And tonight......

Zhan Ting held the dagger, and the sharp dagger was against the neck of the immortal.

In an instant, a shallow mark of blood crossed the fragile neck.

As long as he exerts a little force, this tyrant, the young emperor who just humiliated him, will be drunk and unconscious!

But suddenly, an inexplicable emotion grabbed Zhan Ting's heart, causing the dagger to fall to the ground with a clatter.

The handsome monk stared at the blood mark on the fairy fairy's neck with a pale face, what did he think......

What about that kind of eyesore?

Very, very, very much an eyesore.

He clenched his fists, his fingertips pierced his palms again, the effect of the soft tendons faded, and his strength gradually returned.

But what's the use of having power now?

His mind was already a little messy.

He turned his head and saw the portrait of the Buddha on the side.

Gradually, Zhan Ting's heart became clear, and the self-blame and guilt in his heart should be ashamed of the Buddha.

He asked himself for three crimes.

Don't drink alcohol.

You shouldn't kiss.

Shouldn't...... Use a dagger to hurt those who are powerless to fight back.

A hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"The disciple is guilty."

- But I really want to be close to the royal brother

"The disciple is guilty, I am willing not to eat or drink, and recite sutras under my Buddha seat to atone for seven days,"

- Brother Huang will talk to me like this

“…… May my Buddha be merciful and forgive the sins of my disciples. ”

The voice that came out of his head overlapped with his confession, making Zhan Ting feel in a trance.

“……”

Late at night, deep at night.

The old abbot was half asleep when he was awakened by a dark shadow beside the bed.

"Hell, ahhhh

You said that you are also a monk and believe in the Buddha, why are you still afraid of ghosts?

After the abbot howled, Ding Qing saw that the monk had pale cheeks, was wearing a thin red robe, and his temperament was dusty, not Zhan Ting or who?

Zhan Ting lowered his eyes and said without waves: "Abbot, please follow me to the meditation room." ”

“……”

When he arrived at the meditation room, the abbot only saw the young emperor who was unconscious on the couch, and the blood mark on 'his' neck was only broken, and it was about to heal soon after being sprinkled with medicinal powder by Zhan Ting.

But the abbot was still taken aback.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Zhan Ting pursed his lips: "...... I knocked me out. ”

As for why he was knocked unconscious, except for God knows, only he and the emperor will know.

And the simple five words made the abbot's legs weak, and only a string of finished floating in his heart.

"It's over, tomorrow the poor monk and the entire temple monk will be executed by Ling Chi...... Our Majesty is a tyrant, Zhan Ting! ”

- No, it won't.

No one is going to die.

Zhan Ting felt that the 'young' emperor was not such a cruel and formless person, and he could feel it only this night.

He looked at the abbot lightly, touched his eyes, and the panicked and helpless old monk's heart gradually settled down.

"Well, well, why did you call the poor monk here?"

"Change your Majesty's room...... For the next seven days, I will recite sutras in the meditation room to atone for my sins, and no one will be seen. ”

Finally, watching the abbot carry the 'boy' emperor out of the meditation room, Zhan Ting twisted the Buddha beads and slowly closed his eyes.

----

Following.

Xianxian wakes up after a hangover.

The memories of last night immediately came back.

She flirted with the monk by being drunk, and then ......

Knocked out by a monk?

It's black history.

She rubbed her eyebrows and slowly got out of bed to find boots to put on.

Yinhe said loudly: "Niangniang, you were very bohemian last night!" All frightened Zhan Ting. ”

Ah, so unscary?

Xianxian raised her eyebrows, but did not respond, she got out of bed only to find that the place she was in was a strange meditation room.

What about Zhanting?

She walked out of the room and was greeted by the old abbot.

"Your Majesty."

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