyang beckoned Rong An to go over, "I've been having a bit of a headache for the past few days, please come and show me Yinyin."

Seeing that it was getting late, Mrs. Xu ordered the kitchen to prepare lunch.