My Queen, you are naughty again

The evening wind blew up their skirts. The cold sweat that had just brushed behind them was now blown away by the wind. Walking outside, they were still in a trance and felt cold.

Wang Qing shrunk her head, looked at the brightly lit temple not far away, and accelerated her pace. She turned to Chu Li and said, "it's estimated that people have expired!"

Chu Li nodded. Here he could see the appearance of the hall. With simple furnishings, everyone formed a seat and surrounded the two sides of the hall. Sitting in the middle was the abbot of the temple, the master Chunyi he had just seen.

Looking at the pure one master, Chu Li always felt an unspeakable feeling. Some of it was because he was old, stayed in the temple for a long time, saw more people and saw through the world of mortals.

Chu Li glanced at his mouth and pulled Wang Qing into the hall.

Sure enough, they have all expired. There are only two seats left. One is next to Wang Hao and the other is next to Murong Yu. You don't have to see which one belongs to which person.

"Qing'er and Chu Li are late. Let's wait!" Wang Qing walked to the front and quickly brushed a salute at everyone. He grinned on his face like a child who forgot to go home for dinner.

Chu Li followed Wang Qing and bowed his head and brushed a salute.

Wang Haomei, who was sitting next to him, frowned and knew that his sister ran to the mountain with Chu Li. She couldn't decide what good things to do. She quickly scolded in a low voice and said, "it's really fun! You've probably searched all over the mountain. Now you're taking miss Chu again! Don't sit over quickly!"

Although it was a low voice reprimand, it could be heard that it was an excuse for his sister. Fortunately, everyone here knew Wang Qing's temperament and about what Chu Li was like. They all smiled calmly and didn't take it to heart.

"Don't you come here soon?" Murong Yu, sitting in front, smiled, raised his hand and patted the seat next to him, smiled and said to Chu Li.

Looking at Chu Li's eyes, the gentle immediately reminded Chu Li of the waterfall just behind the mountain, pouring down. Looking at it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Chu left nodding, and quickly and quickly Kwai ran towards the direction of Mo Rong's side. He could feel his head had two eyes, sweeping himself.

You don't have to look up to know who they are. They are Xia Qiuju and Mo Rongrui.

"How old are you? Now everyone is waiting for you two. When you say it, you think uncle Wang can't control his daughter."

In a trance, Xia Qiuju's whisper came from the clean hall. Although the voice was not loud, everyone could hear it. Chu Li was clearly the person of imperial concubine yuan. No matter how brave Xia Qiuju was, she didn't dare to take Chu away here, so she had to point the gun at Wang Qing's head.

Chu Li and Wang Qing both sat in their seats. When they heard Xia Qiuju's words, they didn't care at all. They looked up at each other and smiled at each other. Wang Qing held her hands, held her cheeks, turned her head and looked in the direction of Xia Qiuju. They said faintly: "Hey, there's no way. I grew up on the grassland with my father since childhood. Some places are naturally not as good as sister Xia, but please forgive me! If sister Xia wants to ride a horse another day, she will take the initiative to teach her!"

Then he grinned at Xia Qiuju and sat down again without waiting for her to speak. Wang Hao stared at his sister, but Wang Qing stuck out her tongue and bowed her head without saying anything.

The people around all chuckled, and the bickering between the two really happened every year.

In a moment, master Chunyi sitting in front still had a kind smile on his face. After arranging two sentences for the little monk behind him, he looked at them and said, "you two quarrel every year. It seems that it hasn't changed at all this year!"

As soon as master Chunyi spoke, everyone smiled and said. The slightly nervous and embarrassing atmosphere just now disappeared without a trace.

Here, Murong Yu turned his head and leaned slightly close to Chu Li, fell beside her and whispered, "where have you been? What's the matter with your feet?"

Then Murong Yu raised his hand and gently put it on Chu Li's ankle. He wiped off the soil with a handkerchief.

Looking at Murong Yu like this, Chu Li suddenly clicked in his heart. Then he felt that there was a long sword on his head and cut it directly at him, but it was Murong Rui sitting opposite him.

He quickly shrunk his feet back, stopped Murong Yu's hand, wiped it at will, looked not so dirty, and said, "just followed Qing'er to the mountain. I forgot the time for a moment. It's too late."

"Forget the time? It's not your style. She's not you, and you're not." Murong Yu turned his head and glanced at Murong Rui opposite. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and then disappeared again. He looked at Chu Li and asked again.

Chu Li looked up at him, pursed his lips, and whispered, "it's a long story. Go back and talk."

After saying that, he quickly sat down against the light on his head. When he turned around, he looked up and looked at Mo Rongrui quietly. He saw that his eyes were staring at him tightly, as if he were going to kill himself.

Chu Li shuddered and quickly rubbed his hands.

Here, someone has come to serve. All the vegetarian dishes, a simple bowl of rice and a bowl of soup are complete.

"Try it. It tastes good." Murong Yu smiled. He took a chopstick for Chu Li and put it in her bowl.

Chu Li looked at him like this and knew who he was doing it for, but now what he could do was to bear it. He smiled faintly and whispered, "I'll do it myself. I put two dishes in my mouth."

After a tiring day and a mouthful of tofu, Chu Li felt like meat and vegetables.

Here, the dishes were served one by one. Chu Li took two bites and was about to take the dishes again. At the moment, he saw another familiar figure. The person who came to serve the dishes was not the crying little monk they met just now.

The little monk's eyes were still red, and there were some small wounds on his little hand holding the tray. When he came to Chu Li's side, he didn't dare to look directly into Chu Li's eyes.

It was very quiet around. No one spoke during the meal, only the footsteps of the little monk serving the dishes.

Chu Li frowned and looked up at the little monk. Seeing that people didn't pay attention, he took out a piece of pastry from his arms and stuffed it into the hands of the little monk who was serving his own food.