"Look at what a brilliant figure that the legendary Sanskrit Holy Monk is, he actually made His Majesty would rather dismiss the three thousand harems, promising to take him alone in this life."

Feng Taijun's eyelashes drooped slightly, making it difficult to see the look under his eyes, and said slowly:

"Moreover, I have been worshipping the Buddha for many years, and I have never seen this famous Sanskrit holy monk who moves the world, and I have always regretted it in my life, but I never thought that one day, the Sanskrit holy monk will become His Majesty's Fengjun."

"That's really nice."

……

After the death of the first emperor, Feng Taijun moved from Fengchen Palace to Qiankun Palace.

I haven't set foot in three years.

This time, Feng Taijun returned to his hometown, but his heart was not shocked, and he was not touched in the slightest.

This symbolizes the Fengchen Palace, which is the supreme man of the red-sleeved country, although it gave him the honor of a lifetime, but it is also the shackles and cage that trapped him for half his life.

It's just that in this gorgeous and extravagant palace, when he saw the slender figure in the holy white robe, Feng Taijun was shocked, and his calm heart was immediately shocked, and his lips trembled slightly: "You ......"

A little bright red cinnabar between the eyebrows of the white-clothed holy monk fell into Feng Taijun's eyes, which was so thrilling.

Fanyin's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and he didn't understand how the person in front of him could look at him in shock, but he was still gentle and polite: "Dare to ask what the son is called?" ”

Since admitting in front of the world that he married the empress as a husband willingly, Sanskrit no longer calls himself a 'poor monk'.

Externally, people are no longer called 'donors'.

Feng Taijun's eyes stared at Fanyin's face, especially a little cinnabar on his eyebrows, the ink color at the bottom of his eyes surged, and a trance appeared on his gentle and handsome face, and he replied unconsciously: "My name, Ji Xiuxing." ”

One of the four major families in the country with red sleeves today is the Ji family.

Empress Zhaoluan's former noble monarch Ji Ruxue, Feng Taijun...... Ji Xiuxing.

From the name Ji Xiuxing, reflecting the identity of the person in front of him, Fanyin immediately saluted, and subconsciously put his hands together and said: "Fanyin see Feng Taijun." ”

For a moment, he forgot that he had returned to the world and should practice court etiquette.

This sound made the trance in Feng Taijun's eyes suddenly fade like a tide, and he reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips and explained: "It turns out that the legendary Sanskrit Holy Monk has such an unearthly appearance, and he has just lost his temper for a while, and I hope that the Holy Monk will not be surprised." ”

"It's already vulgar in the next, and I can't afford to be a holy monk of Feng Taijun." After a pause, Sanskrit said: "If Feng Taijun doesn't mind, just call the next Sanskrit sound." ”

“…… Sanskrit. Feng Taijun shouted like a stream, but the ink in those eyes kept surging, hiding too many complex emotions, which were difficult to see and unpredictable.

Sit for a while.

Feng Taijun's attitude was very gentle and close, first asking Sanyin for advice on Buddhism, and then quietly asking Fanyin about some things about his childhood.

The once world-famous holy monk, even if he is still vulgar, his gentle and compassionate character has not changed, and he patiently answered for Feng Taijun one by one.

Finally.

Feng Taijun took a deep breath, looked at the black eyes of the white-clothed holy monk, and when his gaze fell on the bright cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows, the ink color was faintly condensed.

pursed his lips, as if difficult and obscure, and as if relieved, he said slowly:

"I take the liberty to ask, I don't know the soles of Sanskrit's feet, can there be...... Five petal-shaped red moles? ”

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[Black and white little brother: No matter what, I want a monthly pass~]