The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1230

Chapter 1230: 600 Pampering Her (Second Update)

He laughed and said, "I should say they’re old acquaintances of you and little Jingkong."

How did Jingkong get involved again?

Gu Changqing coaxed, "Call me brother, and I’ll tell you."

What is this, baby talk?

Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow, "Did you run into a monk from a temple in our area?"

Gu Changqing: "..."

My sister is too clever for her own good, not good.

With a resigned smile, Gu Changqing admitted that since she had guessed that much, he couldn’t deny it.

"When I passed through Lihua Town, I encountered monks from the temple near your village. I was feeding the horses at the post station, and several young monks about Jingkong’s age came to me for alms. Their accent sounded quite similar to yours and Xiaoshun’s when you just arrived at the Capital City, so I asked where they were from."

"They said they were from Pingcheng Prefecture in Youzhou. When I heard that, wasn’t it where you grew up as a child? So I asked them if they had heard of Qingquan Village. They told me that Qingquan Village was at the foot of the mountain behind their temple, and moreover, their temple had a little monk who gets dizzy at the sight of meat and was taken in by a family from Qingquan Village."

"They even said the family that took him in had a little fairy with a mole on her face."

Mole.

Gu Jiao couldn’t help but laugh.

It definitely sounded like those little monks’ accent.

Gu Jiao stated one by one, "It’s Jingxin, Jing Fan, and Jingshan."

Gu Changqing was surprised, "You remember them?"

Gu Jiao replied, "I’ve spoken to them."

Jingkong’s three plastic playmates, who always hoped Jingkong would leave the temple, never told him that once he left, he still couldn’t eat meat, for fear that Jingkong wouldn’t want to leave at all.

But Jingkong was unapologetically competitive, always snatching food from his three little friends.

Gu Jiao asked curiously, "How did you come across them?"

Gu Changqing explained, "They were accompanying the temple’s abbot to a Buddhist conference. They’ve traveled across half of Zhan Country, and they were in Ye City when the border skirmish occurred. However, they had no idea about your connection to the Gu Family army, nor did they know you were there too."

Gu Jiao hummed, "It seems I really missed them."

Gu Changqing continued, "They took me to meet the abbot, and he asked a lot about little Jingkong. When he learned that Jingkong had never been sent back by you, the abbot was quite surprised."

Gu Jiao quirkily asked, "Why would I send Jingkong back?"

Gu Changqing: Perhaps because... he’s quite a handful?

Suddenly recalling something, Gu Changqing instructed, "The abbot said he’s about to return to the temple and asked that you take good care of Jingkong." Definitely do not send him back to the temple.

Gu Jiao inquired, "Did you see an older monk? The kind with a white beard, a bit hunched, maybe walking unsteadily, with deafness, trembling hands, and blurry vision?"

After all, he couldn’t even play the zither anymore.

Gu Changqing decisively shook his head, "No. Ah, right, the abbot asked me to bring you something, said it was for Jingkong."

"Oh," Gu Jiao looked at him.

Gu Changqing went outside to the saddle and took down a bundle, retrieved a small box from it, and handed it to Gu Jiao, "This is it. I’ve never opened it, so I don’t know what’s inside."

The box was not locked, but simply clasped.

It was clear that the abbot trusted Gu Changqing, the young master of Gu Family army.

Gu Jiao did not open it either, but instead went inside and placed it at little Jingkong’s bedside.

The little guy would be thrilled to know the abbot had sent him a gift.

When Gu Jiao came out of the west wing, Gu Changqing was standing by the door, looking at her with a deep gaze, "I came over today because there’s something else I want to tell you."

"What is it?" Gu Jiao asked.

"I might have to leave Zhan Country for a while," Gu Changqing said.

"Why leave?" Gu Jiao was puzzled.

Did you all agree on this? One after another, you all have to leave.

Gu Changqing raised his hand and tenderly stroked her temple, "To find a cure for you."

You’re my little sister.

I don’t want to see you lose control amid blood and killing intent again, nor do I want to see you hurt yourself to suppress your urge to kill.

So even if I have to ascend a mountain of swords or descend into a sea of flames, I must find a cure for you.