The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Mo Yuan: "It's not cold."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Then you must be thirsty, why don't you drink some water?"

"Not thirsty."

"Hehe, you see how nice the weather is."

Mo Yuan glanced at him lightly: "You are very noisy."

Thirty thousand touched his nose and dared not speak.

Nan Feng burst out laughing.

An hour later, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain where the temple was located.

Shen Yijia opened the curtain and jumped out of the car, and saw a staircase that was only big enough for three people to walk together.

The stairs meander up with no end in sight.

Wagons and horses are naturally inaccessible, but fortunately there is a shed dedicated to the placement of carriages and horses.

I don't know if it was built by the temple people.

There were already two carriages parked inside, and Shen Yijia recognized at a glance that it belonged to the Liu family.

With this weather and the conditions of Xunyang City, it is estimated that no one other than the Liu family will come here with such leisurely pleasures.

After setting up the carriage, a group of people set foot on the stairs. They thought it was only halfway up the mountain and it would not take long to get there.

But they didn't want to use the strength of their feet to walk for an hour, and it was Shen Shi when they arrived.

Fortunately, they are all martial arts practitioners, so they don't feel tired, but they just keep walking up the stairs, which is a bit boring.

Shen Yijia imagined Liu Piao Piao's physique walking up, and suddenly understood why she looked so weird when she said she was tired.

The temple is not big, and it is even a bit shabby. The three big characters of Jing'an Temple are written on the old plaque.

But it is not surprising to think that in a place like Xunyang City, it is maintained by the incense of the people of Xunyang City.

A little monk who was sweeping the floor outside saw them, and as soon as he threw away his broom, he ran inside and shouted, "Master, someone has come to give us money again."

Shen Yijia: Little monk, you are not cute if you are so realistic.

"Get rid of the dust, don't be rude." An old monk with kind eyes walked out, his voice was gentle.

Walking in front of a few people, he folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, several donors have come from afar, I don't know if Lao Na can be of any help."

Without Song Jingchen's instructions, Nan Feng stepped forward and bowed back: "My master and my wife want to spend the night at your temple. I wonder if you can help arrange it."

After speaking, Nan Feng offered a purse with both hands: "This is the sesame oil money added by my master."

The little monk named Puchen ran over and took the money bag from Nanfeng's hand: "Of course, you can come with me."

The old monk shook his head as if helpless: "Amitabha, the wicked is disrespectful."

"No problem." Song Jingchen said the first sentence after arriving here.

Shen Yijia thought that it was not too late to look at the residence before going to Liu Piao Piao, so she did not refuse.

A group of people followed Puchen around the front hall and walked in. On the way, they encountered several monks. When they saw them, they would stop what they were doing, and then greet them politely.

However, it can be seen that there are not many monks here.

Different from the rows of rooms that Shen Yijia imagined like she was in the compound in her previous life, the dorms here are small courtyards with one room on each side.

What made her even more unexpected was that men and women should live separately. In fact, this is common sense, but she didn't know it, and Song Jingchen also forgot to mention it.

The yard for the male guests will pass first, and the female guests will come later.

Shen Yijia could only tearfully separate from Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen rubbed her little head in a funny way, and said softly, "If we don't get tired after watching the room, we'll walk around."

"Okay." Shen Yijia nodded obediently and continued to walk inside with Mo Yuan followed by Pu Chen.

The yard is fairly clean, and the room is okay, just a little small, with a kang inside and a square table in the middle.

Shen Yijia estimated that if she wanted to put something else, she might not be able to put it down.

She looked bald, and the corners of her mouth twitched on the kang with nothing on it.

Pu Chen noticed her gaze and said with a smile: "If the donor needs the temple to provide bedding, just add some sesame oil money."

Shen Yijia glanced at him, bared her teeth, and called out, "Mo Yuan."

Mo Yuan immediately put down half of Shen Yijia's big bag, which was bulging on her back. Except for a set of clothes, the rest were not bedding.

Dust off: I've learned a lot.

Shen Yijia: Fortunately, there is a tortoise-haired husband, otherwise, he will be pitted by this kid.

She even suspected that so many adults in this temple just let this little monk pick up the guests just to make money easy, because the older ones would be embarrassed!

Since I don't need myself anymore, I chanted the Buddha's name and prepared to leave.

Shen Yijia thought of something and stopped him: "Where does the female guest surnamed Liu live?"

Dust off: "In the back yard."

Shen Yijia nodded, she just looked at it, there are only three yards here, that is, the next door next door.

Mo Yuan stayed in the room to clean and make the bed, and Shen Yijia decisively chose the latter between looking for Liu Piaopiao or Song Jingchen.

Hey, little friends or something, you can find them at night, but at that time, you have to be separated from the beauty.

Song Jingchen guessed that she would not rest in the room, and had long been waiting under the hanging flower door in the female guest courtyard.

Shen Yijia saw him as soon as he went out, and trotted over: "Xianggong, I'm here."

Song Jingchen helped her close the cloak and asked, "Are you going to the Buddhist temple to worship?"

"Okay." Anyway, she was very new to everything here, and it was the same wherever she went first.

They went out along the way they had just come, and Liu Piaopiao just came back from another trail, and the two of them just missed it.

Madam Liu supported Liu Piao Piao and said distressedly: "You are really, miss, you are tired enough when you come up, why don't you want to rest in the room and have to go to the Buddhist temple to kneel for such a long time?"

They went out early and arrived just in time for lunch. After the meal, the master and the wife rested in their respective rooms.

But the young lady had to go to the Buddhist temple for some reason. The kneeling lasted nearly two hours. The previous time I came here, I didn't sleep until it got dark and have dinner.

Liu Piaopiao looked pale and shook his head: "I'm fine."

If Shen Yijia was there, she would find that Liu Piao Piao had lost a lot of weight after not seeing her for a few days. She used to be called fat, but now she can only be considered plump.

Naturally, she and Zeng lived in the same courtyard, but Zeng lived in the upper room, and she lived in the wing.

Liu Piaopiao stood outside the door of the upper room for a while. Mrs. Zeng was tired from walking. She should be resting now, and the room was quiet.

Madam Liu saw that she didn't say she would knock on the door or go back to the house, so she asked strangely, "Miss, do you want to see Madam?"

Liu Piaopiao's hand hidden in her sleeve clenched her fist secretly, and finally shook her head: "No, let mother have a good rest."

When she returned to her room, she sent Madam Liu away, and as soon as the door was closed, Liu Piaopiao slumped on the ground with all her strength.

These days, every time she closed her eyes, it was either Caiyun's pale and lifeless face, or the hand under the dark night.