Xuanjing recited a good sentence, folded his hands and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, the Buddha fragrance is at ease in your heart, and there is no need to be deliberately rigid." ”

He changed into a magnolia-colored robe today, and the monk's hat was also changed to magnolia-color, but the Buddhist beads between the necks were not changed.

The royal family gives monks clothes and hats and all kinds of Buddha beads to Lanruo Temple every year, Xuanjing is a holy monk, and it is the person who likes Yun Wangyue, and the robes and magic vessels obtained are all exquisite.

However, Xuanjing is frugally dressed, often dressed plainly with a string of Nanmu Buddha beads, and rarely uses the empress to give gifts.

Shu Ange had something in his heart, so he didn't argue with Xuanjing, he only pulled the futon, opened the box, took out the scroll and put it on the ground, and then turned his back to Xuanjing, and looked at it one by one.

In order to be selected on the screen, all the beautiful men may have tried their best to unfold the painting scroll one by one, lying or standing, beautiful and affectionate.

If he is a man who reads and has a talented belly, he must hold a scroll in his hand, and if he is good at bows and arrows, he is dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, and his demeanor is scorching.

When it comes to appearance, there are thousands of postures with their own merits, but they are too ingenious, covering up their shortcomings one by one, each like a fairy in a painting, but they have lost the most moving aura.

Shu Ange looked at these scrolls, and finally understood why the ancient draft had to buy off the painter. She has also seen a few simple descriptions, mixed with a group of pearl-like people, who are simply here to make soy sauce.

At the beginning, Shu Ange was still a little evasive, and after watching it for a long time, he looked at the people on the painting and the introduction of his hometown and specialty next to him, just like reading a story, looking at one and throwing one on the ground.

Later, I was fascinated by it, and I threw it, and it snapped and smashed into Xuanjing's body.

The sound of the scroll landing on the ground and the sound of smashing on the person are naturally different, Shu Ange's body stiffened, and he turned his head slowly, the scroll was so open that it was so immortal, and the appearance of a beautiful man smiling with flowers and all kinds of charms was impressive.

Unless Xuanjing closed his eyes, he must have seen the huge draft word on the scroll, as well as the name and family history of the beautiful man.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward, and the corners of Shu Ange's mouth pulled out a smile, but his eyes couldn't smile.

Xuanjing didn't say anything, picked up the scroll, got up and put it on top of the wooden box, then sat back down, and continued to read the scriptures.

There is a murderous aura!

The lighter the Xuanjing, the more uneasy Shu Ange felt, especially when the system prompt sounded: "The target person's favorability is -2, and the current favorability is 18." ”

The favorability dropped by 2 in an instant, and Shu Ange realized what it means to be in trouble.

Let her owe it, throw it away.

However, after seeing the draft scroll, Hyun Jing's favorability decreased, that is, he had mood swings as a result.

Shu Ange closed the scroll one by one, pushed it aside, and approached the mirror with a futon smile.

Xuanjing concentrated on chanting the scriptures, but unexpectedly a man with a beautiful face and a shallow smile appeared in his mind.

She's in the draft.

Since the empress ascended the throne, the draft has been put on hold, and in the first three years, she avoided talking about it on the grounds that the emperor was filial piety.

Now that the third anniversary of the emperor's death has passed, it is time for the draft to be put on the charter.

It's good to be like this, all love will be, it will be difficult to last long, after the empress draft, the obsession in his heart can also be put down, he returned to Lanruo Temple, and since then the green light ancient Buddha is still the same.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

Although Xuanjing was chanting, his voice gradually lowered, and his eyes were a little scattered, Shu Ange was about to come to his face, and he didn't notice it.

Interrupted by her like this, Xuanjing's eyebrows frowned slightly, closed his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, when will you let the poor monk go back to Lanruo Temple." ”