The little fairy who is about to wear a baby is pregnant again

Ruan Ruan, who has been disliked by others one after another:...

The aunt wrinkled her face, subconsciously distanced herself, but still kindly replied: "It's the 45th year of Yongle, the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month."

Ruan Ruan was a little stunned, it was already seven years later.

"Thank you, ma'am. I made an appointment with my friend to burn incense on the 29th, but I didn't expect to forget the date."

This explanation made the aunt suddenly realize: "Oh, since you are a girl, you should go down the mountain as soon as possible. There are ferocious beasts in the evening when the clouds fall."

Another bell rang, and the aunt hurriedly said goodbye to her and entered the temple.

Ruan Ruan followed the bustling place and just when he came to the corner of a corridor, a novice came up to him: "Donor Amitabha, there are a lot of things going on in the temple these days. I'm afraid the purchase of herbs will have to be postponed for a few days."

Ruan Ruan knew clearly that she was probably a medical woman. She followed the topic and said, "It's okay. I just wanted to see the bustle in the temple. I came to take a look around and ask for a peace charm."

"The donor is trapped in a nightmare again?"

Ruan Ruan nodded quickly, "Yeah, yes."

"It seems that the effect of the Peace Talisman is limited," the novice monk said worriedly: "Wild beasts are common on the mountainside, and the donor lives here alone. It is better to wait until after the fasting meeting. If the situation persists, I will trouble the donor to come to the temple for a ritual ceremony."

Ruan Ruan clasped his hands together and raised the corners of his mouth: "Thank you, little master."

Just figure out your identity. You are now a medical woman living alone in the mountains and forests. She should be an orphan at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

After saying goodbye to the little novice monk, Ruan Ruan hummed a tune and walked around the temple.

She also wanted to find out more about the palace and Ning Min. Finding someone rashly was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In front of the treasure hall, a mage was chanting, and obscure scriptures were sung out. There were devout believers kneeling in front of the hall.

Ruan Ruan was not very interested in worshiping Buddha. She looked around the environment and found several young people who seemed to have prominent family backgrounds, so she turned around and followed them.

Behind the main hall, a tall ancient tree covered with red ropes comes into view.

There were many young men and women standing under the tree, and green smoke floated from the incense cauldron beside it.

The round-faced little novice monk was smiling from ear to ear behind the stall selling red ropes. He finally got in line to reach Ruan Ruan. He immediately made a Buddha salute: "Amitabha, donor, do you want to pray?"

Ruan Ruan glanced at the wooden blocks on the red rope: "How much does it cost?"

"Amitabha, monks only talk about fate and just donate some incense in the merit box."

Ruan Ruan couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he saw the merit box made by Liuli.

The little novice monk narrowed his eyes: "The superior donor donated thirty taels of silver. Donor, don't worry, more or less is all up to your heart."

Are you sure this isn't moral kidnapping?

She touched the purse at her waist and estimated that there was still only one tael.

For the first time, I felt that the monk looked disgusting.

This business is much more profitable than selling herbal medicine.

Ruan Ruan took out a piece of silver in full view of everyone and calmly threw it into the merit box.

The little novice monk's face was stiff, and the smile shifted to Ruan Ruan's face, "Buddha will definitely understand my difficulties and ask the little master to help me give me pen and paper."

"The brush will be returned later."

In the little novice's resentful expression, Ruan Ruan squeezed into the crowd of people writing their wishes with a red string and a brush. After drawing for a long time, she didn't know what to write. Moreover, the brush was too soft and she couldn't use it smoothly.

After being delayed for a long time, I heard a lot of gossip.

For example, someone's concubine stole the first-in-law's fiancé; someone married a concubine in the 39th house but eloped with a servant...

Ruan Ruan was eating with gusto in a melon field when the voices of the two girls suddenly became quieter. She was so anxious that she had to attach spiritual power to her ears.

After hearing it again, it became much clearer.

"...I don't know if I can meet him. I was lucky enough to meet him when I was young. It was a sight I will never forget..."

"Don't think about it. A deposed prince might still have a ring scar on his head."

"Oh, I'm just sorry, Mr. Qi..."

"Okay, the more I talk about it, the more senseless it becomes. Throw it away when you've finished writing it. The most important thing is to quickly ask Buddha to give you a wishful husband, haha..."

……

The playfulness at the girl's house attracted a lot of attention, but Ruan Ruan paused at the tip of his pen.

Ning Min, have you become a monk?

Didn't go to guard the imperial mausoleum, nor was he sent to the frontier?

Ruan Ruan carefully recalled the world background transmitted by the system, and did not mention the details of Ning Min's departure from the palace. She couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Ningguo has a vast territory, and Buddhism is the mainstream. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are "four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties".

Where does she start?

Losing interest, she drew two strokes on the red ribbon and tossed it up casually.

Ruan Ruan still wandered around after having a fast meal in the temple, hoping to find out more information.

However, the royal family is not accessible to ordinary people, and they have been busy for a long time and found nothing.

Only then did he notice that the sun had set in the west and smoke was rising from the temple backyard, so Ruan Ruan had no choice but to go down the mountain.

Walking to a deserted place on the mountain trail, she silently released her spiritual consciousness, spreading infinitely in the mountains.

After a few breaths, she found a bamboo house on the mountainside.

By the time she got home, the last rays of daylight had faded into darkness, and night had fallen.

Ruan Ruan took off the curtain and moved his sore shoulders and calves: "But I'm exhausted, and I don't know if there is anything to eat at home..."

When she opened the courtyard door, her soliloquy stopped abruptly, her nostrils fluttered slightly and her eyes instantly turned cold.

The smell of blood, very strong, was in the room.

Ruan Ruan grabbed the broom and moved towards the door quietly.

"Crack—!"

The sound of the door opening was particularly loud in the darkness, and weak and scattered breathing came out.

Ruan Ruan lit the oil lamp, and the bright red blood stains in the room were particularly conspicuous, extending all the way to the ground in front of the cabinet.

Opening the cabinet door, a masked young man in black had passed out. There was a bone-deep wound on his waist and abdomen, and blood flowed like a small river along the wooden board to the ground.

It was obvious that he had met an enemy, and Ruan Ruan felt that he would definitely die.

Not to mention that if his fingers turned blue, he must have been poisoned. If he continued to bleed, he would bleed to death.

Fortunately, the closet was very empty, otherwise she would have wasted a few pieces of clothing.

Ruan Ruan was most afraid of trouble, so he immediately grabbed him by the collar and threw him out. With a strong force, he said, "Oh, it's so heavy."

"You must not die now. You must die outside. My house has just been renovated. You..."

The bloody fingertips suddenly clasped her wrist. Ruan Ruan was startled. He raised his eyes and met a pair of cruel eyes. He forced his voice and said: "Help me."

She shook her head: "If we can't save you, you're dead."

The man in black glared fiercely: "You can make whatever conditions you want."

Ruan Ruan was moved: "Five hundred taels of silver plus three conditions."

"Greedy."

"Forget it then," Ruan Ruan folded his hands across his chest indifferently: "It seems that your life is quite cheap."

"Pu...vomit..."

The man in black was so angry that he vomited a mouthful of blood, and the blood on his body flowed even more happily.