The Almighty Female Supporting Role of Quick Transmigration is in training

Chapter 108 The Princess and the Slave (19)

The little sweeping monk who saw someone visiting from a distance welcomed Luo Qinghuan and Gu Zihang into the meditation room. It didn't take long for the abbot of the temple to stand in front of the two of them. A mechanical noise rang in Luo Qinghuan's head. Before she had time to ask what happened to the system, a kind voice subtly covered the noise in her head.

"Amitabha, the princess and the consort are here to visit. I apologize for the poor hospitality of the poor monk."

Master Huizhi, the abbot of Jing'an Temple, was over sixty years old and had a kind face and kind eyes. Before Luo Qinghuan could express anything, Gu Zihang was already chatting with Master Huizhi very familiarly.

Huizhi looked at Gu Zihang with a smile the whole time. Although he seemed to be concentrating on talking with his friend, he was still able to accurately catch Luo Qinghuan's gaze on him, and when Gu Zihang wasn't paying attention, he was with Luo Qinghuan. relative to each other.

That gaze was as indifferent as water, but Luo Qinghuan always felt that Huizhi was looking at another person through him, and being stared at by Huizhi like this, Luo Qinghuan's heartbeat accelerated, and she lowered her eyes unnaturally.

"Princess, since you have come to Jing'an Temple, why don't you ask for a signature?"

Gu Zihang's greetings were interrupted mercilessly by the person concerned, and his complexion immediately became ugly, but Huizhi seemed to only have Luo Qinghuan in his eyes, and he was not distracted from him.

"Thank you, Master, for your kindness, but I never believe this."

"Princess is open-minded." Huizhi smiled slightly after hearing this, but was not affected by Luo Qinghuan's words. The child beside him was very sensible and handed Luo Qinghuan a bamboo tube with several slender sticks in it. The wooden stick was shaking in front of Luo Qinghuan's eyes. Luo Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and Huizhi's voice suddenly sounded in her ears again.

"Believe it or not, the poor monk will only interpret one lot today. Seeing that the princess has a strong connection with Buddha, this lot was given by the poor monk."

When Gu Zihang heard this, his expression became even more ugly.

Who doesn’t know that Master Huizhi only interprets one lot every fifteen days, and each lot is worth a thousand gold. Each lot is very accurate, and it can only be interpreted for those who are destined to do so. I don’t know how many people have begged Master Huizhi to interpret the lot for them. Huizhi The masters all walked away, but now he actually took the initiative to interpret Chu Qinghuan's signature. What does Master Huizhi mean...

For some reason, under Hui Zhi's gaze, Luo Qinghuan uncontrollably reached out to take a stick from the bamboo tube, and when she recovered, Hui Zhi had already taken the wooden stick from her hand.

Great evil.

Luo Qinghuan only took one look, and her heart suddenly contracted.

Huizhi looked at the one she had drawn and signed it, then put it on the table with a smile, so that Gu Zihang behind him wanted to read it but couldn't see the words on it.

Looking at Luo Qinghuan's sluggish face, Huizhi said softly: "You can't get what you want, and you can't see it in your dreams. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and the road is difficult and dangerous. Princess, I hope you can do whatever you want."

These two sentences lingered in Luo Qinghuan's mind for a long time. Until Huizhi left, she still stood there blankly.

Do everything as you like?

……

The peach blossoms behind Jing'an Temple were in full bloom. Gu Zihang made a special trip to bring Luo Qinghuan to the peach blossom forest here. Seeing Luo Qinghuan staring at the peach blossoms in wonder, he lowered his sleeves and threw something in the peach blossom forest. After getting out of the tree, only a cry of surprise was heard, and Luo Qinghuan coughed violently while holding on to the tree trunk.

"Ahem, son-in-law, son-in-law, my palace's, my palace's medicine..."

Although Chu Qinghuan liked peach blossoms since she was a child, the overly strong fragrance of peach blossoms would make her breathless, so the peach trees in the Princess Mansion and the Imperial Palace were planted in strict proportion, and Chu Yu asked the imperial doctor to prepare medicines to relieve symptoms. Chu Qinghuan took the pill with her, just in case.

From what Gu Zihang could see, the woman was coughing non-stop, frowning tightly as if she was feeling very uncomfortable, but when she touched her sleeve, it was empty.

"Medicine, my medicine is gone..."

"What?" Gu Zihang looked at her in surprise, "Qing Huan, what did you say?"

"My medicine..."

"Did you forget it in the carriage? Hold on, I'll go back and get it for you right away!"

Seeing that Luo Qinghuan's breathing was intermittent, she desperately grabbed her throat, unable to communicate with Gu Zihang normally, Gu Zihang paused, turned and left without hesitation.

A petal fell to the ground and was suddenly stepped on by Luo Qinghuan.

Luo Qinghuan endured her coughing and walked behind a peach tree. She bent down and picked up the familiar porcelain bottle. She skillfully unscrewed the stopper and swallowed the white pills. Her breathing became smoother immediately.

The sound of the wind in her ear made Luo Qinghuan instantly vigilant, and a silver needle with a blackened tip flew towards her, and Luo Qinghuan dodged it instinctively.

Even if he returned to the carriage, it was impossible for Gu Zihang to bring her the medicine. Even if Gu Zihang returned to this place with the medicine, Luo Qinghuan would have been poisoned to death by the poison on the silver needle.

In order to let her die, these two people really took great pains.

The silver needle sank into the tree trunk and quickly corroded the hard bark. Luo Qing looked at this scene with her eyes gradually becoming cold.

"Princess Pingyang, if you meet me, you must die today!"

The man in black who shot the poisonous needle at Luo Qinghuan sneered a few times, a silver light flashed between his fingers, he pushed the two poisonous needles with his internal force, and shot them in Luo Qinghuan's direction at a faster speed. go.

"what……"

Seeing that the woman could no longer dodge, a cyan figure suddenly flashed out and threw the woman to the ground. Once again, she just managed to dodge two poisonous needles.

Before he could laugh, the change in front of him made the man in black choke suddenly. Realizing that something was wrong, he turned around and ran away. Unfortunately, his speed was not as fast as that of a professionally trained death warrior. However, within a few seconds, he was suddenly attacked by a sudden appearance. The man who came out carried it and threw it in front of Luo Qinghuan.

Luo Qinghuan had been helped to stand up by the man in green. Because of the man's strength, the man in black had fallen to the ground in a panic. Luo Qinghuan watched coldly and kicked him over.

"what!"

The man in black's screams echoed in the peach forest, but Luo Qinghuan acted as if he hadn't heard it, and waved his hand at the man in Tsing Yi. The man in Tsing Yi immediately understood, and kicked the man in black on the ground again.

The kick of the man in Tsing Yi, who has been practicing martial arts all year round, was somewhat hostile. Now he kicked towards the man in black's abdomen, which made him unable to make a sound from the pain.

(End of this chapter)