Nan Zhu followed and chirped, "Can the woman in there be the same as this fairy girl?" High priest, don't you think this woman is very good-looking, very eye-catching, and very ...... Is it clean? Especially the faint eyebrows and eyes, it is even more beautiful! ”

Ziliang was indifferent to his noise, and walked forward without squinting.

"Immortal Gu is much better looking than Jing Yao! Don't you think so, high priest? ”

Ignoring the man's ignorance, Nan Candle recalled the beauty of Helan behind him.

"It's so pretty! I thought I had seen a fairy! ”

He was born with an interest in good-looking men and women, and every time he saw a good-looking man or woman, he had to mumble for a long time.

The vision is getting higher and higher, after all, Ziliang was born very handsome, so ordinary men are not very attractive in Nan Candle's eyes.

But as soon as she saw that fairy girl today, Nan Zhu felt that she might never see someone more beautiful than the fairy girl in the future.

Nan Zhu surrounded him and asked, "Priest and priest, do you think the fairy girl is good-looking?" ”

Ziliang's brows were tightly furrowed, his lips were pursed into lines, and he was quite impatient.

"Beautiful."

"Do you think that too?!" Nan Candle's eyes lit up, "Hey, hey, hey!" ”

As soon as he laughed like that, Ziliang's gaze turned over, and his eyes were indifferent, "Don't be delusional." ”

Nan Candle's laughter stopped abruptly, "I'm not delusional, priest, I'm delusional for you." ”

Ziliang turned his head, his eyebrows and eyes were clearly contoured, the tails of his eyes were slightly curved, he leaned against the wall, and the tips of his two fingers rubbed gently.

The silent eyes fixed on Nan Zhu's face, and the corners of his eyes gradually provoked slightly, revealing unrestrainedness, no one could guess what he was thinking in his heart.

There is calmness, there are light colors, and there are bound colors.

Ziliang lowered his eyes, "I won't get married." ”

The gray sky wrapped his voice a little cold.

"Priest, you are still young, you can't take refuge in Buddhism so early."

The man's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and he reminded in a low voice, "I'm not a monk." ”

Nan Zhu pursed his lips and retorted, "But you live the life of a monk. ”

—

The room was quieter.

Dark clouds swept across the gray sky, and the wind was cooler.

"She has a family."

Nan Candle's face froze.

Only then did he remember that this woman had come from the princess.

Ziliang leaned idly on the edge of the window and lowered his eyes, "Where did Jing Yao go?" ”

"She went to the ready-to-wear shop again, and she knew beauty every day! I don't know that I can't marry at all, and I'm still stinking and beautiful. Nan Candle muttered dissatisfiedly.

Back then, when Jing Yao came with him to worship the high priest as a teacher, the high priest didn't say anything else, only said that he couldn't marry in his life, except after his death.

And they agreed.

But Jing Yao has changed a little in recent years, especially when she came to Dongguo, she ran out all day long.

The man in front of the window didn't speak again, and returned to his usual quiet appearance.

*

Following.

As soon as Helan cleaned up, he heard from Fuzhu that Queen Wenren was sick.

The temperature has dropped too quickly in the past two days, and the queen Wenren has contracted a cold, and she is arranging a doctor in the palace to diagnose and treat it at this time.

He Lan hurriedly changed into a set of palace clothes, the green silk was still half a plate and half scattered, and the golden hairpin hairpin was inserted into each one, and after passing the grooming test, he entered the palace with Fuzhu and Liangzhi.

In the end, I have to go and see what is Lonely Yao's mother, especially since Lonely Yao is not in Beijing now.

All the way to the palace unimpeded.

Xiluan Palace, the residence of the queen.

A group of people from Wuyangyang, the imperial doctors of the Tai Hospital, gathered on the side of the side hall and talked in a low voice about the queen's condition.

Seeing her come in, the imperial doctors knelt on the ground: "Princess Helan is blessed." ”