In the monotonous meditation room with ornaments, a stream of green smoke with a wood fragrance rose in the bronze tripod furnace, and then drifted to every corner of the room, this incense had the effect of concentrating and calming the air, but it had little effect on Si Beichen.

He sat cross-legged on the cushion, casually playing with a string of Buddhist beads, and his deep eyes glanced at the man in a monk's robe kneeling in front of him from time to time, and a trembling little monk kneeling beside the man.

"Were you being followed when you moved the tank into the cave yesterday?"

The cold voice made people cheer up the spirit, and the man snorted his pale lips, thinking about it, but he really couldn't remember the suspiciousness of yesterday.

Si Beichen looked at the man in front of him who shook his head firmly, and suddenly sneered, and in the next second, he smashed the Buddha bead in his hand on the man's face with a fierce face.

The strings of Buddha beads became a plate of loose sand, and they fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and it was conceivable that his anger was about to reach its limit.

The man's breath suffocated, and his heart rose to his throat. moved his lips and said tremblingly: "The villain doesn't dare to deceive the lord." ”

Si Beichen's face twisted his neck with a distorted face, and the whole person suddenly became irritable, and he hooked his fingers at the man.

The man didn't dare to disobey, swallowed the horror in his heart, and still crawled over obediently.

His hand was like an eagle's claw on the man's neck, and the anger around him made people chill.

"Honorable ...... The Lord spares his life. The blockage of the air made the man blush.

Si Beichen ignored the strength of his hand and tightened his hand until the man's eyes were about to roll before he let go.

If the man was granted amnesty, he was limp with one hand on the ground. When he met his eyes, he forced to suppress the cough that was about to come out.

He frowned, took a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his palms lightly, and stood up unhurriedly, "I remember that you arrived in time last night, and the Lord will spare you once, if there is a mistake, there will be no forgiveness." ”

Last night, he really suffered heavy losses, Xiao Chengyu not only killed all the "legions" he had carefully cultivated, but also set fire to his secret cave.

If you don't kill Xiao Chengyu, it will really be difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.

The man looked at the silk handkerchief that was thrown in front of him, shrugged his head like a dog, his Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't care about the cold sweat the size of a bean on his forehead, and hurriedly said yes.

"Uncle Wuya, who is he?" After Si Beichen left, the little monk Mingjing wiped a handful of fine sweat from his forehead and asked in a low tone.

The pale "Boundless Monk" glanced at the monk Mingjing, raised his sleeves to wipe off his sweat, and said: "Today's matter, you must not spread it, otherwise your life will not be guaranteed, you know?"

Monk Mingjing thought of Fang Cai's battle, and couldn't help shrinking his body, and then nodded fiercely, even if he was given a hundred dares, he didn't dare to say it.

I don't know if it's his delusion, since he came back from Shancheng, he always felt as if Uncle Wuya had changed someone............

There was still half an hour before the Buddhist recitation, and Shen Qingyu walked on the bluestone path without hurry, but he didn't want to meet a man dressed in purple head-on.

From a distance, she couldn't help but take a look, the purple-robed man had a good face, his face was like jade, slender Danfeng eyes, a tall nose like jade porcelain, his lips seemed to be pursed, the contour of his jaw was delicate and abnormal, and of course, the most significant thing was his silver hair.

The word "glamorous" popped out of her mind, although this man looked extremely exquisite, the momentum around him revealed a fierce coldness, like a ghost seeking his life.

At the moment when she was coming, Si Beichen also looked at her silently, the woman in front of her had a beautiful complexion, no rouge, and her whole body was delicate, revealing a sickly state.

When passing by, Shen Qingyu had already steadily retracted his gaze, but Si Beichen stared at her without hesitation, and the feeling was as cold as a cold snake clinging to his neck.

For some reason, at that moment, her heart was extremely fast, as if she was uneasy as if she could pop out at any moment.

Si Beichen paused, looked sideways at the woman who was gradually moving away, and his extremely cold eyes lit up with a different color.

The woman was a little inexplicably familiar, but after thinking about it, he shook his head again............

Shen Qingyu walked into the front hall of the temple in a daze, and the appearance of the man in purple lingered in his mind, so that he didn't notice that a malicious foot reached in front of her.

"Ahh

There is still half an hour before the Buddha recitation, and there are few people in this front hall, only some people who take advantage of the gap to offer incense.

"How dare you step on the feet of this princess?"

Shen Qingyu, who fell to the ground, was still a little blind, and when he heard the sound, he left, only to see a gorgeously dressed woman holding a posture, glaring at her angrily.

And next to the woman stood the Xiao family brothers, Xiao Bingyu, Mo Qingning and others, all of whom looked at her with a good look of watching a show.

"What's the matter, if you fall stupidly, don't you know how to kneel and salute when you see Princess Huaiyu?" Xiao Bingyu said with a smile.

She stared slightly at the face that was seven points similar to Concubine Yang, and the hand hidden under the wide sleeves tightened again and again, as if she was trying her best to suppress something, and in a trance, this face overlapped with the appearance of Concubine Yang who ridiculed her fifteen years ago.

She gasped slightly and closed her eyes for a moment, fine sweat covering her forehead.

Smack-

A slap fell her face, she came back to her senses and faced a face similar to Concubine Yang, her face was cold, and she raised her hand to return the slap.

She looked slender, but the strength of her hand was not ambiguous at all, and this slap stunned Princess Huaiyu, who had always been used to being flamboyant and domineering.

Everyone was also a little relieved, this Princess Huaiyu was favored by the emperor and queen on the tip of her heart, and Mo Nianchu dared to beat Princess Huaiyu undoubtedly to her own death.

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but gloat.

"This girl is also bold, and she dares to beat Princess Huaiyu. ”

"That's not it, I heard that the emperor and the queen are reluctant to do it with the princess. ”

"Ouch, it's a pity that this little girl doesn't know how she died. ”

The sound was not big or small, but it was enough for everyone present to hear it clearly.

"How dare you beat Princess Ben?" Princess Huaiyu covered the red and swollen half of her pretty face, staring at her fiercely, and she wanted to eat her.

She stood up without a deaf ear and patted the plaster on her hands: "It was the princess who did it first. ”

"It's clear that you stepped on the princess's foot first. Xiao Bingyu sneered.

"Sister, don't quibble, we've all seen it. Mo Qingning echoed casually.

Shen Qingyu smiled, laughing extremely ridiculously, can they eat her?

"I want to ask, why did I step on the princess's feet when I walked so well? ”

These words have a deep meaning, coupled with those eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, Huaiyu's face can't help but feel a little weak.

"You don't have long eyes, but you blame the princess?" Xiao Bingyu sneered.

At this time, a nice male voice came.

"Huaiyu. ”

When everyone heard the prestige, they saw Sheng Xiaohou and Song Zhiyuan strolling over.

"Second Emperor Brother, you have to be the master of your sister, my sister just came to this Buddha Temple today, and she was bullied. As soon as Princess Huaiyu saw that the backer was coming, she wiped her eyes and greeted her with a crying voice.

The difference is that when everyone saw Sheng Jingchen, their faces changed, which was obviously Mo Nianchu's slut's backer.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at Princess Huaiyu's red and swollen face, and his complexion couldn't help but cool: "Who bullied you?"

Seeing this, Shen Qingyu raised his foot and took a step forward, moved his lips, and was about to speak, but Sheng Xiaohou Ye hurriedly said, "Who bullied you?"

Princess Huaiyu, who threw herself in Song Zhiyuan's arms, thought that she was asking herself, and couldn't help but be secretly happy in her heart, she looked at Sheng Jingchen on the side with tears in her eyes, and raised her hand to the direction of Shen Qingyu.

"It's that. ”

As soon as the words fell, Sheng Jingchen raised his hand and slapped Princess Huaiyu's face.

Everyone was surprised by his move, including Shen Qingyu.

Princess Huaiyu covered her pretty face with hot pain, and looked at him incredibly.

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