Seven hundred and fortieth chapters Mingjiao saintess
In Zhaode Square, Yang Lin, with a red ribbon on his head and a singlet, was having fun playing Cuju with Zhong Guiyi, Cai Lingbao and several little girls.
The eldest daughter Yang Tianying next to her smacked her little palms. Yang Lin wiped his sweat and kicked harder when he saw his daughter's adoring eyes.
Suddenly the cheers died away. Yang Lin kicked the net in the middle and turned around to see Fang Miaolian leading his daughter away.
Yang Lin quickly made a gesture and said: "Pause, pause, halftime."
Then he ran over with the ball in his arms. Fang Miaolian was dressed very appropriately today. Although she was not wearing any makeup, she still looked bright and bright in a red dress. Yang Lin asked in confusion: "Where are you going?"
Fang Miaolian said angrily: "Go to the temple to fulfill your wish."
"In the temple?" Yang Lin frowned and said, "You are a saint of the Ming religion. Why are you going to the temple? Is the temple dedicated to the Ming King?"
When Fang Miaolian heard this, he became angry, "You have asked you to eradicate the Ming Cult, but you still don't want others to believe in Buddhism?"
Yang Lin secretly thought, now is his critical moment, there is no guarantee that no one will have evil intentions.
They can't do anything to themselves, but they have to guard against doing anything to their families.
"What's so good about believing in Buddhism? It's better to follow the master Ben Chiyang and convert to Taoism. The main reason is that it's more convenient. There is a hall for worshiping the Three Pure Ones at home, and a place where you can fulfill your vows."
Fang Miaolian rolled her eyes at him, picked up her daughter and left, making Yang Lin very angry.
If her daughter hadn't been here, she would have been dealt with on the spot. Yang Tianying raised her delicate little face carved with pink and jade, and said in a sweet voice: "Don't go to the temple."
Yang Lin was so happy that she hugged her daughter and kissed her hard.
Fang Miaolian looked at the two of them and laughed angrily, dragging Yang Lin and saying, "It's the same if you go with me."
Yang Lin said in shock: "What should I do?"
After saying that, he suddenly realized that since he was going to fulfill his wish, he must have made it, and it was probably for himself.
This saint gave the amulet to herself and Yang Tianyi last time, and she was indeed cold-faced and warm-hearted.
Yang Lin's heart warmed up, so he agreed and said hurriedly: "I went to that temple because I was afraid that the monks would think too much."
Fang Miaolian ignored him, twisted her round and concave waist like a gourd, swayed her hips, and walked out.
Yang Lin scratched his daughter's nose and said with a smile: "You go to Aunt Taozi. Daddy will play with you when he comes back."
After getting on the carriage, Yang Lin looked at it carefully. Today, Fang Miaolian was wearing a pleated butterfly suit with a golden flower on her temples. She looked familiar. He should have given it to him. The fabrics used were all gold. The silk thread is pressed, and it can be seen that it has been carefully decorated.
The white silk bra on the chest is supported by the round breasts, which are exquisite and ups and downs. Although the Mingjiao saint does not deliberately flatter, the whole person also reveals a mature appeal.
Seeing Yang Lin's gaze, Fang Miaolian was very happy, but her face still had a cold look, but her pretty cheeks were slightly red. Her inadvertent embarrassment and nervousness also revealed her thoughts.
Who is sitting opposite? He is Yang Lin, the son of Chiyang. He is the most proficient in the thoughts of these daughters' families and can be called an expert.
The saint looked so cute to Yang Lin that he wanted to go up and take a few bites.
The carriage drove slowly to the Daxiangguo Temple. This road is called the busiest street in Bianliang, until it reaches the Daxiangguo Temple, which is also where the crowds of people are all year round.
Yang Lin's carriage had a fence between the driver's seat and the back seat. It was completely painted black and had no extra decorations.
The car has one layer of bead curtains and one layer of cloth curtains. Because it was built for the wives and concubines in the inner courtyard, there is an extra shaft seat, so that the maid can sit in the bead curtains when driving, and there is a fence to separate them without being exposed.
This year was not peaceful at all. There were wars in the southeast and northwest, but the Central Plains became more prosperous.
Bianliang and Kaifeng are experiencing a second period of crazy and barbaric growth, with various palaces and mansions rising from the ground.
Transportation in all directions is more convenient, and the official roads in the suburbs are paved with bluestone slabs and polished very smooth.
Now that it is approaching late autumn, many merchants are coming to Bianliang to sell items for winter and New Year expenses.
The streets are even busier with traffic, and there are many people selling various snacks and handicrafts on both sides.
Yang Lin opened the curtain and was very happy to see it. In such a prosperous time, the sea, the river and the river were clear, and it was done by his own handiwork. How could it not make people fascinated.
Yuqian Street is the residence of the rich and powerful in Bianliang, Tokyo. It can be said that every inch of land is precious.
The value of Zhaodefang in the old days couldn't be compared with that here. The luxurious mansions with blue bricks and white walls, and the huge courtyards surrounded by each household, could not be compared to what kind of families they lived in.
Some peddlers like to sell some exquisite but not very expensive gadgets here. There are often young ladies and maids from noble families who take a fancy to them and buy them.
Suddenly, a little girl selling clay figurines appeared nearby. She was about six or seven years old with delicate features. Not far away, a blind man was holding the clay figurines and applying colors. It seemed that she was selling them for her father. She was very well-behaved and sensible.
The girl had a small basket tied around her waist, and a red rope was tied around her neck and hung in front of her body. Her face was red, her smile was pure and pure, and she was very cute.
Yang Lin knocked on the wall of the car, and the woman driving the car slowed down. Yang Lin smiled and said: "You see that little clay figurine is so interesting, why don't we buy one for my daughter."
Fang Miaolian came over to take a look and said disapprovingly: "They are just ordinary clay figures..."
Suddenly, she noticed the little girl. In fact, this kind of child was very common in Bianliang.
Not only on Yuqian Street, they also often appear in major restaurants and restaurants, selling snacks and gadgets.
The things they sell are not necessarily very good. The main thing is that the children talk pleasantly and look cute, so people can't help but spend money to buy some.
The total amount is only ten or eight cents, which are small amounts of money that even ordinary people can easily get away with.
When Fang Miaolian was a child, she followed her biological father and did such things. At that time, she was truly carefree and the happiest time in her life.
Later, after his father died, he was brought into the Ming Cult. Fang La accepted a group of sons and daughters in the cult. Later, only Fang Miaolian worked hard and cleverly to achieve the position of a saint.
In the Ming Cult, there is a mixed bag of good and bad, and there are all kinds of people. Fang La is also a bold and loyal man. He doesn't look down on the people under his subordinates and relies entirely on himself to deal with them.
Who is born with green bamboo leaves...
In a blink of an eye, the little girl saw her staring at him and trotted over, "Sister, you are so beautiful. Do you want to buy a clay figurine?"
Fang Miaolian was pulled out of her thoughts by this sound, and said with a smile: "Come forward, I will pick one."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly trembled, and a pair of big hands inside untied the tassel from his waist with incredible speed and familiarity.
"Sister, you are so beautiful, I will give you one!"
When the little girl saw that her face turned even redder, she thought she was shy because of her praise. Such a girl was very lively and generous, and she had no idea that the sister in front of her was nicknamed Zhuyeqing.
Yang Lin inside tied her in front of the car curtain with a piece of gold and red silk. Fang Miao couldn't move her waist, so naturally she couldn't shrink her head in. She had to grit her teeth and endure the frivolity behind her.
Yang Lin was very playful, and he was a good fighter. He used eighteen kinds of martial arts, and Fang Miaolian was no match for him.
But in order not to reveal her secret, she could only chat with the little girl. If it were an ordinary person, the little girl would have walked away long ago.
But this sister had a fairy-like appearance and liked herself so much. The little girl was extremely proud.
Fang Miaolian kept showing off his craftsmanship, and suffered several life-and-death struggles. His calves kept kicking in protest. However, he felt his knees were bent, and his whole body was numb and numb like an electric current.
It was not too strange to have this little girl on the street, so I had to endure it and had to talk to her to avoid being noticed.
The little girl saw that she looked a little strange, so she asked, "Sister, are you sick?"
Fang Miaolian just bit her lip and shook her head. The little girl understood immediately: "Sister, you didn't bring any money, I'll give this to you!"
"Well... I have... I have money. Just wait, it will be fine in a while."
As if he was very dissatisfied with this sentence, the movement in the car gradually became louder.