Wrong marriage at night: the princess has yin and yang pupils

Chapter 527 Hiding in the cassock

Qiao Wanru, who was disguised as a man, suddenly appeared, and Qingyuan was so frightened that she slipped and sat on the ground.

"Miss Qiao!" After seeing that it was Qiao Wanru, Qingyuan hurriedly got up. "Why are you here again?"

"If you don't let me enter the Sutra Pavilion, I'll come here to bother you every day!" Qiao Wanru pinched her waist and raised her chin.

"Jiming Temple is a pure place of Buddhism. Women are not allowed to enter, let alone a place as heavily guarded as the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion! If I let you in, I will be expelled from the temple and become a monk!" Qingyuan waved his hand "Miss Qiao , No matter what I say, I will not let you in! Please go!"

"If you don't let me in, I'll take off my clothes and say you molested me! At that time, not only will you not be able to become a monk, you will even lose your life!"

"Miss Qiao, you wronged me!" Qingyuan was anxious.

"Then let me in!" Qiao Wanru clasped her hands together, "I will go in quietly without damaging anything, I just read the scriptures! Please, Master Qingyuan! My father pays the most money for offering incense to Jiming Temple every year." of!"

"Okay!" Qingyuan hesitated for a long time before speaking. "But I can only come here at midnight every day. At that time, the abbot and the brothers are asleep. I will open the dog hole in the backyard and leave the door of the Sutra Pavilion for you."

"Thank you, Master Qingyuan!"

Qiao Wanru walked farther and farther away in Qingyuan's line of sight. Seeing this, I hurriedly left and grabbed Qiao Wanru's hand from behind.

Afterwards, the whole person penetrated into the body.

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The moment Qiao Wanru tiptoed into the Sutra Pavilion, she opened her arms and took a deep breath.

Sandalwood and ink fragrance mixed together, let her face filled with enjoyment.

Climbing up the high ladder, Qiao Wanru picked up a volume of scriptures, and immediately began to read them impatiently.

When the candles on the table were half lit, suddenly a monk with delicate features walked in.

Obviously, Qiao Wanru didn't notice the height.

When he unbuttoned his monk's robe to reveal his muscular upper body, Qiao Wanru just yawned and looked down.

This movement made the monk raise his head quickly.

So, the four eyes meet.

Qiao Wanru froze for a moment, then her face turned red.

She hurriedly put down the scriptures and was about to come down, but she slipped and fell out of the high ladder.

When it was about to fall to the ground, the monk stepped forward to catch it.

And Qiao Wanru's red face was directly pressed against his chest.

"You..." The monk frowned.

"I'm just here to read!" Qiao Wanru said as she wanted to get up, waving her hands wildly, and finally pressed on the monk's abdomen.

Like an electric shock, Qiao Wanru quickly let go.

"Put me down quickly, I won't say anything!" Qiao Wanru lowered her voice.

The monk frowned and let go of Qiao Wanru.

Caught off guard, Qiao Wanru fell to the ground.

"Amitabha! Amitabha!"

Qiao Wanru put her palms together and ran towards the gate.

But just as he was about to open the door, there were messy footsteps and noises outside.

"Hide in!" The monk quickly put on the cassock and lifted the hem of the cassock.

"Isn't that good?" Qiao Wanru said awkwardly.

"If someone finds that you, a girl, appear in a Buddhist hall full of monks in the middle of the night, do you still want your fame?" The monk lowered his voice, "Hurry up!"

Not daring to think too much, Qiao Wanru ran over and got into the cassock.

"The cassock is muttering, are you sure they won't notice when they get close?" Qiao Wanru whispered.

"They dare not approach!"

"why?"

"Because I am the abbot!"

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(End of this chapter)