I, the first son, became a woman

"Humph!"

Xia Juan lowered her head and let out a cold snort, walked up silently, and curled up aside.

"I just think you're bored by yourself... Hmph... the sedan chair... Only women and children sit in the sedan chair! I'm just accompanying the bridesmaid to kiss you..."

Talking to himself, the appearance of curling up into a ball reminds people of that mischievous kid in a trance.

Mrs. Zhou's astonishment slowly turned into a smile.

"Okay, let's go."

She spoke suddenly, and then a pair of eyes fell on Xia Juan with satisfaction.

And what about Xia Juan?

She was still talking to herself, comforting herself without knowing what she was talking about...

Chapter 109 Qing'an Temple

sitting on a sedan chair

Although the bumps are definitely not as severe as riding a horse, after all, the journey to Qing'an Temple is tortuous, so it is still a lot of bumps.

This caused Xia Juan to be tortured a lot.

Xia Juan felt as if everything in his stomach had been turned upside down.

The internal organs seem to have been displaced all at once.

But with Mrs. Zhou present, Xia Juan couldn't show a painful expression.

She didn't even dare to reach out and press on her stomach to relieve the pain.

Putting her hands on the seat, Xia Juan gritted her teeth.

His fingernails were tightly clasped on the cushion on the seat, and the whole person looked at him in a daze, sweating profusely.

"Juan'er, are you not feeling well?!"

Mrs. Zhou was chattering along the way, but Xia Juan could only answer a few words, mostly "um" and "okay".

She came back to her senses and took a closer look at Xia Juan, almost startled.

That face, which was originally white enough, turned completely pale at this moment, making it frightening to see.

"No... mother..."

Xia Juan's voice was almost trembling, and after holding on for a long time, even her voice changed a little unconsciously.

"Juan'er! Tell the truth, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so pale!"

Mrs. Zhou's face was ashen, and she was no longer joking.

She hurriedly sat beside Xia Juan, and touched Xia Juan's forehead and arms.

"Juan'er, your body is a little hot, do you have a fever?! Could it be heatstroke? Shouldn't it be?! Or we..."

"Mom! I'm really fine!!"

The corner of her mouth twitched a few times, feeling that she was covered in sweat, Xia Juan pulled a stiff smile.

"What can I do? Last night...I didn't sleep well last night, so I slept so late in the morning, and I'm a little tired now..."

"Really? You... Juan'er, you can't lie to Mother! Otherwise, Mother will really be angry."

"Mom! Why did I lie to you?"

Xia Juan pretended to be helpless.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhou is so naive, and Xia Juan, who really believed in it soon, was deceived.

"In this case, Juan'er, please be patient and rest in the sedan chair first."

Although the sedan chair was big, Xia Juan's body was not too tall, but once he lay down, he couldn't hold it.

Madam Zhou sat in the corner and patted her legs.

"Juan'er, you lie on your mother's lap, take a nap, and you'll be there later."

"I do not want it."

Xia Juan coldly rolled her eyes at Mrs. Zhou, put her hands on her chest, and leaned her head against the sedan chair.

Although she crossed her hands on her chest.

She actually pressed her elbows against her stomach and bent slightly at the waist to ease the pain.

In any case, she couldn't reveal the matter.

Especially my parents!

Xia Juan knows what kind of person her mother Mrs. Zhou is

Once she finds out, she will always leak the truth in front of Xia Yuanpo.

Xia Juan was convinced of this.

So I must not show any abnormal behavior! !

Fortunately, Taiping City is not too far from Qing'an Temple, and it must be there in a while.

Feeling a little better in her stomach, Xia Juan stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, looking at the desolate scene outside the sedan chair that was constantly receding.

Qing'an Temple is a temple on the outskirts of Taiping City. Because of its geography, the incense is not too strong.

But I heard that Mrs. Zhou couldn't help when she had an accident, so she could only come to the nearby Qing'an Temple overnight to pray for Buddha and recite scriptures.

In the end, she finally woke up and came back, Madam Zhou also breathed a sigh of relief, and since then she has been extremely sincere to Qing'an Temple.

Mrs. Zhou often said that Xia Juan's life was brought back by the Buddha in Qing'an Temple.

Xia Juan never believed this kind of thing, but seeing that her mother was like this because of herself, she was only moved.

On the journey up the mountain, the sedan chair inevitably wobbles.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhou often came to Qing'an Temple, and the bearers were also very familiar with the route.

Soon, the sedan chair stopped.

"Juan'er, we're here."

Mrs. Zhou stood up, and Xia Juan hurriedly supported her, and let Mrs. Zhou go out.

Immediately, Xia Juan rubbed his belly, feeling that his body had recovered a lot, and got out of the sedan chair.

"Juan'er, this is the Qing'an Temple, you go shopping around, and come here to pay respects to the Buddha when your mother is ready."

"Ah."

Xia Juan watched Mrs. Zhou's back, and a large group of accompanying maids, servants, and guards left, shook her head, and sat on the pole of the sedan chair.

"It doesn't hurt that much..."

With five fingers withdrawn from her stomach, Xia Juan looked up at the Qing'an Temple that she had always heard about.

A little defeated, but not dilapidated, it seems that there is actually a golden light shining in the vagueness.

But as I said just now, Xia Juan didn't believe this, so naturally he just smiled helplessly and didn't take it seriously.

"Forget it, let's take a look around. Otherwise, sitting here is quite boring."

Standing up, touching her face, feeling that Guishui's troubles could be left behind for a while, Xia Juan's mood improved a bit.

The temple is actually nothing to see.

Especially temples like Qing'an Temple that are located on high mountains that are inaccessible.

At first glance, there are hardly many believers.

Xia Juan smiled, since he was idle and bored anyway, he walked through the alleyways of this temple as if to relax.

Not long after walking, Xia Juan suddenly saw a crisp voice falling under her feet.

"Who?!"

Xia Juan's expression changed, and he turned around, only to see a beggar.

At some point, he was lying behind him, drinking wine, looking at him in a daze with a smile on his face.

"beggar?!"

Xia Juan hesitated for a moment, then took a closer look, and found that what fell on the ground turned out to be a copper plate.

Just a beggar.

Xia Juan didn't care, nor did he reach out to pick up the copper plate, let alone the beggar.

Xia Juan turned around and left.

"Master Xia Juan, why don't you do me a favor and pick up that copper coin for the old man?!"

The voice of the beggar behind him was very vicissitudes, like an old tree in the wind and rain, weather-beaten.

Xia Juan snorted coldly, and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, she froze suddenly, turned around in an instant, stretched out her hand and pointed at the beggar opposite.

"You... who are you?!"

He...how did he know my name is Xia Juan? ! !

Unintentionally being called by a stranger's name, Xia Juan felt confused for a moment.

But soon, she reacted again.

Could this beggar be a charlatan? !

His mother, Mrs. Zhou, ran to Qing'an Temple every three days, so it was easy to know her name.

Besides, I and Mrs. Zhou came out of the same sedan chair just now, so I can guess that I am Xia Juan at random, right? !

With this thought, Xia Juan realized it in an instant and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just a liar, and I almost scared myself.

But... hum!

I really want to see what kind of tricks this liar wants to do, to bluff and deceive in this temple!

Chapter 110 The Beggar and Liar

Immediately Xia Juan sneered.

She stood with her hands behind her back and walked towards the beggar.

After a moment of silence, Xia Juan crouched down and picked up the copper plate on the ground.

"How do you know my name is Xia Juan?"

With a sound of "Ding!", the copper plate fell to the beggar's feet with the flick of Xia Juan's fingers.

She asked this on purpose, just to see what the beggar could make up.

"You got off the sedan chair with Mrs. Zhou just now. Judging by your age... you must be the legendary young master Xia Juan."

"Oh?!"

This surprised Xia Juan.

This beggar and liar... doesn't seem to play his cards according to common sense? !

"Then you..." Xia Juan responded quickly and smiled slightly. "You stopped me just to let Master Ben pick up that copper plate for you?"

"Yes."

The beggar and liar drank a few sips of wine again, and opened his eyes that seemed to be falling asleep.

"I have a principle in doing things. For those who help me pick up coins, I will do a fortune-telling for him for free."

"But I don't want to pick it up." Xia Juan smiled charmingly.

"So, you have to pay."

Gululu, it was another burst of gulping.