Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 1014 Still have the cheek to come back
After shouting, he suddenly felt refreshed. He has something very important to consider urgently.

How can I go back to the princess mansion smoothly, how can I have a New Year's Eve dinner...

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At the New Year's Eve dinner, Jiashan caught up with the end.

It just so happened that the maids of Tangyuan were full of food and drink, and had no place to use their strength. They vented their anger for their master and beat Jiashan all over his head. Jiashan was beaten calmly while eating. God knows he has been three days. I haven't eaten anything, I'm so hungry.

It's okay to be beaten, anyway, it's commonplace, use your own pain to let the obsession in other people's hearts dissolve, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?

At the end of the beating, Tangyuan and the others were beaten softly, but Jiashan still looked calm and calm.

It was Zixi who came out to adjust the conflict and crisis. Zixi took the glutinous rice balls abducted, and the two of them went out of the dining room and went to the roof, where they romantically watched the stars and the moon.

Of course, Tangyuan refused to obey, scratching, biting and kicking, even more ruthless than Jiashan, Zixi endured the pain all over his body, and did not let go.

I heard tiles falling down on the roofs that had just been repaired in the backyard of Suijun Mansion. Looking at the battle, it was a waste of repairs.

The flower cakes, sugar water, rice wine, etc. below all pretended not to hear.

Only Monk Jiashan persuaded, "Eleventh benefactor, I appreciate your kindness. If you let go of the glutinous rice ball donor, let her beat me. I am thick-skinned and resistant to beating, even if the glutinous rice ball benefactor wants to beat me." I can also..."

In exchange, Zishi and Tangyuan on the roof said in unison, "Shut up!"

After that, no one watched the excitement of the two of them anymore, and let them make noise, even if they demolished the palace of the princess, as long as the courtyard where the master lived was not demolished.

The next day, when Xilinglan woke up, she heard that bastard Jiashan chanting scriptures outside her house.

She didn't know whether it was the passage of time, or the sound of the scriptures was pleasant, but her anger towards Jiashan's release of Ding Mingshan, the owner of Ding Xingliang's line, had almost dissipated.

"You still have the guts to come back. You thought you didn't dare to face me and went back to your Dayu Kingdom." Xilinglan opened the door after washing up under the service of Hua Gao, and saw Jia sitting in the yard. good.

Jiashan wore a white robe, with white skin and tender skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes were as clear as distant mountains and autumn waters, and his whole person looked very clean and pure, as if he could not eat fireworks.

At such a young age, it gives people the illusion of being an eminent monk.

"Amitabha, the benefactor of Xiling is thinking too much. The poor monk has never done anything wrong in his life, so why is he afraid to face anyone?" Jiashan said it nicely, but when he was obviously facing Xilinglan, there was a pleasing expression on his face. smile.

Jiashan was born beautiful and clean, his smile was pure and radiant like a jade tree.

Such a person becoming a monk is really a waste of money, how many girls' dreams/people!Xiling Lan was a little stunned, wishing to go up and pinch his face, cough, of course, she is already a married woman, just take a look, as for flirting/playing or something, forget it.

"Then tell me, what have you been doing these days?"

Jiashan immediately said seriously, "Amitabha, that day the benefactor surnamed Ding promised not to do harm to the world and not to have evil thoughts, the poor monk let them go, who knows how they would take revenge on the Xiling benefactor as soon as they left the city, so the poor monk They didn’t listen to their persuasive persuasion, so the poor monk could only follow them all the way, preaching scriptures to them, crossing them in the sea of ​​suffering, preventing them from doing evil, and persuading them to do good...”

Xilinglan could imagine the frantic expressions of these people surnamed Ding. Maybe this kind of punishment made them feel more uncomfortable than killing them directly! "Then what?"

(End of this chapter)