Tyrant father's group pet little princess

Chapter 1154 I think Master Qing Shi is not bad
Qing Shi looked at Xia Pianpian's flying figure, and fell into deep thought.

Soon after, he carried two buckets of water down the mountain.

Xia Pianpian had already returned quickly, carrying another load of water, and passed by him very quickly.

The little palace maid held up her umbrella, panting after her.

"Princess, wait for this slave... huh..."

Xia Pianpian acted as if she had never heard of it.

Only when she was cleared, she stopped for a while.

Xia Pianpian looked him up and down: "Master Qingshi, I think you are so thin, do you want me to carry a bucket for you?"

Qing Shi didn't change his face, and walked forward quietly: "No, thank you benefactor."

Xia Pianpian ignored him and walked straight along the mountain road.

When Qing Shi returned to the temple.

The two little novice monks that Xia Pianpian had helped just now were surrounding her, saying something adoringly.

In front of Xia Pianpian stood the old abbot of Falian Temple.

At this moment, the abbot smiled kindly and said: "The princess is a daughter of gold, and she can still come to the temple to help. If the Buddha sees it, he will definitely be moved by you."

Xia Pianpian smiled and said, "It's nothing, when I was with my grandfather in the military camp, I even helped people lift boulders!"

After finishing speaking, she said again: "However, I will live in the temple for a few days, so I will bother all the masters to clean up. I also hope that the abbot master will find me a master who can teach me to recite scriptures, so that I can recite. Master Shi is good."

Qing Shi just walked nearby.

The abbot raised his head, saw him, and said with a smile, "It's just right, Qingshi, come here."

Clearance: ...

He didn't approach, but said indifferently: "Abbot, the poor monk is very busy, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay! I'm not busy, I can wait for you." Xia Pianpian quickly interrupted him.

The abbot smiled: "That's very good, Qing Shi, then you can lead His Royal Highness Fifth Princess to find a clean meditation room to stay in."

After finishing speaking, the abbot bid farewell to the two people and turned around to do other things.

Xia Pianpian walked up to Qing Shi, seeing that the top of his clean head was wet by the rain.

So he generously took out a handkerchief to wipe the rainwater for him.

Qing Shi shook his head silently, then turned around and said: "Benefactor, come with the poor monk."

Xia Pianpian walked beside him, twisting her wrist.

Qing Shi saw it with side eyes, but didn't speak.

On the other hand, the little palace maid had sharp eyes and worried in a low voice: "Your Highness, the servants have already said that you are not allowed to work so hard. This is good, your wrist is sprained."

"What's this little wound! My grandfather once had such a big scar on his chest by the enemy on the battlefield, and he never cried out that it hurts!"

Having said that, even if the wrist moved a little, it was still a little sore.

But Xia Pianpian has always been careless, and simply doesn't take it to heart.

The meditation room is in the backyard of Falian Temple. It is a little far away from the main hall where incense is offered in front, so it looks more quiet.

There is a ginkgo tree as thick as two people hugging each other in the yard. Autumn has just passed, and the ground is golden yellow from the rain.

A young monk was sweeping the floor.

Qing Shi opened the door of a meditation room, and said to Xia Pianpian: "The almsgiver should live in this room. There will be breakfast and dinner provided in the side hall at Chenshi every day. If you want to chant scriptures, you have to get up before Chenshi."

Xia Pianpian nodded in agreement one by one.

She glanced at the bed, the quilt was very thin.

"Master Qingshi, please bring me another thick quilt, and give me another pillow, I like to sleep on a high one."

Qing Shi pursed his lips, with an indifferent expression: "There is a sweeping novice outside the door, the benefactor can ask him to help you with these, the evening class is coming soon, and the poor monk has to go."

(End of this chapter)