Chapter 907: Your customers

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There was a faint color on his face, and Su Yi nodded to Yan Xiuzhu: "The son has a heart."
I was still looking forward to seeing Nangong Qing, thinking about what to say to him, what to do with his expression, and just ignore him... but now, he didn’t come at all, even the shadows were not there. The feeling of being fooled, even with the help of bamboo, there is no more talking.
But the bamboo can be different, staring at Su Yi’s fascination, and immediately sensitively aware that she is not right, immediately worried:
Sue girl didn’t have a good rest, how could her face not be good?

There was a breeze blowing in the face, and the weather in the early spring was a bit cool. Su Yi gathered her collar and fainted: "I am fine, I don't have to worry about it."
Seeing what he still wants to say, Su Yi is really in no mood, rushing to Luo Qing: "You are a little cold, I am on the train, go early."
"Hey, Sue girl, are you cold? I have prepared a cloak for you..." 敖修竹 is busy and dedicated, and Su Yi turned and went, Luo Qing smirked in front of him, and the meaning of laughter was profound: It turns out that so many sons are still preparing for it. But now it’s not too early, and there’s still a long way to go to Puji Temple. Let’s go.

This regained his eyes, and Xiu Xiu smiled and said: "That's good, leading the way in front, the two girls' carriages are followed."
He was not entangled, went with a smile, and got on a carriage in front.
Soon the wheels rolled and the group continued to leave.
On the carriage, I have a variety of thoughts on the bamboo, thinking about how to please Su Yi today, which attracted her, but in the carriage behind, Su Yi was depressed, and even the original fun was gone.
"I can't see him, my heart is very disappointed?" Luo Qingyi suddenly snorted and stared at Su Yi's face.
With a sigh of lip, Su Yi sighed long: "Since it doesn't come, it seems that the plan you said is useless. Your Majesty doesn't like me at all. He was just perfunctory yesterday."
Brows a pick, Luo Qingyi is also somewhat annoyed, did not expect Nangong Qing actually face a set behind, even she played. She sneered: "Since I promised, I should do it. I can't think of Nangong Qing actually... Hey!" She didn't finish talking, she suddenly remembered something. According to her understanding of Nangong Qing, he is not such a person. Is there any reason?
Could it be that something happened temporarily?
I was thinking, suddenly the carriage stopped, and the sound of the bamboo repaired outside was heard: "Sue girl, I am giving you a cloak!"
Yuan Xing rode on the horse, faintly watching the every move of the bamboo repair, the heart disdain.
If he dared to marry his family, he kept the first part and let him go. As for the Queen's Empress... He didn't have to worry about anything, even if he didn't come, the prince didn't tell him, why is he doing something? Listen to Wang Hao’s instructions.
Su Yi brows a wrinkle: "Qing 鸾..." Some look like a hairpin, she does not want to be so pleasing to the bamboo.
Luo Qingying smiled and opened the curtain. He saw Zhang Xiuzhu standing in front of him, holding a folded plum cloak in his hand, and it was a good satin fabric.
"Sue girl..." When I saw Luo Qingyi, Yan Xiuzhu was disappointed, but still busy laughing: "Oh, Lao Luo girl, this cloak is my deliberate preparation, absolutely brand new. Let the girl of Su cover the wind."
Not only did not refuse, Luo Qingyi took the cloak and opened it. He said, "Well, it’s good, thank you for your son, but I only prepared one for you? It should be Su Yi. I won't have it?"
I didn’t expect Luo Qingyi to say that, when he was repairing bamboo, he was very uncomfortable:
No, it’s forgotten at the next moment, and it’s going to make people...

"No, I am joking."
Luo Qingxiao smiled and ridiculed him, and in the carriage was Su Yidao: "The son is very hearty, Su Yi, you are not cold, you will give you a cloak immediately, come, you look how is it."
Su Yi was very uncomfortable. Looking at the look of Yan Xiuzhu’s face, she could only find half of her body and barely smiled:
Thank you for your son, I really don’t need to...

"Don't give it back to me, Su girl left, or wait for the wind to be big, it's not good to catch cold." Yan Xiuzhu was afraid that she refused, and quickly left after she finished speaking.
Looking at the back of his departure, Luo Qinglan put down the curtain of the car, but the sound is not reduced: "The son of the son is really considerate and careful, Su Yi, you said yes?"
"You can't make a joke," Su Yi whispered.
The cloak in the hand is like the weight of a thousand, almost making her unstable. Thinking about it or not, she is directly at her side, but her heart remembers the person who should come, but has not come. What happened to him? Really don't want her?
"Su Yi, don't think about it. If Nangong Qing really doesn't come today, then don't miss him."
Although I feel that something is wrong, Luo Qingyi also tried to solve Su Yi: "In fact, as long as you can think of it, this monk is not bad. Compared to the Nangong Qinghou Palace, as long as he can be single-minded, then you Why not consider it?"
That's what it is, but Su Yi still remembers: "Which is so simple? Even if others are better, I will..."
"You are too blind."
Luo Qing glanced at her and said, "The more you put Nangong Qing on your heart, the more he will dismiss you, understand? Sometimes, men don't know what to do, if you ignore him, he Just ran, like..."
Her eyes gestured to the front, a look of laughter and no words.
Su Yi was red-faced by her, but she seemed to believe in non-belief. Obviously, what Luo Qingyu said was completely different from her mother’s teaching of her. The trust that Luo Qingying can have for a long time, she almost subconsciously wants to nod.
"I don't believe you look at it! How do you treat us today? Oh, no, it should be you. Or is it simply, Su Yi, how do you think about the son? Don't give up, Nangong Qingyou What is good, do you see the identity of the Queen?"
"No, green!" Su Yi quickly denied, "You don't misunderstand, I like that His Majesty has nothing to do with his identity, just..." When I thought of myself from the beginning of the girl, I fell in love with Nangong Qing, so many years, two People still have children, who have been so happy for more than a year, how can she forget to forget?
Even if Nangong Qing is so cold to her, he will have more shackles, one and a half, but she will not forget him.
The two talked about it, the carriage drove gently, and unconsciously drove out for half an hour.
Sure enough, as Luo Qingyi expected, 敖修竹 almost every hour to find an excuse to talk, not to send anything to drink, is to ask the two tired, do not stop to rest for a while.
Otherwise, while riding a horse and walking next to the carriage, a pair of suffocating airy look, but hurry to talk with them. The words are sincere and laughter, and he is very knowledgeable and humorous. Su Yi’s polite response has been a few words.
"Qing, how long does it take to get to Puji Temple?" Su Yi asked casually.
She is not too far away, but it is too warm to cultivate bamboo. Even if Luo Qing is in front, she also has a feeling of being unable to stand up.
This was just an exit, and immediately sounded the sound of 敖修竹: "I am coming soon, Su girl is tired? If you are tired, you can walk down, this area has already belonged to the Puji Temple, the scenery is good."
is it? Su Yi heard that this only picked up the curtain of the car and saw that it was not far from the outside, and the sun shone on the riverside, and the golden scales appeared. There are countless pear blossoms on both sides of the road, and the snow is like a cloud. It is like a straight road to the cloud. A faint aroma hit, Su Yi suddenly brightened.
"it's beautiful."
I have been paying attention to the bamboo repair, and she forgot the beauty along the way.
"I also accidentally listened to Nangong Yu that day. The Fengshui pear of Puji Temple is especially good, delicate and sweet, and the entrance is slag. But this will be too early, only pears can be seen, and it is not good to eat Fengshui pears, but We can taste the pear nectar that is unique to Puji Temple.
Luo Qing’s face was filled with a faint smile, picked up the curtain and slowly leaned back to get off.
Seeing Luo Qingyi get off the bus, Su Yi is not far from knowing, hesitated a bit, followed by the car.
The space on the carriage was small, and it was really refreshing. I breathed the smell of pears in the air. Luo Qingying and Su Yi couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
"Or, how about we walk slowly?"
Yan Xiuzhu smiles and walks beside it. It is as intimate as the flower protector. The handsome face is like a spring breeze, and the sound is gentle to the extreme: "It’s not far away, there is at most a tea time. Follow this road to the general Ji Temple. The incense of Puji Temple is very effective, especially for marriage. Everyday, pilgrims are like clouds, and even the rich ladies of thousands of rich people will come here."
Luo Qingying deliberately looked around: "But, today is very deserted, I don't want the pilgrims that the son said."
I have a glimpse of bamboo, and I found that something is wrong.
Although he didn't come here in Puji Temple, he came here a few years ago, and a friend of mine came here six months ago. He talked about the grand occasion here. At that time, he just listened and smiled. But now look again, all the way cold and clear, except that they don't even have a personal shadow carriage, where is the name of a temple?
It is really unusual!
"Yeah, how could this be?" Yan Xiuzhu couldn't understand it. The brow was wrinkled. I was afraid that there was something wrong. I immediately called the next person: "You, go to the front and see what happened to Puji Temple." Is it because the closed door does not let people go, or how is it so deserted?"
However, for a moment, the next person went back in a hurry and looked worried: "The Shaozhuang master is not good. The monk of the Puji Temple said that today they are not open to the public, and the pilgrims will come again."
"What? Actually..." Yan Xiuzhu was shocked and went to the door, but he could not enter?
At this moment, Yuan Xing seemed to find something, his eyes moved, and he said: "Someone is coming."
A few people immediately looked at the past, but they saw far away. A yellow-shirted monk walked over with seven or eight Tsing Yi small sands, one by one in his ten-year-old, and clasped his hands along the road full of pears. It’s not far from a few people. A younger man in front of him looked at Luo Qingyi and Su Yi and respected him:
Small Xiao Zhi Zhiyuan, dare to ask two but Luo Shizhu, Su Shizhu? We The abbot is waiting for a long time."