Yan Ying buried most of her head in Qin Yu's arms, her eyes were closed, she didn't want to answer Qin Yu's question. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In her previous life, yes, her past life cannot be said, if she said it, she would become a monster, but she didn't want to deceive Qin Yu. He was so good to herself, she didn't want to be a little cheating, so she simply pretended to be asleep.

The carriage drove directly into the palace and arrived at the gate of Wan Yanqin's dormitory.

"Don't you need to change your clothes?" Yan Ying asked Yeke, "That's not polite, isn't it?" Because they were going to cultivate, they only wore the simplest corsetes, plus a padded jacket and a big coat to protect them from the cold, and their hair was also simply tied up, and when they went, they were riding horses, and their whole hair was blown messy, although they were sorted out on the carriage, it was too simple and casual.

Yeke smiled and said, "It's okay, the master doesn't care about this, and the stay is very short, the emperor is worried that you won't be able to touch it." ”

Yan Ying thought to herself, this master is so big, she doesn't even want to wait for them.

However, this kind of master has always been so awesome and coaxing, and he really doesn't pay attention to appearance.

But, actually? I don't know.

Yan Ying gave him a bad review in her heart first, and she was not so active in following in the footsteps of Yeke.

Entering the main hall, Wan Yanqin was sitting on the right seat with a person, and a red figure with an extraordinary aura jumped into his eyes, blurry, and his face could not be seen clearly.

But I saw a little monk standing next to Master Xuanzang, also in a red monk's robe, could it be a lama?

She paused suddenly, a strange feeling came to her heart, and the person sitting on her seemed to have an inexplicable pressure forcing her, or maybe he was probing himself?

Qin Yu noticed that her footsteps had stopped, glanced back at her, saw that her face was not good, and was a little worried, so he reached out and took her hand and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. Yan Ying came to her senses and shook her head with a smile.

"Then let's go, hold on for a while, and then go back and have a good rest. He smiled softly and pulled her inside.

"Hmm. Yan Ying nodded vigorously and smiled sweetly.

"Yu'er, Ying'er, come and meet Master Xuanzang. After Yan Qin saw the two of them coming, he hurriedly stood up and earnestly introduced, and the master Xuanzang slowly stood up, lowered his head, and folded his hands.

"The poor monk has seen two benefactors. "His low voice is very charming.

Yan Ying frowned slightly, as a monk, is it okay to use this kind of voice to talk to others?

She saw him with his head down, so she looked at the little monk behind him, he was wearing a red monk's suit, he looked very delicate, and noticed her gaze, the little monk looked serious, and the roots of his little ears were red.

Yan Ying couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, little fresh meat, so cute.

"Sakura. Wan Yan Qin saw her staring at the little monk, her face was very embarrassed, and she hurriedly called her.

Only then did Yan Ying turn her face to look at Master Xuanzang, and met his gaze, stunned.

Her mouth opened uncontrollably.

This thing is not Tang Seng, it's just a demon!

It was an extraordinary and indifferent face, a pair of pure, ethereal but deep eyes, and the gaze that shot out seemed to be plain and without any emotion, but it was secretly sharp, as if it could see through the other party's pupils through anyone's heart, and go straight to the bottom of the heart.

And he had such a face like a fairy, wearing a bright red robe, and the material of the robe was as light as smoke, even if there was a little airflow, red clouds fluttering, with endless fairy energy.

It is precisely because of the thin material that his figure is perfectly outlined, which is the most attractive line as a man.

However, this smear of red made this fairy vigor pressed away, and there was more hidden evil.

And his skin is better than snow, and the red robe does not want to be worn on his body, but gently brushes his body, and he will float away and die at any time.

In such a cold weather, he was dressed so thinly.

What a strange temperament, such a special person.

Yan Ying's inexplicable nasal cavity is warm, damn me, do you want to have a nosebleed?