Chapter 55 Your Majesty Wants to Be a Salted Fish 1
Chapter 55 Your Majesty wants to be a salted fish (1)
Lu Chen felt that he had really thought too much. Looking at Yu Lan's dress, it seemed that this was indeed the case.
After hearing this, Ji Wen, who was driving, thought that his master seemed to take special care of this little girl, so he couldn't help but ask another question.
"Speaking of which, little girl, you are a good cook, but I still don't know your name?"
After hearing this, Yu Lan said, "My name is Yu Lan."
Ji Wen said oh.
"Orchid is noble and elegant, a pretty good name."
Yu Lan laughed dryly.
She is not an orchid.
"My slave's orchid is the magnificent one."
"Miss Xiaolan has also read books."
"No, I just learned some words from my young lady."
"It's pretty good if you can read."
…
On the other side is Jialan Temple.
At this time, it stands to reason that the people in Jialan Temple should have rested long ago. But at this moment, the entire Jialan Temple is brightly lit.
At this time, the nine-year-old master Wuling, who was in charge, was wearing a cassock and had been standing here for a long time with a group of disciples.
As the host, Wu Ling is only nine years old. Standing among a group of great monks from Jialan Temple, he is very conspicuous. Although he is young, he is the highest seniority here, and his martial arts is even better than that of the deceased Master Xuan Yi.
True biography.
Monk Huiming, who was standing next to Wu Ling at this time, glanced at the gate from time to time.
not coming.
Still didn't come.
An hour ago (two hours), they were woken up by their junior uncle. He said that a distinguished guest had come to Jialan Temple and asked them to cheer up. They must not embarrass Jialan Temple.
Although I don't know what kind of distinguished guests will be here in the middle of the night, but what my uncle said is most likely true.
I got up in the middle of the night, summoned all the disciples, and stood in the night wind for a full hour, but no one came.
Uncle Junior can't be dreaming. In fact, no one is coming at all.
Thinking of this, Minghui glanced at the upright junior uncle standing in front of her.
"Uncle Wuling, it's already this time. Will the noble person you mentioned really come here? Could it be that there is a mistake?"
"Uncle Master..."
"Uncle Wuling."
"call……"
"call……"
Huiming: "..."
Auditory hallucinations.
It's definitely an auditory hallucination.
Otherwise, why would he hear his junior uncle snoring?
At this moment, Wu Ling, who was sleeping standing up, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars.
"Senior nephew Huiming."
Huiming, who was trying to see if he was sleeping, stood up straight in an instant.
"The disciple is here."
Sure enough, I heard it wrong. How could the young master sleep at this time? He should be meditating on Buddhism with his eyes closed. That must be the case.
Wu Ling wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth while he was sleeping, waved his hand and said: "Senior nephew Huiming, go prepare hot tea and fast food."
Huiming scratched his head, "Uncle, do you want to have a midnight snack?"
Wu Ling: "It's not that I want to eat, but the distinguished guests are here."
Upon hearing this, Huiming couldn't help but look up at the gate, "Are you here? Why didn't the disciple see it?"
Wu Ling raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
"Isn't this coming?"
Huiming glanced at the gate again. When he saw no one, he scratched his head and said, "Then, disciple, go and prepare fast food and hot tea."
"Well, go ahead!"
Wu Ling nodded lightly...
…
"Sir, Jialan Temple has arrived."
While talking, the carriage slowly stopped at the gate of Jialan Temple.
Jialan Temple has a long history. Although it is not big, it is very popular and has produced many eminent monks. One of them was the former national master of Beiyu Kingdom.