Stunned, only for a moment.

Sanskrit quickly returned to a calm and holy appearance, drooped his long and thick black eyelashes, and replied lightly: "The poor monk has never used incense. ”

Perhaps, the men of the red-sleeved country, when they compete in the center of the backyard boudoir and offer flattery and solid pets, they will inevitably do more things to grease and powder.

But he is an outsider, and he has already served the Buddha physically and mentally, so how can he behave like an ordinary man with red sleeves?

Fragrant?

This one......

Sanskrit himself really didn't pay attention.

If it weren't for his cultivation since childhood, his restraint was amazing, and his curiosity tended to be nothing, if he were a bystander, when he heard the empress of the red-sleeved country, who was the most noble today, say this, I am afraid that he would have lowered his head and pulled up his shirt and sniffed lightly.

Smell it, whether there is really the fragrance that the empress said.

"Really?" The girl in purple slowly raised her delicate eyebrows, and the expression on her face was obviously not in disbelief.

Under the purple sleeves, the slender snow-white wrist exposed turned around, and the ink painting folding fan opened suddenly, and the folding fan surface gently provoked the holy monk's holy white clothes.

Pass it to the tip of your nose and sniff gently.

This action is obviously a little frivolous, but now it is done by a girl, not only does it not have the slightest obscene and obscene meaning, but it contains an indescribable gorgeous style.

Her phoenix eyes flowed, her red lips hooked, and she said in a sultry voice: "But on the clothes of the holy monk, there is indeed a faint lotus fragrance. ”

"......" Sanyin frowned slightly, but finally put his hands together and said: "The monks never speak lightly, and the poor monks have indeed never used incense and other things. ”

"Don't believe me?" Fenghua approached, and wanted to send a touch of white monk's robe to the young and stunning holy monk with a folding fan in his hand, "Holy monk, do you smell it yourself?" ”

Fanyin's expression was faint, but a little helplessness appeared in his heart, and he shouted softly: "Your Majesty." ”

He thought to himself that the current empress of the Red Sleeve Country had too ...... personality Jumped off a bit.

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

Fenghua hooked her lower lip, turned her hand and withdrew the ink painting folding fan, and the holy white clothes fell down gently like flowing clouds, and the clothes of unknown materials reflected a touch of silver brilliance.

The beauty of holiness.

It's really unbearable and at the same time, I can't help but want to...... Ravage.

The girl in purple lowered her long eyelashes slightly, covering the dark color faintly condensed in her eyes.

Finally down to business.

Fenghua played with the folding fan, polished the smooth rosewood fan bones, and between the girl's slender fingers, the fingers became more and more white, and the ten fingers were slender like onion pipes, and said casually: "Don't hide it from the holy monk, I came to visit today because I ...... last night Had a dream. ”

"Dreams?" Sanyin eyebrows and eyes were holy, her expression was calm, and her voice was gentle and compassionate: "Your Majesty needs a poor monk to interpret dreams?" ”

A highly respected holy monk is not just a matter of eating and reciting Buddha, but has the ability to reach the sky.

Dream interpretation, for the holy monk, is just a trivial matter at the snap of a finger.

It's just that the purple-clothed girl in front of her, because of her noble and incomparable status as the empress of the red-sleeved country, her affairs can't be regarded as a trivial matter anyway.

The emperor's affairs are the world's affairs.

Sanskrit subconsciously thought that the dream in the empress's mouth was related to the red-sleeved country or the world.

Who knows, the girl with long black hair and purple clothes curled her red lips slightly, and her gorgeous voice suddenly lowered, saying: "This dream, I'm afraid the holy monk can't solve it, because ......"

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[The black and white little brother is crazy about asking for a monthly pass, and I will give you a cute heart carefully~]