Cher was overjoyed, and after ordering the maid to guard the door, she proudly pushed open the door of the wing.

The room was burning with tranquil incense, white smoke was rising, and Xue'er saw a monk in a white robe leaning on the edge of the couch reading a book, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, her black eyes and white skin, like a peerless immortal.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her eyes slightly, and looked puzzled when she saw Xue'er.

Xue'er looked at her in a daze, and the moment they looked at each other, her face suddenly turned red, revealing a little bit of her daughter's shy softness, and even her voice softened a lot, as if she was afraid of scaring her away.

"Y-Who are you?"

Xue'er didn't tie this monk with the vixen who hooked up with the sect leader at all, after all, such an immortal who compared her to such a layman.

In a clear and indifferent voice, he asked casually, "Who is the girl?" ”

"I ......"

Xue'er came back to her senses, there was only one person locked up in the courtyard, she didn't see a single maid in the courtyard, there was no one else except the guards, so this person was the person the sect leader had in mind before.

Wearing a loose white robe, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and his every move is extraordinarily elegant and noble.

Xue'er thought that what she was going to see was a charming-looking fox, who knew that she looked so cold and jade.

This is not at all what she originally imagined, which causes her harsh words, stuck in her throat, and she can't get up or down, just can't say it.

But she didn't want to lose her momentum, Xue'er tilted her head: "I'm the sect leader's person, let me see how attractive the person who hooked the sect leader before was, I didn't expect it to be a monk who is a monk, are you monks so shameless now?" ”

said so, but in fact, Yu Guang had been looking at Wen Xien's expression all the time.

But Wen Xi'en was indifferent, ignoring her at all, and directly treating her as air.

For a long time, Xue'er will be dissatisfied, she is like a clown in front of a monk, the kind of clown who can't attract her attention.

Xue'er is not a rude and willful, but she has been raised to be a little pampered, and she can't see Wen Xien always looking like she is out of the way, so she will make her stumble and ask Wen Xien to accompany her to paint.

It sounds like accompaniment, but in fact, when he sits there, he sits there for an hour or two, and he has to maintain his movements and not move.

Wen Xien didn't want to pay attention to her, but this woman was very noisy, and she would not let herself have no sense of existence at all, so that this courtyard would not be peaceful.

Wen Xien was forced to hold one position and stay motionless.

Even if he blinked his eyes, he would be stabbed twice, and he would also make a gesture on Wen Xien's body, saying that he was looking for an angle, but he was secretly handed.

Although the hand is not very heavy, Wen Xien's skin is thin and very white, and a slight pinch left a shallow red mark on it.

Ke Changqing didn't know, on the contrary, he knew it when the woman went for the first time, the courtyard was full of his people, and he knew that a fly flew in.

But he didn't stop it, Ke Changqing wanted to know what Wen Xien's reaction was, no matter what the reaction was, as long as there was a little reaction, as long as Wen Xien said a soft word, and even as long as he was willing to take the initiative to say a word to him, he depended on her for everything, and was willing to give her anything.

The result was still very disappointing to him, as he expected, Ke Changqing was so angry at that time, everything in the study was smashed by him, and everyone knelt on the ground tremblingly and didn't dare to speak.

Ke Changqing gasped violently, his eyes were red, and he thought fiercely, see how long Wen Xien can endure it!

Xue'er was a little scared at first and didn't dare to go too far, but Ke Changqing didn't say a word, as if she had completely forgotten the people in this courtyard, which made her behavior more and more rampant.

Xue'er, who is used to being willful, has a whim and asks Wen Xien to help her pick a water lotus.

This season, the lake is about to freeze, and there are some lotus flowers, which still insist on blooming, these lotus flowers are not ordinary lotuses, and they bloom exceptionally beautiful in the winter solstice.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is playing tricks on this head.

Wen Xien looked at her quietly, and Xue'er was not afraid, raising her chin arrogantly.

Wen Xien turned the Buddha bead in his hand: "The girl really likes it?" ”

Xue'er felt a little inexplicable, but she still said with a straight face: "Of course I like it, that's why I let you pick it." ”

"Okay."

Wen Xien drove the boat and rowed to the lake.

She chose the largest and most colorful lotus flower.

But when I reached out to pick it up, I didn't stand firm for a while, my feet slipped, and I fell down without warning.

Not far away, a white figure was seen falling, and shouting began inside.

"Falling into the water, someone falling into the water, save people."

Xue'er didn't expect this, she grabbed her clothes, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

It happened that Hao Guang came to take a look, ran to find Wen Xien, and saw the whole process clearly.

Of course, he jumped into the water to save people as soon as possible.

Others don't know, he knows best, and this monk's position in the sect leader's heart is not ordinary.

If something happens, no one will have a good life.

Wen Xien, who was rescued by Hao Guang to the shore, was still holding a pale pink lotus flower in his hand, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.

"Is this monk stupid in chanting Buddha?"

In the face of Hao Guang's anger, Wen Xien seemed calm, she blinked, and her lips turned white.

Hao Guang has no way to deal with such an indifferent person, this monk doesn't have a good face for the sect leader, let alone him.

In the evening, Hao Guang told the sect leader about this matter, Ke Changqing was standing and practicing calligraphy, and there was no emotion on his face, but the words on the white paper were becoming more and more distorted, like a hideous snake.

The fingertips were white, and he actually pinched the wolf hair brush with extremely good material in half.

The crisp sound is particularly harsh.

Hao Guang heard the clicking sound, his heart trembled, and his head was delivered to his chest.

There is a typo dripping me

(End of chapter)