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"Liu Yun, don't be rude." After scolding, Ling Zihan knocked her knuckles on the table with her backhand, and turned to the second lady who was watching the show with squinted eyes, "Second lady, since the fourth sister insists, why not let him do it first?

Fourth sister, let’s take a look and calculate what kind of husband the fourth sister can marry. If so, can we ask him to do the math for us?”

"Miss Third, the idea is good." Du Mengxian turned her head with a distant smile. She looked at Ling Zihan for a while, with a deep meaning in her eyes, which had two extreme meanings in the eyes of different people. Turning her eyes, she started to paint

Her eyebrows, which were just perfect, looked domineering, and she glanced at the monk who was already a little untenable. He suddenly snorted, "I'll give you a chance. If you like it, I won't pursue it. If you don't, I'll beat you to death with a stick!"

"This...I..." After trembling for a few times, the cowardly fake monk thought of all the temptations that would come after the matter was completed, and he bravely bowed and agreed. Thinking that he and Ling Xiu were in the same boat anyway,

If I make a mistake, she will help me cover up the lie, which gives me more confidence.

Clearing his throat, he walked up to Ling Xiu, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, poor monk... look at the almsgiver's face." Seeing Ling Xiu's eyes filled with disgust, he swallowed a dry mouthful and stretched out half of his hand.

He retracted and said, "Just let the lady write a word!"

Ling Xiu picked up the pen and wrote the character "HAN", glanced at Ling Zihan who was sitting in the seat, and deliberately shook the piece of paper to show her.

The calligraphy is a bit ugly, but it can be seen that it is copied from the font practiced by the senior brother. If the senior brother knew about it, he would probably vomit blood. Of course, if Ling Xiu knew that Ling Zihan was thinking about this, she would be the one who vomited blood.

"Master, please take a look." Ling Xiu looked at the monk eagerly and hinted frequently.

But this monk is a half-way monk, so of course he can't read words and tell fortunes. Even if he is a regular monk, judging from his intelligence, he can only learn a little bit at most. But he is quite good at acting, pretending to hold the paper and touch it.

He stared at his chin for a long time, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Congratulations to the little benefactor, there is water in the word. The benefactor will be harmonious as a husband and wife in the future, like a fish in water." After reciting Amitabha again, he pointed to the right half of Han and continued, "This half is the prime minister of the prime minister. The two on the side represent the ability to match the prime minister.

I will assist the country's talents together with you. The benefactor's ideal husband must be on the same level as the Prime Minister."

The monk followed Ling Xiu's thoughts and vaguely linked her marriage to several princes in the court.

Side by side?

Ling Zihan smiled slightly, raised her hand and looked at her beautiful nails, and said with a half-smile, "Master Jie'an's words are very interesting. I have also learned Chinese calligraphy. In my opinion, that half is Tianhe Mountain, and now the sky is pressing down on the mountain."

, it is conceivable that the person the fourth sister is going to marry is..." The prince.

Everyone guessed the person's identity without saying it clearly, but no one answered, they just looked at Ling Xiu doubtfully.

Ling Xiu was startled at first, then his expression changed, and the paper in his hand was crushed. Although the prince's position was higher than that of King Yao, the prince already had a concubine, and she was already thirty years old this year, so of course there was no

The young and handsome King Yao, who only had one concubine and several concubines, was attracted to him. When Ling Zihan said this, wasn't he teasing her about being young?

In fact, Ling Zihan was quite unjust. She was just telling the truth. Anyway, whether you believe it or not, you may or may not believe in the word test. You must follow the rules to split the words and then observe people's hearts. The answer is all together.

"My sister has also taken the test, now it's time for the third lady!" Ling Xiu suppressed her anger and handed it to the monk, indicating that he would do business. Looking at Ling Zihan again, her eyes were more aggressive and arrogant. , hiding the viciousness that flashed quickly in his eyes.

Ling Zihan watched her expression calmly, and even her hints to the maid behind her were not lost. Although she was confused, she was also on guard.

"Amitabha, let's see the third lady write a word. The poor monk will let me test it."

"corpse".

Ling Zihan took up the pen and wrote the traditional Chinese character for "corpse", and when Liu Yun handed it over, a sly smile flashed in her eyes, "Master Jie Ang, can you tell me how to interpret this word?"

"Amitabha, may I ask the lady how to write this word!"

"Just now, the second lady said that if the test is not accurate, I will beat you to death with a stick. I thought that such a corpse must be quite miserable, so I wrote it down for you to see." Ling Zihan's mouth was slightly raised, full of evil.

A cold chill shot up on Jie's forehead, but now he had no way out. He could only bite the bullet and said: "Miss's handwriting is strong and full of fierceness. It is a serious disaster and there will be a bloody disaster. There is a house above death, which means that the miss has just entered the house." Next, there will be... there will be many disasters. From this point of view, the young lady should go to the Taoist temple to avoid disasters."

"Taoist temple? Haha, Jie'an, Jie'an, are you a monk or a Taoist priest? Why don't you go to the Buddhist temple instead of the Taoist temple if I have a bloody disaster? Is it possible that before you became a monk, you were still a Taoist priest? I've heard of the dual cultivation of dragon and tiger. I’ve never heard of a Taoist monk having a family, which is interesting.”

This sentence caused a burst of laughter, and even the second lady did not hold back, covering her mouth and laughing softly.

Although she didn't understand what "Dragon and Tiger Double Cultivation" meant, Ling Zihan, who said it smoothly, still blinked her eyes slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at the monk with sharp eyes, and slowly stood up. Unknown to him, The man hiding in the dark raised his lips again because of the "dragon and tiger cultivation", and an evil thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He didn't mind trying it with her...

"Miss, the poor monk, what the poor monk said is true! This Buddhist temple and Taoist temple are both...all..."

"What are they? Why don't you say anything?"

Ling Zihan tilted her head slightly, her blood-jade eyes were shining brightly under her willow eyebrows, her lips were curved, and she seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and her expression seemed to be annoying but not annoying, which made her whole body feel chilly.

The monk's legs softened and he knelt down.

The wind became stronger and stronger, causing the gauze curtains on both sides of the cloister to flutter. The rain became heavier and heavier, and in response to the occasion, there was a rumble of thunder when the monk knelt down.

But at this moment, the maid holding the dog behind Ling Xiu suddenly screamed, and saw the snow-white pug jumping out of the maid's arms as if frightened, and rushed straight to the seat, no, towards Ling Xiu. Zihan rushed over.

The female relatives screamed in panic, and even the fake monk opened his mouth wide and gasped in shock. Ling Zihan, on the other hand, remained calm in the face of danger. She stared at her eyes and quickly rushed towards her pug. With a wave of her wide sleeves, There was a fragrance in the air that few people could detect, and it drifted towards the fake monk with his mouth open in the strong wind.

The pug suddenly turned around midway, and Ling Zihan could clearly see that the strange and sinister pride in Ling Xiu's eyes suddenly turned into unbelievable astonishment. When the monk's rough wail sounded, Ling Xiu suddenly jumped up and let out a piercing scream.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. There were several aunts and concubines who couldn't stand the excitement. They had already fainted when they saw the blood. The maid supporting them looked at the crazy pug in the corridor in horror. Its snow-white fur had already been stained with blood. …

The corridor was in chaos. The second lady, who had recovered her senses, glanced at Ling Zihan suspiciously and whispered in a cold voice: "Come here, drag this mad dog down quickly! If he bites again, someone will die!"

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[(*^__^*) Hee hee... My dear Nanzhu will make a shining debut again at the next stop~ What evil encounters and collisions will happen~]
Chapter completed!