Chapter 291 Little Beggar 2
The little beggar had been wandering around Xiangguo Temple for several days. Now she had found a way to get food. In the morning, she would squeeze into the small side door behind the temple, where monks would give alms. Although there were many beggars, she was thin and agile, and could always grab a steamed bun.
This is all thanks to the martial arts master from my neighbor when I was a child. I learned some strange moves from him, and I didn't expect that many years later, they would become the things that help me survive and save my life.
Crouching in the corner, avoiding the howling northwest wind, the little beggar thought of his childhood days, tears streaming down his face. Why... why... did it become like this today.
"Make way... Everyone, make way..." A guard made way, and he cracked his whip, "The young general of the Duke's Mansion is here to burn incense at Xiangguo Temple, please make way quickly."
Whenever a noble person came to the temple, Xiangguo Temple would always clear the way, keep ordinary people out, and only allow them to go in to burn incense.
As the young master ate, he looked at the nobles in front of the Xiangguo Temple opposite and sniffed. Once upon a time, their family had also been treated like this, but unfortunately...
Oh, I told you not to think about it, but you are still thinking about it. The little beggar is like a lunatic, hitting himself on the head with his hand.
Ning Qillang seemed to sense something. He turned around and looked at the gate of Xiangguo Temple. At the gate, all the small vendors and ordinary people had been driven aside, leaving only the guards and monks.
Just as he was about to look away, he saw a little beggar squatting in a sunny corner in the distance, looking straight at him.
He frowned and looked at the guards beside him.
The guard immediately understood and quietly retreated.
Ning Qilang Ning Hua entered the Baoxiong Hall. A senior monk had already stood in front of the altar. When he saw him, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!" After paying his respects, he lit three incense sticks for him and said, "Donor, please..."
Ning Qilang took the three incense sticks and worshiped them devoutly, bowing down after each stick, and praying silently in his heart: I hope Ah Hui finds a good match, I hope my eighth sister finds a good match, I hope my parents and relatives are healthy..."
He prayed for all his relatives except himself.
After praying, Ning Qillang prepared to turn around and leave.
The senior monk who greeted him smiled and said, "Donor, your love star is moving, and your marriage is here."
Ning Qilang was startled, but after a moment, he smiled. He never believed these things, but since the monk said so, he would take it as his own belief. "Thank you, Master. If it is a good match from heaven, I would like to gild the body of the Bodhisattva."
hiss!
The young monks around were secretly shocked. As expected of a young general from the Ningguo Mansion, his generosity was really lavish.
Ning Qilang and the monk looked at each other.
They both smiled.
The monk bowed his head and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha!" Pious and sacred.
Ning Qilang smiled indifferently, turned around and left.
Went out the door and got on the carriage.
The chief of the personal guards followed him onto the carriage and said, "Young General, I just checked and found that the little beggar squatting in the corner is a young lady. She seems to be from another place and has just arrived in the capital. She has been begging near Xiangguo Temple recently."
Ning Qillang was listening to his subordinates' replies while listening to the noise outside. He sensed something and reached out to lift the curtain of the carriage. His eyes happened to meet that little beggar's.
Although his face was dirty, his eyes were clear and bright, like the stars in the night sky.
Ning Qilang lowered his eyes and glanced at the dirty hand. Although the hand was dirty and black, he felt that the ten fingers of this hand had not been wet at least half a year ago. Only wealthy families could afford to support a delicate girl with a hand that had not been wet.
Who is she? Why is she begging in the Xiangguo Temple area?
The chief guard shook his head. "I haven't found out her identity yet. Should I quietly capture her and interrogate her?"
Just when Ning Qillang was about to lower the car curtains, he noticed some looming gazes around the little beggar.
It’s really not easy.
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