Master respects him, the five elements are wicked

"A dream in Huang Liang," Fu Qingluan shook his head and said, "Let's say that Lu Sheng had a dream when he was staying in a hotel, and in this dream he lived his life, seeing all the prosperity and enjoying all the wealth. Happy. But he didn’t realize it was just a dream until he woke up. So I think he must be very regretful. After waking up and comparing the reality, and thinking about the beauty of the dream, it’s not too much to be angry?! "Fu Qingluan tilted her head, with her hands behind her back, walked back and forth in front of the magistrate and the lady, and raised her head: "It's not an exaggeration to blame that dream, right?!"

"Did you forget?" The young lady raised her head, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "I remember that Lu Sheng came to his senses after waking up, so why blame the dream?" She was trembling with fear. After answering this sentence, his face softened a little.

"Really? Everyone has a different opinion, Miss." Fu Qingluan rolled her eyes and looked at the sky, "But if I go into details, then this topic will get far away, Miss, or let's get back to the topic .”

Who took the topic away?The three people present knew well that the young lady was speechless when she was blocked, and the magistrate vomited, but he couldn't push back. After all, this nonsense Taoist involved his daughter's life, so he was silent. Angrily, his expression softened: "Master, shall we continue?"

Fu Qingluan gave the magistrate a righteous look, and nodded inscrutablely, "He was angry at that dream..."

"Who?" the lady interrupted.

Fu Qingluan helped his forehead: "Lu Sheng," Fu Qingluan continued to speak with emotion: "Then Lu gave birth to his angry dream, but he can't blame that dream for lying to him, why?! Because he was in the body at that time. In the dream, he was also involved in the drama. If he really wanted to blame him, he should blame himself too."

"Master, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Think about it, the reason why he entered the play is because he didn't know that he was dreaming." Fu Qingluan turned her head and looked at the lady: "Miss, do you think I'm right?!"

The lady was in a daze for a moment, and seemed to understand: "Master, do you mean that my date with A Lang was all a dream?"

"It's a dream, it's not a dream, it depends on how you understand Miss."

"But," the young lady struggled and said, "I can touch him, the feeling is very real, and if it's a dream, how can I explain the fact that I'm pregnant?" As she spoke, she looked up at her father with a guilty conscience.

The magistrate was still calm, although his face was ashen, but he still sat there steadily and did not interrupt.

Fu Qingluan thought for a while: "Miss, I have a few questions, please answer them truthfully."

"Where is your date with Na Alang?"

"... the gate of the government office."

"What?" The prefect stood up abruptly, "Impossible."

Fu Qingluan gave the prefect a calm look: "What time is the date?"

"...It's midnight, exactly three o'clock."

"Didn't you have an appointment during the day?"

The young lady glanced at the magistrate: "No, my father is strict during the day, and only in the middle of the night when the servant girl is asleep, can I be alone for a while."

"Then you went all the way from the boudoir to the gate of the mansion, didn't you meet the guards?"

"No."

"Don't you find it strange?"

"I took the route he pointed out to me after a special survey. He said that this route has no guards and is a loophole when changing defenses."

"Then how did you meet in the first place?"

"At the beginning..." The lady was in a daze: "It was night at that time, I was in the boudoir and couldn't sleep, he called me from outside the door, talked to me, said he was my admirer, and sang to me, I was a little scared at first, but he was very polite, never stepped into my boudoir, never touched my door, and respected me very much. He said that if I didn't want to, he wouldn't force me to call I went out. He said he was content to hear my voice."

As the young lady spoke, there was a trace of sweetness on her face, as if she recalled a very good memory: "Afterwards, he came every night, every time, and persisted for a month. During this month, I I also wondered why my house was heavily guarded, why he could come outside my room every night without being noticed, so I asked him, and he said that he was a disciple of the Immortal Cultivation School with excellent lightness kungfu, and he could not enter this mortal world at all. But it was because of me that my heart was moved."

The young lady paused here, as if she had calmed down, and then continued: "I told him about my troubles, and he was able to comfort me very well. We talked for a month, and he waited patiently for me, and I finally I couldn't help being moved by him, and then I became curious about what he looked like, I wanted to go out and have a look at him, but I didn't dare to go out, after all, it was against etiquette, and I was afraid that my father would catch me."

"Where does your maid sleep on weekdays?"

"In a side room of my boudoir."

"Then he talked with you every night, didn't your maid not notice?"

"This..." The young lady said with some embarrassment, "I... I never thought about that."

"Confused." The magistrate finally couldn't help scolding.Fu Qingluan asked the magistrate to be calm and not to be impatient, and listened to the lady finish her sentence.

"Later," the lady continued, "he told me that he spent nearly a month observing the layout and rules of the guards in the mansion, and found a dead corner, or a loophole in the defense. Go out when the defense is changed in the evening, follow the route he said, and you will be able to leave the house smoothly."

"Girl," the magistrate said heartbroken, "In our house, we never change our defenses every three days. As a young lady in the house, don't you know?!"

The young lady was dumb for a while, and lowered her head silently.The voice is like a mosquito: "I never care about these, and you have taught me, father, that a woman's ignorance is virtue, she must be polite, don't ask questions, understand basic words and allusions, don't need much knowledge, and then learn to be a good girl Enough."

The prefect was dumb for a moment.

Xie Yu stood silently on the side, Fu Qingluan glanced at him, saw that he was very patient, turned around again, and then sighed: "You meet him every day, don't you sleep at night?"

"Sleeping." The lady raised her head again: "He is considerate of me and doesn't want me to stay up late, so every night when he comes, he will call me before the third watch."

"Then don't you find it strange that you don't have menstruation for several months?"

"It's strange, but I checked some books. It said that if women often stay up late, they will lose their energy and have menstrual disorders. Occasionally, they will not have menstruation for a few months. This is also common. So I didn't care. I didn't want to be...pregnant."

"You stay up late every night, how is your spirit?"

"In the beginning, it was naturally bad. After meeting him every night, the next day I would always be sluggish and weak. So I would sleep for two hours during the day to replenish my vitality." The lady twisted. Wringing the handkerchief in his hand, his left hand was still unconsciously covering his right hand: "Actually, thinking about it now, he treats me very well."

"You, you were taken advantage of by someone, ruined your innocence, and now you actually speak for that disciple?" Hearing his daughter's emotion, the magistrate was immediately out of breath, and slapped the armrest of the chair and roared.

The young lady bit her lip and said to Fu Qingluan in a daze: "At the beginning of today, when I first found out that I was pregnant, I was actually afraid all the time, but Master." The young lady mustered up her courage and ignored her father. , Standing up to Fu Qingluan: "Now you let me recall this, I suddenly thought, he is so good to me, I...I want to give birth to this child."

"Are you crazy?" the magistrate exclaimed.

"No." Fu Qingluan shook his head.

"Why not?"

"You forgot, I said, he is not human."

"It doesn't matter if he is a ghost. If he is a ghost, I will recognize him. As long as my child can live, he is a living person."

"But what if he can't become a man?"

"Master," the lady knelt down and grabbed Fu Qingluan's clothes: "Master, you know so much, please help me, I want to give birth to the child, and I want you to help him grow up."

"It's just nonsense, get up for me. It's not promising." The magistrate was so angry that his face was livid, he scolded his daughter, and then turned around. "It's reversed, how did it develop into this? Master," he stopped, and scolded Fu Qingluan angrily: "Smelly Taoist priest, this is how you come to solve my problem?"

Fu Qingluan took a step back to avoid the lady's pull, shifted his gaze from the lady to the magistrate, and said emphatically: "Century-year-old snow lotus seeds."

"..." At this anxious moment, when Fu Qingluan said this, everyone present got stuck.

Even Xie Yu couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"Give me century-old snow lotus seeds, and I, a stinky Taoist priest, will solve this trouble for you." Fu Qingluan solemnly said to the prefect.

The magistrate was stunned for a moment, rubbed his forehead with a headache, and calmed down. He silently glanced at his daughter, then returned to his seat, sat down slowly, put his hand on the armrest, and took a sip of tea. Just as she was about to speak, the lady screamed: "Father, no, please help me, don't break us up..."

The magistrate looked at her indifferently, and then said slowly: "The hundred-year-old snow lotus seeds are a tribute to the capital. They are very precious, and there are only ten. I took advantage of my power and detained two halfway. Seeing that my son was always in poor spirits for the past few months, in order to replenish her vitality, I have already given her to eat. Now you want it, but I can’t get it out, and now the tribute is already on the way to the capital.”

"Father, you are withholding the tribute? That's a capital offense..." The young lady exclaimed.

"Shut up, isn't it because of you?" the prefect scolded. "Miss magistrate, what do you look like crying and kneeling there, get up and do it for me."

The young lady lowered her head in shame, then wiped away her tears, and stood up holding the hem of her skirt.

Fu Qingluan has been pestering for so long in this situation where others are sitting and he is standing, and he has said so much, feeling a little dry. He saw that the magistrate didn't even prepare a sip of tea for them, and there were no snow lotus seeds , the lady was quite happy with herself, so she thought about it, turned around and said to Xie Yu, "apprentice, let's go back."

"Wait..." the magistrate exclaimed.

"Don't..." Miss also exclaimed.

Xie Yu looked at him with disapproval, and said a rare sentence: "Since you're here, let's solve it together."