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The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but feel a little lacking in interest when they saw that not a single flower had hit the monk who was sitting still. Seeing that the sun was getting bigger, some people left one after another.

After all, a monk who sits there without moving all the time, no matter how good-looking he is, he feels that it is not interesting to look at it for a long time.

There are also people who do not give up, still waiting in place to see who hit the monk with flowers in the end.

There are also people who come to see the excitement one after another, bringing flowers and throwing them one after another.

The number of peony flowers continues to increase.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way—"

There were commanding servants who swept away the crowd and shouted.

Some of the people in the crowd knew that the person behind the servant was Steward Li in the palace, so they all got out of the way.

After the servant opened an empty road, he stood aside, and waited for Steward Li to pass, Steward Li took two steps, and then froze, stopped to the side, and looked behind.

The eyes of the onlookers all moved with Steward Li's gaze.

Who is this?

Can Steward Li wait so respectfully?

Could it be the one in the house?

But the crowd was disappointed.

It was not the pot-bellied and bearded man in the palace who made Steward Li wait, but an extremely dark and thin man. The man frowned, looking sickly, he was wearing an extremely ordinary blue cloth shirt, and he looked slow when he walked, but it was only two breaths before he reached the vicinity of Steward Li.

When Steward Li was side by side, he didn't stop and walked straight forward.

It wasn't until he was at the very front of the crowd that he stopped and looked at the monk who was sitting still.

Steward Li did not express any dissatisfaction, and waited behind him.

Who is this?

Can Steward Li treat him like this?

Some of the onlookers began to whisper in the knowing.

After looking at it for a while, the man in blue cloth stretched out his hand. Steward Li hurriedly took a silver longbow and a peony flower with branches from the servant's hand and handed them over.

The blue cloth shirt placed the peony branch on the longbow, then pulled the bowstring and shot it at the sitting monk.

The flower branches were arrows, and soon they crossed the stacked peony mountain and came to the front of the monk.

One zhang, half a zhang, one foot...... When I saw that the flower branch was about to be next to the monk's eyebrows, a white shadow suddenly floated from the leafy tree.

The shadow fluttered lightly into the arms of the monk sitting cross-legged, with his back to the monk, leaning and holding the flower branch that broke through the air.

The wind lifted the smoky gray veil on the hat, revealing a creamy white chin and slightly open lips.

"Phew-"

The woman suddenly spoke, spit out the flower branch she was holding, and with a ding, a thin silver needle fell from between the cascading flowers.

At the moment when the woman fell into her arms, Changye finally opened her eyes. Hearing the sound, he frowned and stared at the woman leaning in his arms.

After spitting out the flower branch that hid malice, the woman put a hand on the back of Long Night's neck, swirled slightly, and sat up half of her body.

The woman wore a hat, and under the hat was a smoky gray veil, and her face was also blurred into a shadow in the smoky gray, and the straight man could not see clearly. She was dressed in gray men's clothes, not fat or thin, extremely fitted, covered with a white light veil, the whole person looked very plain, but the long night noticed a trace of charm.

She did not shy away from sitting in his arms, one hand around her neck, that hand was also powerless, as if it was hanging idle, it was obviously an extremely frivolous and immodest action, but she didn't feel a trace of provocation in the long night.

"Hey, if you don't speak and open your eyes, the peonies in Jinzhou will be emptied. ”

The woman picked up a red peony, put it in front of the soot veil that covered her face, sniffed it gently, and then stared at the long night road seriously.

After a long night, I looked at the woman with very light eyes, but I only saw a piece of soot. The color reminded him of the spring drizzle that shrouded the mountains.

"I saved your life, how are you going to thank me?"

The woman turned the peony in her hand and asked.

Changye's ears are very good, and he heard it clearly as early as the moment the silver needle fell. When he meditated, he often used a vajra shield to protect himself, so that the flower was no more than a foot at most, and he could never get close to it again. Unless someone with internal strength breaks it by force.

And today, he was concentrating on chanting the scriptures, and he didn't notice the sinister intentions mixed in the flowers.

The woman who came down from heaven did save his life.

Although he eats fasting and recites Buddha in the long night, he is not a cold-hearted person. So, he was silent for a while, and then said to the woman, "But according to the girl's orders." ”

The onlookers were stunned.

Before they could recover from the accident in which the woman had fallen into the monk's arms, they saw the flower branch being seized by the woman and spit out, and a silver needle an inch long had fallen. And what shocked them the most was that the monk who hadn't opened his eyes or spoken all this time was actually hugged by a woman and spoke!

The man in the blue cloth saw that he had missed the blow, so he turned and walked out with his back to the monk. Steward Li and the servant also hurriedly followed.

All eyes were on the monk, and no one noticed when they had left.

"Shouldn't you say that the saving grace is unrequited, and then, then, what is that sentence?"

The woman asked with a pretending to think and a narrow smile.

The long night was silent, and he lowered his eyes slightly, but a thin red grew at the base of his ears.

He has traveled in the world in the past three years, and he has also heard some vulgar stories.

Seeing that he was slightly embarrassed, the woman did not urge, but just looked at him with a smile.

Although he didn't really see it through the smoky gray veil, Changye instinctively felt that the woman was laughing.

"There is no way to repay the grace of saving lives, you can only promise it with your body!"

A good deed man shouted, causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

There are also people who join in the fun and don't think it's a big deal, and they also echo loudly: "Promise with your body, promise with your body!!"

Long Ye's face was not waveless, but the thin red on the roots of his ears was a little more.

"Girl, the poor monk is an outsider, and all he has is a pair of skins and a belly of scriptures. If the girl did not give up, the poor monk was willing to give the girl a three-day prayer and recite a mantra once a month for each of the deceased relatives in the girl's family. ”

Long Night clasped his palms and lowered his eyes, and said calmly.

"Who wants to hear you?" retorted the woman, "and besides, all of my family are alive and well, and I don't need your death curse." ”

The thin red on the roots of the long night's ears floated on his face.

Although he read through the Buddhist scriptures, he spent most of his time in silent penance and did not have much contact with people. In the three years since he came down the mountain, although he has understood some human feelings, he has never encountered such a situation as he is now, and he can't help but seem a little at a loss.

Seeing that the long night was embarrassed, the woman didn't tease him anymore, and said directly: "In this way, if you meet my two requests, we will settle it, how about it?"