Raiders of the Empress: My Empress is Too Small

Chapter 607
"Do you still have the face to say, is Feng Qingqian's Leng Yanluo such a talkative master?" Lie Yan felt that he deserved to kill Han Bing, and Han Bing immediately blamed him, "You can't blame me, it's all the fault of the young master." Damn it, if he hadn't thrown the silver over, would you have fallen?"

Xing Mou glanced at the two of them, "Qiqi's thank you gift, do you want it?" Opening the box, the eyes of both of them glowed, and the night pearl the size of a woman's fist was shining brightly in the dark night.

One quickly grabbed one in his hand, and stared at Han Bing, "No wonder this Nanyou is rich, everyone wants to be an emperor, and you can take out two of these rare night pearls, it's so touching."

Lie Yan looked at it, looked at the box and saw nothing else, and asked doubtfully, "Young Master, don't you have one? Where's the big night pearl?"

Han Bing immediately covered Lie Yan's mouth, and dragged Lie Yan away forcefully, "Young Master, we still have something to do, please come back slowly."

After walking for a long time, he let go, "You're looking for death, which pot won't open and which pot should you lift?"

Qinghua's first seven, Mingyou went to burn paper money for her, remembering that every year she would go to Baohua Temple to offer incense and make a wish, to hang a prayer bag, she was curious, what is Qinghua's long-cherished wish?
So he went to Baohua Temple with Feng Qingqian, and asked the abbot, "The benefactor is here? Didn't you see the benefactor Qinghua today?"

"She's gone, gone to Manlong Huangquan."

The abbot clasped his hands together and said Amitabha, "This may be a happy event for Qinghua benefactor. She will no longer be tortured by illness, and her wish for the next life will be fulfilled."

"Master, are Qinghua's wishes the same every year?" Mingyou raised his head and looked at the tree-filled blessing bags.The abbot glanced at her and said, "If the benefactor wants to know, he can follow the poor monk. There is only one wishing tree. There are too many pilgrims coming and going, and the wishes are too deep. It will be replaced every one or two months. The wishes of the donors will be bound into a book by the monks of the temple, and agreed to be placed in the scripture hall for worship.

The two followed, and the abbot gave the little novice a few words, and the little novice took the ladder to find the book.

"Dare to ask the benefactor, who are you looking for? As long as the benefactor says the name, the monks recorded by the pilgrims in the past two years can be found."

Mingyou looked at the books in the room, and said, "Qinghua."

The little novice nodded, searched all the way, put the ladder up, rummaged through two books, and found the third one.Pass it to Mingyou, "Please benefactor."

Mingyou took the book and flipped through more than a dozen pages before turning to Qinghua's. The next dozen or so pages were filled with prayers written by Qinghua. May the next life, love forever.

There are a total of thirty pages, except for a dozen pages that bring Mingyou's life well, the rest of the pages are filled with the phrase "Huangquanmanman, Manzhushahua, I only hope that in the next life, my love will last forever."

Mingyou was a little puzzled, and looked at Feng Qingqian, who was Qinghua waiting for, or praying with whom?She had never heard Qinghua mention this mysterious person.

"Let's go out and ask the abbot." Feng Qingqian handed the book in his hand to the little monk, and took Mingyou out.

The abbot seemed to know that they were coming, and had already been waiting at the door of the scripture room.

"Master, I would like to ask Qinghua's sentence "The world is long, Manzhushahua, I only hope that in the next life, who is the love for the rest of my life?"

"The poor monk doesn't know. But the poor monk has a story. I don't know if the benefactor wants to hear it."

"Master, please tell me." As soon as she opened her mouth, Feng Qingqian knew that the abbot was talking about Qinghua in a tactful way.

(End of this chapter)