My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 107 Master and the Foreign Nun?

Morning arrived in the blink of an eye, and Chen Xiaomiao was awakened by a series of urgent ringing bells.

She groggily reached out from under Lu Yuan's T-shirt, fumbled around on the bedside table, and finally grabbed the buzzing phone and tucked it into the covers.

On the screen, the two characters "Lu Yuan" were jumping around happily.

It was a video call.

Chen Xiaomiao jolted awake, her drowsiness vanishing instantly, and hurriedly answered the call.

The screen shook a few times, and then that familiar face appeared clearly in front of me.

"Awake?" Lu Yuan's voice came through the receiver, tinged with laughter.

"Um……"

Chen Xiaomiao rubbed her eyes, sat up wrapped in the blanket, and hid the T-shirt she had been holding all night under the blanket. She replied curtly, "If you hadn't called, I could have slept a little longer."

"Really?" Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening. "I thought someone was tossing and turning with my pillow all night, unable to sleep, and would be sporting dark circles under their eyes today."

Chen Xiaomiao's heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed red: "How...how did you know?"

"Don't tell you."

Chen Xiaomiao still doesn't know that there are surveillance cameras in the house. Yesterday, Lu Yuan saw everything she did in the living room.

She was both embarrassed and angry. She grabbed a pillow and wanted to throw it at the phone, but then she realized that she wouldn't hit him, so she angrily threw the pillow aside.

"Just say what you have to say, don't keep it to yourself." Lu Yuan's joking expression turned serious.

Chen Xiaomiao fiddled with the loose thread on the quilt, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke in a muffled voice: "I...I did a fortune telling for you."

"What are you calculating?"

"The divination indicates a romantic encounter, but I'm afraid... afraid you'll bring a foreign woman home."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Lu Yuan's barely suppressed chuckle.

What are you laughing at!

Chen Xiaomiao was even angrier, feeling that her secret had been treated as a joke by him.

"I'm not making fun of you."

Lu Yuan stopped laughing and cleared his throat: "Didn't you say that your fortune telling is sometimes accurate and sometimes not? What if it's not accurate this time?"

"What if it comes true?" Chen Xiaomiao retorted, unconvinced.

"Even if it's approved, I'm not afraid... Don't worry, I'm completely in your hands for life."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaomiao finally felt relieved, as the weight that had been hanging over her heart for a day and a night was lifted. However, she still grumbled and mumbled.

"Who knows if what you're saying is true or false."

"Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow, and there'll be nowhere to look for peach blossoms anyway."

Lu Yuan yawned lazily, and Chen Xiaomiao then noticed that there was only darkness behind him.

"Why is it night there?"

"Because the Earth is round, and we are hundreds of thousands of miles away from here, when the sun shines on your side, it doesn't shine on mine..."

"Round or square?"

"Never mind... Anyway, you should read more books when you have time, instead of watching those mindless TV dramas all day long."

"You dislike me, don't you?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that..." Lu Yuan replied with a smile, then asked, "I'm really not used to eating Western food here. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet, he just woke up." When Chen Xiaomiao heard that Lu Yuan wasn't eating well, she immediately felt sorry for him: "Couldn't you find a place that sells noodles and wontons? Why do you have to eat those foreign things?"

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

The two chatted about various trivial matters until Chen Xiaomiao noticed Lu Yuan yawning twice and hurriedly urged him to leave.

"Alright, alright, it's already past midnight, go to sleep now, don't let it interfere with important business."

"Okay, then you should get up and eat quickly, don't go hungry."

“I know, you’re even more long-winded than my master.”

After lingering for a while, the video call finally ended.

Chen Xiaomiao tossed her phone onto the bed, and the panic in her heart completely disappeared, replaced by a feeling of comfort.

She stretched lazily, got out of bed quickly, and finally had something to look forward to in the new day.

……

On the afternoon of the third day, a soft "click" came from the door lock.

Chen Xiaomiao, who was busy in the kitchen, heard this and immediately dropped the spatula in her hand, quickly darting out of the kitchen.

In the entryway, Lu Yuan was bending down to change his shoes, while Erbaiwu wagged his tail excitedly and circled around his legs.

"Come back here!"

Chen Xiaomiao rushed forward and gave Lu Yuan a tight hug.

The hug lasted less than two seconds before her little nose began to sniff all over Lu Yuan, from his neck to his collar and even the strands of his hair, leaving no spot untouched, just like a drug-sniffing dog. Lu Yuan let her sniff him all over, and finally grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her away.

"Why don't we call that idiot over and let him smell us together? His nose is better than yours, let's see if he can smell any other woman's scent."

"go with!"

Chen Xiaomiao blushed, punched him in the chest in annoyance, and ran to the kitchen: "Dinner's almost ready, hurry up and wash your hands!"

Chen Xiaomiao started preparing for Lu Yuan's return home in the morning.

Three dishes and a soup may not seem like much, but each dish is a meticulously prepared meal.

The two sat down at the table. Lu Yuan took a sip of soup and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Home-cooked meals are still the most comforting."

He picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in Chen Xiaomiao's bowl, casually mentioning, "By the way, the fortune you told was actually quite accurate."

Chen Xiaomiao had just taken a bite of rice when she heard this and paused, her heart leaping into her throat. She asked nervously, "Wh...what's going on?"

Lu Yuan slowly chewed the food in his mouth, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense: "You got it right, but not entirely right."

"Speak up quickly!"

"I do have romantic opportunities, but they're not mine."

"Whose is that?"

“It’s your master, Chen Qingfeng.”

"What?"

With a "clatter," the chopsticks in Chen Xiaomiao's hand fell onto the table.

Her mind went blank for a long time before she could process what was happening.

Chen Qingfeng?
How could an old Taoist priest who has been dead for over eighty years have such good luck with women?

"Do you know why Robert went to Qizhen Temple to find your master back then?"

"Didn't you say...we were old friends?"

"They are indeed old friends, but there are other connections between them."

Lu Yuan took a sip of water and continued speaking, word by word.

"This story begins in the first year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign, which was 1875. At that time, the Qing government suffered several defeats, and the country's doors were wide open. Many foreign missionaries came to our Central Plains to preach, especially in Yuzhou."

At that time, your master was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old when he happened to rescue a French nun…

What is a nun?

"They are foreign nuns."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaomiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before Lu Yuan could continue, an absurd yet audacious idea had already taken root in her mind.

Her eyes widened, her voice trembling: "You mean... my master had an affair with a foreign nun?"

Lu Yuan nodded solemnly: "Not only are they doing well, they also have a son."

Robert, the one who gave you candy, was once a subordinate of your master's son. He was entrusted by his superior to find his long-lost father.

With a loud "boom," Chen Xiaomiao felt as if the top of his head had been struck by lightning.

She sat blankly at the dining table, her mind a complete mess.

Master...and a foreign nun...and a child...

“During my trip to France, I met your master’s descendants, who are his great-great-great-grandson and great-great-great-granddaughter. They want to come to China, especially to visit Qizhen Temple. Would you be willing?”

"Are they here to trace their ancestry?"

This is the most reasonable explanation Chen Xiaomiao could think of.

"Can't talk about it."

Lu Yuan shook his head: "They're more like... satisfying a sense of curiosity, simply wanting to see what kind of ancestors they had in the far East."

Chen Xiaomiao lowered her head in silence, staring at the white rice in her bowl, and remained silent for a long time.

Lu Yuan didn't urge her, and waited quietly.

"Let them come."

After a long while, Chen Xiaomiao spoke again, her eyes showing none of the anger or resistance Lu Yuan had expected.

"you sure?"

Lu Yuan didn't expect her to agree so readily.

You should know that Chen Qingfeng was no different from her own father in her heart.

When Lu Yuan saw that Chen Qingfeng's descendants showed no respect for their ancestor Chen Qingfeng, he was afraid that Chen Xiaomiao would faint on the spot.

(End of this chapter)