The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

Bu Dye's eyelids jumped, staring at the little dot in front of him for a long time.

In the end, I came to a conclusion: the Buddha's teachings are really profound, and ordinary people are incomprehensible.

The years have passed quickly in ignorance, and the little monks and little ones have grown into adults, but during this period, they have changed more than just age.

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The monk has a number, and the name is unstained.

Don't want no, dye the dye vat.

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Buyan looked at the rosary scattered all over the place, and then glanced at the male pets standing in a row not far away, counting them one by one, six less than the rosary.

Nineteen prayer beads, each of which was sharpened by the stars themselves.

The words on the rosary were also engraved by her, although they were ugly, but over the years, they had been carrying them with her.

She thought that was the proof.

However, now the evidence is broken.

Xingchen smiled self-deprecatingly, squatted down, looked for the rosary, picked them up one by one, and put them in his pocket.

"Sure enough, I don't care." She whispered.

After speaking, he looked up and looked at the monk standing in the sun, and he didn't know whether he hated or was unwilling.

"I'm seventeen years old this year, and I became an adult last year."

"When you are an adult, I asked you to return to vulgarity, but you refused."

"If you don't want to, you just shaved your hair that has lasted for six years at once."

"Are you so afraid of me, or are you afraid that my royal status will tarnish your reputation?"

"Or are you just, disgusted with me?"

She seemed to be whispering, but not a word fell into the monk's ears.

The monk sighed, bent over, but did not pick up the rosary, just pulled off the heavy golden jade hair on the woman's head and threw it to Xiao Shi, who was standing on the side. Then came the gold thread that tied the bun, the emerald beads, and finally his hand fell on the splendid robe that the woman was wearing, and paused.

Xingchen wanted to cry and laugh.

"The queen mother said that at the end of the year, I can get married."

"Hmm." The monk's fingers moved slightly, and he gently swept the dust on the woman's brocade robe.

opened his mouth and said something that was not related to the wind and horses.

"Your brocade robe is verbose, and it's uncomfortable to wear."

Xingchen's eyes were red, his nose was also red, and he was extremely angry in his heart, but he had to pretend to be calm on his face.

"That's what you want to say to me?"

The monk hesitated for a moment, then cast his gaze to the porch.

"Okay, if you don't say it, I'll ask." She has always been stubborn, known to the world, and he knows it.

Xingchen, who had abandoned the gold and jade hair ornament, simply put down his hair, and his already delicate and lovely face flushed slightly: "I ask a question, you answer, okay?" ”

The monk nodded.

"It's said that I owe you a debt to you, and I tricked you into coming to this princess's mansion for seven years, have you ever been angry with me and hated me?"

Buzhan shook his head.

"The house is full of food and clothing, Chen'er is innocent, it's too late for me to rejoice in my heart, how can I be angry with you and hate you."

Hearing him say joy, Xingchen couldn't help it, wanted to laugh, thought about what he had to do, and then forcibly held back the joy in his heart, and tried to maintain a calm look on his face, and continued:

"Okay, I got it."

"Then the second question, if I am willing to give up everything, will you take me away?"

She stared straight at the monk, her eyes did not dodge or evade, and she was very clear.

Different from her calmness, the monk's originally watery eyes flickered abruptly to dodge, and after a while, he lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow-like look like a small fan.

It was a long, long time before he looked up again and looked at the stars.

"I don't know."

Xingchen smiled, sweet and sweet, like thousands of girls in this world, she was full of hope, and continued to speak:

"You should know, I like you."

"I like to see you standing quietly under the tree, I like to listen to the sound of you reading to me, I like to be led by you to walk around the outer city, I like the little tiger teeth that you show when you laugh, and I like the Sichuan characters on the peak of your eyebrows when you are sad, as long as it is about you, there are many, many more, I like them all."

Undyed in place, his heart was in turmoil, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the rosary, until his fingers touched the smooth skin, and then he remembered that the string of rosaries was scattered just now.