Dressed as a vicious female supporting role, it smells so good after being put on badly

Chapter 57 Chapter 57
"Looking for me?" Song Ciyu slightly opened his eyes wide. Didn't he say that he only needs to send a letter to her?

"I see, you want me to take you directly to that place." Before Qi Yue could answer her, Song Ciyu figured it out by himself.

Sure enough, Qi Yue looked at her and nodded, "But that's for later."

"But if you want to bring my eldest sister back to my father, then I don't need to ask her again."

It would be better if she didn't have to ask, otherwise she was worried that the eldest sister would misunderstand the reason why she really wanted to rescue her.

"Well, it's just possible that she put things in the imperial city."

"It's okay, anyway, I'm still here, and you said that you will come later." Song Ciyu stood up from the stone pier, "It's getting late, after all, this is Yuan Wang's mansion, we can't be with you." You talk more, as for things, "

"I'll see you when it's done. If there's a problem, blow the bone whistle."

Seeing Song Ciyu nodding in agreement, Qi Yue jumped up, and the whole figure disappeared in front of his eyes.

In the world of martial arts, the only thing that can't be broken is fast, and it really is.

Qiyue comes and goes without a trace, and has a relationship with the old man, who is he in the grassland?

Early the next morning, Zhenzhen packed up her things, called a carriage and waited outside.

The mountain road to Jing'an Temple is relatively narrow, so you can't drive up the mountain, but even so, its incense is still strong, and the mountains are crowded with people, and they are all people who come to pray for blessings without exception.

As far as she knew, Princess Qiuying would come here every day to offer incense, so the abbot would personally recite scriptures for her.

So Song Ciyu found the abbot before Qiuying County Master could find him.

"Thank you for the incense donated by Miss Song." The abbot was a sixty-year-old monk, and when Song Ciyu sat across from him, he smiled and said politely and gently.

"Abbot, you are being polite. In fact, my daughter is here today to ask the abbot." Song Ciyu had a kind face, and lowered her figure.

The abbot twirled the rosary in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "Miss Song, please tell me."

"It's like this. Princess Qiuying is going to marry the young master of Pingyang's mansion soon. This princess Qiuying has been on good terms with me. I heard that the young master had a wife, because of that The wife's morals are not good, so she was punished."

Song Ciyu didn't finish her words, but the abbot already understood what she meant.

The abbot took over the words: "The princess comes to Jing'an Temple every day, and it is a good marriage if she seeks it. It is a good thing for both of them to quit the original wife. The old man will advise the princess Qiuying again on this matter."

"Abbot, please give this note to Princess Qiuying." The note in Song Ciyu's hand was not folded, but opened, and the abbot could see the content when he took it.

What was recorded on it was the information that Song Mingshu and Princess Qiuying did not agree with each other.

"It's not bad." The abbot put it away after saying that.

"Abbot, please don't tell me."

"If you have good thoughts in your heart, you can get things done. The old man will hand it over for you. It's just that the best time to divorce the former wife is tomorrow. Is it too hasty?" the abbot continued to fold the rosary in his hand , followed by a question.

"The princess is kind-hearted, and I was afraid that it would take too long, so she let it go." Song Ciyu frowned slightly, seeming to be full of worries about this marriage.

The abbot nodded slightly, "Why didn't Ms. Song ask a question about her marriage?"

Hearing this, Song Ciyu was stunned for a moment, her marriage?

Forget it, her marriage can be seen at a glance. Although she is married, she is living alone.

"Fate has its own destiny. If you don't complain or get entangled, you can always have a good life." Song Ciyu smiled lightly. For her, letting nature take its course and being at peace with the situation is not lacking in a good choice.

"Miss Song is right. Fate has its own destiny. You might as well wait a little longer." The abbot put down the rosary, knocked the wooden fish a few times, and then said to her.

"Thank you abbot." Song Ciyu slightly possessed himself, then bid farewell and left the abbot's house.

Seeing Song Ciyu coming out, Zhenzhen immediately greeted her, "Madam, how are you?"

Song Ciyu patted Zhenzhen's shoulder with a smile, "I have offered so many incense sticks, the Buddha will always take care of me, and things should work out."

"Ma'am is amazing!" Zhenzhen praised without embellishment, "You can really persuade the abbot to help."

Song Ciyu led Zhenzhen down the mountain, "Perhaps, as the abbot said, only good things can be done if you have kind thoughts in your heart. It is precisely because of this that the abbot is willing to help me with this favor."

But in fact, in the heart of the abbot, it is more about helping Qiuying princess.

"Did Madam ask the abbot about your marriage with the prince?" Zhenzhen asked curiously while supporting Song Ciyu.

Song Ciyu shook his head decisively.

"Ah? Ma'am, why didn't you ask? I see that the prince cares a lot about Madam now, and this is Jing'an Temple, which is very magical." Seeing her shaking her head, Zhenzhen felt lost.

Hearing this, Song Ciyu burst out laughing, "Why don't you go back now and let me ask for you?"

Hearing what her master said, Zhenzhen immediately lowered her head shyly, "Ma'am, please stop joking. Zhenzhen doesn't want to get married, she just wants to be by Madam's side."

Song Ciyu raised her hand and flicked Zhenzhen's forehead, "I won't support you forever."

(End of this chapter)