His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 271

The few who spoke had come in over the past few years, and two, like Qian Mi, were lay disciples who had been arranged by their parents to exercise here.

Qian Mi patted each of their heads: "Do training when you have time, don't be curious about other people's affairs all day long."

Several junior brothers felt pain and touched the top of their heads.

Just then, there was the sound of the door opening.

Qian Miao turned her head to look over, stunned, then lowered her head, and then slowly rolled up the corners of her lips.

Couldn't stop laughing.

After two seconds, he couldn't help but look forward again, and then smiled again.

The grey robe was over his body, and it was two yards too small. The hem of the garment, which should have reached the ankle, only reached the middle of his calf. The sleeve was longer than his hand because of its design, so it was suitable for him. . The loose robe became a slim fit on his body, so he simply didn't close it up, let it spread out, and just wear it as a coat. He was tied with a black belt, and when he walked steadily, he had the temperament of an ancient warrior.

The inappropriate robe weakened his innate awe-inspiring aura, forming a contrasting cuteness.

This dress reminded her instantly of the samurai of R country and the Warring States period, and she couldn't help but imagine that he was wearing a "Tsukiyo" hairstyle - the kind of samurai hairstyle with shaved middle hair.

It was this brain supplement that made her laugh.

Looking at it again, I couldn't help but imagine the appearance of others with a tuft of beard.

Now, there is only one sword left.

She pursed her lips and forcibly held back her smile without success.

"Yeah, why did you take such a small one?" A little monk accused the little monk just now.

The little monk scratched his head: "I took the wrong robe and took mine..."

"Senior brother, take it off, and I'll get you a new one."

Feng Xian looked at the girl who lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were soft: "No, that's fine."

It doesn't matter if you can make her smile, it's funny.

Qian Miao noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, and got up: "Let's go to dinner first."

Although the vegetarian meal in the temple was bland, she missed it for so long.

Feng Xian followed her to the place to eat - Wuguantang.

There are rules for monks to eat meals, they cannot speak, and they cannot waste food. They must sit upright and have a serious attitude.

Under such a rule, the meal is also used up quickly.

The abbot seemed to be very interested in Feng Xian, and left him to chat for a while after the meal.

Qian Mi leaned against the big red pillar and occasionally glanced inside the hall.

In a quiet moment, a little monk suddenly came running, his face hurried.

"Senior sister, it's not good, your things have been stolen."

Qian Miao's eyelids sank: "Stolen?"

She glanced at Feng Xian in her eyes, and then walked over.

When she came to the room where Feng Xian put things, she glanced at the table. As expected, Feng Xian's backpack was taken apart, and it was empty. The snacks and gifts for Master were gone.

"Senior sister, when I came over just now, I saw that man fleeing in the direction of the back mountain. He was wearing a red long shirt and jeans. He was quite short but had a broad back. He should be a man. Wow, he ran well. Fast, fast, and in just one swipe, I ran over and couldn’t see anyone, the problem is that the road can only be climbed over the wall, and the wall is three meters high, and the thief’s skills are really good.”

Qian Mi walked over and picked up a tuft of hair from the table, her expression was like this: ▼_▼