After saying that, Ruan Tang stood up from the chair and said to Ruan Changhuan: "Sister, please!"
Ruan Tang's attitude suddenly changed, and Ruan Changhuan was not used to it for a moment. His eyes were full of suspicion when he looked at her, but his body remained motionless.
In the end, Fang Huairou pushed her, and then she walked over and sat down where Ruan Tang had just been.
Ruan Tang also took the opportunity to look around the Zen room, and because he was interested in the items in the Zen room, he touched here and there.
Fang Huairou's mind was all about asking Ruan Changhuan to finish writing quickly so that she could send her away, and she had no time to take care of Ruan Tang.
When Ruan Tang walked to a bookshelf with scriptures, suddenly a small melon seed fell from the sky.
Ruan Tang pinched the melon seed and glanced in the direction of Ruan Changhuan and Fang Huairou. Seeing that they were concentrating on copying scriptures, she raised her head slightly.
Sure enough, Qingfeng was lying on the beam of the first room with his legs crossed.
When he saw Ruan Tang looking over, he turned his head in time and threw a 'Wink' at him.
Ruan Tang quietly gave him a thumbs up.
Qingfeng smiled proudly, and then a small white head popped out of his arms, which turned out to be the Snow Jade Beast.
Ruan Tang's heartstrings immediately tensed up, fearing that the Snow Jade Beast would make a sound when it saw her, he quickly raised his index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture.
The snow jade beast seemed to know it and did not scream. Instead, it tilted its head and grinned at Ruan Tang.
Ruan Tang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly lowered his head, and pretended to pick up a scripture casually and flipped through it.
She now admires Qingfeng's elusive skills more and more, and he can actually run in and hide here.
Did you know in advance that they would come here? He is indeed the number one master in the martial arts world, so it was right to call him over.
But I wonder how Chu Mu is doing now?
Just now, after she followed the little novice monk away, she turned around and saw him being stopped by the abbot.
Fortunately, she had made two preparations. If Chu Mu only relied on him, Fang Huairou and Ruan Changhuan would join forces to kill her in this meditation room, and he might not even know about it.
Ruan Tang took the scriptures and walked to the side on the soft cushion on the ground to sit down cross-legged.
There was a low table next to the cushions. There was a tea set on the table, and there was a stove next to it. A kettle was smoking on the stove.
There is also a small shelf next to it, with an incense cage placed on it, which is gently exhaling fragrance.
Ruan Tang is sitting close now, but the fragrance is not pungent, but makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Almost uncontrollably, she took a deep breath.
The fragrance entered her nose, and her mind became clearer. She suddenly became more awake, and couldn't help but look at the two mother and daughter in front of the desk.
She didn't know how Fang Huairou wanted to deal with her, but she also knew that she might have had someone tamper with the things in this room.
Including this fragrance.
Ruan Tang turned to the incense burner again, suddenly picked up the kettle on the stove next to him, and poured it directly on the incense burner.
The sound of "squeak" attracted the eyes of Ruan Changhuan and Fang Huairou.
"I'm not used to this fragrance, so it's gone." Ruan Tang explained with a smile.
Ruan Changhuan had a sarcastic look on his face, while Fang Huairou had a calm look on his face, showing no emotion.
When she lowered her eyes to look at the desk again, Ruan Tang noticed her brows furrowed slightly.
So, is there something wrong with this fragrance?
Ruan Tang is not sure, because so far, she has not felt any discomfort.
On the contrary, her mind became clearer, and for a moment, she couldn't tell the difference.
Not long after, Ruan Changhuan put down his handwriting and said, "Okay, I've finished writing."
"Thank you, sister."
Ruan Tang said, got up from the soft cushion and walked to the desk again.
Ruan Changhuan also gave up his position at the right time.
When Fang Huairou saw Ruan Tang sitting down, she hurriedly pulled Ruan Changhuan towards the door, "Huan'er, you go back first. Grandma Li is waiting outside. Follow her back to the house obediently. Do you understand?"
But Ruan Changhuan was a little reluctant, "Mom, just let me stay a little longer, okay? I have nothing to do when I go back anyway, I'm so bored."
Mainly because she was unwilling to go back and not see Ruan Tang being dealt with with her own eyes.
But Fang Huairou didn't give her any chance to stay and pushed her out the door.
Ruan Tang watched Fang Huairou rush to send Ruan Changhuan away, and couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.
After sending Ruan Changhuan away, it seemed that he was going to start dealing with her.
But she probably doesn't know that Ruan Changhuan probably won't be able to leave this Yueqing Temple today.
Although she didn't know how Ruan Qingluan would treat Ruan Changhuan, but with her methods, it wouldn't be a good thing.
If Fang Huairou knew that she was sending Ruan Changhuan away, but actually pushing her to Ruan Qingluan, she would regret it to death.
But these are all things for later. If Fang Huairou didn't have the intention to do harm to her, she would give her some hints. Now Ruan Changhuan can only hope for happiness.
Soon, Ruan Changhuan was sent out of the meditation room by Fang Huairou, and she also walked back to Ruan Tang.
Ruan Tang glanced at her and pretended not to care.
"Tang'er, mother will grind the ink for you." Fang Huairou said, walking to her side, picking up the ink stick, placing it on the inkstone, and slowly turning it.
Neither of them spoke, and the entire meditation room was quiet, only hearing each other's breathing and the sound of the ink stick rubbing on the inkstone.
Although Ruan Tang was still copying, he glanced at Fang Huairou from the corner of his eye from time to time.
Fang Huairou's face was calm as usual, and he did not show any unusual behavior.
However, there is an undercurrent between the two, and it seems that they have been fighting each other for dozens of rounds.
As time passed by, the faint scent of ink slowly spread around the two of them.
Ruan Tang only felt that although the fragrance of the ink was light, it was much heavier than at the beginning.
She suddenly realized something, stopped writing in her hand, and couldn't help but look at Fang Huairou.
Fang Huairou looked at her with a strange smile on her face.
The next second, Ruan Tang felt a stinging pain in his temples. In an instant, his whole body lost strength. The pen in his hand also fell off his hand and fell onto the rice paper on which most of the writing had been written.
The thick ink smeared on the rice paper, completely staining the beautiful hairpin pattern Ruan Tang had just written, making it impossible to see the original appearance.
Ruan Tang subconsciously wanted to call Qingfeng on the beam, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
She frowned tightly and looked at Fang Huairou in disbelief.
Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the inkstone where Fang Huairou was polishing ink just now.
She didn't expect that the poison was in the ink, she was really careless.
But what exactly was this poison? It was so vicious that it not only made her unable to move, but also made her unable to speak.
It seems that I need to go back and study it with Ling Qing.
Qingfeng, who was on the beam, had been paying attention to the movement below. When he noticed something was wrong, he immediately sat up straight.
However, he was not in a hurry to save people, but continued to observe Fang Huairou's actions below.
She left Ruan Tang's side, walked to the wall with the bookshelf, and raised her hand to gently knock on the wall a few times.
After a while, the wall suddenly rotated, and an entrance appeared.
A man wearing black clothes and covering his face came out.
Fang Huairou whispered to the man: "Move quickly and bring the person in."
