The real daughter died tragically and was reborn, and the whole family cried and begged for forgiven

Duan Rongshi clenched his teeth.

The corners of my temples began to swell up.

If he hadn't been so reluctant to be cruel to her, her jawbone would have been crushed by him by now.

"Li, Qing, Luo! You can shut up now!"

"Or, do you want to touch it first to make sure?"

As he said this he reached out to grab her hand.

Li Qingluo screamed in fright and quickly rolled away from him, rolling herself to the innermost part.

"Well, I was just teasing you."

"Since we can't commit adultery, let's just sleep on our own."

As she said this, she actually crawled out from under the quilt to the other end.

The gap left in the middle seemed like a galaxy, wide and far away.

Duan Rongshi stood up and looked at her, huh.

You only have this little courage, and you still dare to ask him when he will consummate the marriage?

He was about to turn over and give her a good show when he heard Li Qingluo muttering under the quilt: "Ashi, I don't care about the status of a princess or having a royal wedding ceremony."

"In my heart, you are already my husband."

"Although I was confused when I got married, I still remember everything after I woke up completely."

"We have an imperial decree granting the marriage, and we have already paid homage to heaven and earth, as well as my grandmother and her family."

"We are a married couple..."

"Besides, you, Prince Su, have already faked your own death and escaped. Do you still want me to marry you in the afterlife?"

"If I have to wait any longer, I will be an old maid..."

She is over eighteen.

In a few months, I will be almost nineteen.

In Daliang, there are very few girls who are still unmarried and have children at the age of 19. Although Li Qingluo is not in a hurry, after all... since she is already married, she wants to continue with the necessary steps.

Duan Rongshi just listened to her quietly.

He waited until she was silent before getting up and leaving.

After a while, the noble Prince Su came back personally carrying a mattress.

Although Li Qingluo had fallen into a deep sleep, he still carefully turned her over onto the mattress he had prepared.

After covering her with the quilt and looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Duan Rong whispered, "Okay, I understand."

However, this night was not peaceful.

The monks of Ningyuan Temple suffered a loss and were humiliated by Li Qingluo, so they kept beating gongs and chanting scriptures in the middle of the night.

Moreover, it is very close to their south wing.

The melodious sound of chanting was so annoying.

They did it on purpose.

Who doesn't know?

Fortunately, Li Qingluo had already anticipated that these monks would not give up, so before going to bed, he instructed the killers to keep an eye on the movements of these monks.

As soon as the sutras were recited over there, Sha Yi took ten people and stood outside the classroom.

He didn't say anything, and didn't even knock on the door. He stared at the door with a cold and gloomy look, like ten pieces of wood.

No matter how strong the monks' concentration was, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they caught a glimpse of the towering black shadows.

Sure enough, after a while the monks hurriedly finished this last-minute midnight class.

Everyone quickly lay down, and the dark shadows left.

After everyone left, Jie Qiqi suddenly turned over and sat up.

"Is there nothing we can do about this group of people?"

"This is simply too much!"

"This Ningyuan Temple is our territory, but now they have the final say. We have to look after their moods and are completely controlled by them."

"It's not just us who are affected. Where will the abbot put his face in the future?"

"Didn't you see that when we went to tell the abbot about what happened tonight, his face turned black with rage?"

Jie Chi: "Yes. The abbot was once a legitimate son of a prominent family in Nan'an."

"It was after he became a monk in Ningyuan Temple that the temple became so popular. Those high-ranking nobles in Nan'an, out of respect for him, would come to us to donate money even though it was a long way away."

"The abbot gave us orphans a home, but we were so useless that we made him suffer like this today."

"It's all our fault. We didn't do our job well!"

Jie Air punched the air.

Jie Chen sneered, "What's the hurry?"

"When the Second Princess and her companions arrive tomorrow, these bandits will have their cake and eat it too!"

The rain stopped at dawn.

The young monks in the temple have already started cleaning up the traces of the fire in the east wing last night.

Although three courtyards were burned and could no longer be used, fortunately there were still a few good rooms.

However, if we want to provide the second princess and her family with a more spacious living space like before, I’m afraid it’s not possible.

Unless, Li Qingluo and his group can be driven away.

The monks had another bad idea. After Li Qingluo had breakfast, he sat at the table and painted a picture of Guanyin himself.

Duan Rongshi and Qing Yangzi were standing in the yard talking. When they came in, they saw that Li Qingluo had already completed the sloppy draft.

But he recognized it at a glance; it was himself.

"Did you see it?"

He was not surprised at all, as he had obviously known that the standing statue of Guanyin in Ningyuan Temple looked exactly like him.

Li Qingluo: "Actually, that's my mother, right?"

Duan Rongshi walked over, picked up the brush and added a few strokes to the painting.

In an instant, the painting seemed to come alive and become vivid.

Li Qingluo was a little dazed, as if she really saw Zong Zheng Qingyue.

"So, the reason why my mother receives so much worship and merit from the world is actually because of this..."

Duan Rongshi: "What did you say?"

This time, he really didn't hear her unclear mumbling.

Li Qingluo looked up at Duan Rongshi and finally said, "Ah Shi, if I say I have seen my mother, will you believe me?"

Duan Rongshi frowned: "Is it a portrait of my mother?"

"Haven't you seen it before?"

In Guiyuan, Concubine Yue's portrait was hung on the anniversary of her death.

Li Qingluo shook his head violently and explained, "When I say I've met, I mean I've actually met face to face, and... I've even spent some time with Mother."

Duan Rongshi reached out and touched her forehead.

Li Qingluo anxiously grasped his hand and took it away: "Have you... been to my past life?"

"Besides, he also summoned my soul at the Li family."

"You raided the General's Mansion, but left my grandmother behind."

"You also revealed the true identities of Zong Zheng Yu'er and the Crown Prince, and decisively cleaned up all the hidden dangers in my previous life."

"Ashi, I saw it all."

Duan Rongshi's eyes trembled violently.

He held her face in his hands in disbelief.

After she woke up, they got married in a hurry and he left in a hurry.

After returning, he dealt with the affairs of the Wu Yue Sect.

The two of them had never even had a serious conversation about the truth behind her fainting.

It turns out that she really knows everything!

"Luo'er, could it be that you—you really have gone back?"

Li Qingluo nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Actually, I was right beside you when you went to the General's Mansion to support me and avenge me."

"You went into that room, burned paper for me outside, and asked Qingyangzi to set up the dojo. I saw it all."

"Then I knew that you had also passed through my past life."

Duan Rongshi hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Luo'er, it's all true!"

"They really did treat you like that."

"I really hate myself for not tearing them all into pieces!"

"So you came to me because of your tragic death filled with resentment and resentment?"

Li Qingluo shook his head.

"It's because of my mother-in-law."