After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 320|Extra: Meow night (2)

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When Qiao Wan followed Miao Fa, the middle school boy couldn't help but muttered all the way.

What is this Qiao Wan?

Uncle actually brought Qiao Wan back home? ?

Cui Mansion is... much quieter than Qiao Wan imagined. There are no people in the huge mansion. Although the pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions are scattered in an orderly manner, many places are dilapidated, with broken walls and ruins scattered all over the ground. The withered grass in front and the setting sun make it very desolate.

It doesn't look like someone lives there all year round.

Following Miaofa all the way into the study, the other party stopped, took out a Taoist book from the bookshelf and handed it to her.

As soon as she entered the study, Qiao Wan restrained her curiosity and tried not to look too much.

Compared with Cui Mansion, which is obviously dilapidated, the study is still somewhat popular. It seems to have been tidied up. The bookshelf is full of jade slips and Taoist books. The incense burner on the table is lit with sandalwood, and the aroma is cold and refreshing.

Qiao Wan stuffed it directly into the storage bag without even looking at it.

Then there was no more.

Standing where he was, Qiao Wan felt a little embarrassed, "Then... I'll take my leave now, junior."

Unexpectedly, the other party's cold and calm voice sounded: "It's getting late, Qiao Wan, you can rest in Cui Mansion for the night today."

Qiao Wan paused without saying a word, silently staring at the sandalwood floating in the air.

Miaofa may have misunderstood her meaning, so he frowned again, "Are you unwilling?"

After thinking for a long time, he said, "I was the one who was abrupt, so I will send you back."

"No...no." A voice sounded as thin as a mosquito.

The girl blushed, held down her sword and saluted: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry for bothering you, senior..."

Dinner was eaten at Cui Mansion. There were no servants in Cui Mansion. The dishes in front of her seemed to be cooked by Master Miaofa himself.

Qiao Wanban straightened his back and sat at the table. The boy Lu Xiebao seemed to be afraid of his uncle. He changed his sitting position slightly. Master Miaofa frowned and said sternly, "Sit tight."

The young man shivered all over and immediately stiffened.

Qiao Wan glanced at the magic method not far away and felt lost.

The man lowered his eyes, narrowing his rather coquettish phoenix eyes. His dark blue hair fell down on his cheeks, very softly. He looked a bit like a very stern matron?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Qiao Wan suddenly felt embarrassed.

Of course, the food on the table is still delicious. I thought it was completely vegetarian, but I didn’t expect that there was meat... meat! !

It’s just that Venerable Miaofa himself barely touched the meat on the plate. It seemed that it was specially cooked for her and Lu Xiebao.

Miaofa Venerable of the Great Guangming Palace is indeed the first stern and virtuous matron in the family!

On the table is a bowl of ham and fresh bamboo shoot soup, a plate of soy sauce beef, and a plate of stir-fried green radish. Although it is simple, the soy sauce beef is well cooked. The meat is tender and mellow, fat but not greasy, and the snow-white and transparent beef hooves are The tendon is soft, waxy and chewy, and the soup seems to have penetrated into the beef, which is full of color, flavor and flavor.

It was so delicious that Qiao Wan almost swallowed his tongue.

The fresh bamboo shoot soup is very delicious, and the stir-fried radish is clean and refreshing.

I wonder if senior and dad have a lot in common when they are together.

After dinner, as a guest, there was no point in staying here any longer. Qiao Wan politely left and returned to his room.

As a result, I was suddenly stopped by someone in the corridor.

"Hey, wait a minute!!" the boy Lu Xiebao shouted.

Qiao Wan stopped and turned around slightly.

The young man caught up with her, stopped in front of her, looked at her from head to toe, and curled his lips: "Are you...are you really Qiao Wan?"

"What is your relationship with your uncle?"

Qiao Wan was confused for half a second: What’s the relationship?

After thinking for a moment, he answered honestly: "Senior has taught me a lot, and I am very grateful."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiebao looked like he had eaten **** and couldn't say anything: "Liar, my uncle doesn't just bring people to the house."

Qiao Wan was surprised: "I...am I the first?

She was actually the first one brought home by her senior? !

Although I knew in my heart that Lu Xiebao didn't mean that at all, when I thought about it, I just felt a bang in my head and the temperature on my face rose rapidly.

Slowing down, turning his head away and letting the evening breeze blow on his face to lower the temperature, Qiao Wan asked hesitantly: "What kind of person is your uncle...?"

Lu Xiebao said: "My uncle is a good man and a gentleman."

"The Cui Mansion was a prominent family in Luofengzhou back then. My grandmother believed in Buddhism, so she named my uncle Bitan. I guess my grandmother never dreamed that my uncle would actually become a monk. My grandmother died young," the young man recalled. , "My mother said that my grandfather was very strict with her and her uncle. He would not speak during meals or sleep. If he didn't do anything right or said one more word, he would be beaten."

"Uncle...he has never been willing to stay at home. He told his mother that he felt that he was not worthy of today's luxurious lifestyle. He relied on exploiting the tenants of the family to support the Cui family's extravagant expenses. , uncle, he felt uneasy."

Qiao Wan was stunned on the spot, slightly lost in thought.

A young man from an aristocratic family who is cautious in words and deeds seems to be sketched in front of him. He straightens his back and sits in front of several cases with his eyes half lowered. The moonlight outlines his tall and tall figure, clear and cold.

"My uncle was supposed to inherit the family business, but he sympathized with the hard workers and always lived a simple life. He was never willing to spend more or enjoy more. My uncle had a good relationship with the tenants, but his relationship with my grandfather was not that good. How nice.”

"When my uncle was sixteen years old, he ran away from home, and my mother never saw him again. The Cui Mansion was not a cultivation family to begin with. After my grandfather passed away, the Cui Mansion declined. My mother's chance Coincidentally, after cultivating as an immortal, I took over this old house, and hundreds of years passed before I was born. Later I learned that my uncle was already a respected person in the Great Guangming Palace."

In the middle of the night, Qiao Wan was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with great melancholy.

The bed in Cui Mansion made her feel uncomfortable all over her body, and she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the pillows and quilts smelled like sandalwood.

She had smelled that smell on Senior Miaofa before.

When he thought that the dinner was cooked by Master Miaofa, Qiao Wan sat up from the bed with a shudder, his brows jumped, and he looked at the furnishings in the room in surprise.

Could it be that the senior also tidied this house and made the bed? Maybe he was wearing a quilt cover or something?

The windows in the room were bright and clean, and everything was tidied up. There was even a vase of flowers on the table.

When she thought that the bedding might have been made by a magical technique, the temperature on Qiao Wan's face couldn't help but rise higher and higher, and she finally rolled over and got out of bed in despair.

I can't sleep at all.

When you open the door, the moon is already hanging very high, and the moonlight shines on the corridor like flowing water.

Spring has not yet begun, and in the middle of the night a thin layer of snow started to fall again. The moonlight and wind and snow are very gentle. By some strange coincidence, Qiao Wan followed her memories from the day and came to the study and stood still.

The light in the study was actually on, and a gentle candle flame swayed slightly in the wind and snow, reflecting on the window.

The door of the study room was ajar, and Miao Fa was seen sitting in front of several desks. A lamp was lit, scriptures were stacked on the table, and a string of tall and graceful regular script came out from his big and well-jointed hands.

After hearing Lu Xiebao’s talk about returning to secular life, his uncle started busy translating Buddhist scriptures.

It was late at night, maybe because he had been translating at his desk for too long. Miaofa frowned slightly, pinched the center of his brows gently, pushed back the long hair hanging on his cheeks, and tied the hair tie again, just like lowering his eyes. copy.

Qiao Wan stood for a while, hesitant to say hello. Logically speaking, she had to go forward, but Senior Miaofa copied it so seriously...

At this moment, a deep and magnetic voice suddenly came from the study: "Come in."

Caught on the spot or something...

Looking up and meeting those cyan eyes, Qiao Wan scratched her head uncomfortably and stammered, "When did you find out, senior?"

Miaofa was silent for a moment, and seemed to be annoyed by her and laughed, "Standing at the door like a piece of wood, do you really think I didn't notice it?"

The other party was busy copying and translating Buddhist scriptures, and had no intention of chatting with her. She lowered her eyes and continued busy with her own business.

Qiao Wan stood quietly in the room for a while, then walked to the bookshelf, looking for a book to read.

As soon as she opened it, she didn't expect that there was a dull "pop" sound, and another book fell out from the book in her hand.

This movement attracted Miaofa, who was still copying Buddhist scriptures.

Qiao Wan was shocked to find that this was actually an **** picture! !

In an instant, Qiao Wan's whole body subtly cracked.

Why does Venerable Miaofa have **** pictures in his study? ! ! A demonic monk with an unstable mind? !

On the page of the book, two goblins fighting are entangled in a fancy way.

Master Miaofa was slightly startled, his eyes fell on the **** picture and his face froze.

Qiao Wan immediately straightened up, raised the book in her hand, and hurriedly proved her innocence: "This... this fell from here!!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the Venerable's face was getting stiffer, worse, and darker.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment and then realized.

Maybe, probably, His Holiness doesn’t know the existence of this thing? It is known that Venerable Miaofa has just returned to the Cui Mansion. Before that, the only one who could enter and exit the Cui Mansion was the young Lu Xiebao. Therefore, it is very likely that this **** book was temporarily stored by Lu Xiebao in his uncle's house. In the study.

After thinking about it, Qiao Wan silently took a look at the venerable face, which was not very beautiful, and silently lit a wax for this little brother.

It’s too shameful that my uncle discovered something about my secret sexual intercourse.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, Lu Xiebao was unceremoniously and vigorously dragged out of bed by Venerable Miaofa.

"Uncle?" The young man didn't even put on his clothes yet, his eyes were blank, and he yelled while busy tying his belt, "Uncle!!"

Miaofa showed no mercy at all and said with a cold face: "Niezhao, do you usually hide in my study and read these things without telling your mother?!"

"Kneel down!!"

Raising his eyes to Qiao Wan's "please be sad" face, his eyes fell on the open **** palace on the ground. Lu Xiebao suddenly froze on the spot, trembled, shouted, and lay on the ground with a loud voice. Don't dare to go out either.

"Except for this one, where have you hidden the others?" Master Miaofa sneered, "Go and find it yourself."

Under the pressure of his uncle, Lu Xiebao closed his eyes tremblingly, took out one, two, three, four, five... more than ten **** books from the bookshelf, and knelt at the feet of Master Miaofa, looking ashamed and angry. The look of wanting to die.

In front of a Buddhist giant, Qiao Wan couldn't help but admire this young man's courage.

Hey! Strong man!

As the saying goes, family scandals should not be publicized, and one's own family should teach one's own family a lesson. Qiao Wan felt that it was inappropriate for her to stay here, so she politely resigned and took a step away.

Lu Xiebao cried loudly: "Uncle, uncle, I really didn't mean it. My senior brothers put these things here for me. Cui Mansion is usually unoccupied, so they don't dare to take these things home. Please hide these things in your uncle's study for now."

If Venerable Miaofa believes his lies, his status as a teacher in Buddhism will be in vain.

The venerable man who taught countless disciples under his sect shouted coldly with an expressionless face, and lightly gouged out his eyes with a sharp knife: "Kneel down, and you are not allowed to get up without my order. Do you hear me?"

Lu Xiebao looked at this mistress with trepidation, her beautiful eyes, smooth skin, smooth bones, elegant demeanor, and sharp beauty, like an unreachable flower on a high mountain (wrong).

Miaofa's eyes fell on the open **** palace on the table. He stared at it for a moment, then looked away again. As if he had touched something hot, he immediately stiffened his fingertips and frowned.

I didn’t look at Lu Xiebao again after that, and walked straight out of the study. As soon as I closed my eyes, the man in the **** palace made the woman cry. In an instant, the corners of her clothes suddenly turned pink, and she looked like a girl, with her arms stretched out On the man's neck.

The man has a thin waist and abdomen, smooth and powerful lines, slightly damp navy blue hair, a straight nose buried in her neck, and his long eyelashes brushing against the skin, causing the girl to tremble, and her eyes were slightly confused. Blushing, stammering, crying and calling "Senior".

"Senior?" A clear and crisp voice suddenly sounded.

Leading out of the study, Qiao Wan was standing on the corridor watching the snow. She was surprised when the man in front of her suddenly stopped, his thin lips tightened, and his face was still dark. The man's pretty face was slightly cold, but he looked... He grabbed her wrist.