"If Master Daoji thinks it's okay, tonight..." Qingluo blinked at him, "The two girls are still living in the carriage outside our house, but we don't have quilts or mattresses in the house. If Master Daoji wants to, he has to bring his own guy—"
Daoji understood her meaning as soon as he heard it, and said with a smile, "You go back and reassure Madam, I will go down the mountain and bring some quilts up in two days, so that Madam can live comfortably!"
"Then trouble Master Daoji." Qingluo laughed through tears, and when she turned to leave, her hand slipped and Sipa fell to the ground.
When her figure disappeared at the door of the house, Dao Ji bent down, picked up the silk handkerchief that was wet with tears on the ground, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it fiercely, the aroma was so choking that he almost sneezed.
In a ghostly place like Zhongnan Mountain, you haven't seen a woman for more than ten years, let alone this kind of silk handkerchief that is stained with women's body fragrance. Without even thinking about it, Dao Ji stuffed the silk pa into his chest. In this way, when you can't sleep at night in the future, you will have something to entertain yourself!
Thinking of this, he began to think carefully about Qingluo's words.
It's just two maidservants, if he really put them to sleep, can the woman still sue the abbot and the old man? ! Puji Temple is not a clean temple in the first place. There are too many wine and meat monks in the temple, and he is not bad!
In the middle of the night.
Dongfang Jing took a look at the sky, and said to Luqiao and Qingluo, "It's almost time, everyone, don't sleep, copy guys, get ready to do something!"
Luqiao didn't know what happened, but just followed Dongfang Jing's orders.
Qingluo was faintly worried and said, "Miss, what if Master Daoji doesn't fall for it? Besides, why does Miss think that he will choose this point to come here..."
Dongfang Jing pursed her lips and remained silent.
Qingluo went on to say, "Our Puji Temple is different from the Prime Minister's Mansion. At midnight, the maids in the Prime Minister's Mansion must have rested and haven't gotten up yet, but the masters of Puji Temple have the habit of getting up and chanting sutras every night. This point happened to be the point where masters of the Xuan family went to the back mountain to chant scriptures, and it was very close to our house, no matter how stupid Master Daoji was, it was impossible for him to choose this point—"
"Oh? Chanting scriptures?" Dongfang Jing's lips curled into a smile, "That would be even better. Qingluo, you can go to the back mountain later, and invite masters of the Xuan family to be witnesses!"
"Miss..." Qingluo looked puzzled, "Most of the Puji Temple is full of monks, and rarely accepts women. My wife and I are already an exception. If this disturbs the uncles of the Xuan family, it will turn into another farce , Master Daoji will definitely take advantage of the problem and drive me and my wife out of Puji Temple! My wife is so stubborn, it is absolutely impossible for the prime minister to go back, and then we, master and servant, will only have to live on the streets!"
Dongfang Jing's eyes turned cold, "Living on the street is better than freezing to death on this mountain!"
What kind of hardships did she experience when she was living in a brothel? Now she just met a difficult perverted monk, how could she easily admit defeat? !
Lu Qiao vaguely guessed the meaning of the two of them's words, after thinking about it, she stepped forward to hold Qing Luo and said, "Qing Luo, you have no choice now, you can only trust my lady."
Qing Luo and Lu Qiao entered the Prime Minister's Mansion at about the same time. They were sent to Puji Temple by the master seven years ago to accompany the third wife, and they still have some friendship with Lu Qiao. She glanced at Lu Qiao, and could only nod her head heavily, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
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