Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Rebirth of a Lady: The Second Wife of the Hou Mansion!Shen Qingci walked past King Feng Lun, and the smile on his face became clearer. Only the words spoken in his mouth were like a knife, and the heart of King Feng Lun was picked up piece by piece.
"This princess really wants to thank you. If it weren't for the prince, I wouldn't have stolen the iron melting technique of your country. Those firearms also existed thanks to the iron melting technique."
"So, Lord, thank you very much."
Shen Qingci saluted King Fenglun.
Such a great favor, what's the matter, Lord Fenglun, can't bear this thank you?
After a few rough breaths, King Feng Lun rolled his eyes and was already fainted by the anger.
The smile on Shen Qingci's face dropped bit by bit.
Then he took the cape and hat on his head and walked out of the prison.
As for the things that Prince Fenglun had planned, no one would know about it in this lifetime.
She did have the so-called longevity art in her hands, but no one knew it.
Shen Qingci walked out, and when the warm sun outside fell on her eyes, her trembling eyelashes lifted up, like a butterfly flying, faintly sprinkling, forever.
When she raised her hand, she also took the ray of clear sun, but a piece of lingering fragrance remained in the slightly raised sleeves.
In Great Zhou 625, Great Zhou fought with Cang Tao, and the Great Week became famous and became the first of the four nations.
Afterwards, there will be at least one hundred years of peace in the world. After one hundred years, whether there will be any part of the world, it is no longer what they can manage and worry about.
In this world, unity means division, and division means unity.
At that time, they are all dead, and future generations are all for future generations. They just do well, and they only want to do these things. Others are left for future generations to talk about.
They did what they could do, but they also did what they couldn't do. In such a peaceful and prosperous age, what they gave to future generations is also the trace of warmth and spring they left behind for this world.
At this moment, it seems that all flowers are in full bloom, and the garden is full of spring.
On this day, Master Jingkong made a special ceremony, which was done for Mrs. Wei Guo, who was also the birth mother of Princess Shuo. This was her death day.
Master Jingkong walked over and gave them a Buddhist ceremony.
Shen Qingci also put his hands together, "Master of hard work."
"should."
Master Jingkong smiled, with a pure white face, a ruddy complexion, and no need, as if he were in his twenties. This technique is a little white-faced, although it is a bit disrespectful to describe an accomplished monk like this.
But Shen Qingci just didn't understand, why did King Fenglun just look at her in the first place, and he had to work hard to get her to Cangtao, so why didn't he get rid of the little Bailian monk?
"What's wrong with Lao Na?"
Master Jingkong asked Shen Qingci with a smile.
Master, can we be humble?
Shen Qingci really didn’t want to pick his thorn, but if she didn’t pick someone else, she would stab herself and pay her back. Calling a poor monk would be okay. No, is Master Jingkong poor? Not poor. If you don’t have the talent, that’s whatever. A mouth is the need for ten thousand dollars, and he has never been softened.
At this time, a little bit came out from behind Shen Qingci.
It also extended his little hand to Master Clearance.
"Uncle, hug."
Master Jingkong's eyes were like water flowing at this time. He stretched out his hand and easily picked up the little girl, and then quietly kept her little face.
"Well, it looks good, do you have a good meal?"
"Have."
Guo'er nodded his head vigorously, "Guo'er worked very hard to eat."
That's good, Master Jingkong is cold-hearted to anyone and everything. Only the children who were born from Shen Qing are special. Maybe this is the so-called intergenerational relative.
At this moment, he was just an ordinary uncle, not the famous Taoist monk of Da Zhou.
Master Kong put down the child in her arms, then let go of her little hand, and then touched her little head.
Guoer also understood that he ran over, both of her small hands grabbed her mother's hand, and only one pair of big eyes was watching Master Jingkong from time to time.
Master Jingkong put his hands together again and said the Buddha's name.
"This child is the kindness that God bestowed on Da Zhou."
Especially for such a beautiful and lovely girl, if the eldest sister is not there, he will be the only uncle in the future, so she will definitely help.
A little novice came over, carrying something in his hand, a small white porcelain bottle.
Master Jingkong took the porcelain bottle and placed it in front of Shen Qing's resignation.
"what is this?"
Shen Qingci took it, then opened it, and placed it under his nose. He actually smelled a faint medicinal scent, which seemed to be a mixture of various floral scents.
Generally light, generally fragrant, and generally clear.
Master Jingkong put his hands together again.
"Hundred kinds of incense, hundred kinds of dew, hundred kinds of flowers, hundred kinds of flavors."
Shen Qingci's eyes widened slightly.
"You know?"
"The secret."
Master Jingkong smiled, "You don't want to use that method anymore."
He looked at the white porcelain cup again, "This is what I asked the monks in the temple to collect in this mountain. This mountain is uniquely endowed with a hundred kinds of flowers and one hundred kinds of honey. The hundred incense is also there. Lu is also in it, and every year at this time, I will give it to you."
"The Lou's daughter has the world in her heart, and she will bless the common people. Please be kind to my people in Da Zhou."
"And..." He smiled again, "Remember to donate more money for sesame oil. The monks' shoes will be changed, and the road down the mountain will be repaired."
The little novice monk on one side lowered his head more and more.
The master is the master.
This requires money.
It's just crazy.
Shen Qingci handed the white porcelain vase to Daxiang, who was holding her daughter and left. She was moved for a long time because of the silver.
This old monk has gotten into the eyes of money.
"The poor monk thanks Princess Shuo."
Master Jingkong looked at Shen Qingci's back again, lightly politely.
"Master, they didn't tell us," the novice monk reminded Master Jingkong in a low voice.
"She will give it."
Master Jingkong still smiled at Mimi, "She is the most talented person, and she is a kind person, and all future expenses of our Xiangjue Temple are also hers."
"You go to calculate, where else we need silver, we can't let go of the corners and corners. Make a list and send it to the Shuo Palace. Remember to write more."
Master Jingkong again ordered, "Don't forget the same thing, the mountain is very bitter, and when that person is in a good mood, most of them have to go up, otherwise it will be difficult to ask for it in the future."
"Why not ask for it?"
The little novice does not understand.
As long as the master speaks, what kind of silver is left out of his hand?
"They may not be able to come back for a long time," Master Jingkong sighed, "Who can I ask for when the time comes, and now I have to go to more this time. There are too many places in the temple that need money."