She no longer calls him a holy monk, but affectionately calls him: Sanskrit.

Sanskrit is such a wise and knowledgeable person, where can he not notice the change in the title of the empress?

The white-clothed holy monk lowered his eyelashes lightly, lightly opened his peach blossom lips, and said, "Back to Your Majesty, the poor monk is unwilling." ”

This person really deserves to be a holy monk who moves the world and is compassionate.

Even if she did such and such a thing that violated his bottom line, his refusal was still gentle and merciful-

"Dreams, how can they be confused with reality?"

"The poor monk is a person from the outside, serving the Buddha with one heart, and he has already decided to accompany the ancient Buddha with the green light in this life."

"Your Majesty, please go back."

Fenghua hooked the corners of his lips and lifted the white monk's robe on Fanyin's body.

Reveal the scenery inside.

"Your Majesty......" Fanyin's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the root of evil that could not be stopped, and was buried dormant between his legs, had been exposed, and all of them were included in the girl's phoenix eyes.

A thin shyness quietly came out of the bottom of my heart.

Just when Fanyin thought that she was going to ...... again Time.

I saw that the girl covered him softly with a brocade handkerchief, and wiped it for him gently and carefully.

Sanskrit was stunned for a moment.

In those jet-black eyes, the noble and bright eyebrows of the girl in purple were reflected, slightly drooping, so ...... Gentle.

It's very different from when you force him.

It's just that the empress's beautiful phoenix eyes are staring at ...... It's a scorching gaze that makes people shudder.

Sanskrit pursed her peach lips lightly, and her breath paused slightly.

The body tensed up.

Piping hot, hot hard.

"Sanskrit, that's not what your body says." The girl's joking voice sounded in Sanskrit's ears.

"Everyone in the world has seven emotions and six desires, even poor monks are no exception. However, what the poor monks are doing is practice. The white-clothed holy monk closed his eyes slightly and said.

Her Majesty the Empress snorted coldly, thinking: Don't be tough if you have the ability!

What is the difference between this kind of practice and the big pig's trotters in later generations?

I just slept with you physically, but my heart and my soul still belong to the Buddha.

Don't you think it's ridiculous?

Fenghua was not angry, but raised his lips like flowers, and said: "In this world, what I want, whether it is a thing or a person, there is nothing that I can't get——"

"Holy monk, I have married you in this life."

"You don't want to do it now, and I won't force you, let's ...... It's a long time coming. ”

As she spoke, she gently straightened the hem of the man's messy white robe.

It's a long time coming.

Four words, the bite is light and slow.

As if alluding to something, it is meaningful.

Seeing the empress announcing so domineeringly, Fanyin's eyebrows frowned slightly, lightly opened her peach blossom lips, and sighed, "Your Majesty, give up." ”

His voice was gentle, and his dark pupils revealed a color of compassion and pity, and he exhorted: "The poor monk's mind has never changed. ”

Fenghua got up from the futon, stroked the messy folds on the hem of the purple clothes with his slender hand, and said condescendingly: "Then please the holy monk, wait and see." ”

As she spoke, she opened the door to the meditation room.

Fanyin stared at the girl's slender back and said: "If Your Majesty likes it, it's just the skin of the poor monk, just take it." ”

"No, what I want is that you Fanyin is willing to be my Fengjun!"

The gorgeous and noble voice came, revealing a strong taste.

…… Willingly?

Sanskrit eyelashes drooped slightly, and the peach blossom lips gently repeated these words.