Quick wear: Stunning witch lives a long life by giving birth to children

Dedicated to good deeds? how can that be possible? She came to Hanniu Temple just to do bad things.

If the old monk knew that she was here to seduce his good disciple, would he regret that he felt compassion for her and took her in today?

At dusk, Han Zhao came to her dormitory. It was obvious that he was ordered by the abbot to drive her away. He stood outside the dormitory, waiting quietly for Jiang Qingxue.

"Female donor, there are several abandoned houses not far from Hanniu Temple. The young monk can send the female donor there to stay for a while. When the female donor's bodyguard comes back, the young monk will notify him to pick you up."

Jiang Qingxue looked at him and cried with joy.

"Thank you, Master Hanzhao. I thought about it all night last night. I thought I would sell myself today and sell myself to a wealthy family as a slave. As long as I don't starve to death..."

Han Zhao's eyes were heavy and he couldn't bear to say it.

"Every few days at Hanniu Temple, someone will send vegetables, rice noodles, and noodles to the mountain. The young monk will ask someone to send some to you. It is still possible to make a living."

Jiang Qingxue wiped away her tears and went out to say hello to him.

"Hanniu Temple's great kindness will be unforgettable to Qingxue."

Han Zhao didn't speak anymore and walked in front slowly. Jiang Qingxue was carrying a baggage and followed step by step. The vacant house was not far away. Only halfway through, Jiang Qingxue was already there. Some were slightly out of breath.

Han Zhao stopped and waited for her for a moment, then silently took the furoshiki from her hand. There were two sets of changes of clothes, a few large cakes, and some gold and silver jewelry that he carried with him.

This is all her belongings.

A down-and-out princess is worse than a rich family’s cats and dogs.

These are three dilapidated thatched houses with air leakage from all sides. The doors and windows are all wide open. The beams and windows are covered with cobwebs. Fortunately, it is early summer, so they will not freeze to death here.

Jiang Qingxue's eyes darkened and she looked at Han Zhao pitifully.

"This door is broken and I'm scared at night."

Han Zhao looked around and felt that it was a little too shabby. He put the prayer beads aside, rolled up his sleeves and began to sort out the debris inside and outside the house, repair the doors, windows, and fences outside.

A thin layer of sweat slowly broke out on his fair and jade-like cheeks, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat. But after cleaning it for a long time, the house was still uninhabitable, with a pile of dirty clothes on the old bed board. of straw, and there were still several big holes in the wall that were not blocked.

Although it was summer, there were still snakes, insects, rats and ants that might enter the house. Han Zhao looked at Jiang Qingxue and saw that she was looking at him with a confused face, so he couldn't help but speed up his movements.

"The female donor, please go out first."

Jiang Qingxue walked around, but she couldn't help at all. She was holding the handkerchief and was about to make a move.

"Master Hanzhao, are you tired? Why don't you take a rest first."

Her hand caressed Han Zhao's forehead without warning.

"Shall I wipe your sweat for you?"

Han Zhao was startled and took a few steps back.

"Donor woman, don't worry, it will be healed soon."

It was getting late, and he only wanted to clean up the house as soon as possible so that Jiang Qingxue could live more comfortably, but Jiang Qingxue was only thinking about seducing him and appeared behind him from time to time.

He was busy until night fell and Han Zhao stopped.

"The young monk will come back tomorrow. The female donor will just make do with it tonight."

He felt guilty. It seemed too cruel to let a woman as beautiful as a flower live in such a place and be alone, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Jiang Qingxue eagerly sent him outside.

"Then you must come, don't lie to me."

Han Zhao asked her with some worry.

"You go in first and close the door."

Jiang Qingxue went in obediently and looked out through the crack in the door. She saw Han Zhao lingering at the door for a while before leaving in the dark.

……

At night, Fubai came as expected, and brought a roast chicken. He looked at the empty dilapidated house and said very puzzledly.

"Princess, why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid of living here?"

Jiang Qingxue picked up the roast chicken, smelled it, shook her head and said.

"I won't leave, I have something else to do, can you not show up?"

With Xiao Fuzi by her side, she wouldn't be afraid even if she lived on a grave. What's more, she was still living in a house. What was there to be afraid of?

Fubai thought the princess was crazy, so he tried to persuade her.

"Princess, do you know that you were almost scorned today? Without your subordinates by your side, you will be in danger at any time."

When Jiang Qingxue thought of what happened during the day, she couldn't help but glare at him.

"You still have the nerve to say that you ruined my good deeds today, do you know that?"

Tell him not to show up. He still dares to show up in the temple in broad daylight. If Han Zhao and the abbot find out, they will definitely get fucked up together.

How else could she get close to Han Zhao?

Really!

Fubai was even more curious, but more worried. He always felt that he couldn't understand the princess more and more.

"Princess, what do you want to do? Can you discuss it with your subordinates? I will try my best to help you."

Jiang Qingxue smiled mysteriously.

"You can't help me with this matter. I have to do it myself. Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Fubai saw that there was more determination in her eyebrows, and she looked confident. He was in a complicated mood. After so many things, the princess was no longer the little princess who only knew how to cry and lose her temper.

The princess has finally grown up.

……

At night, Fubai was worried about Jiang Qingxue, so he kept guarding the door, while Jiang Qingxue slept on a pile of broken straw. It was okay at first, but he was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.

She complained drowsily.

"Xiao Fuzi, I'm cold, please help me warm up..."

Fubai didn't fall asleep at all, he got up immediately.

"Yes, princess, I will make a fire right now..."

But why did the princess call him Little Floater?

He rubbed his forehead, still a little uncomfortable with this new title. Why did it sound so much like a eunuch in the palace?

He pushed the door open and quickly lit the fire. Jiang Qingxue felt warm and fell asleep again.

"Thank you, Xiao Fuzi."

Fubai was quite helpless.

"Hey, princess..."

It wasn't until dawn that the whiteness left. After Jiang Qingxue woke up, she took out the remaining half of the roast chicken from last night and roasted it for breakfast on the fire that had not been extinguished.

After she had eaten and drank enough, she began to tidy herself up carefully, and then sat in the yard waiting for Han Zhao. It was not until noon that Han Zhao came late.

Jiang Qingxue ran over happily.

"Master Hanzhao..."

But he saw a few young monks following him, pushing a cart of things, including quilts, rice noodles, firewood and other items.

Why did she bring so many people here? Jiang Qingxue was a little disappointed, but she still forced a smile on her face.

"Thank you, masters."

All the monks came forward and bowed.

Han Zhao also bowed slightly.

"Female donor, the young monk is late."