But now that the task can't be completed, it doesn't matter where you go.

Xue Qing gave a secret glance at Yan Ge, and went on to say, "Yangyang, I am so big and rarely go out of the capital. If I can go outside with you to see, I have no regrets in my life."

When the man just talked to the housekeepers, even if he was planning his wedding, his voice was cold and there was no emotion.

But at this moment, it is clear that he is not too young, but he is still posing as a grudge.

Can't think she's soft-hearted after seeing it?

It's old bacon again!

Yan Ge's neck was uncomfortable and he was too lazy to talk to him.

The area where the Xuanwu emperor had slapped his neck was very serious, and it was not suitable for going out.

Yange spent the day on the couch.

Xue Qing stayed with her throughout the process, feeding her with honey water, feeding her with medicine, and even feeding her to eat.

Later, he took a leisure, and he took a drawing board and painted her leaning on the couch.

Yan Ge took a curious look.

This man Dan Qing is good, the beauty in the painting is lazy and charming, it is just a hooky fairy.

It really paints the essence of her body.

So this afternoon, Yan Song was reading, and Xue Qing was painting.

Xue Qing did not go to the early morning the next day.

He had breakfast with Yange, and as soon as the city gate opened, he took Yange out of the city and went to Lingyin Temple outside the city to burn incense.

Said to be burning incense, mainly to take Yange to go green to eat vegetarian fast.

Take her out for a walk and save her from being bored in Xue Fu and want to declare Emperor Xuanwu.

Su Zhai of Lingyin Temple is particularly famous, but such identity as Yange has never been eaten.

However, such things as eating and drinking don't make much sense to Yange. Xue Qing really couldn't please Yange.

When leaving Lingyin Temple, something unexpected happened.

An old monk blocked the way of Yange and had to count for her.

Neither Yange nor Xue Qing is a believer in ghosts and gods.

Naturally do not want to talk to old monks.

But the old monk stuck in front of the words and said "Amitabha Buddha" aloud.

"The donor, it is a destiny to meet. It is a pity to miss it. It is worthwhile to make a divination with a hundred yuan."

Words of Song: ...

An old monk's divination, isn't this going across?

And one hundred and two silver came out of the mouth, obviously still buying strong and selling strong.

Do you think that she and Xue Qing are both wearing sheep's skin? ?

If it weren't for the old man's age, Yan Ge really wanted to kick him away.

Xue Qing was impatient and gave the old monk a cold glance: "Get away."

"Amitabha, why do n’t the donor get angry. The old lady only shows the female donor the hexagram. Even if the donor is angry, the old lady will not look at you."

Words of Song: ...

How do you think this old monk's painting style is very strange.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at the wrinkle on the old monk's face: "I have no money."

Old monk: "Amitabha, the bracelet on the female donor's hand can barely reach a hundred and twenty silver."

...

This bracelet looks like Xue Qing put it on specially for her this morning.

The old monk was very sharp-eyed, and quite knowledgeable.

Yan Ge replied casually: "This bracelet is worth 1,222. Speaking of it, you still have to find silver for me."

The old monk raised his head and glanced at Yange: "Female donor, you are afraid of being deceived. This bracelet is worth at most 520. Otherwise, if I accept 520 for you, you don't need to find silver."

Words of Song: ...

Is this old monk silly or is she stupid?

Obviously, in the eyes of old monks, the latter is more likely.