My Queen Is Too Young

The old yingyue temple, which they went to all night, was originally a small one. Now it's even more late at night. Only the sound of wind and cicadas can be heard, and it's dark.

"What did we steal in the middle of the night?" Very quietly beside him. They were on the roof together.

Feng Qing shallow shakes her head, motioning her not to speak. Slowly opened the tiles, found that is empty master's meditation room. Eyebrow moved, found empty is sitting cross legged on the futon.

After a close look, he found that he was reciting Buddhist scriptures. Mingyou Shi ran looks at Feng Qing. Is it that the goods don't eat snacks or sleep in the middle of the night to listen to the old monk chanting scriptures?

If it is not for their own opinions, Mingyou really can't think of anyone who has such cruel, so boring means of torture?

I don't know where I'm sleepy. Suddenly Feng Qing moved a little, scared to lean on his shoulder Mingyou a startle, looked up a face confused, almost startled to call out. Feng Qing shallow eyes, quick hands will cover her mouth, hush a, motioned her not to speak.

Mingyou's brain this just reacts to come over, originally they still do Liang Shang gentleman, careful, "still want to listen to how long?" Mosquitoes come to harass her from time to time, and she sleeps very much. She can't hold on.

Feng Qing shallow stretched out a finger in the tile gap, let Mingyou see. Mingyou obediently opened her round eyes and looked at it carefully. She was surprised. Did the old monk still hurt himself? Are you so upset?

The silver dagger still flashed cold light. When it was empty, he drew a knife towards the inner side of his left arm. The bright red blood beads rushed out, forming red blood drops and falling down into the bowl.

Yeah? Why did the old monk bleed? Mingyou saw Feng Qing shallow one eye, Feng Qing shallow eyes did not surprise, seems to have known something.

Mingyou doesn't dare to speak. He is afraid that he will be found. He has to watch silently. Half of the blood has been put into the bowl. The old monk just stops and releases his hand. The right hand skillfully picked up the medicine bottle, sprinkled the white powder up, saw that the blood did not flow so much, then wrapped the gauze, tied up hastily.

With the bowl in his right hand, he went out all the way to the back mountain...

"go." Feng Qing shallow to see him out of a good distance, just called Mingyou to keep up. Two people follow from afar, although the moon is bright, you can't see the road clearly, and there's no difference between them.

Feng Qing shallow, afraid of startling the snake, simply will her back up, all the way follow empty to the bamboo forest.

The candle in the thatched cottage was still on. The maid of the third lady, holding a lantern, saw the empty master from a distance. She met him, bent down to take the blood from the bowl and bowed slightly and said, "thank you very much."

Empty seems to have been used to, did not speak, nodded, hands together, "Amitabha." Turn around and hide in the bamboo forest.

The maid carefully took the blood and poured it into it. She stirred it with a wooden spoon and put it into a small jar. The rest of the ointment in the bowl was washed with warm water and served to the third lady.

Three madams seem to know general, did not say much, drank medicine and then went to lie down to rest. When they peek over, Mingyou has not recovered from the shock just now.

"The empty blood is for the third lady to make a medicine introduction?"

Feng Qing shallow nod, "should be."

"Empty master, too selfless and great, is it? Human blood has such a magical effect?" Mingyou is shocked.