Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

afternoon.

Su Qinghe personally followed the servants to carry the plaque to the entrance of Shili Xiang, and several men naturally followed.

At this time, Shili Xiang's business was booming. When they saw the boss coming, they all came out to watch the fun.

This incident made Su Qinghe famous again, and even the neighboring counties heard about it.

In this way, in the eyes of outsiders, Shili Xiang is equivalent to having the support of the royal family, and few people dare to cause trouble.

……

Time flies and half a month passes.

That day, Su Qinghe came back from her inspection, but she didn't see any of the men in the family.

"Zhang Fu, have the gentlemen gone out shopping?" Su Qinghe frowned.

The New Year is coming to an end soon. Every household has started buying things for the New Year. The streets are busier than usual and can even be said to be a bit crowded.

This is when there are many people.

Qin Ange had just diagnosed the woman with pregnancy two days ago, and the man was so jumpy again. She was really afraid that he might accidentally stumble and get hurt when he went out.

Seeing that Su Qinghe's face didn't look good, Zhang Fu also became cautious.

"Return home, my Lord, and several of the young masters have gone to Lingyan Temple to burn incense. They said they would have lunch there before coming back."

Lingyan Temple? Su Qinghe raised her eyebrows.

Why didn't you take her with you to Lingyan Temple? You didn't even tell her any news yesterday.

After Su Qinghe thought about it for a moment, she knew the purpose of their trip and couldn't help but smiled and shook her head.

"Got it. Go do your thing! Since they won't be back for lunch, just do less today."

"Yes." Zhang Fu responded respectfully. Seeing that Su Qinghe had nothing else to tell him, he disappeared quickly.

Su Qinghe sighed and walked towards the study.

Without my sweet and gentle husband by my side, work is half as much fun.

The so-called red sleeves add fragrance, in this case it should be blue sleeves add fragrance, the ancients were right!

……

Lingyan Temple, vegetable garden.

Looking at the five gentlemen in front of him with different expressions, Wuwang stood in the vegetable garden with a watering ladle, at a loss as to what to do.

“Why do they have such strange expressions… I washed my face today…” Wuwang muttered to himself and raised his hand to wipe his face with his sleeve.

Seeing that Wuwang was a little nervous, Lin Xi gently pushed Ling Feng and Ji Qingyu, who had unfriendly expressions, took Ji Yuan's hand and took two steps forward with a smile.

"Master Wuwang, I see that there is a hint of worry between your brows. What's troubling you lately?"

Wuwang touched his eyebrows. "Huh?"

Can you really tell?

Looking at the men of Master Su in front of him, Wuwang didn't know whether he should tell them about his recent abnormal behavior.

When he saw them today, he thought that Donor Su had also come, and he was very happy, but in the end Donor Su did not come.

These gentlemen had no intention of leaving after eating in the temple, and no one knew what they were going to do...

……

"How is it? What did you find out today?"

At night, Su Qinghe hugged the exhausted Ji Yuan and started chatting after the rain.

Ji Yuan was still breathing heavily. "...How did my wife know that we were going to inquire about this?"

His voice sounded a little hoarse, obviously he had hurt his throat just now.

Su Qinghe bent down and kissed his Adam's apple.

"It seems that you are exhausted today. You are usually so smart and thoughtful, but now you are talking without thinking?"

With Ji Yuan's mind, it was impossible for him to think that she would not guess it.

"Um...no..."

Ji Yuan whispered, "He doesn't look as lively as before, but he also asked a lot of questions about his wife. It seems that he is still as concerned about her as before."

Su Qinghe was silent for a moment. "Let's wait and see."

Ji Yuan nodded dazedly and said nothing more.

After a while, Su Qinghe heard his long breathing.

In the following month, the men went to Lingyan Temple more frequently. Su Qinghe rarely followed them, but she could not get a definite answer every time.

……

"Boom...boom...boom..."

"The Buddha said: Great sorrow brings no tears, great enlightenment brings no words, great laughter brings no sound..."

The dull sound of wooden fish rose and fell in the hall. Dozens of monks sat on cushions, each holding a wooden fish in their hands and beating it.

They closed their eyes, had calm expressions, and were mumbling to themselves.

"Nothing wrong."

"!"

Wuwang was in a daze when he heard the abbot calling him. He was so frightened that he trembled all over.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw the abbot looking at him seriously.

"I'm sorry, Master Abbot. I was distracted."

He lowered his head in shame.

The abbot sighed and walked out. "Come out with me."

"Yes."

Wuwang responded in a low voice, not daring to disturb the other brothers and uncles. He carefully put the wooden fish aside and followed them out.

The two men walked out of the palace and stopped in a secluded corner.

The abbot turned and looked at Wuwang.

"Ever since Lingyan Temple was surrounded, you have been uneasy. At first I thought you were still frightened, but now several months have passed and you are still worried."

"Wuwang, if you have something on your mind, you might as well tell me. You can't just keep it in your mind and think about it forever."

Looking at his disciple who was burying his head, the abbot felt a little sad.

Wuwang pinched his sleeves, feeling a little nervous.

"Master Abbot, I...I seem to be sick..."

The abbot frowned.

"What disease is it? How do you know? Are you feeling unwell somewhere? I will take you to the clinic at the foot of the mountain tomorrow."

Seeing that the abbot cared so much about him, Wuwang gritted his teeth and told him about his abnormal behavior in recent days.

"You...oh!"

After listening to Wuwang's description, the abbot sighed deeply.

"I didn't expect that something like this would happen between you and Donor Su."

Seeing the abbot's bad expression, Wuwang panicked. "Master Abbot, is this a serious illness? Will I die?"

Hearing Wuwang's words, the abbot was both angry and amused, but he didn't want to scare him, so he could only tell the truth.

"Moved? Me? No no no! How could that be! Wuwang is devoted to Buddhism, how could he be moved?"

Hearing these two words from the abbot's mouth, Wuwang couldn't believe it and his face turned pale.

He couldn't help but take two steps back, rubbing the corners of his clothes helplessly with his hands.

"Alas!" The abbot sighed again.

"Who says that becoming a monk will stop being emotional? Things in this world are vague and uncertain, so who can tell for sure?"

"Good child, you are still young. I was the one who picked you up. Now your fate has changed and you are old enough to get married. Don't force yourself. Go down the mountain and take a look..."

After the abbot said this, he looked at Wuwang deeply, turned around and left, leaving Wuwang standing there in a daze.

"I... Donor Su..."

Wuwang muttered to himself, and stumbled towards his own meditation room as if he had lost his soul.

"...If you want, you can come to me to take charge..."

Wuwang was lying on the couch, his mind completely occupied by this sentence without him knowing when.