“…… Not really. ”

Sanskrit subconsciously replied.

After the words were spoken, I suddenly realized.

This is clearly a word against the will.

He also violated the Buddhist precepts.

That's right.

He was hiding from her.

Last night, after such a dream, how could you face it directly?

This is already the second time that she has broken the vows.

Fanyin sighed in her heart.

"Nope." Fenghua naturally didn't believe it, hooked her charming red lips, and asked rhetorically with a smile.

The white-clothed holy monk pursed his peach lips slightly, but did not answer.

However, Fenghua was not angry.

That's a good thing.

There has always been only the Buddha in his heart, and the Sanskrit holy monk who has only been gentle and compassionate to all living beings in the red dust in his eyes will ...... Hide from her?

What this says is self-evident.

The girl turned around, picked up the delicate and beautiful jaw of the white-clothed holy monk with a folding fan in her hand, and her phoenix eyes were full of noble brilliance, "If you are not hiding from me, then why don't you dare to raise your head and look at me?" ”

“……”

It's really, it's pressing every step of the way.

Fanyin's long, thick eyelashes lifted lightly and looked at her, "So, what does Your Majesty want to do?" ”

The gentle and tolerant gaze seems to be looking at a willful and arrogant child.

For a month, the empress visited the temple every day.

Sometimes, when he recites Buddhist scriptures, she can quietly look through ancient books and scrolls.

Sometimes, or just to accompany him, with a vegetarian meal.

Sometimes, the fragrance in the meditation room is staged that day......

She seemed to be trying very hard to impress him and make him ...... Willing.

In his eyes, maybe she is no different from others.

However, in the eyes of the world, she is the noble empress of the red-sleeved country, and the boudoir men in the world are for her to choose, which is ...... Why bother.

"What do I want to do?" Fenghua's red lips hooked up a charming smile, and he approached him with a folding fan, and Huayan's voice was low: "Fanyin, don't you know?" ”

Sanskrit: "......"

She folded her fan and kissed the peach-blossom lips.

In the past, such closeness was in the meditation room.

Right now, although there is no one around, it still makes Sanskrit have a secret sense of taboo in his heart.

All things in heaven and earth, gods and Buddhas, seem to be watching them.

The heart that has never been calm has little by little something called 'shame'.

Sanskrit resisted for the first time, gasping slightly: "Your Majesty ......"

"Well, don't try to resist me, or I won't mind having you here."

Fenghua pinched Sanskrit's jaw, and in a word, he stopped resisting lightly and skillfully.

Then, Her Majesty the Empress...... Get away with murder.

The white-clothed holy monk obediently let the empress kiss, and by the waterside of Peach Blossom Creek, the beautiful people were in pairs.

"Holy monk, I don't think I've tried to be outside yet, have you?" The girl pushed Sanskrit onto a rock, raised her hand to untie his robe gently and slowly, tilted her head to look at him, and her phoenix eyes were lazy.

She called him 'Holy Monk', but she was clearly doing it...... Blasphemy of these two words.

Sanskrit eyelashes drooped slightly, and only said, "If Your Majesty is angry with the poor monk's repeated refusals and wants to humiliate the poor monk, you don't have to do this." As long as His Majesty orders, the poor monk is willing to die. ”

The words fell.

The slender hand on the white monk's robe paused.

Fenghua narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, "Are you threatening me with death?" ”

"Yes." Sanskrit replied.

The loyal believers under the Buddha's throne do not even disdain for emptiness and wrongdoing.

So bright, open.

Fenghua slowly raised her lips and smiled.