The Anarchic Consort

Enwei and Shi, the art of the king since ancient times.

Helian Weiwei saw this scene in his eyes, and he did not say anything. He only hooked his lips. This trip to the Lingyin Temple is probably not as quiet as the wish of the Emperor.

"Missy." Helen Weiwei just wanted to enter the room to eat, and was screamed by a slap in the face.

That is not someone else, it is the close-knit prostitute who is waiting for Su Yanmo around the year, Xiaolian.

She slowly walked over to Helen Weiwei, wearing a long pink dress, and the satin on the outside, although not very beautiful, but it was developed for a long time. Style.

This is just a jealousy, but it can be eaten better than her true Helian.

"Missy, Madame, you know that you were driven out of the family. I felt uncomfortable in my heart. I didn't bring much money on my body. I ordered a slave to send you some jewelry. The lady said, you are also getting married, you need these things."

It is worthy of being with the big sister beside Mrs. Su, who clearly harbors disdain, but the words are decent.

Helen Weiwei did not immediately pick up the jewelry bag on her hand, only smiled and smiled, like carelessly: "How many years have you been in the country?"

Xiaolian apparently did not expect that she would ask such a question, but a slight glimpse, and then replied: "The slaves have been in the country for almost eight years."

Is it not eight years?

At the age of seven, my mother died.

The country’s shackles were easy to change, and Sue’s power was in power. Although she was alive, she was raised into a waste of nothing.

If you look at the enemy, you can’t report it.

It turns out that it has been eight years since...

Helen Weiwei took a deep breath and seemed to have a slight difference in the coolness of the breath. The more she laughed, the more harmless she laughed: "I will accept these jewelry, go back and tell Mrs. Su, Said that Helen Weiwei thanked her for taking care of her for so many years."

Xiaolian wrinkled her eyebrows and looked at the back of Helian Weiwei. She always felt that the other person had something to say in her words, but carefully thought about the work of this waste before, Xiaolian was relieved, she is not without Hearing and hearing about the recent deeds of Helen Weiwei, but let her how powerful she is, she has not grown up in the practice of pedestrians, so that the temper of disregarding is the easiest way to follow people. Some martial arts talents, the rest of the things are not at all.

Just like such a little girl, I dare to go to Miss Jiaoer, and I just don’t know how to live.

In the past, the wife disdain to deal with her, because the simple killing, let this gimmick live in the clouds.

Now this girl does not want to live like this, then her death will come.

Xiaolian hangs down, and the eyes are full of poison.

"lady."

"Ok."

Su Yanmo walked in the crowd and walked slowly. Xiaolian leaned over and his voice was low: "The slave has given the jewel box to the girl according to the lady's instructions. It is as expected by the lady. For the money, the girl. It will never be rejected."

Su Yanmo turned the beads in his hand, and the setting sun fell, covering the glory of the temple, and the night gradually shrouded. The temple after the rain seemed to have a little bit of gloom.

After Su Zhai, according to the rules of the past years, the students can rest, or they can go to other hospitals to burn incense and ask for marriage.

After the completion of the imperial princess, it is the gazebo to enjoy poetry.

Helen Weiwei just walked to the room where she lived, and took the teapot on the wooden table. When I wanted to pour the glass of water, I heard a knock on the outside.

I opened the door and saw that Shen Wenyi, who was riding a carriage with her today, was standing outside the door, holding an umbrella in her hand and changing her clothes. The voice was heavy: "Sister, it’s time to start..."

It’s a torrent of rain.

All the students had to put on the cloak and bring the paper umbrella into the hall. They were indifferent to the gods, but the students were waiting outside. The Emperor was not so unreasonable, seeing the rain outside. The situation was so big, and she simply told Sun Gonggong to call everyone to the partial hall, and they also drowned in the province.

The little **** who passed the message was the one who arranged the carriage for Helian Weiwei. He shook his head: "It’s a bad thing. How is this rain under this year? I have never seen such a big rain."

"It's not a rain, you are too bizarre." The other one did not agree.

The little eunuch's nephew turned and turned around, and there was something wrong with it: "Where is it outrageous, look at the trees when you come, the roadside trees. So the rough is broken. According to the folks, this is a sign of great evil."

"Really?" The man looked around and always felt cold.

The little **** sighed: "In general, women are not allowed to enter the temple, but these ladies are all golden bodies. They should not have any problems. I am afraid that some people will take the cre The Buddha and the Buddha are rushing."

"It makes a lot of sense to say this."

Under the eaves, two people are embarrassed and will inevitably be heard.

Under such an atmosphere, no matter whether it is a man or a woman who always wants to talk about gossip, it just happens to take this as an introduction. The more you say, the more you are interested, the more you say the more outrageous.

Helen Weiwei stood on one side, leaning on the window, looking at the heavy rain outside, and wrinkled the frown.

I don't know if it's a bad weather. From the beginning, Helen Weiwei felt that since I entered the temple, I felt a little touched.

Probably the original meditation and sleep, and the voice of his owe, she is really not used to it.

This time it was not because he wanted to practice, but that the devil and the Buddha were in the same place...

"Sister, the emperor is coming out soon, you are looking at it." Shen Wenxi stood on the side of Helen Vivi and whispered: "Don't forget what I gave you."

Helen Weiwei faintly sighed, followed and stood up straight.

The wooden door opens.

The abbot presided over the Taishanghuang group of people and walked out. He folded his hands together and could not see the temper when he first entered the mountain. Instead, he was a master of style and compassion: "Ami Tofo, good and good, too emperor and one heart to the Buddha, I am very fortunate in Buddhism."

"The master has a lot of fun." Taishanghuang also folded his hands together, and returned a gift to the abbot. The smile on his lips seemed very tolerant.

The abbot hosted a laugh and continued to lead the way: "According to your habits every year, the old man has already prepared the spring tea, you please."

"I am also old, the love of the masters here is quiet, this time there are more people, the master can not be bothered." Taishang Huang said, while walking outside: "Masters also give a look, which one here The girl’s life is good, and my grandson must be settled.”