A Promotion Guide in the Harem

Leng Rushuang looked at them coldly and said, "Follow her and leave her to her own devices."

The two women said in unison, "Understood." Before the sound of his voice faded, it had already disappeared.

As the sun was about to set, Leng Qiyue suddenly heard the sound of a temple bell ringing in the distance. She patted Big Yellow and said, "Did you hear that? "There's a temple. Let's go and stay there for the night."

Big Yellow growled and left the trail. He turned around and went up the mountain. Before sunset, they arrived at a small temple at the top of the mountain. There really was a nameless temple in this nameless mountain. The small temple was also a building. It was three stories high, including the one with the giant bell hanging on top of it.

She stood in front of the door, considering whether to enter or not. At this moment, a handsome little Shamei ran in. He came out, clasped his hands, and said, "Ladies, please enter. Our Reverend has been waiting for a long time."

Leng Qiyue was taken aback, but she also replied with a bow, "Young master, please lead the way."

This temple looked very shabby on the outside, but the entrance was completely different. Inside the temple was a Maitreya Buddha, and the cheerful smile on his face made people feel at ease. Leng Qiyue kowtowed three times before tossing down fifty taels of fragrant oil, and the little Shamei Amitabha immediately invited her into the inner hall.

An old monk with a head full of white was sitting in front of a chessboard, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks. Leng Qiyue silently stood at the side and watched. When she was young, her grandfather always used Go as a punishment. Only when he won would he be able to eat. If he lost, he would continue to play. When he was young, his grandpa still went easy on him, but when he grew up, he became more serious. Sometimes, when he couldn't handle it, he would just pester. "Seeing that Bai Zi and Hei Zi were fighting, and seeing that Bai Zi had already won, the old monk compared it left and right, as if he was thinking hard about how to bring it back to life.

Leng Qiyue picked up a black piece and gently placed it on the bottom left corner of the board. The whole board flipped, and Hei Zi came to life. The old monk raised his head and said, "Little girl, you're amazing."

Leng Qiyue modestly replied, "Yes, Master is truly amazing. I don't think anyone else would be able to make such a superb chess match."

The old monk chuckled and said: "Is Miss the Second Manor Lord of Hao Yue Villa?"

Leng Qiyue sat down impolitely and said, "That's right, I wonder where Master found out?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Guan Xingxiang, your constellation shouldn't have risen up in this dynasty, but it has already taken root. This old monk would like to ask if young lady has any thoughts on becoming an emperor."

When Leng Qiyue heard that, she smiled and said, "I don't even want the Dragon Throne in front of me. In the next life. "

"Why?" The old monk was not surprised, but he still asked.

Leng Qiyue frowned and said, "Being an emperor is very difficult. If you want to do well, you will lose a lot of freedom. If you want to be free, you will become a king-size monster. The light ones will die, and the heavy ones will fall. "

The old monk nodded and said, "According to the stars, spots will appear on the eighth sun of next month. Right now, this dynasty is going to be shaken. I wonder if we can pass this trial!"

Leng Qiyue didn't listen to anything else, but she heard that the sun had spots. Wasn't that a sunspot? Then he could go home and return to his parents … Eighth of next month...

The old monk, Amitabha, left, leaving Leng Qiyue in a daze. After a while, little Shami brought her a meal and watched as she ate it before taking her to the side room to rest. The next morning, she woke up to find that there was no one in the temple. Could it be that she had seen a ghost last night? After leaving the temple, Leng Qiyue ran towards the capital to see what the capital looked like. Otherwise, she would regret it even if she went back.

It took them a whole day to reach the capital, but unfortunately, the city gates were closed. He had no choice but to sleep in the wilderness for the night and go in tomorrow. Originally, he wanted to use his Qing Gong to fly over, but he didn't know why he couldn't muster up any inner strength. After finding a dilapidated temple, he made a fire and roasted two steamed buns. Then, he grabbed the child in his arms and fell asleep in Big Yellow's arms …

A man in white appeared in front of the bonfire. When Big Yellow saw him, he just glanced at him for a second before continuing. That person sat on the ground and used his hand to stroke Leng Qiyue's face, but she only muttered, "Big Yellow, it's itchy …" That person was stunned for a moment before revealing a smile. He only watched quietly as he slowly added firewood to the fire …

When Leng Qiyue got up, she discovered that the fire was still very strong. She couldn't help but wonder, "I've really seen a ghost for the past two days. Why is the fire still so strong after one night?" Who cares about him? Wasn't he fine? The child is still sleeping, and this guy is probably sleeping with me. Mom says she slept for a day when she was a child. "

The city gates had already opened, and a bustling crowd was walking in and out. She looked at Big Yellow and said, "Big Yellow, stay with Xiao Jin outside. I'll call for you if I find a place to stay."

Big Yellow growled in dissatisfaction. After saying goodbye for a while, he slowly left. Leng Qiyue carried her child into the capital. Wow! So big! This spectacle is not seen on television.

"We meet again, Lady Leng." A calm voice was heard.