Fourth Lord's Black Moonlight Queen

Chapter 280
"By the way, wash the poor monk's clothes!"

"Why?"

Helping Jingui wash clothes is only right and proper, after all, she is his own woman, but this demon monk is getting more and more insatiable.

"Is my life not worth it?"

"Since Sibeile thinks it's not worth it, let's go back to Beijing right away. Lord Long Live is still waiting for this poor monk's body to be used as medicine~"

"I'll go after I've made the tea!"

Yinzhen did not expect that Huang Ama was in a hurry to bring Cangyang Gyatso back to the capital alive in order to take his relic to save people.

The person who can make Huang Ama attach so much importance can only be the good concubine of Yanxi Palace.

But Tsangyang Gyatso's relic is his ambition, even Huang Ama can't stop him.

The reason why he let Cangyang Gyatso go so confidently was because the replacement he had arranged was already on his way back to Beijing.

It's just that the substitute must not return to Beijing alive, he must die on the way back to Beijing, but definitely not by his hands.

"When will the relic be taken?"

"The poor monk is willing to sit down to burn the relic, otherwise, it will only be a handful of useless ashes!"

"it is good!"

Yinzhen took a deep breath, after all he wanted the life of the demon monk, he felt somewhat guilty.

But seeing that Jingui's state was getting weaker and weaker, he finally couldn't help asking when he would die.

After cleaning the demon monk's robes to dry, he returned to the campfire a little tired.

"Today I will tell you the story of the Fourth Living Buddha."

"You can chant, I'd rather you chant!"

What Yinzhen couldn't bear the most was that the monk had to repeat to him the stories of the previous generations of living Buddhas every day.

What made him even more unbearable was that this demon monk was always telling some anecdotes, such as the tragic story of a living Buddha of a certain generation and a little widow.

Or stories about falling in love and killing each other between a generation of living Buddhas and witches, but every story has a miserable end, and they end up making wedding dresses for others.

He felt that Tsangyang Gyatso should write a storybook, because those women like to listen to these ridiculous stories.

"Having said so much, those women seem to love other men in the end, so why do you talk about these unrequited loves?"

He couldn't take it anymore, he would rather listen to the demon monk chanting scriptures.

"Oh~ then let's go back to Beijing immediately!"

"Actually, I think these stories are very moving, so go on!"

After the hangover, Li Jingui got up a little dizzy, and stretched into the carriage with a steaming handkerchief.

The dumb servant was very careful and took care of her almost meticulously.

"Thank you~"

"Osmanthus, this Promise Pill is for you."

"What is the medicine for?"

Li Jingui twisted the crow-blue pill on his fingertips and asked suspiciously.

"Strengthening the body, can dissolve the poison that sees blood and seals the throat."

"Any more?"

Li Jingui thought that it would be great if he could get one for fourth master and the children.

"Do you think these are jelly beans? Sell them by the pound?"

Cangyang Gyatso said angrily, this Promise Pill was made by spending half his life and exhausting all the natural materials and treasures in the snowy region, and the most important thing is to use the efforts of the Living Buddha as a guide.

"Oh~"

Li Jingui took off the veil and wrapped the three inner and outer layers of the pill tightly.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"It's a waste to give it to me, and I'm not poisoned!"

Such a good thing, of course, is to find a way to give it to fourth master.

"Give it back to me!"

"Don't give me what's mine!"

"You want to give it to your Lord Belle?"

Li Jingui nodded a little shyly after being told what was on his mind.

"Silly girl!"

"Hey! Mute servant! The pot is burnt!"

　What color is moon white?
　　How many people are as uneducated as the fat head and think that the moon is white?

　　The comment area has an introduction about ancient colors, magenta, gamboge, cyan, red fat, rouge, silver vermilion, tea white, moon white, purple tang, snail, moxa green, pale green, dark blue, crimson purple, concubine red , Coupling lotus, ten kinds of brocade...these are all the ancient people's names for colors. Do you feel so beautiful when you hear these colors?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)