This smile does not reach the bottom of the eye at all.

"Sanskrit Holy Monk, your heart is really as cold and hard as a stone."

The girl suddenly smiled coldly, and pressed her slender hand heavily against the heart of the white-clothed holy monk.

Word for word.

"Isn't it true that those who cultivate Buddha should be merciful to the common people?"

"I am the world, you can love this world, why don't you dare to love me?"

Yes.

Don't dare, and not - can't.

The noble and arrogant empress will never let herself be in a position of pity and sympathy.

She could clearly perceive that the beating heart under the palm of her hand was...... Heartbeat.

At least, there was a moment when it was beating for her.

- Sanskrit, you just don't dare to admit it.

Her eyes, cold and glamorous, seem to be able to see through people's hearts at once.

Under such a gaze, the most secret things in the heart that cannot see the light seem to be pierced and exposed to the sun.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Sanskrit's face.

This is the embarrassment that the Sanskrit holy monk has never had in his memory, that is, the first time he was pressed under the empress in the Zen room......

None of these have ever been the case.

Just because, at that time, his body was messy, but his heart was quiet and distant.

And today......

That point of flowers quietly looks at the various states of sentient beings, even if they are in the sea of red dust and desire, they still do not move like the heart of the capital, after all, it is completely ...... It's messed up.

The sin is too great to be greater than that.

Once upon a time, he regarded the persecution and desire of the empress as a test of the Buddha on his cultivation path.

But I didn't expect it......

Fanyin's long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and the peach blossom lips pursed, "If Your Majesty doesn't want it, please go back." ”

…… It's so cold.

Fenghua sighed in his heart.

Immediately, the slender fingers that were as clear as snow gently lifted the jaw of the white-clothed holy monk.

"Sanskrit."

The girl's red lips opened lightly, and she said: "If, in this 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. ”

Her word by word, gorgeous voice, demagoguery.

"Fanyin, are you willing to return to the world and go back to the palace with me?"

“……”

Uniquely.

Fanyin's eyelashes trembled slightly.

[Ding!] The target character Sanskrit sounds, the opinion is 5, and the strategy completion is 20! ］

Although I was tempted, I ......

Ultimately.

The white-clothed holy monk slowly raised his eyelashes, looked at him with a holy and lofty gaze, and his peach blossom lips opened lightly, and said, "Your Majesty, please go back, don't delay the time to return to the palace." ”

“……”

The man walked away.

Looking at the purple and luxurious figure, Fanyin's lips couldn't help but reveal a trace of bitterness.

The heart is empty, revealing a cold wind.

The dignity and pride of the empress of a country will not allow her to come to see him again in the cold rejection of her again and again.

So be it.

She was supposed to be the Empress of the Zique Court, the admirer of all people, please continue your royal power and wealth.

He will forgive his sins for the rest of his life.

Forgive you for the sin of the precepts.

……

Sure enough, the man didn't come back.

One day.

Two days.

Three days......

Time seems to be the antidote to everything.

The days are no different from the usual.

Fasting, chanting Buddha, meditating.

It's just that no one will come back.

Penance is boring.

Sanskrit never finds it difficult.

The years are long, and the clothes are thin.

Sanskrit thought that the rest of his life would be like this, who knows......

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[Black and white little brother: Asking for a monthly ticket with weak energy, huh~]