In the corridor, Jiang Ping expressed his inference in a tone of neither joy nor sorrow.

"...For you, it's just a harmless joke, and maybe even in your eyes, your kiss is a good luck he has given for three lifetimes.

But have you ever thought about the consequences of your prank?

Your beautiful face, you are beautiful and charming, and you are sought after by thousands of people, but this is not the capital you use to hurt others.

Because your proud face is not much nobler than others in the eyes of some people.

Therefore, the Buddha said that all beings are equal.

Now, do you understand?"

"Is it really...is it?"

Miss Yinshuang touched her face and was completely stunned.

She showed a smile on her face, and she staggered back, and didn't ask the little monk Bujie to say anything, so she covered her face and ran away.

"Amitabha."

The little monk Bujie looked at Jiang Ping in surprise.

"Donor Jiang, you have a fate with the Buddha."

"A little trick to carving insects."

It’s not too difficult to do reading comprehension.

Jiang Ping smiled.

Then the corners of his mouth moved slightly and quietly sent a voice:

"My little master, can you still get that girl back?"

Beautiful things are always pleasing to the eye, and just completely disfigures a nine-point beauty, which is actually a loss.

Of course, the most important thing is that it is not your own business, so you can naturally express forgiveness generously.

Who is not a double standard yet?

The little monk Bujie looked at Jiang Ping in surprise again, and sent a message back:

"Donald Jiang, how do you know?"

Can it really recover?

Jiang Ping couldn't help but feel silent.

I feel that you, the little bald man with beautiful eyes, is also a bitch.

He said he wanted to punish others, but he still kept his hands behind his back.

However, monks are also men. When facing women, especially beautiful women, they always involuntarily become mean.

Jiang Ping expressed understanding.

I heard the little monk continue to send a voice:

"The little monk used the Great Handprint of Compassion, and he didn't use much force. About three months, the blue marks on the female donor's face would automatically disappear.

Alas, she actually kissed the little monk, and the little monk was happy.

So I just hope that the female donor can understand the truth without expending the hard work of the little monk.

The female donor and the little monk are destined to be together. If the little monk can really return to secular life..."

"Stop!"

Jiang Ping held his index finger against his palm and spoke directly:

"You monk Hua, don't talk to me."

Pooh!

Licking the dog!

"hey-hey……"

The little monk Bujie smiled embarrassedly, put his hands together, and really stopped talking.

"Okay, now let's talk about how to deal with this matter peacefully."

Jiang Ping coughed a few times and said slowly:

"This matter is not big. Since it has not hurt anyone's life, let's settle it privately."

Manager Chang's eyes moved and stepped forward and asked:

"How do you plan to settle the matter privately?"

"Give a price."

Jiang Ping looked at Manager Chang with a smile and said:

"Miss Yinshuang's contract for sale should be in your hands. I bought it."

Manager Chang waved his hand back, and the thug who had gathered gradually retreated, stretched out a finger and smiled:

"Young master is so cheerful, ten thousand taels!"

"I think that Yinshuang is not a virgin either. It's time for me to pick up customers in Baihua Pavilion.

Even if her face is not destroyed, it shouldn't be worth this price. I am not going to be a slaughter for you!"

Jiang Ping sneered.

Changshuo is like he is doing business by himself and is doing business:

"Young master is a bad idea. Yinshuang is the top courtesan in the pavilion. In order to cultivate her, she spent a lot of money.

Now, if a guest of Yinshuang wants to stay overnight, he has to spend hundreds of taels of silver, ten thousand taels of silver, which is the price of dozens of customers.

If it weren't for the sake of the young master, I wouldn't have been willing to bear it."

"Don't you know when this young master?"

Jiang Ping said with a slight mocking:

"This kind of courtesan can take guests three times a month, so I think she is efficient. Besides, she is worth hundreds of taels now, and in half a year, it will be fifty taels. I think others have to think twice.

So don’t talk about anything you don’t know with me. Five thousand taels will be settled in one go!

Either we have to take the money or we will draw the road and make a gesture to see if you can beat me?

I would like to remind you that this little master beside me is the future son-in-law of the Murong family."

“Not yet.”

The little monk Bujie smiled shyly.

"Speak, don't interrupt."

Jiang Ping retorted.

This monk is open-minded and has avenged his grudges.

But he still has to wipe his butt.

As we all know, he is a peace-loving person, and he will not fight without fighting.

"Young Master is really sharp, then... well, just give your husband a face."

Changguan Zhan Yan smiled, but he didn't take the son-in-law of the Murong family seriously. As we all know, there was only one son-in-law of the Murong family, and he was definitely not a little monk. He just regarded it as a joke.

"Hongxing, go and get Yinshuang's body sale contract. From today on, Yinshuang will be the young master's person."

...

"Here, this is one hundred taels of silver. You said it was just a corner, so you should have some private money on it. Just take this money and live a life with it.

Well, if you meet a good man, just marry as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a little monk who will always be thinking about it."

"The little monk didn't."

"Do I still have a chance to meet a good man?"

"Of course, who can know how sincere those who fall in love with you because of your face?

Only when you fall into the bottom can you know who is the true heart and who is the false.

Besides, life will never make you cry all the time, and there will always be sunshine falling.

Well, although this is a bit inappropriate for me to say, you can just listen."

After all, Yinshuang had some involvement in his experience today.

"Thank you, young master, you are a good person."

Looking at Yinshuang's back, the little monk Bujie sighed:

"The fate of the little monk is gone."

"Isn't this what you beat yourself?"
To be continued...