After the medical concubine got married, the disabled prince was so angry

Chapter 32
Before dawn the next day, before the servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion got up to work, a slender figure quietly left the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After a night of deliberation, she still decided not to go to Xiangguo Temple.

She couldn't be more clear about what was going on with her. Master Yuanji didn't save her in the last life, so it's hard to guarantee that she won't in this life. She still has a lot of things to do, and she doesn't want to take risks.

In fact, it's fine to leave, but with the identity of the daughter-in-law of the prime minister's mansion, I have a lot of scruples.What's more, the general affairs of the prime minister's mansion are... too much. After a few days, I really don't like it, and it's even tiring.

On the contrary, although Aunt Liu shouted that she wanted to relieve her burden, she was a born businessman, even if she was no longer operating in the Prime Minister's Mansion, she would still find other businesses.It's better not to bother the second master with one thing, and continue to shine on her.

Yunzhu wore a fence on her head to hide her appearance, then hired a carriage and left the capital.

When passing through the city gate, Yunzhu turned her head and looked in the direction of Xiangfu.

The coachman was an old man. Seeing her get out of the carriage, he asked, "Is the girl from the capital?"

Yunzhu shook her head, speaking with a local accent, "No, I'm a foreign banker."

"Are you visiting relatives?"

"Yes. I went to Beijing to find a job, but there was a message from my family that my mother was not in good health, so I went back to take care of her."

"Filial girl." The old man raised his whip, "How far is it from home?"

"Take the Wantong River and go south for two hundred miles."

"Then I'll send you to Wantong Wharf?"

"No need, just leave me at Guzi Temple, I have a fellow villager who works as a master there, go and take a look."

"What?" The old coachman stopped the carriage suddenly, "Miss is going to Guzi Temple?"

"What's the matter?"

"I can't go there, that place is not for a good girl. Listen to the uncle and go home quickly."

"...can you go?"

"That place, anyway, is not for a good girl, listen to the uncle, don't go. The uncle will send you directly to Wantong Wharf. In less than an hour, you will be able to take the boat going south, and you may be home before dark .”

In Yunzhu's last life, she never met a good man, but in this life, she first married a good man and now met a good coachman.

"Thank you, Uncle Ang, then take me to the pier."

"it is good."

When they arrived at the pier, as soon as Yunzhu gave the fare to the old man, a customer came up to ask for a taxi, wanting to enter the capital.

Yunzhu looked at the old man cheerfully waving goodbye to her, and left with a new job.

She judged the direction, and she still headed for the aunt's temple, which was tantamount to hell for her.

The daytime of the Guzi Temple is no different from that of an ordinary nunnery.

There are pilgrims, little nuns who sweep and clean, and hostesses who chant scriptures and chant Buddha, wearing cassocks.

Yunzhu donated two taels of incense money, and then lifted the fence, revealing the seductive face she specially painted, "Master, may I ask where there is a clean room, I want to wash my hands."

The young nun who was cleaning the floor looked at her, and when she saw her face, she was so surprised that she didn't hear what Yunzhu asked.

"What did the benefactor say he wants?"

"Where is the clean room?"

"Amitabha, the donor please come with the poor nun."

After Yun Zhu fell to the ground, there was uncontrollable hatred surging in her eyes.Her name is Huichen, and she was forced to receive guests in her previous life. When she finally saw her self-destructive appearance, she cut off her hamstring with a knife, and cut a few deep and visible wounds on her already beautiful face. .

The memory came back, the body seemed to be being cut by a knife, and even breathing was a little difficult, as if something was strangling the throat.

(End of this chapter)