The Consort is Sick, We Must Pamper Her

"Female donors, I don’t know if your government can send her to other places. Our Shangqing Guan has a century-old reputation. From before to now, this has never happened. The poor nun is really worried, if anything else. When she is pregnant, then we can see the reputation of Shangqing, I am afraid it will be destroyed in one time." Master Jingmian said.

"Pregnant...pregnant?" Mrs. Feng stroked her chest and panted. The melon was too big, and she almost didn't choke to death: "Master, this... can't you talk nonsense?"

"The poor nun is a monk, and she has no grievances and hatreds against her. Why should the poor nun talk nonsense? Just because she has been there frequently now, pregnancy will be a matter of time, female donor, can your master let her change place? Master Jing Mian said too.

"Master, don't worry, first tell me what the **** is going on, she... how could she have something to do with the monk in the Long'an Temple next door?" Mrs. Feng said quickly.

"What else, the nature is like this!" Master Jing Mian ridiculed too much.

I told Chu Yue about cooking over there in the past, and snorted: "It was cooking, but I didn't know what was done. The monk over there gave her Diaoqiu and gave her For her good charcoal, some time ago, I called the doctor to come over to see her doctor. Look at her current fox-meizi, so many people? The monk next door's credit is essential."

"God...God." Mrs. Feng patted her chest again, shocked to no avail.

She didn't expect that this time she came over and received such horrible news. It was... it was a challenge to her three views and lower limits.

The princess... She actually has a private relationship with the monk in Long'an Temple?

Mrs. Feng was breathing fast, so she was slow, she had to be slow, and after that breath was relieved, she eagerly grasped and reluctantly said: "Master, can all you say is true?"

"The poor nun is a monk, and the poor nun doesn't slander, and these things are not a secret in the Qing Dynasty. Last time we had a disturbance about this matter. We couldn't keep her, but she cried and made trouble. Hanging herself, she wanted to die and fainted. In the end, we could only apologize and apologize to her." Master Jing Mian said it was very sick.

Obviously there is adultery, but he was forced to go and bow her head!

Mrs. Feng stabilized her mind and asked, "So maybe it was really cooking in the past?"

"Cooking? Don't laugh, don’t be a hostess, although the poor nun doesn’t know who she is, but with her delicate appearance, I am afraid that she is a master who has not touched the sun since she was a child. Her maid can’t cook. On the contrary, she passed by? The female donor said that there is no secret here, do you believe it?" Master Jingmian said.

Naturally, Mrs. Feng didn't believe it. The princess was the first lady in the prime minister's house. Even if the birth mother had passed away, the mother would not be reused, but she would not be able to cook.

The eldest lady in the prime minister's house had to wash her hands and make soup herself. This spread out to the steplady in the prime minister's house to make people laugh out of her teeth?

So it's impossible for the princess to cook, so how can she cook for the monk in the past?

This is really an excuse that can be broken in one click.

"Female donor, she has committed such a big mistake, can she go to a place nearby to meditate and repent?" Master Jingmian was still worried about this.

Madam Feng stuffed another two silver coins and went over: "Master, you must not talk about this. This is a rumor, and I don't believe in the old slave."

Master Jingmian was taken aback, you obviously believed it, and you still didn't believe it.

But looking down at the two silver coins, he smiled and said, "Since the female donor doesn't believe it, there is nothing to say about the poor nun. If she wants to live, let her live."

"Madam, does she have to go there every day?" Mrs. Feng asked.

"If you don't believe it, the poor nun will come and call you tomorrow morning. If you follow the poor nun and hide, you will be able to see it." Master Jing Mian said.

So early the next morning, Master Jingmian came to call for Mrs. Feng, and Mrs. Feng was warm, so she followed and brought a maid.

Then I saw it together and went to Long'an Temple in a good mood.

"You believe the female donor this time," said Master Jingmian.

This place does not belong to Long'an Temple, and no one in black will find that she has brought people over to grab evidence.

Granny Feng is now eager to insert her wings and go back to tell her concubine.

But I also looked at Master Jingmian: "Master is a smart person, so I might as well tell Master Taiming, this matter must not be made public, otherwise it will be a question of whether Shangqing Buddhism can remain."

Master Jingmian's expression changed, and she quickly said: "Don't worry, the female benefactor, the poor nun is a monk, and she won't chew her tongue."

"I'll go back and report to the master, if there is a result, I will call someone over to send a message to the teacher." Old lady Feng said anxiously.

But no matter how anxious she was, when she returned to the palace, it was already night, and King Qin's side concubine was resting in peace.

But Mrs. Feng couldn't wait for a quarter of an hour.

"What's the matter, the one who came here in the middle of the night to disturb." King Qin's side concubine also knew her close-in-law, so she summoned her and said lightly.

"Side concubine, big thing, big thing!" Old lady Feng said excitedly.

Concubine side was moved, watching her and said: "Say."

Mrs. Feng asked about Master Jingmian's wife, and said it again, and the side concubine Qin was stunned: "She, she, the eldest daughter of the prime minister's residence, has committed herself to the monk in exchange for money and food and steals her life? How is this possible?"

"Side concubine, this is true. The old slave and the old lady Yang went to see the teacher in person. Early in the morning, she wore the Diaoqiu that the monk gave her and went to the back mountain of Long'an Temple. When I went, the teacher was too afraid that she would be pregnant, so he wanted to drive her along.” Feng said.

"Pregnant...pregnant?" Before the melon in front was eaten, another such big one came, and the side concubine Qin's eyes widened. This reaction was the same as that of Granny Feng before.

"That's it, sooner or later." Mrs. Feng said.

King Qin's side concubine raised her hand and said, "Don't talk about it first, let your concubine first understand."

In the middle of the night, the news was amazing.

If the princess really dared to do such a thing, then she would be finished in this life, and now the prince was only still out of anger, so he sent her out of the mansion, which would be regarded as a look at the prime minister's mansion.

But she is the eldest daughter of the prime minister's residence. Even if the prince is angry with the prime minister's mansion, she will be shoddy, but sooner or later she will have to bring people back.

But if the princess has a big belly when picking up people, then...

King Qin’s side concubine smiled sarcastically, and she had an idea in her heart. He looked at Granny Feng and said, “Sell someone to talk to the teacher too. This is just her arrogance and it’s not true. We trust the concubine, and we don’t. Do not know at all!"

"Yes." Mrs. Feng immediately understood, smiled and nodded, and said: "Side concubine, the old nun is a greedy for money."

"Give her a hundred taels of silver and let her close her mouth." King Qin's side concubine sneered and said calmly.

"The old slave will send someone over." Mrs. Feng responded.