"No wonder Your Majesty doesn't come to the temple anymore, it turns out that he is busy choosing a husband......"

The little novices who were sweeping and gossiping at the same time inadvertently whispered a sentence into their ears.

Sanskrit Yin picked up the scroll of the Buddhist scriptures, and was about to turn over a page of slender fingers, when he suddenly paused.

Peach Blossom's lips pursed slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally called: "Mizhen." ”

When the Dharma name 'Mi Zhen' Xiao Sha Mi heard the holy monk calling him, he immediately walked over, folded his hands and said, "Mi Zhen is here, I don't know what you command, uncle?" ”

"......" Sanskrit Yin's eyelashes drooped slightly, and her white fingertips flipped through a yellowed scroll, as if she was studying the Buddhist scriptures seriously, and only asked casually, "What were you talking about just now?" ”

Although Mi Zhen was suspicious about when Uncle Shi was interested in the gossip between the disciples, he still replied respectfully: "Back to Uncle Shi, the disciples are just talking about the recent draft of the Empress of the Red Sleeve Country......

Seeing that the expression on the face of the white-clothed holy monk faded, Mi Zhen's voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes peeking at Sanskrit Yin were dyed with apprehension and confusion.

He didn't seem to say anything just now, did he?

However, why does Uncle Shi seem to be a little ...... Out of sorts.

Sanskrit Yin's expression was faint, and the Buddhist scripture in his hand turned another page, and gently spit out two words, "Continue." ”

Yes?

What to continue?

Mi Zhen's eyes widened slightly, and he immediately reacted - Uncle Shi asked him to continue.

Mi Zhen had no choice but to tell everything she knew: "The empress came to the temple every day a few days ago to listen to the Dharma with your uncle, but recently she has not come back for some time, and the disciple also inadvertently found out that the empress was too busy choosing a husband recently......

Later, Mi Zhen said something else, and the Sanskrit sound was no longer audible.

Choose a husband?

Peach Blossom silently whispered these two words between her lips, and there was some emotion floating in the dark eyes of the white-clothed holy monk.

Inexplicably, I feel a little ...... Cacophony.

Why?

Why do you feel harsh, and even have an uncomfortable feeling in your heart?

Sanskrit does not understand.

Apparently this is what he wants—that he keeps his precepts and rules, and that she enjoys her royal power and riches.

Isn't it?

However, that gorgeous and noble voice suddenly sounded in my ears again.

"If, in my life, as long as you."

"In my harem, you are the only husband."

"As long as you are willing to marry me, I will immediately issue a decree to dismiss the four nobles of the harem and marry you as my ...... The only Fengjun. ”

Over and over again.

The girl's voice slowly appeared in front of her.

Sanskrit sound's heart trembled slightly.

[Ding!] The target character is Sanskrit, with a friendship of 5 and a strategy completion of 35! ］

Eventually, the white-clothed holy monk closed his eyes slightly and silently recited the mantra of purifying his heart.

……

I heard that the empress Baili Red Makeup was in the draft this time, and the harem was widely accepted.

I heard that in the famous families of the red-sleeved country, several boudoir sons with dignified character and excellent appearance have been canonized as servants.

I heard that the empress's harem is full, and only the position of Fengjun is still vacant.

I heard that the empress ......

Actually, where is the heard?

The peach blossom lips of the white-clothed holy monk couldn't help but reveal a self-deprecating smile.

"Uncle Shi, today's Empress Zhaoluan ......" was summoned to the little novice, his hands folded, and his voice was respectful.

Zhaoluan is the man's imperial name.

Zhao, bright also.

Luan, Luan Feng also.

The world knows about the female emperor.

And he, as if enchanted, listened to her news from afar.

It didn't take long.

Sanskrit heard a shocking thing from the mouth of the little novice—

"Empress Zhaoluan was assassinated and poisoned, and her life was in danger."