Reborn: Revenge of the Concubine’s Daughter

He Danggui had to wear it. Meng Yuer pulled her and looked at it. I don't know why she was so focused. After a while, Meng Hui returned with a gray face and a bruise on Jun's face, leaving blood on his nose, his expression stunned.

Meng Yuer gave him a white glance, and said, "It's not as long as I was a kid, and fights, it just has to fall on the bones of this section. The pure and clean place of the Buddha's Gate has also been stained by you, let me strike you.

He Danggui spoke to Meng Yue: "Young people will inevitably fight, aunts don't want to know him in general."

"Where do you know Angelica? He's a demon star. He wants to bully you, just tell me, your aunt is in charge of you." Meng Yuer shook her head and got up to leave.

Meng Yue hid the door and saw He Danggui Songsong holding a small hoe, wearing a silver-gray monk robe with a wide cuff, reflecting a pale face, his chin was more pointed, his eyes were like water, looking straight It's so exciting.

So he smiled in her ear and asked, "Did I bully you?" A pair of big palms with amazing heat began to draw the most familiar curve.

He Danggui found Pa Zi to wipe his nosebleeds, while struggling with anger in his arms, his skin was stained with a touch of pink pearl luster, tempting to kiss. "If you do this again, I really want to shout. This is a temple. Meng Yue, do you understand the rules!"

The thick breath blew into my ears, making it trembling and disturbing.

"What's the rule," the low laughter made her feel hotter. "Don't Buddha let me hold my own woman? I don't believe it."

The thin lips gradually fell on the white and delicate clavicle, the soft and fragrant tenderness, and the slim waist with a grip. Until the whole monk's robe slipped to the ground, He Danggui's protest completely failed, and he could only listen to it at his fingertips ...

In the middle of the night, there was a drizzle of rain from the window, soaking in the cold night. The warmth of the bucket room has been closed by clouds and rain, and Meng Yue is like a lame beast, with bright eyes lovingly touching every inch of the contours of the person in her arms, a muscle, a skin, a red face, and sweaty hair , As tender as water.

"Qing'er, our first child will be named Meng Lan, Shan Fenglan, both boys and girls can use it, can you say?"

"……Ok."

"I heard that women have to endure severe pain during childbirth. Your medical skills are good. There must be a way to make yourself painless, right? Although I want to have our children soon, I don't want to hurt you."

"……Ok."

"Really!" Meng Hui clasped her small jaw and asked in surprise, "Doesn't it hurt to have a baby? Let's have a try soon!"

Why Danggui was drowsy, but Meng Yue was so noisy that she couldn't sleep. She squinted her eyes and asked softly, "Meng Yue, do you think anyone has a previous life? Do you think we should go down the track of the previous life? "

"Past life? What do you think of?" Meng Zheng asked positively.

"No ... I just feel that someone is annoying. Every time I think of him, I wish he would die. I have never hated a person so much, why is this ..." she muttered to herself.

"Who is he?"

"Zhu Quan."

"..." Meng Yue was shocked. He did not expect that after the frozen memory of Danggui returned, the first person to make an impression was Zhu Quan!

Meng Zheng combed her burst of fingers, and then comforted: "An irrelevant person, why bother with him? Don't you say that he has been abolished by Geng Bingxiu, like a proud man like him, It will inevitably be unable to withstand such a big blow, and probably will not come out in the future. Even his side concubine, Zhou Fangfei, who has been sold to weapons and given private acquaintance with officials from North and Central China, has now been lujiangbei Keep an eye on and wait for her handle. You can relax, Qinger. "

He Danggui said impassively: "There is also Zhu Quan and Geng Bingxiu's master, Gao Shenjun. The man is really terrible. I think he knows me. He said that there is a way to restore the power for Zhu Quan and take him to the wound."

"Where did you go?"

"It seems to be Baisha Mountain Villa in Yinma Town, but you must not go to them. The martial arts of Gao Shen Jun is on you."

"Okay, sleep, I won't lead you to talk, are you tired?"

He Danggui said slowly: "It's okay."

Meng Zheng's hot palms were restless again, rubbing the person resting on his chest deeper into his body, dissatisfied, "Mother-in-law means that I can't tire you, but just okay." degree?"

"You say, I strangle you," she said resentfully.

"Can't say? Only do?"

"I bit you!"

"Where does the lady like to bite? I lay flat and straighten, please go down."

"..."

When the coldness met the rogue, how could her coldness be maintained? The only thing he did was to wave a pair of powder fists, slap, and greet him heavily. "Ahhh!" Meng Jielang shouted, and her bright voice cut through the night sky, making her even more embarrassed. The voice of doubt had reached the ears of every insomniac in the temple.

Sure enough, when he woke up the next day, Duan Xiaolou, who had been struggling to the south, did not appear on the breakfast table. Go to his room and see that the bed planks are not even wrinkled. It seems that Duan Xiaolou has never rested here.

He Danggui thought that it was the movement in the room that drove him away last night. Although he was stunned in his heart, he could breathe a sigh of relief. This was not bad, and he could not be dragged to him. It was the cruelest for him.

In the dark of the morning, Meng Yue and He Danggui accompanied her aunt Meng Yuer for breakfast. The whereabouts of Meng Yue were mysterious, and the effort to expose tea was gone. Meng Yuer took He Danggui to greet the old lady. The old lady found a stack of scripture books and asked He Danggui to copy the scriptures.

"I heard that you have the ability to write with both hands," Meng Yuer laughed. "This is an uncommon thing unheard of, can you show it to us?"

He Danggui lifted up two sheep-smoke pens dipped in emblem ink, with both hands, the two-pronged approach, quickly copied a line. The left hand is exquisite and ingenious in lower case, but the right hand is a series of running books stretched by leaves, which makes Meng Yuer stunned.

Even better, he was still behind. After a pause in dipping ink, He Danggui changed his arms by crossing his arms, writing the paper on the right with his left hand, and writing on the left with his right. Just turned it over, but the font on the paper is the same, the regular script is on the left, and the script is on the right.

Meng Yuer smiled with a palm of her hand and said, "Good girl, how can you practice such a great skill!"

The old lady likes to allow the younger generations to copy the Buddhist scriptures. As long as the young daughter-in-law who can write a pen, almost all have copied the Buddhist scriptures. This can also be seen in the words.

After listening to Meng Yuer's constant boasting, the old lady walked over and took a look, leaving her hands to talk about the stunts of the book, the words on the paper stretched calmly, really not like the words of a young daughter-in-law.

"Good word, good boy." The old woman nodded.

Meng Yuer patted Angelica and kindly told her: "The old lady often said that young girls are too impetuous nowadays, and they don't have enough fire to act, talk or be a man. But when I saw you yesterday, the old lady frequently praised you. Now look at your words again, chances are, Master Mo Qi's mantle will be passed on to you! "

"Mr. Mo Qi's mantle?" He Danggui stunned and said straight back, "I have no plans to become a monk." She had a good life, of course, she did not want to be a nun.

Meng Yuer smiled slightly and explained to her softly: "You listen to me, Mrs. Mo Qi is a generation of gods, and she is respected even by the Holy Spirit. When she sat last month, she passed away in the back room. Because she had a letter in advance Leave a book to predict her return date, and ask us not to announce her death to the public until we find her successor. "

"Aunt, you are all devoted to Buddha, Tankou Danxin, I think you are the most suitable person."

"I can't do it, Huigen is too shallow," Meng Yuer waved, "And the teacher's predecessor does not have to be a monk, but only asks for a fate, and now I am optimistic about you. If you don't object, I will ask Xian tonight, see Does the teacher have a disciplinary relationship with you? "

"Aunt Xie carried her love."

Looking at the silent old lady and mysterious aunt, He Danggui was puzzled, but she should come down. What is the mantle of an old nun?

A gust of wind blew the leaves, and then it rained again in the afternoon. The large raindrops turned out the fragrance in the soil, making people feel like a white crane drying their wings and washing away the ash from their hearts. He Danggui read a book under the window, but still did not see Meng Yue return, he went to the patio to see the tree vine with a red oil paper umbrella.

Those vines that smell strange at night have no aroma at all during the day, and another kind of cold air spit out fragrance. He Danggui asked Meng Yuer that this vine was a Fan plant planted by older nuns. The whole Middle Soil may only be here. Are those medicinal herbs of Bai Bobai also picked from here?

Walking in this green world, she is not enough to see every kind of vine. Walked with a sullen head, watching too intently, almost not hitting a wide chest. She looked up in astonishment, and then met a man who had faced her whole life.

It is not entirely appropriate to say "living a face", this tall middle-aged man with silver embroidered blue shirt and sapphire crown. She once saw it in Tu'er Town in a panic, and it was the king of the swallow Yan Zhu. Last time he cast tears on the princess for hanging up and committing suicide for Princess Yan, He Danggui only looked at his side. This person should be King Yan.

She stepped back two steps, and Yingying worshiped everyone: "Master Wangfu, frustrated for a moment, and don't blame it."

"You ... recognize me?" Yan Wang's handsome face showed confusion. The master of Qingning County was as beautiful as rumored. If he had seen such a woman, he would never forget it.

He Danggui bowed his head, and respectfully replied, "The king is dressed in a four-claw dragon embroidered robe. At present, there was only a first-class prince, so I recognized him as the king, and I guess you may be His Highness Yan. I do n’t know. I guess right. "2k novel reading network