My Queen Is Too Young

"You still have the face to say, Feng Qingqian that Leng Yanluo is such a good speaker?" The flame felt that he should have killed the ice, and the ice immediately threw the pan, "you can't blame me. This is the disaster of the little Lord. If he didn't throw the silver over, could you fall down?"

Star Mou looked at two people one eye, "seven seven to the thank you, want?" When the box was opened, the eyes of both men were shining. The Pearl of the night, the size of a woman's fist, bloomed in the night.

One quickly grabbed one in his hand and stared at him with cold ice, "no wonder it's the rich south. Everyone wants to be the emperor. This rare night pearl can be taken out of two at will. It's so touching."

The flame looked at it, looked at the box, and there was nothing else. He said, "little Lord, you don't have any? What about the big night pearl

Ice immediately covered the mouth of the flame, forced the flame away, "little Lord, we still have something, you slow back."

Out of a long time, just released his hand, "looking for death, which pot does not open, which pot to mention?"

Qinghua's first seven, Mingyou burned paper money for her. She remembered that every year she would go to Baohua temple to make incense and hang a prayer bag. She was very curious. What was Qinghua's wish?

So he went to Baohua temple with Feng Qingqian and asked the abbot, "is the benefactor here? Don't you see a green benefactor today

"She's gone. She's gone. She's gone."

The abbot put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, this is a happy thing for Qinghua benefactor. No longer suffering from illness, but also all her wishes for the next life

"Master, is Qinghua's wish making the same every year?" Mingyou looks up at the blessing bag full of trees. The abbot looked at her and said, "if you want to know, please follow me. There is only one praying tree. There are too many pilgrims coming and going, and their wishes are too deep. They will be changed every one or two months. The wishes of the benefactors will be bound into a book by the monks of the temple, and they will agree to put them in the Sutra hall.

They followed, and the abbot told the little monk a few words, and the little monk took the ladder to look for the book.

"Who are you looking for? As long as the benefactor says his name, all the monks recorded by pilgrims in the past two years can be found out. "

Mingyou read a room full of books and said, "Qinghua."

The little monk nodded and looked for it all the way. He put up the ladder and looked for two books. The third one was found. Pass it to Mingyou, "benefactor, please."

Mingyou took the book, turned more than a dozen pages, then turned to Qinghua, the next ten pages are Qinghua written wishes, all of them are a sentence, the spring is long, manzhusha Hua, only wish to the next life, a long life.

A total of 30 pages, in addition to more than a dozen of pages with the Ming you, the rest of the page is with this sentence, a long time, manzhusha Hua, only wish for the next life, a long life.

Mingyou has some doubts. Looking at Feng Qingqian, who is Qinghua waiting for, or who is praying for? She never heard Qinghua mention this mysterious person.

"Let's go out and ask the abbot." Feng Qingqian hands the book to the little monk and takes Mingyou out.

The abbot seemed to know that they were coming, and had been waiting at the door of the Sutra.

"Master, I would like to ask Qinghua's long-lasting, manzhusha Hua, only wish for the next life, who is the love of a long life?"

"I don't know... But I have a story. I don't know if you want to hear it."

"Master, please speak." As soon as she opened her mouth, Feng Qingqian knew that the abbot was euphemistically talking about Qinghua.