On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu asked the abbot again about the furnishings in his room, and the abbot answered them one by one.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Do they have any hidden tricks?"

"That's not true," Yan Ruyu replied, "the furnishings in my yard and the layout of my room are the same as yours."

The abbot was also stunned for a moment, and then he was relieved: "Oh, they will save trouble, then we can just stay in a hotel."

Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "This description is suitable, staying in a hotel."

"But why did they let us stay in a hotel? Besides, we think it's normal, but it's strange that the ancients had such thinking."

The abbot was speechless for a moment: "Then, what's the conspiracy in this? Also, I think that woman..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his voice: "Someone is here, let's talk later."

After hurriedly ending the call, Yan Ruyu also exited the space and turned to look at the yard. No one came to her yard.

The hotel, the same courtyard, the same room, these thoughts kept lingering in her mind.

There must be something hidden in this.

Also, Shen Huaixin was about to be convinced by that woman, but as soon as the woman appeared and interrupted his mood, the situation was reversed.

What is the identity of that woman?

Yan Ruyu looked out of the window at this manor. Based on her understanding of Shen Huaixin from Huo Changhe, she always felt that this manor was not in line with Shen Huaixin's style.

Shen Huaixin is particular and demanding, that's for sure, but this manor is full of exquisite details that women can understand.

For example, Yan Ruyu could not tell the color of the flower arrangement in the vase, but the shape of the flower arrangement was quite beautiful, and it was not done randomly.

There are also flower shelves in the courtyard, stone table placement, etc.

It's obvious that this is a guest house. Shen Huaixin is demanding and selfish. He only cares about his own place and doesn't care about other places.

Yan Ruyu guessed that this should be the handiwork of that woman.

From this point of view, the weight of that woman is even greater. Shen Huaixin will listen to what she says, and the manor will be given to her as soon as it is said to be handed over.

While he was thinking, a dark shadow came over and fell outside the window. Yan Ruyu smiled unconsciously and opened the window.

The myna swooped in and landed on the table. Yan Ruyu fed it with something.

"Qiniang, Qilang is angry and unhappy."

Yan Ruyu laughed dumbly. She could guess that she had shaken Huo Changhe and ended up following Shen Huaixin's people here.

It's strange that Huo Changhe wouldn't be angry.

But it was done, and Huo Changhe would not ruin her plan, so he had to let her go.

Yan Ruyu nodded Ba Ge's head: "Okay, I understand. You tell him, don't be angry. I'm fine. I will make up for it when I go out."

Starling's little eyes rolled: "Kiss?"

Yan Ruyu was startled and couldn't help laughing: "You're such a ghost."

"Qiqibaba, Xiaoba is also a flower." Bago tilted his head and said.

"Hey, do we, Xiaolan, think we are beautiful?" Yan Ruyu smiled again, "Okay, then I will find a girlfriend for you in the future."

When Bage was full, Yan Ruyu thought for a while and whispered: "Go and see the abbot first to see what's going on there, and tell him that a message will come in half an hour."

She couldn't find the abbot, so he had to take the initiative to talk to her. The situation in this place was unknown, so it was necessary to talk to her every half an hour.

Bage flapped his wings and left, while Yan Ruyu sat and waited for news.

It turned out that Huo Changhe was outside, but now that Brother Ba came to deliver the letter, Yan Ruyu felt more confident.

She is calm, but the abbot is not calm.

While he was on the phone with Yan Ruyu, the abbot heard movement outside and quickly exited the space. As soon as he stood up, someone from outside came in with a tray.

A gust of fragrant wind floated over, and the woman in front of me smiled like a flower. She was really charming.

The abbot's heart was beating fast. Looking at this strange woman, he had a bad feeling and subconsciously took a step back.

The woman was different from the one seen in the front hall, but she had the same charming charm, her brows and eyes were flowing, as if there were waves, and she seemed to have two small hooks that could draw out people's souls.

The abbot's heart beat faster.

Her voice was slightly thin, as gentle as a warbler: "Sir, you have worked hard all the way, so please eat some flower cakes. This is made by my own hands. You can try it."

The tips of her ten fingers were as white and tender as onions, holding a piece of flower cake that had been opened, the red filling, and the white and tender hands, which looked fragrant and beautiful together.

The abbot's head was dizzy, but he did not forget that the hair cover on his head was fake.

I always chant Buddha in my heart, sometimes looking for Tang Monk, sometimes looking for Dou Zhan Holy Buddha, constantly reminding myself that the woman in front of me is the White Bone Demon.

What she held in her hand was not something delicious. The red flowers in her hands were clearly blood brain flowers.

Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.

He pushed the woman's hand away: "I don't want to eat."

The woman was stunned, her smile froze for a moment, but she was not annoyed and said with a smile: "How about some tea? My family is also very good at making tea."

Before the abbot came home, she sat down at the tea table and started making tea.

The tea also smells good, and when the fire warms it up, the fragrance of the woman becomes even stronger.

The abbot felt even more dizzy and his eyes were a little blurry. The woman smiled at him.

"What's your name?" he heard himself ask.

"The slave's tea knowledge."

"Chazhi? It's an interesting name," the abbot took a step forward.

Cha Zhi smiled lightly, his eyebrows were curved, and his long eyelashes trembled, like a fluffy moon, which made his heart itch.

"Sir, come on, come and see how your tea-making skills are?"

The abbot couldn't help but walk over there. When he was almost in front of the tea table, a black shadow came over and stopped outside the window.

The wings seemed to touch the edge of the window.

There was a "pop" sound. It was not loud, but it frightened the abbot.

This shock caused his legs to weaken, and his body swayed slightly, hitting the tea table, causing his bones to hurt.

This time, I was completely awake.

The abbot gritted his teeth and hissed, and Chazhi quickly stood up.

"Sir, are you okay? Can I please take a look?"

After saying that, he reached out his hand to help.

The abbot pushed her away: "No, you can't die."

While talking, he pushed open the window, and myna landed on the branch outside the window. He tilted his head and said nothing, and his little eyes rolled around.

The abbot took a deep breath of cool air to disperse the hot fragrance in the room.

"I don't want to drink tea. You can leave. I didn't tell you not to come."

The words were spoken in an extremely blunt manner, with no hint of tact. Cha Zhi's face was stiff and he couldn't hold back his smile.

"gentlemen……"

He rolled his eyes and was about to cry, but before the tears could accumulate, the abbot said, "It's useless to cry. I hate women crying the most. I want to slap them when I cry."

Cha Zhi: "..."

Neither soft nor hard ones worked, so she had no choice but to leave first.

As soon as she left the courtyard, the abbot immediately called Brother Batsu in.

Bage tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then the abbot asked in a low voice: "Where are you from? Have you seen Ruyu?"

“Oh yo yo, the slave’s tea is delicious, but the slave’s family is so scary~”

Abbot: "..."