Time is slow

   Chapter 325 Business Matters

   "What does Master want to explain?" Shao Mingyuan came over and stood beside Qiao Zhao.

  The monks of Dafu Temple are outside the world, and they have a faint connection with the royal family, so they are not afraid of the officials in the court.

   The middle-aged monk said coldly: "The brothers of Shuying'an were brutally murdered, and the life and death of Wumei Shitai is unknown. The poor monk has reason to suspect that this matter must have something to do with Miss Li."

   "The monks are merciful. No matter what Master has doubts, please ask Miss Li to treat her driver first."

   "Does the donor have to interfere in the affairs of our Dafu Temple?"

   Shao Mingyuan turned around and fixedly looked at the middle-aged monk: "Master is wrong, this is actually a matter of Shuying'an."

   Even if Shuyingan and Dafuji share the same spirit, he will not let people lead by the nose. A monk temple, a nunnery, can they say that this is a family?

   The middle-aged monk was so choked by Shao Mingyuan's words that he couldn't refute.

   Shao Mingyuan has already untied the rope on Chenguang's hand and called out, "Mengguang, wake up—"

   "General Shao, help Chenguang to go to the house first." Qiao Zhao reminded.

  Shao Mingyuan supported Chenguang: "Go back to the bamboo house."

   "You can't go back to the bamboo house!"

   Shao Mingyuan looked at the middle-aged monk.

   "The donor must first diagnose and treat this person, but please see the doctor in the temple. Otherwise, if the person runs away, it will be hard to say at that time." The middle-aged monk said coldly.

   At this moment, the abbot said, "Master Hou, the guest room in the temple has everything you need, so it is more convenient to stay in the temple to see the doctor."

  Shao Mingyuan knew that there was room for things to do, and without refuting the abbot's words, he helped Chenguang into the guest room.

   "Abbot, I need a maid to help me." Qiao Zhao said calmly.

   Before waiting for the abbot to speak, the middle-aged monk said, "Don't be a benefactor!"

  Qiao Zhao glanced at him: "Master, why do you need to do this. Binglu is just a weak woman. Even if she is released, there are so many eminent monks who are afraid that she will not be able to escape?"

   "Not necessarily."

  Qiao Zhao smiled: "What is Master afraid of? Is it afraid that we will escape?"

   She looked around at the monks, and her eyes finally fell on the middle-aged monk: "Then Master is even more worried. If we want to escape, with General Shao around, who can stop us?"

   As soon as these words came out, the scene was quiet, and many monks showed shame and anger.

   This female benefactor looks down on the monks in the temple too much, right? Yet this seems to be true-

  Qiao Zhao was sure that the monks would react this way, and changed his tone: "But General Shao will not do this, and there is no need to do it. Master's worry is unnecessary."

   After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the abbot: "What does the abbot think?"

   Shao Mingyuan, who did not know when to return, stood not far away and smiled quietly when he heard the girl's words.

   It turned out that Miss Li thought so, he always thought she thought she was stupid.

   "Release this female donor." The abbot said.

   "Abbot—" the middle-aged monk shouted with an unhappy expression.

   "Don't say it, junior brother. Miss Li is right. People are already here, so don't be in a hurry. It won't be too late to ask tomorrow."

   Qiao Zhao untied the rope on Ice Green's hand and led her into the guest room.

   Shao Mingyuan followed silently.

   "Girl, will something happen to the morning light?"

   "Don't make trouble for now." Qiao Zhao took a pulse for Chenguang and asked Binglu, "Is he injured?"

   "Yes, there is a wound on the back."

  Qiao Zhao raised his eyes: "General Shao, please turn the morning light over, with your back facing up."

   Shao Mingyuan did as he was told.

  Qiao Zhao calmly stretched out his hand and lifted the morning light clothes, revealing the strong back of the young man.

   Shao Mingyuan's eyebrows jumped.

   Sure enough, he thought too much, Miss Li treated all patients equally.

  Binglu covered his mouth and cried, "Girl, you must cure Chenguang. He became like this to protect his maidservant."

  Qiao Zhao's eyes fell on Chenguang's back where the wounds were staggered, and he sighed: "It's really serious."

   She stretched out her white and lustrous fingers and gently landed on a wound that was rolled out: "And it's festering here."

   "Is it possible that the suppuration will die—" Binglu's face suddenly turned pale.

  Qiao Zhao smiled at her: "It's possible to die with pus, but not with me."

   Her little maid was obviously moved, how could she break her heart.

   Shao Mingyuan was also stunned by that gentle smile.

  He was sure that confident girls are cute.

   "General Shao?"

   Shao Mingyuan suddenly returned to his senses: "Miss Li called me?"

   "Any clean daggers?"

   Shao Mingyuan bent down and took out a dagger from his trouser leg and handed it over: "This dagger has not been used before."

  Qiao Zhao took it and instructed Binglu, "Bring the oil lamp on the windowsill."

   "Girl, oil lamp."

  Qiao Zhao took out his dagger and burned it on the flames, leaned over and called out his name in Chenguang's ear.

   "What is the girl doing?" Binglu looked puzzled.

   Shao Mingyuan didn't say anything and watched silently.

  Qiao Zhao straightened up and said to Binglu, "Prepare hot water and a clean soft towel."

  The guest room is specially designed for pilgrims to rest, and these things are naturally readily available.

   Seeing that Binglu had everything ready, Qiao Zhao shoved the dagger back into Shao Mingyuan's hand: "General Shao is quick, please cut this place down."

   "Cutting meat?" Ice Green exclaimed, "This, this—"

   Before he finished speaking, Shao Mingyuan had already raised his knife and cut off the pus on Chenguang's back.

   A patch of red oozes from the wound.

   Chenguang groaned, and a hand hanging by the bed suddenly grabbed the hem of Qiao Zhao's skirt.

  Qiao Zhao ignored this and quickly stabbed the silver needle around the wound, and the blood that was seeping quickly stopped. She was engrossed in dealing with Morning Light's wound, and her forehead was gradually covered with fine beads of sweat.

   Shao Mingyuan took out the handkerchief and handed it to Binglu, motioning her to wipe the sweat for Qiao Zhao.

  Qiao Zhao gave Shao Mingyuan a quick glance and nodded his thanks.

  Two quarters of an hour passed, everything was finally handled properly, Qiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to grab his skirt.

   Chen Guang, who was in a deep coma, held on tightly, unable to pull it out.

  Qiao Zhao pulled hard, quite helpless.

  Binglu hurriedly said: "Girl, let the maid come!"

   After waiting for so long, there is finally a place for her.

   Before Qiao Zhao could stop her, the little maid grabbed her girl's skirt and pulled it out, and she heard a thorn, and a piece of Qiao's skirt was torn off.

   "Uh, it's broken." Binglu was at a loss for a moment.

   Qiao Zhao was dumbfounded.

if not? Cloth is not made of stone!

   Shao Mingyuan silently looked at the sky.

  Well, when Chenguang recovers, he will take care of this kid, but he has never taught him to hold on to the girl's skirt and not let go.

   "Gu, girl, I'm sorry." The little girl who knew she was in trouble lowered her head in shame.

  Miss Qiao was the most calm, she brushed off her skirt and said, "Tell me about your situation these days."

  Well, he has stripped naked in front of him anyway, and now it's just a broken skirt, it doesn't matter at all, it's still the most important thing.

   The double seems to be over soon, please ask for a monthly pass.

   (end of this chapter)