The unlucky fake daughter was screwed by the rotten system

Then, the crowd around heard two loud and not very pleasant singing voices:

"If the heat gets to you, eat a popsicle.

If life is giving you a hard time, have a slushie.

If love makes you waste time, eat two ice creams.

Popsicle sticks, ice slush

The more you eat, the cooler you feel!

Popsicle sticks, ice slush

Eat it and get rich!

Popsicle sticks, ice slush

Love is as sweet as honey after eating it! "

Soon, the two people's brainwashing shouting gradually resounded throughout the top of Putuo Mountain, attracting more people's attention, and the scene became extremely lively.

They finally caught this wave of traffic.

If Zhao Yunjin saw Yu Zhizhi acting like this, she would rather not be her friend!

the other side.

Zhao Yunjin walked with steady steps and came to an extremely secret courtyard deep in the backyard of the temple.

He gently pushed the door open, and a scent of stale sandalwood hit him in the face.

The yard is filled with various exotic plants, and the walls are covered with ancient calligraphy and paintings and Buddha statues.

He walked slowly across the yard and into the main hall.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he heard a slightly hoarse voice loudly scolding: "You unfilial disciple, if the emperor hadn't sent you to Putuo Mountain to be in charge of this prayer festival, you would have almost forgotten me, your master."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

This cold-faced disciple hasn't come to the top of Putuo Mountain to visit him for almost a month.

The corners of Zhao Yunjin's lips rose slightly, and he raised his head and saw Master Xuanzhen sitting in the center of the main hall.

I saw that the old man was wearing a simple monk's robe and had a kind face, but at this moment he frowned slightly and looked at me with a resentful look.

Zhao Yunjin walked over to Master Xuanzhen, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, I'm wrong this time. It's so hot, would you like some ice cream to cool down and calm down?"

He watched his disciple tear open the oil-paper bag in front of him, take out a crimson ice cream, and savor it bite after bite.

Master Xuanzhen couldn't help himself and began to follow his apprentice's footsteps, carefully taking a bite of the pink ice cream in his hand.

Suddenly, a cool and sweet taste spread in my mouth.

His cloudy eyes suddenly brightened up a lot, revealing a satisfied expression.

Compared to someone else, he ate in a much more rude manner.

And he ate very quickly, as if he was not afraid of the cold at all.

He quickly devoured an ice cream, still looking unsatisfied. He smacked his lips and glanced at the water stains that accidentally dripped onto the ground.

Damn!

I was so focused on eating the top of the ice cream that I didn't notice the bottom had melted quietly. What a pity.

Master Xuanzhen looked at Zhao Yunjin with a smile: "Disciple, where did you get the ice cream? Do you have any left?"

This expression is completely different from just now, as if he is a completely different person.

He just ate peach-flavored ice cream and could taste the rich peach aroma. It can be said that this apprentice has some conscience and still remembers that peach is his favorite fruit.

Moreover, this ice cream is so refreshing and delicious. The icy taste makes him feel much more relaxed physically and mentally after eating one. He had a poor appetite recently and now feels a little hungry.

Zhao Yunjin replied softly, "A friend gave it to me."

"Which friend?"

Master Xuanzhen muttered to himself: My disciple only has a few friends, and he knows them all. Can't he just tell him their names? Could he have secretly made new friends behind his back?

I didn't expect that he actually guessed it.

"I'm a new friend. Even if I tell you my name, you don't recognize me."

Seeing his anxious expression, Zhao Yunjin stopped beating around the bush and said, "She's currently selling ice cream under the shade of a tree next to the temple."

Master Xuanzhen curled his lips and complained, "You should have said it earlier."

This apprentice loves to tease him.

"call out!"

He disappeared from Zhao Yunjin's sight in an instant.

When he ran to the front yard, he was stopped by a little monk, "Master Xuanzhen, a nobleman has come to you specifically to have his fortune told. Do you want to take this big order?"

Master Xuanzhen, who was only thinking about the ice cream, was about to refuse, but when he heard the word "big order", he hesitated.

He pretended not to care, "How big is it?"

The little monk smiled cunningly and raised his index finger: "One thousand taels of silver."

Without even thinking, he responded immediately: "Take it!"

Anyone who doesn't take this big fish would be a fool.

He has already thought about it.

We must make a quick decision later.

With this one thousand taels of silver, I can buy as many ice creams as I want.

This big fish is the Fourth Prince.

While he was talking with Master Xuanzhen in the Zen room, Lin Qianyu, who came to pray with him, was also busy.

She was standing under the marriage tree in front of the temple with her personal maid, looking around.

The personal maid leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I saw the Sixth Prince's personal guards patrolling the area. I believe he is nearby."

"Ah."

After a cup of tea, Lin Qianyu really caught sight of Zhao Yunjin.

She took small steps and slowly walked to Zhao Yunjin, bowed to him, and said in a coquettish voice:

"Sixth Prince, what a coincidence."

Seeing that he ignored her, Lin Qianyu clenched her fists, bit her lip lightly, mustered up the courage to look at him, and continued: "I have been sending strong men to look for the miracle doctor. I think we will find out his whereabouts soon."

"Sixth Prince, although our engagement has been called off, this was not my original intention. I believe the scar on your face will soon be removed, and then..."

Seeing that she wanted to continue nagging, Zhao Yunjin stopped her in time, and said in an extremely cold tone: "There is no need for outsiders to interfere in my affairs."

When Lin Qianyu heard the word "outsider", his face turned pale instantly.

Then, Zhao Yunjin continued, "As for the miracle doctor, I no longer need him."

For some reason, he inexplicably believed that Yu Zhizhi would have a way to heal the scars on his face.

Looking at the receding figure, Lin Qianyu stood there, almost gritting her teeth. She tried her best to suppress her irritable temper.

Why doesn’t he need a miracle doctor to heal him?

She couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that he really doesn't care about his facial flaws, but she does!

He was so cold-blooded and indifferent, and she really didn't know where to start.

Why wasn't he as easy to manipulate as the Fourth Prince and obeyed her in everything?