Chapter 516: Quietly Ask the Holy Monk, Is the Queen Beautiful (5)

Fenghua folded the fan in his hand, "Lead the way ahead." ”

"Your Majesty, please come with the little monk." The little novice folded his hands and turned slightly.

Xiangni wanted to keep up, but was stopped by the empress's words.

"Xiangni, you wait here, I will go in alone."

The female officer in Tsing Yi subconsciously paused slightly, and in a trance, the girl in purple had already followed Xiao Shami away, leaving her with only a beautiful back.

In the Zen room, it seems that the air is surrounded by a faint sandalwood, quiet and far-reaching.

The slender figure meditating on the futon, dressed in a white monk's robe, had his eyes slightly closed, his long and thick black eyelashes hanging down, and two fan-shaped shadows cast under his eyelids.

The skin is fair and delicate like jade, the lip color is like a stunning peach blossom, and there is a little poignant cinnabar between the eyebrows and eyes.

The whole body seems to be shrouded in light and holiness, like a jade Buddha sitting on the lotus platform quietly smiling with flowers, which makes people not have the slightest blasphemy.

It seems that it is inappropriate to put it on this person - it is a kind of defilement of the Buddha.

Fenghua's eyebrows jumped faintly, holding the slender white slender fingers of the ink painting folding fan red sandalwood fan bone, unconsciously tightened slightly, and the well-proportioned and delicate bone internodes revealed a blue and white color.

This is really ...... It's a bit overwhelming.

The little novice opened his mouth and said softly, "Master Sanskrit, Your Majesty has arrived. ”

Then, Fenghua saw the man open his eyes—

What a pair of eyes they are.

There are all kinds of stars in his eyes, and there seems to be a hidden tenderness and compassion for all things in the world, but the deepest part is like that...... Indifferent and ruthless.

There is a world of love, and at the same time there is a world of ruthlessness.

It was as if heaven and hell were only between his thoughts.

A young holy monk in a white robe, slender as jade hands holding round and smooth sandalwood Buddha beads, gentle and compassionate, dyed a trace of indifferent black eyes, looking at the noble girl with long black hair and purple clothes, peach-colored lips lightly opened, and said lightly: "-Your Majesty." ”

Two words are like making people become holy from the depths of their souls.

Fenghua waved his hand, signaling the little novice to retreat, and he approached with steps.

The little novice glanced at Sanskrit, saw the latter nod slightly, and then turned and went out.

The door closes.

The girl in purple sat down on the futon—not at all the noble frame of the current empress of the red-sleeved country.

Sitting close, a faint scent of holy lotus lingers faintly on the nose of Fenghua.

This person has such an excellent style and breath......

The slender fingers of the white-clothed holy monk unhurriedly held the sandalwood Buddha beads - the Buddha beads were smooth and round, and they were held in their hands for many years, dyed with a trace of aura.

The monk's concentration is excellent, and his patience is excellent.

Sanskrit Yin slowly pulled the Buddha beads, and when Fenghua spoke, he only said: "Your Majesty has something to do, you might as well say it directly." ”

I have taken a fancy to the holy monk, and I think the holy monk is very good, and I plan to sleep with the holy monk.

- Naturally, you can't say that.

In this country where Buddhism is admired and Buddhism is supreme by the supreme red sleeves, even if the 'hundred miles of red makeup' is the empress, as long as she dares to tease the holy monk so blatantly, what awaits her must be the spurning of the people of the red-sleeved country.

So, Fenghua deliberately asked him slowly, "Holy monk, what kind of incense do you usually use for your lavengarment?" ”

“……”

The girl clearly saw that the white-clothed holy monk who was smiling and looking calm, and a trace of astonishment flashed on his face, which was always ruthless and desireless.