One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

"What are you afraid of?"

It was rumored that she was Jun Xingyi's woman.

It's just a meeting now, are you afraid of talking?

"..."

…

This time when I went to Ping'an Temple, Qin Yang didn't come, but Qin Jingyi did.

Qin Sheng asked her to repent with the old lady, but the old lady didn't ask why, and asked Qin Jingyi to go to the place where she usually worshiped Buddha.

Qin Sheng was going to stay in Ping'an Temple for three days, and Ling Qiong went to see the old lady.

The old lady has a good temper and is easy to get along with. She treats Qin Sheng's three children well, and everyone has prepared gifts.

However, the original owner had never received it before, presumably it was under the ignorance of Qin Yang.

Speaking of which, Lingqiong hasn't met Qin Sheng's son yet.

"My father still has a son, why haven't I seen him?" Ling Qiong asked when she thought about it.

"The third son went on a study tour with his classmates, and I heard that he won't come back until the beginning of spring." Qiulan still knew about these things.

Study Tour?

Isn't that just for fun?

"so good."

"Miss, what's so nice?"

"It's nothing." Ling Qiong waved his hands, and sighed into the back room.

Qiulan: "..."

No Miss, why are you sighing?

Could it be that he was wronged by the old lady?

Qiulan didn't dare to guess too much, and waited carefully.

Because of the spirituality of the Heian Temple, dignitaries from Kyoto often come to stay for a while, so the Heian Temple has been expanded several times.

The overall environment is actually not bad.

But Jun Xingyi is a person who came out of the palace where the floor tiles are all inlaid with gold, so he must be disgusted by everything he sees.

Lingqiong is much more casual and less picky.

…

The next day, the second lady came over and asked Lingqiong to go to the small Buddhist hall together.

After all, they are female relatives, and Ping'an Temple built a small Buddhist hall not far away, dedicated to female relatives.

Qin Jingyi was already there when Lingqiong passed by.

Qin Jingyi's face was ugly, obviously not happy.

Ling Qiong sat down cross-legged beside her, took the little wooden fish handed over by the little monk, and thanked politely: "Thank you."

The young monk was a little shy and said, "The benefactor is very polite."

The little monk quickly backed away.

"You really don't choose." Qin Jingyi was beside her with a smirk, "Even the young monks are not spared."

Ling Qiong glanced at her, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "be careful what you say in front of the Buddha."

Qin Jingyi: "..."

Qin Jingyi looked around and saw that the second wife was far away, she dropped the wooden fish in her hand, "I ask you, what did you do to me that day?"

"What can I do to you?"

"..."

That day she ran to confess to Qin Sheng out of nowhere.

When she woke up, she was punished to kneel outside.

The strangest thing is that she was very vague about what happened that day... she didn't know why she did such a thing.

After she came back that day, I only saw her.

It is impossible for her to admit her mistake.

So it can only be this woman...

"You know what I'm talking about." Qin Jingyi gritted her teeth, "Did you use some witchcraft!"

It was the only thing she could figure out.

"Sister, Lord Buddha, please don't talk nonsense." Lingqiong held the wooden fish stick, clasped her hands together, and bowed in the direction of Buddha, "I am open and frank, but I don't know any witchcraft."

Qin Jingyi raised her voice: "You don't stay here..."

"Benefactor, please don't make any noise." Someone came to remind Qin Jingyi.

Qin Jingyi: "..."

It's not that she is alone, so why should she be the only one?

Qin Jingyi was about to point to Ling Qiong, but when she turned her head, she found that Ling Qiong had her eyes closed, and she was knocking on the wooden fish with style.

"..."

In Qin Jingyi's heart, it seemed as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping wildly.

…

Coming out of the Buddhist hall, Qin Jingyi stopped Lingqiong again in a remote place.

"Tell me clearly what you did to me that day." She couldn't figure it out, and felt uncomfortable.

"..."

Why bother!

It won't do you any good to know.

Qin Jingyi: "Do you know magic arts?"

Lingqiong said in a casual tone, "Thank you, sister, for thinking highly of me. When I learn it, I will let you be the first to try it out."

Qin Jingyi: "..."

Ling Qiong glanced behind her from the corner of her eye, her eyes lit up, Qin Jingyi was taken aback by her sudden change of face, and thought she was going to do something to her.

Turns out she was looking behind.

Ling Qiong raised her hand and waved, "Your Majesty!"

Jun Xingyi was following a monk. Hearing the sound, he paused and looked towards Lingqiong.

Qin Jingyi: "..."

Why is His Majesty here! !

Qin Jingyi is afraid of what the king will do.

...although she hadn't seen it a few times.

Qin Jingyi hurriedly saluted: "My daughter has seen Your Majesty."

Jun Xingyi waved his hand to let the monk go first, he was standing a little higher, leaning on the railing, staring at the people below.

"What are you doing again?" he asked.

Qin Jingyi still maintained a saluting posture, Jun Xingyi didn't let her get up, and didn't speak to her.

In Qin Jingyi's lowered gaze, a skirt flickered past.

Surprised, she glanced up quickly.

Holding the hem of her skirt, Ling Qiong stepped up the steps, her cape raised back, as if she was about to spread her wings and fly high.

Qin Jingyi's face turned pale with fright.

How rude she is!

It's fine if you don't salute, and run towards His Majesty! !

Ling Qiong went up, put down her skirt, and stood upright, "Pray and bless Your Majesty."

Jun Xing's image is like a humming sound from his nose, "Bless me to die soon?"

Ling Qiong moved closer, "Bless Your Majesty to marry me soon."

"..." Jun Xingyi put his fingertips against her forehead and pushed it away, "Are you dreaming? Just because you want me to marry you?"

"Is my face not good-looking?" Isn't it okay to get a position based on beauty? !

"..."

Facing this face, Jun Xingyi really couldn't say anything bad about her.

Jun Xingyi tapped her on the head with his fingers, and said with a cold face: "Be careful when you speak, and next time, be careful of your head."

…

Qin Jingyi's legs were trembling, but the people over there hadn't let her get up yet.

The two stood very close and spoke so quietly that she couldn't hear them at all.

Looking from Qin Jingyi's direction, the two of them seemed particularly ambiguous.

In fact, Jun Xingyi's expression was a little cold, even a little scary, but Qin Jingyi couldn't see it being blocked by Ling Qiong.

Jun Xingyi's posture of leaning against the railing changed, as if he was about to leave.

After walking two steps, he remembered that there was someone else. He raised his finger and pointed at Qin Jingyi, "Kneel here."

Qin Jingyi: "???"

Lingqiong sympathized with sisters for a second, and then happily followed Jun Xingyi away.

When the second lady came out, she saw Qin Jingyi kneeling on the ground, "Oh, what's wrong with the second lady?"

Qin Jingyi clenched her teeth, her eyes were red and filled with resentment.

The second lady pretended not to see, and asked with concern: "Second miss, what are you kneeling here for?"

"Go away!"

Qin Jingyi roared.

"Don't be hypocritical, you vixen!!"

The second lady's expression changed slightly, and a forced smile appeared on her delicately made-up face.

She got up and let the servant girl support her, "Second Miss, I am also the second wife of the mansion after all, isn't it a little too much for you to talk like that?"

"Am I wrong? You used tricks to lure Dad into the house. What's the matter if you're not a vixen?"

"That's all." The second lady didn't care about Qin Jingyi, sighed, and left with the maid.