Chapter seventy-fifth

King Ping an, however, did not go after him. He still sat where he was and drank her tea. Early the next morning, a shocking news spread quietly among officials. -Yi Qingmei, who was recognized as a daughter by the King of Peace, was only an adopted daughter, not a pro-daughter. She also had bad intentions and seduced the King of Peace, who was also a woman, causing Wang Jun to make a scene. This was really... Lard blinded her heart! Your Majesty is very angry, let this Yi Qingmei think behind closed doors for seven days at home, think clearly, before he can come back... Perhaps, he can't come back? Has lost favor? Is really hard to think of, is your majesty's people, how to provoke others? However, Yu Baimei is calm, but he is surprised that these officials have adapted so well and acquiesced in the "improper" relationship between themselves and Anping Yanxuan. Think behind closed doors? Said it was a rumor. As a matter of fact, she was told that Your Majesty had given her seven days off to walk around and relax. As for these seven days, how wonderful Bai Mei had and how to make Anping Yanxuan regret it is another story. This is why things started. ---------------------------------------------------------- Where the blue tiles and bricks are located, cigarettes curl up. The whispering chanting of Buddha and the vigorous bell are hazy and mixed in the smoke and pervade the whole mountain top, staining the green branches and leaves and the white or light yellow nameless wild flowers with a mysterious color. At the foot of the mountain, there is a beautiful woman in white arguing with another person beside her. Oh, it may not be true to say she is a beauty. Beauty is mostly used to describe a man. Although he has big eyes, round and small face and unique charm, he is really a woman. But her body, but a few minutes less woman's unique heroic spirit and sharp, smile, with three points soft waxy and naughty. What? Soft glutinous? ! If the woman in black opposite her heard this evaluation, her already dark face would definitely score three points in black. Will there be soft and waxy women who are easy to talk about, like this one in front of them, which is a headache? Don't rub your temper, rub your eyebrows and persuade: "Plum blossoms, it's all for safety. Can't you just walk the main road instead of the wild road?" Bai Mei turned his head, looked at her, smiled and asked, "Why take the main road?" "Safe." "With you, isn't the path safe?" "Quick." "Haste makes waste. What's the point of slowing down?" "I am in a hurry." "I want to climb the mountain, chat with monks and find ways to make flowers and snacks. I am not in a hurry. When are you in a hurry?" "..." Besides going crazy with Bai Mei, what else can Mo Shang do? When Bai Mei comes out, who will compete with the "front"? "All flowers in late spring have fallen far and wide, but peach blossoms are full-blown on the mountainside." When Mo Shang stood firm wearily and had a headache at the large peach blossom, Bai Mei held out his hand, caught a falling petal and said, "I heard earlier that the scenery here is very good, and indeed it is!" Don't be embarrassed but lack of interest. "This is going to fall out. What's so good?" "Er, falling red is not a ruthless thing. Turning into spring mud protects flowers more!" Bai Mei laughed and threw the petals full of hands on Mo Shang Ran's head together, leaving her full head and shoulders. Mo Shang only raised his eyebrows to refute, but suddenly he saw a little nun coming towards them from the depths of peach blossoms. Knocking on a small wooden fish and gathering her look, the little nun gave a gift to Bai Mei and Mo Shang, who was dumbfounded, and said, "Benefactor, make a bond!" This is generally speaking, begging for money. Mo Shang immediately beamed. The old hosts in this temple have a lot of tribute. Where will there be a shortage of money for people to ask for? This to beg for silver knot, then also calculate is predestined friends, unexpected unexpectedly came so easy... Looking at Bai Mei approvingly, Mo Shang was very frank to pay for it, but Bai Mei pulled it out and pressed the folding fan down his hand. Bai Mei was still dull. The imaginary monks turned out to be nuns. Once again, they were stimulated by everything in the female world. In a blink of an eye, they saw that Mo Building was mainly paying for money and immediately returned to absolute being. "Dare to ask Little Master, which is the fate?" The little nun smiled and was quite three points in color: "The master often said that the fate is like the clouds in the sky, and the clouds in Yun Qi fall with the wind." Bai Mei also smiled, glancing at Mo Shangran, who was so anxious that his eyes were cramped, and said to him, "In this case, it can be seen that this fate is like clouds and wind, and the wind and cloud are uncertain. Clouds gather as fate, clouds disperse as fate, and fate cannot be found, but right? Why do you need to become attached? Little master is rigidly stuck."