"Yes."

Yue Ying felt that this monk was a little uneasy, and her original good mood was also ruined, Yue Ying didn't want to pay attention to her, so she ran out.

——

Yue Ying's eyes improved quickly, so she began to be confused, and it only took three months to gradually clear up later.

From the excitement at the beginning, it turned into the calm at the back, Yue Ying didn't tell anyone, he could see it clearly.

This was also the first time Yue Ying had seen the appearance of a monk clearly.

At that time, he was looking at osmanthus in the yard, the osmanthus tree is beautiful, green all year round, and the flowers are small and fragrant.

Its rich fragrance permeates almost every molecule of the air, and it makes people drunk.

A gust of wind blew, the osmanthus branches shook gently, Yue Ying's body was covered with osmanthus flowers, and there was a smell of cinnamon fragrance all over her body.

With a slight sound of footsteps, Yue Ying withdrew her gaze from looking at the osmanthus flower, turned her head to look, and was blinded by white for a while.

The monk looks very plain, as white as a touch of moonlight, only the eyebrows and eyes are thick black, standing in the courtyard, it looks like a person, like a painting, and the painting is also emotionless, just like her.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance, and the cinnamon on the tip of their noses was so fragrant.

"What does Gongzi Yue think of this osmanthus?"

Yue Ying's ears were numb and itchy, and her voice was slightly cold, but it was faintly hoarse, with an indescribable taste, just listening to it made her heart tremble.

The temperament of Jingchen is as cold as winter snow, and the smile on the beautiful snow-white face is like a paper painting on the face, which is ingenious but unreal, lacking a sense of fullness that is in harmony with the soul.

Her gaze swept over her heart like a feather, and like a breeze blowing through a calm lake, it brought thin ripples and fell on Yue Ying leisurely.

Even Yue Ying, who has seen countless beauties, has to admit that this monk is so beautiful, he has never seen such a picturesque person.

And he is a monk.

"Clean dust." Yue Ying glanced at her, chewed the words carefully, and gently said, "I don't know how the osmanthus is, but the fragrance on the tip of the nose is tempting." ”

Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, his light-colored pupils moved slightly, "Son-in-law...... Isn't it clear what you can see? ”

Yue Ying lied, and he said in a lost tone, "I can't see clearly." ”

Everyone's physique is different, and the effect of using shark beads is also different, Wen Xien didn't doubt it, because she knew that someone wanted her eyes to be better than Yue Ying herself, so there was no need to lie about this matter.

Wen Xien turned the Buddha beads, which was considered comforting, "You will see clearly." ”

Yue Ying darkened her eyes and took a step forward as if she was inadvertent, and the distance between the two of them narrowed.

In Wen Xien's puzzled gaze, Yue Ying smiled, with the vigor of a young man, "I still can't see it clearly when I get closer, I really want to see what Jingchen looks like." ”

On the tip of the nose, in addition to cinnamon, there is a faint, almost inaudible cold fragrance.

——

Yue Ying looked at the treasures that others had sent to please him, and he picked them with the tip of a knife with some interest, gorgeous, transparent, just golden, dazzling.

"They are well-informed, and my eyes are not good, so I sent something over."

Withdrawing the knife, the blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a screeching sound, Yue Ying sat on the soft couch, leaning on a comfortable soft pillow.

Beside him, a lightly dressed maid pinched his shoulders, slender jade fingers, and his nails were dyed with beautiful colors, which were as seductive as his delicate appearance.

Yue Ying casually put her arms around her waist, and heard her exclaim, but she didn't make the next move, but picked up the wine glass and drank a glass, and ordered, "Go and ask the monk to come over." ”

"The eldest young master wants to invite, but the master of dust purification?" The squire asked cautiously.

Although Yue Ying's eyes are better, on the surface, it seems that her personality is not as dark as before, but it is just a look.

Although the young man looked handsome, the gloom and violence hidden in his eyebrows and eyes were not a joke, even the maid who was hugged and looked at the delicate smile, her body was trembling inadvertently.

"What do you say?" Yue Ying chuckled.

The attendant hurriedly said yes, and then ran out with a roll.

When Wen Xien heard the news, he just quietly put down the things in his hand and got up lightly under the adoring gaze of the attendant.

The wine jug next to it has been piled up to the third, the neckline is slightly open, and the young man's black hair is scattered, or hanging behind him, or naughtily entering the collar, to touch the perfect body that many people want to have.

The body was full of wine, but those dark eyes were only slightly intoxicated, and occasionally revealed their edge.

"Son-in-law," Wen Xien folded his hands and swept his gaze lightly, as if he didn't see him holding the woman's hand.

"Here," Yue Ying raised her eyes and glanced at the pure white figure, a deep meaning flashed in her deep eyes, and she waved her hand and said, "You come here, you stand down." ”

"Yes," the maid's voice was coquettish, but from her last voice, there seemed to be a sense of escape from death.

The two of them sat quite close, and the strong smell of wine spread in the air, Wen Xien didn't like the smell of wine, and he didn't like this atmosphere.

couldn't help but ask first, "Gongzi Yue, is there anything wrong with finding a poor monk?" ”

Yue Ying rubbed his wine glass, and for some reason he didn't dare to look at the monk's eyes, he was afraid that the monk would see his lie and know that his eyes were good, and he would leave.

Seriously, Yue Ying didn't know why he cared so much about the monk's departure, the reason for this Yue Ying didn't want to explore, he was so willful and unreasonable.

"It's nothing, just like asking you, do you think you are comfortable staying in the temple or staying at ease in this prosperous world."

The monk's eyebrows and eyes are cold and charitable, pale and clean, and some do not eat fireworks.

Yue Ying looked at Wen Xien's side face, and suddenly thought about why she couldn't think so much about being a monk, what was so good about being a monk, and where was there to be a place to be at ease.

Then thinking about Wen Xien's appearance with long hair, Yue Ying couldn't help laughing.

Wen Xien just saw him smiling, so he turned his head to look at him curiously, and then showed a soft smile as well.

It is a very shallow and faint arc, like a flash in the pan.

Maybe the monk thought he couldn't see it, so he smiled at him so unabashedly.

Yue Ying looked at her breath for a moment, and was in a trance without a trace, and then quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

But in fact, his whole body fell into the softness and comfort of wrapping people.

But he didn't dare to show it, as long as he showed it, the monk would definitely find out, and Yue Ying didn't know how to end it at that time.

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