Reborn as Lingzhi

Chapter 545 Happy Event in the Palace 2
Facing Shangli who didn't say a word, Yin Jianjian, who became angry from embarrassment, finally had to leave angrily, but at this time Yin Jianjian had another thought in her mind, don't you believe in Shangli?Before she left, she left a bronze mirror and put it in front of Shangli.

After such a short meeting, Yinrong and Monk Dahong were also at a loss for what to do about their situation.Yin Jian held Shangli life and death in his hands, and this was what Yin Rong was most concerned about. The monk's non-cooperative gesture also showed that he had no intention of participating in the right and wrong among these men and women.Although Dahong is shrewd, she must be a monk if she wants to catch Yin Jianjian, and this shrewd and capable woman is so anxious that she also jumps.

"According to me, take one step at a time. What are you worrying about, Dahong? It's obvious that you have made up your mind without looking at Yinying?" The monk came to look for someone while taking advantage of the Yin Jianjian, and pulled Dahong to his side, persuading her in a good voice .If he didn't say anything to defend himself, Dahong was determined to bite him to death.

As soon as these words were released, Dahong really seemed to relax a lot, but he was still a little confused. "Why do I only see that he is worried about Shangli?" Ever since she entered the room, Yin Rong could only ask Shangli patiently, and she mentioned Shangli's name many times. , Da Hong has lived in vain for so many years.

The monk continued: "It is because of Shangli that we will not let us mess around. What kind of ideas are you coming up with? Just escape and dream. Yin Jianjian is sure to release you, that is Don’t be afraid of us running away. It’s the most appropriate thing to do as that crazy woman obediently does.” If the monk doesn’t move, he’ll be sure if he moves.With a scruple on her face, didn't this woman, Dahong, see that she was the only one he was worried about?

The monk put the little red hand in his palm, patted it comfortingly, and persuaded in a good voice: "So, now, let's play the role that Yin Jianjian gave us, so that we can help Yin Rong." Look, monk See more clearly than anyone else.Sometimes, it's not that you don't care about your friends, but that there is a kind of worry that becomes a burden in other words.

The big red eyes flowed around, and the monk could be drunk to death inadvertently.Mingming just felt that the monk's words made some sense, so he changed the monk's solemnity into a physical act, and almost threw Dahong down directly.

It was at noon that Yin Jianjian appeared in front of the couple again. At this time, Yin Jianjian was wearing wedding attire, heavy makeup but with a special flavor, and the monk's eyes widened as soon as he appeared.Cough cough, the monk thinks that color is a knife in the head, if Dahong doesn't have an extraordinary demeanor, how can he hold the monk's heart so firmly.And the monk, in front of any beauty he likes, always shows this kind of vulgar look that is barely drooling, naturally these are just appearances.

There was contempt in Yin Jianjian's eyes, and she naturally looked down on men like monks.He rolled his eyes and blushed coldly, and thought to himself: You like this kind of man too.But he said: "Okay, come with me, Yin Rong is waiting in the hall. As long as you drink the wedding wine honestly, I will let you go immediately."

Not in front of Yinrong, Yin Jianjian didn't even bother to put on a show, but just ordered in a cold voice, which was to let the monk and Dahong know what kind of existence he was.The monk nodded his head in agreement with this arrangement, Da Hong casually ignored Yin Jian Jian's contempt and bowed his head in silence.

Dahong has seen a lot of marriage battles.In the hall, he grabbed a chair and sat down.The monk learned from others and sat beside Dahong.

The deserted hall was not at all lively.

Yin Rong was dressed in red, leaving only the back view to the two of them.Dahong always felt uncomfortable and indescribably sad.From the shadowy back, she could see that this man was so lonely that he refused to be seen thousands of miles away.For some reason, Dahong felt like crying at the thought of this, blinking her eyes and nose.

Monk and Dahong are one in the sky and one on the ground.In this room is the lover who almost wiped his nose and shed tears because of his tolerance, and in the other side is the monk carelessly picking up the melon seeds in front of him, biting them open and chewing them.The movement like a little mouse made Dahong's tears back on the spot, and Dahong slapped the melon seeds off the monk's hand, "Eat, eat, you know how to eat. You can still eat it now."

The monk didn't move, and the melon seeds in his hand were slapped off by Dahong.The "newcomers" in front of them also turned around and looked over.

It's okay to say that he is so gloomy, he always maintains his indifference and doesn't say a word.Yin Jianjian frowned, lifted her hijab, and walked towards the monk.

Yin Rong frowned.

Seeing Yin Jian Jian's bright red happy clothes, she appeared in front of the monk in an instant.The monk looked up, with gorgeous lips and thick eyebrows.Yin Jianjian didn't speak, but stared at him coldly, just that look was enough to make a monk tremble.

The scene, which was not lively at first, became extremely deserted for a while.

Yin Rong finally came over, and he asked lightly, "Where's Shangli?"

It was agreed before that both Dahong and Shangli would come to watch the ceremony. He didn't want to make Yin Jianjian unhappy at such a moment, but he was uneasy when he didn't see Shangli from the beginning to the end. Taking advantage of the monk's interruption, he asked A sentence of "Shangli" drew Yin Jianjian's attention back.

Bright red lips, with a mocking smile, and sinister eyebrows and eyes are born extremely beautiful, after a little processing by her, they have been painted from the youthfulness of a girl to the charm of a woman. "At this moment, do you still care about Shangli?"

It's a lie to say it doesn't hurt.Yin Jianjian almost wanted to rush into the hut and cut Shangli into pieces, but she couldn't.She took a breath, and replied softly: "I gave Shang Li Guan a gift, it's not the gift they saw."

Yin Jianjian's eyebrows were affectionate, and when she spoke the last few words, she was already on tiptoe whispering in Yinrong's ear.

Shame, you can.Shangli was even more angry with her.When she came out of Shangli's house, she decided to let Shangli die later. Before she died, she must let Shangli see Yinrong and her bridal chamber.

The handkerchief in Yin Jianjian's hand was twisted fiercely, but she spoke softly.

All three present could feel her ill intentions.With a yiny face turned away, he bit his lip hard.

He understood what Yin Jianjian wanted to express. He didn't let Shangli watch the scene here, but he wanted Shangli to watch how they got along after the ceremony.Sadness, shame, humiliation, all kinds of emotions burst out in his heart.

The monk took advantage of Yin Jianjian's time to talk to Yin Rong, and quietly stretched out his thumb to Yin Rong to make a comparison.

Good buddy, really have you.The monk was scared to death, he thought that Yin Jian would attack on the spot and cut him to pieces.A word from Yin Rong will make Yin Jianjian completely forget about him, Yin Rong, you really belong.

(End of this chapter)