Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Even the abbot, after several times talking with him about Buddhism, persuaded him to put everything down and go into Buddhism.

Gu Xuan didn't seem to doubt it. She nodded, sipped a cup of hot tea and said, "it's just that I'll have a rest tomorrow. It's a bit bad for me to lose every day."

Shen Qing smiles and pauses when he gets up to leave. He looks down at Gu Xuan and shouts: "Xuan er."

Gu Xuan subconsciously raised her head and answered. Her eyes were covered with shadow and her lips were soft.

With restraint and tenderness, Shen Qing fell the kiss on her lips. He restrained himself from holding her or deepening the kiss.

He straightened up and gave her a gentle smile: "rest early."

"Good." Gu Xuan answered and saw Shen Qingshi go to the door. He called out to him: "Qingshi."

Shen Qing stopped and turned to see her, "what's the matter?"

He had a calm look, not the slightest abnormality.

Gu Xuan's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. She looked at Shen Qing for a while, then she shook her head with a smile and said, "come back early tomorrow."

"Good." When Shen Qing nodded, he turned around and walked out again.

This time, he didn't stop, and Gu Xuan didn't shout at him again.

Shen Qingshi stood in the yard all night and didn't sleep, while Gu Xuan sat in the yard all night holding a teacup.

As the day began to light, Gu Xuan heard the door of the courtyard next door open. Then a sound of footsteps came out and stopped at her door.

Gu Xuan's hands holding the teacup tighten their consciousness, and she is still thinking about how she would explain what happened when Shen Qing came in later.

But before she thought of a suitable excuse, the footsteps at the gate of the hospital had gone away.

Shen Qingshi didn't come in.

Gu Xuan looked at the gate of the hospital for a long time. When the day was bright, there was a sound of footsteps at the gate again, and the sound of knocking on the door.

Gu Xuan blinked and said to the mute who had been standing by her all night, "go and prepare hot water. I'll take a bath and have a sleep."

The mute had no doubt. He went to the gate of the courtyard and opened it. Standing at the gate was a little monk. The little monk lowered his head and put his hands together. Before he could pronounce eleven Buddhist names, the mute had passed him.

The little monk didn't stop and went into the yard with his food box.

Gu Xuan has been looking at the little monk. When the little monk turns around and closes the door, she asks in a voice, "you have said all you have to say. What else are you doing here? What else does your master have to say? "

If the mute is still here and sees the little monk's raised face, maybe he can recognize that the little monk who has been delivering meals to Gu Xuan for several days is a servant that Xiao Lan took with him when he came to look for trouble that day.

However, the servant seemed to be a little unusual for Xiao Lan. That day, more than a dozen servants came forward and were beaten to pieces by dumb people, but the servant had been standing near Xiao Lan without any action.

The little monk put down his meal and said to Gu Xuan, "Shen Qingshi went to the palace today. You may never see him again."

"Yes, never again." Gu Xuan chuckled and said to the young monk, "what does this have to do with you?"

It was not long after Shen Huai went back that night that Prime Minister Xiao Cheng's house was implicated in the nine ethnic groups for treason. The men were beheaded and the women were all turned into military prostitutes. The end was extremely miserable, which was very different from the previous scenery.