Wen Xien looked at Ke Changqing, Ke Changqing also looked at Wen Xien, neither of them spoke, Ke Changqing seemed to be with her, if she didn't eat, Ke Changqing wouldn't leave.

Half-loud, he pinched a piece of red bean crisp and put it in his mouth, the sweetness and softness melted in his lips and teeth, but Wen Xien ate two pieces but stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" Ke Changqing hurriedly straightened up and looked at Wen Xien's face, his hair hanging low, "What's the matter, isn't it delicious?" ”

"It's delicious, but the poor monk doesn't want to eat it."

"Pure dust ......" Ke Changqing's arm holding the red bean cake hung low, and he couldn't speak with his lips.

I didn't dare to say why I didn't want to eat it, and I didn't dare to ask if it was because he didn't want to eat it, Ke Changqing was afraid that the answer was what he thought, if so, it was better not to ask.

"Your heart, the poor monk has accepted it." Wen Xien turned his head to look at Ke Changqing, his eyes were murmuring with shredded starlight, "But you don't have to, you are like this, let the poor monk ...... It's unbearable. ”

Ke Changqing frowned and looked up at Wen Xien, as if he had sensed something, "Are you leaving?" ”

Ke Changqing was torn apart in his heart, and the time when she was beaten half-dead by the Taoist priest was not as painful as when she heard these words.

"Jingchen, you're leaving, can't you allow me to be nice to you?"

——

Yue Ying slept until noon, and she always had insomnia in recent days, and Yue Ying's mood involuntarily became anxious.

Walking in the courtyard, I don't know when I came to the West Wing Courtyard.

But since you've come over, let's stop by and have a look.

As soon as she stepped into the West Wing Courtyard, Yue Ying smelled a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and the depression that had accumulated in her heart for a long time finally dissipated, but there were only some.

The willows, which have turned from tender green to dark green on both sides of the river, are brushing the new soft branches, reflecting on the surface of the river, making the river water also dyed green, like a river of jade rushing eastward.

Yue Ying's eyes were not attracted by this scenery at all, and her footsteps kept walking towards the goal.

Wen Xien was sitting on the futon, sitting opposite a little fox with his eyes closed, reciting the Great Compassion Mantra, and the cold and continuous Buddha voice echoed in the room, but the little fox began to be a little absent-minded.

The little fox opened his eyes slightly, revealing his dark eyes, and kept chanting with Wen Xi'en, but his mood was completely empty.

His gaze was vague and greedy on the monk's face, revealing his neck, wrists, and fingers.

Delicate and indifferent eyebrows and eyes, a tall and delicate nose bridge, pale lips, and a slender neck like a swan......

"Changqing ......" Jingchen's voice was full of indifference, and he opened his eyes and said, "It's not that you said you want to be with me, why are you so careless?" ”

The monk's voice was cold, her light-colored pupils were like her Dharma name, calm and clean like a pool of lake water, deep and unable to peek into half of the secret, she said: "One precept for anger, two precepts for jealousy, three precepts for sex, and four precepts for killing, can you remember?" ”

Where did Ke Changqing remember, his heart was on the monk's body, but he was afraid that the little monk would be angry, so he lied.

"I know, I know, I've been listening."

"It's not right to lie either." The little monk cherishes the words like gold, his hands are folded, and he looks serious.

The monk must not have known how lovely her serious appearance was.

As soon as Yue Ying walked to the arch, she raised her eyes and saw a touch of moon-white clothes hanging on the ground.

The owner of the clothes is a little monk who seems to be able to melt in the warm sun breeze of this winter, with a picturesque face, slightly drooping eyes, and an abnormal red lip color on his pale face, and a slight redness on his face.

Yue Ying's breathing slowed down, and her heart was hot.

I don't know what the person opposite the monk said, the monk's eyelashes trembled, and he showed a very shallow smile, really shallow.

Yue Ying watched quietly, the smile that the monk occasionally showed in front of him, the familiar gentleness that gave him.

- So he did this to everyone.

Yue Ying watched and thought in her heart.

In his thoughts, the monk said that he had admired him before, so he showed him that clean and gentle smile.

He thought it was special, but it wasn't.

Some emotions were rolling, and he didn't know what it was, but it was definitely not happy.

Yue Ying quietly approached and stopped three steps away from the little boy, and at the same time, the monk seemed to feel his arrival.

Turning his head to look at it, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, but it made people feel that it was not so far away, he could only look at the other party's starlight, hiding the panic that would be amazed no matter how many times, and said flatly: "Why do you hide in the house every day, and you are not bored." ”

Before Wen Xien could say anything, Ke Changqing got up numbly, raised his arms high, and his body stood in front of Wen Xien.

"The dust is chanting, so it's inconvenient to disturb."

"You are?" Yue Ying's eyebrows were like a sword out of the sheath, the sharp and cold clear light was as thin as a cicada's wings and as sharp as clay, and he wanted to cut through Ke Changqing's heavenly spirit cover and peel off a layer of fleshy skin.

"Why didn't the monk mention this to me, Yue Mansion is not left by everyone."

A red light flashed in Ke Changqing's eyes, and in less than a second, he was not noticed by anyone, I don't know if Qi Jingchen didn't mention what he was, but the person in front of him was so an eyesore, especially this person's casualness towards Jingchen, as if he had a good relationship.

"When your eyes are healed, Jingchen and I will naturally leave, who wants to stay in this obscure place." Ke Changqing frowned and raised his eyes, all of which were clear blades that had been quenched by the fire and ice, wrapped in red and sour jealousy.

Yue Ying was such a shrewd person, he could almost tell at a glance that this person's thoughts about the monk, the undisguised jealousy and possessiveness of the monk, there was no hiding at all.

It was very strange that Yue Ying suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart.

If I had known, I wouldn't have come.

The corners of his clothes were ripped off, Ke Changqing turned around and saw Wen Xien with an indifferent expression, and the ferocity between his eyebrows immediately dissipated in an instant, and the docile one didn't seem to be the same person.

But Wen Xien did not look at him, but at the stranger in front of him.

"Son-in-law, let's go out and talk about something."

Ke Changqing's back suddenly hung down as if it was bent by a boulder, and he suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth, a little confused.

Is this person more important than him? In the past, at this time, he wanted to pull Jingchen to play, but Jingchen never ignored him or talked to him, no matter how coquettish he was, it was useless.

But now Jingchen took the initiative to go out with people and didn't look at him.

Is that all that hated him?

Is he a vixen?

Isn't it said that there is no one who doesn't like vixens? But why doesn't Jingchen like it?

In the empty house, Ke Changqing was the only one left, and the cold and hard wind and frost in his eyes sank little by little.

(End of chapter)