After transmigrating the book, the petite villain became my puppy hook

Si Dianwu was the only one in the Golden Dragon Palace, and the personal eunuch was waiting outside the palace.

Hearing just this sound, a dark shadow appeared beside the table as the candle flame flickered.

This is the personal secret guard of kings throughout the ages.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Si Dianwu didn't speak for a long time, and the secret guard knelt down quietly and waited.

"Mu Qiao Xi... Mu Qiao Xi... I have never seen this woman, but I have heard this name many times."

The secret guard is always quiet, waiting for the master to issue orders after muttering to himself.

Mu Qiaoxi's appearance was really too eye-catching, and he suddenly became involved with his two sons, just like a messy hemp rope, which made people feel unhappy.

Cutting off its roots is the clean and simple solution.

"She must be a rare woman. It's a pity that she shouldn't be so close to my son, let alone the queen's son."

These words sound contradictory, but if you think about it carefully, you will know that Si Dianwu is talking about Mo Yan and Si Shaoqing.

"Is the Crown Prince still close to Prime Minister Liu recently?" Si Dianwu closed his eyes, stopped talking to himself, and turned to ask the secret guard.

"Liu Xiangnai is the father of the Empress, and the grandfather of His Highness the Crown Prince. Blood is thicker than water, so we are naturally close." The secret guard answered very cautiously.

"Everyone in the world has his own position, and the prince is always just a position." Si Dianwu's words have a special meaning, which is to make it clear that the position of prince has always existed, but it does not mean that it will always exist.

They all belong to Si Shaoqing.

The secret guard did not dare to say anything.

Si Dianwu continued, "Python robe? I don't know who among my sons is lucky enough to wear it until the end of my life. Let's go and do it. After so many years, the prince's vigor deserves to be killed, as well as the Mu family."

My daughter, Mu Hou is loyal, don’t let her die in disgrace.”

The secret guard knew that Si Dianwu wanted him to make a fuss about the python robe, so as to kill two birds with one stone.

Let the prince make a fool of himself and lose his edge, and let Mu Qiao Xi be questioned and executed for this matter.

Over here in the Buddhist hall, Mu Qiaoling is sitting on a futon, showing no sign of worshiping the Buddha.

She looked at the gods and Buddhas in front of her with resentment and was very angry. It had been almost two days since she came to the temple, but she still couldn't find any way to eliminate the smell on her body.

At that time, a young monk hurried in holding a wooden fish.

"If the donor is determined to worship the Buddha, he should pay attention to his manners."

Mu Qiaoling sneered: "Salute to the Buddha? Is this little monk like you already crazy? How can I behave like this when I'm full of stench?!"

Unexpectedly, the young monk raised his head and said seriously: "Female donor, the sulfur hot spring behind the temple is specially designed to treat your difficult and complicated diseases. Why don't you try it and you will know."

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How many people in the national temple are sincere to the Buddha? This young monk is one of Mo Yan's spies.

The antidote for corpse powder has been put into the source of the sulfur hot spring in the back mountain, and the young monk is just following his master's orders.

Mo Yan had sent a message to "let her enjoy it for a few more days," so the young monk came late to take the opportunity to tell her.

Mu Qiaoling was half convinced, but now trapped in the Buddhist temple, there was no other way but to give it a try.

She took her clothes to the sulfur hot springs and soaked in them. After getting up again, she still couldn't smell any difference.

Out of patience, she walked outside in disheveled clothes, grabbed a random monk and shook him.

"Smell me?! Is there any other smell?"

The monk pushed Mu Qiaoling away in panic.

"There is no smell on the female donor's body. Buddhism is a pure place. Please respect yourself." After saying that, the monk left in a hurry.

Very good!

The smell on her body has finally disappeared!

Mu Qiaoling was overjoyed, and hatred also spread to her heart at this time.

This is all Mu Qiaoxi's fault!

He confused his mother and colluded with that cheap slave Mo Yan just to harm her like this.

If it hadn't been Mo Yan's idea, and Mu Qiaoxi had been so sweet and obedient in front of Chu Changle, how could she have been disliked by Chu Changle?

Mu Qiao's spirit arises from anger in his heart, and evil comes from his courage.

The next day, she knelt in front of the gods and Buddhas as usual, but this time, she no longer cursed viciously in a low voice. She tightly held a small straw man in her hand and stuck silver needles into it.

And hanging on the scarecrow's body was a piece of cloth written in small regular script.

That was Mu Qiao Xi’s birth date!

"Bitch, bitch, bitch! I let you hurt me, let you hurt me, go to hell! Go to hell!"

Mu Qiaoling's eyes were blood red, and he obviously hated Mu Qiaoxi to the extreme.

"Cough cough cough." An old coughing sound came from behind, and the silver needle in Mu Qiaoling's hand almost pricked herself.

Mu Qiaoling hurriedly tried to hide the scarecrow in her hand, but the man had already walked in front of her.

"Donor Mu, if you have so many evil thoughts in your heart, you will only tire yourself out."

The speaker was an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard. Looking at the cassock, he should be Master Kunai, the abbot of the national temple.

Mu Qiaoling blocked the scarecrow with the hem of her clothes and retorted incoherently, "What evil thoughts? What exhaustion? I don't know what you are talking about."

She was hiding and hiding. It was taboo to practice witchcraft in the temple. If she was discovered, she would be beheaded.

Master Kunai didn't say much and sat cross-legged on the futon opposite Mu Qiaoling.

"Amitabha, Buddhism is originally designed to relieve people from suffering. Don't worry, I don't want to tell anyone."

Mu Qiaoling was doubtful, lowering her eyes and feeling guilty.

"Thank you, Master."

Kunai had no intention of leaving, but continued: "It's just that the national temple will soon be used to commemorate the birthday of His Highness the Crown Prince, to worship the benefactor. It's better not to expose such things to others."

Mu Qiaoling didn't listen to the second half of the words at all. He eagerly stepped forward and asked, "Can I come out to observe the ceremony during His Royal Highness's birthday?"

The old god Kunai shook his head: "His Royal Highness the Prince's birthday is a blessing ceremony. At that time, all the eminent monks in the temple will go to chant sutras and pray for blessings. Everyone who comes will be blessed by the emperor's grace and the mighty rewards. They are all blessed by the national temple.

Donor, you are here to cultivate your moral character, so how can you attend the ceremony?"

After hearing what Kunwu said about the solemn ceremony, Mu Qiaoling was very anxious because he was in Ganye Temple and could not even observe the ceremony.

Seeing this, Kunai continued: "Donor Mu, why should you worry? Isn't there an eldest lady from the Muhou Mansion? I heard that she will personally embroider the python robe for the prince. I guess she will be there in Lu after today.

Let’s show our faces in Yangcheng.”

As Master Kunai finished speaking word by word, Mu Qiaoling was about to go crazy with jealousy, and the scarecrow in his hand was already twisted and deformed.