My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

"It's okay. Just now it was the Luo Jiao Saint who was discussing official matters with Taoist Master Ling. Now it's the little girl Mu Qinghe's turn to talk to Taoist Master Ling about some personal matters."

Chapter 58 Shameless

"Private business?"

Ling Xiaodong was puzzled.

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Si'er in the quilt began to faintly agitate again.

He clearly felt the soft flesh on his inner thigh being pinched by her slender fingers again.

Originally, it was fine not to hide, but since Zheng Si'er hid in her quilt and eavesdropped for so long, it would be bad if she was discovered at this moment.

Ling Xiaodong quickly hid his right hand in the quilt, and stroked Zheng Si'er's head like stroking a kitten, telling His Royal Highness to rest easy.

Mu Qinghe nodded slightly and suddenly became shy again.

"Well, since Daoist Ling has an appointment first, then I really can't force it. We can't talk about business matters, so we might as well talk about private matters."

She quietly changed her posture, from sitting upright to sitting with her legs side by side.

Those Jianshui Qiu pupils that were still clear in the dark no longer looked at Ling Xiaodong, but evasively turned his head sideways, leaving Ling Xiaodong with an unpredictable profile.

Ling Xiaodong always felt that Mu Qinghe in front of him seemed to be getting closer to him unconsciously.

After taking a bath, the sweet and refreshing fragrance penetrated into his nose, making Ling Xiaodong also relax his mind.

"Daochang Ling put the little girl in danger twice, and I have never repaid Daochang Ling."

"It turned out to be this matter!"

Ling Xiaodong was stunned, and then he waved his hand and said:

"Didn't I say it a long time ago? Miss Mu, don't take it to heart, it's just a piece of cake."

"How about that!"

Mu Qinghe's tone was very firm.

She frowned, her delicate white hands folded on her legs, and her eyes looked seriously at Ling Xiaodong.

"Daoist Ling knows that you keep your promises. Could it be that I'm a fool and I can't know how to repay you? Besides, the grace of saving lives is greater than the sky. Could it be that in the eyes of Daoist Ling, the little girl's life is so unworthy of mentioning? "

"That... I didn't mean that..."

Ling Xiaodong was overwhelmed by Mu Qinghe's rhetorical question for a moment, he said helplessly:

"That's all right, how does Miss Mu want to repay me? I'm just an ordinary person, just give me some stuff."

Just in case, he added:

"However, I want to explain in advance that Miss Mu's life is naturally not equivalent to these gold and silver. It's just...a little bit of appropriate reward."

Unexpectedly, Mu Qinghe sighed slightly, and said hesitantly:

"If Daoist Ling wants gold and silver... the little girl really can't get it... Although the position of the saint is prominent in the Luojiao, she is not allowed to hold money, because according to the teachings of the Holy Church, money It's a filthy thing, I used all of Grandma Mo's money along the way, and I don't have any money on me."

Ling Xiaodong hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively:

"Then... the magic weapon is also fine, such as your sword, I can use it very easily."

Mu Qinghe's head drooped lower and lower, her cheeks felt a little hot.

"If Daoist Ling wants a magic weapon... I don't have one either..."

She pursed her thin lips lightly and explained:

"The magic weapon I wear is specially refined by the leader for me. No one can use it except me. The sword Daoist Ling likes is the leader's sword and does not belong to me."

Ling Xiaodong was suddenly dumbfounded.

This Miss Mu was so stubborn to repay her kindness before, but in the end she didn't do this, and she didn't do that. What exactly did she want to do?

"Since that's the case, it's fine for Miss Namu to give me whatever you want. Sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is not a gift, but affection is more important, as long as you have a heart."

"Mind......"

Mu Qinghe lowered her head and pondered for a while, then asked, "Does Daoist Ling want my bellyband?"

"do not want!"

Ling Xiaodong shouted out subconsciously, feeling that Zheng Sir's fingers on his thigh seemed to be pinching tighter.

"Miss Mu, can we not mention this matter? I really have no idea about your bellyband!"

It's not over yet, is it?

Mu Qinghe covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, her eyes as crescent-shaped as if she was enjoying Ling Xiaodong's current embarrassment.

"Why are Taoist Master Ling so nervous? My little lady is joking with you."

Ling Xiaodong finally understood why Brother Que always called Mu Qinghe the witch.

This girl looks elegant and holy, but in fact she is really difficult to deal with. She even feels like she can compete with the great witch Li Pengjiao.

Mu Qinghe smiled for a while, her tone was tactful, and she said with great regret:

"Even if Taoist Master Ling wants his heart, it will be difficult for the little girl to get it if she has nothing to offer."

Ling Xiaodong said helplessly: "Then I don't want it..."

But Mu Qinghe came back immediately, she raised her brows, and said word by word:

"No! A drop of kindness must be repaid with a spring of water, let alone a life-saving kindness!"

Ling Xiaodong: "..."

He always felt as if he was being played, but looking at Mu Qinghe's serious look, it didn't look like he was being played.

"Then Miss Mu can give whatever she wants, I don't care."

"What the little girl can give is just a few vacant positions in the church, but Daoist Ling has made up his mind to go north, and this can't be used to repay the favor."

She quietly leaned forward, gradually getting closer and closer to Ling Xiaodong.

"I don't have gold, silver, or weapons. I don't have any of this kind of extraneous things, little girl. The only thing I can control by myself is that pair of peeled skins. It's a pity..."

She looked down at Zheng Si'er's flat chest, regretfully said:

"It's a pity that even this skin is not mine and cannot be given to Taoist Ling for enjoyment..."

Ling Xiaodong looked at Mu Qinghe's slowly approaching body, and instinctively fell backwards, but his right hand was suddenly grabbed by Mu Qinghe and pulled out from under the quilt.

He was startled.

Could it be that the matter of hiding people in the quilt was discovered?

But Mu Qinghe seemed to be clueless, holding Ling Xiaodong's big hand with a pair of tender and tender hands, pulling it to her chest.

Ling Xiaodong was even more horrified, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mu Qinghe in front of him in disbelief.

Her Xia Fei cheeks and slender neck were also covered with a pink color. Her eyes were like a flat lake under the warm spring sun, full of sparkling waves, showing both shyness and courage.

"After thinking about it, little girl, it still belongs to me completely now, and I'm afraid there is only this sincere heart. I want to give it to Daoist Ling to repay the kindness, but I don't know...whether Daoist Ling is willing?" Accepted..."

The bones of Her Majesty's body became weaker and weaker, and she barely leaned on Ling Xiaodong directly.

She slowly closed her eyes, slightly opened her cherry lips, raised her head slightly, and gradually leaned towards Ling Xiaodong's lips.

Just when Ling Xiaodong was surprised by Mu Qinghe's bold confession, when there was only an inch between their lips, an angry shout sounded from the room.

"shameless!"

Immediately afterwards, the quilt flew away. Zheng Sirer, who had been hiding for a long time, couldn't bear it any longer. She jumped up from the quilt and stared at Mu Qinghe angrily.

Chapter 59 Shura Field

Mu Qinghe was taken aback by Zheng Si'er who suddenly jumped out.

The originally soft and delicate body straightened all of a sudden, pulling away from Ling Xiaodong, she panicked and said:

"Why are you here!"

"Why am I here? Hmph! It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise I would have been captured by you witch!"

Zheng Sirer put her hands on her hips, snorted coldly, and glanced at Mu Qinghe up and down.

"I knew that it would be no good for you to find brother Ling. You want someone who wants him right away, but you end up making another plan. If you don't want brother Ling, you want his heart instead. Your plan is really serious. It's too loud, I can hear it clearly even under the quilt."

"I...I didn't calculate! I really like Ling Daochang!"

Mu Qinghe's face turned red with embarrassment, and she quickly proved her innocence despite her shyness.

Zheng Si'er didn't believe it at all.

He just felt that Mu Qinghe in front of him was as hateful as a thief. First he stole her body, and now he came to steal his brother Ling.

She imitated Mu Qinghe's posture and said:

"A little girl has nothing but a beautiful heart that can make people... yuck! Disgusting!"

"you you!"

Mu Qinghe's face turned red and she pointed her finger at Zheng Sier. She was so angry that she trembled and couldn't even speak.

But after all, Mu Qinghe is a saint from a religious sect.

She quickly calmed down her emotions and realized that she was being led by Zheng Sirer.

Mu Qinghe took a deep breath, suppressed the embarrassment in her heart, looked at Zheng Sier coldly, and countered:

"Evil or not, what does this have to do with you? So what if you are Ling Daochang's sworn brother? Can you still manage his marriage?"

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she sneered and said mockingly:

"I'm even more curious. What are you planning to do while hiding in Daoist Ling's bedding? Could it be that you and Daoist Ling are sworn brothers because you want to be close to the water and get the moon first?"

When Zheng Sirer was asked why she was hiding, she felt confused and hesitated for a while, but then she thought about it:

Well, you demon girl, you actually want the villain to sue first!

"You spit out blood!"

"Heh, I never thought that the majestic Prince of the North would need to use such careful thinking. I just said openly that I like Daoist Ling. Do you dare?"

Zheng Sier's face turned red, she frowned and replied:

"I...Of course I dare!"

"what?!"

Ling Xiaodong on the side looked at Zheng Sirer in surprise, his eyes widened in shock and his mouth opened wide.

Seeing Ling Xiaodong look at her like this, Zheng Si'er felt that her face was dry and flustered, and immediately added:

"But I don't have your kind of love for brother Ling, but brotherhood. I dare, but why should I say it?"

Mu Qinghe narrowed her eyes slightly and asked:

"You don't have any affection for Daoist Ling?"

"no!"

Zheng Si'er didn't even think about it, she insisted.

"Oh~ so..."

Mu Qinghe nodded slightly, with a thoughtful expression, she raised her head and asked again:

"Since there isn't one, why are you still staying here? It's just getting in the way!"

Zheng Si'er was taken aback for a moment, and became even more angry.

She put her hands on her hips, pointed at the door with the other, and said angrily:

"Why should I leave! Brother Ling and I have a deep love for each other. We are going to have to sleep tonight. You are the one who should get out!"

"Really?"