The Seventh Bride of President

"I saw it when I was young, but later..." after my grandmother and mother passed away, I didn't see them again.

Min Rui exposed the bead hairpin to the sun. If he could see that the bead string was more and more crystal clear, and there was a faint soft light emitting: "such a good bead hairpin really matches sister Xiaoyu."

He added: "the leader of Qin Tong has a heart for you."

Then he returned the Pearl hairpin to Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Xiaoyu handed Zhu Chai to Yu Sui and asked, "what happened to min Fu recently? Or is someone sick or something? "

Min Rui didn't know, so: "it's OK. Why do you ask like this?"

"If you ask, you seem to be better."

"I took a good medicine a few days ago, and I really got better. It's just that Huizhu suddenly got a little sick..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu

What flashed through Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind? He blurted out: "so, ah Yan went to lingquantai to pray for the saint, right?"

Min Rui knew what he had said wrong, and quickly denied: "no, it's a blessing for min's house, not just for the saint."

He is a modest gentleman, not the kind of smooth tongued person who lies without blinking an eye. He has never been good at deceiving. In the face of Zhuang Xiaoyu, he doesn't know how to tell such lies without showing any trace.

Qin Wuyan went to lingquantai under the pressure of Zhuang huaisen for the sake of Min Huizhu.

However, it's not a big deal. As the leader of the guard, Qin Wuyan could have refused. Min Rui can't understand why Qin Wuyan would have accepted it.

Seeing min Rui's clumsy explanation, Zhuang Xiaoyu raised his lips and laughed, but his smile was mixed with a trace of bitterness: "don't panic. He met me before he left and mentioned this matter. This time he went to lingquantai, just like I came to Qingyu temple with you. He heard that the marriage there is very spiritual. By the way, he prayed for me and asked Lingquan, Whether I can grow old with him. "

Min Rui smell speech, this just a few can't observe of long sigh: "you don't misunderstand good."

Zhuang Xiaoyu dropped his head and said nothing.

Min Rui changed the topic and began to talk about the history of Qingyu temple, the strange news of Yuecheng, and everything that could arouse Zhuang Xiaoyu's curiosity.

In the face of Min Rui's mobile library and anecdotes, Zhuang Xiaoyu's unhappiness soon disappeared.

All the way to listen with relish, even at the foot of the journey do not feel far.

Unconsciously, half the way, Yu Sui pointed to the stone table under the bare peach tree branches and said, "Miss, young master min, sit there and have a rest."

Min Rui said that he was thirsty, but he felt that he still had more than enough. He could not help admiring himself: "last time I came, I thought the road was really far away, but I didn't expect to come this time, but I didn't feel tired. I must be able to climb the mountain this time."

Zhuang Xiaoyu commanded the guard behind him: "leave two people here, the rest of the people, send things up, let the host prepare two rooms for us to have a rest."

Then he said to Yu Sui and the little monk, "you two go to the neighborhood and have a look. Are the two fat monks and the two thin monks still there last time? If so, call them over, or we'll visit them. I have something to ask these two eminent monks..."

Yu Sui also wants to know whether the two eminent monks are still there. After all, what the eminent monk said at that time seems to have not come true. When he heard Zhuang Xiaoyu say so, he was also excited. The half dead little fellow, who was tired, ran towards the thatched cottage in the distance.

It's two guards, right behind them.