The Prime Minister Seduced Me to Give Birth

The eyes of the old monk next to him are still closed, "Six reincarnations, naturally there is an afterlife."

Wanyan Zhang didn't believe in these things before, but after being reborn, he had to believe some things.

Perhaps it was because the moon was too beautiful, Wanyanzhang suddenly had a desire to talk to the old monk, and he murmured, "Why, isn't the person you found the person you were looking for?"

He didn't think the old monk could understand him, and there should be no one in this world who could understand him.

He just wanted to say what was in his heart.

The old monk said, "Perhaps the time has not come, the donor just needs to be patient."

Wanyan Zhang murmured: "The time has not come, wait patiently?"

maybe.

He turned to the old monk and said, "Thank you, Master, for enlightening me."

The old monk shook his head gently, "The poor monk is not a master, just an ordinary monk."

"However, the poor monk has a piece of advice to give to the donor."

"There are trade-offs in life. A donor can't have everything. If you get one, you will lose the other. Think carefully about what you want."

After the old monk finished speaking, he got up and walked away slowly.

Wanyanzhang watched the moon for a long time alone, and the night was dewy, so he went back to his room and went to sleep.

From this day on, Wanyanzhang went back to the temple on the mountain to rest at night. During the day, when the little girl came out to mow hogweed or wash clothes, he would watch from a distance.

Sometimes, he would still lie on the big tree in front of Jiang's house.

He didn't know what timing the old monk said, he only knew that he wanted to find her, no matter how long he waited.

Ten days passed in a flash, and on this day Wanyan Zhang was lying on the tree again, closing his eyes and resting, when he suddenly heard a sharp scolding coming from the room.

"You mortal star, you can't do such a little thing well, you know how to eat every day..."

Wanyanzhang frowned, this old lady of the Jiang family opened her mouth very viciously, either scolding this or that, and the little girl was often scolded by her, even when he lay on the tree, he felt noisy.

"Sangmen Xing, kill my big man, little bitch..."

Wanyanzhang suddenly turned over from the tree and sat up, even if the little girl was not Gu Yunjiao, but she had the same face as Gu Yunjiao, how could she scold the old woman like that!

He jumped up on the roof and saw the old woman standing in the yard with her hips on her hips, still chattering.

Wanyan Zhang grabbed a tile and shot at the old woman's face.

Zhou Shi was scolding vigorously when something suddenly slapped her face heavily, with such a force that she howled and immediately fell on her back.

When the people in the room came out to take a look, Zhou was lying on the ground with blood all over his face.

Two of his front teeth fell on the ground, his lips were red and swollen, and his nose and mouth were bleeding.

Looking at the ground again, I don't know where a broken tile came from.

The Jiang family looked around and saw nothing.

Naturally, Wanyanzhang would not stand on the roof stupidly and leave after teaching Zhou Shi a lesson.

Zhou's mouth was swollen, and it was difficult to open his mouth, but the Jiang family was quiet for a few days.

This day, the little girl came out to mow the hogweed with a basket as usual.

Wanyanzhang was lying on a big tree not far away, and now he was very clear about the little girl's daily movements, and he had been waiting here for a long time.

The little girl cut a basket full of hogweed, put down the hatchet, and picked up wild flowers.

Wanyan Zhang on the tree closed his eyes and almost fell asleep.

At this moment, his ears moved, and suddenly he heard a thin whimper-like sound.