A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 79

Why is he looking at his senior brother? Lin Feifei curiously followed his gaze—oh no, Ling Yi is holding that fan in his hand!

Finally, his gaze slowly shifted to her.

Bright, sharp eyes, seemingly able to see through everything, looked over quietly without asking questions or blaming.

Is he angry?

Lin Feifei lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze—it was really wrong to give away something someone had worked so hard to draw, but her senior brother had asked for it, and she couldn't very well refuse, especially since the fan was originally meant for him, and keeping it now...

She thought about it and decided to go over and explain to him.

But just as she was about to take a step, he turned away from her and got into the carriage.

mean!

She pouted.

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As June approaches, Nanjing City takes on even greater charm in the summer. People come and go along the riverbank, and the green waves ripple beneath the willows.

Lin Feifei walked slowly, feeling depressed.

Lingyi remained quiet and reluctant to go out, and the mad monk had disappeared again in the past two months. She had searched almost the entire city of Jinling but could not find him, and there was no one to talk to.

Chu Ying never came to see her again.

"What a stingy man!" Lin Feifei felt a little wronged. Although she knew it was wrong of her to give the fan away, he left without listening to her explanation. Could she really blame herself for it all?

Perhaps he wasn't angry, but was just too busy pursuing the beautiful Miao Qing to have any free time...

Okay, okay, what does it have to do with me!

She threw all the willow leaves in her hand into the water and stared blankly into space.

A voice rang out from far behind.

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“Indeed,” he said honestly, “it’s in Zhenjiang.”

"The monk wants to go?" came the somewhat languid voice.

Lin Feifei immediately turned around.

Sure enough, the mad monk was frowning and complaining, "In this sweltering heat, I'm too lazy to go."

Lin Feifei was extremely familiar with the figure walking alongside the mad monk. His green dress fluttered in the wind, and his brows still revealed a hint of wisdom as he walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Too lazy to help the world and save lives?"

"Amitabha Buddha, it's best not to do things yourself." A very honest voice.

"If the monks don't go, who will?"

"you."

"I just finished something for you the day before yesterday," he said with a wry smile. "Why is it me again?"

"Because you lost."

He was taken aback: "Where did you lose?"

"Are we betting on who sees the money on the ground first?"

"yes."

The mad monk immediately pointed at Lin Feifei and said with a grin, "That's not her."

Chu Ying was stunned.

The mad monk still grinned and asked, "Is that one coin?"

After a while.

Chu Ying nodded with a wry smile.

The mad monk was even happier: "Is she standing on the ground?"

He nodded again, giving a wry smile.

"Go and come back soon!" The mad monk chuckled as if he had stolen a hundred roast chickens, waving at Lin Feifei. "Little Taoist priest, you've come at just the right time, helping this humble monk win a round!"

"When did you start gambling too?" Lin Feifei chuckled. "What are you gambling on?"

He earnestly put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, I will not take that precept. This humble monk will take his leave now."

"Wait," Chu Ying stopped him, "Could you give me a few more days?"

The mad monk looked at Lin Feifei and laughed, "If I don't agree, I'm afraid someone will pull my ear again."

After saying that, he indeed ran off, dragging his shoes along.

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He stood there, but didn't come over.

Lin Feifei was at a loss for words and stood there stunned.