Shocked, for a moment.

Fanyin's face quickly returned to a calm and holy appearance, with long and thick black eyelids hanging down, and replied lightly: "I have never used incense."

Perhaps, when men from Hongxiuguo compete in the backyard, boudoir center and flatter, they inevitably do more and more polished things when they are competing for favors.

But he, a person outside the world, had already served the Buddha physically and mentally, so how could he do the ordinary behavior of a man from the Hongxiu Kingdom?

fragrant?

this……

Fanyin himself has never paid attention to it.

If he had not practiced since childhood, his restraint and curiosity were approaching nothing, if someone else had heard the most noble Hongxiu Kingdom Queen said this, he would have lowered his head and pulled up his clothes and sniffed it lightly.

Smell it, does it really have the fragrance that the empress said?

"Is that right?" The girl in purple slowly raised her delicate eyebrows, and the expression on her face was obviously unbelievable.

Under the purple sleeves, the exposed slender snow-white wrist turned, and the ink painting folding fan opened in a "swish" manner, and the folding fan gently lifted the holy white clothes of the holy monk.

Hand it to the end of the nose and sniff it gently.

This action is obviously a bit frivolous, but now it is done by a girl, not only does it have the slightest vulgarity of the slightest, but it also contains the indescribable beauty and charm.

Her phoenix eyes flowed, her red lips curled up, and she said in a low voice: "But there is indeed a faint lotus fragrance on the holy monk's clothes."

"..." Fan Yin frowned slightly, but finally clasped her hands together and said, "Mencius never lie easily, and I have never used incense or other things."

"Don't believe it?" Fenghua approached and wanted to send a white monk's robe that was lifted up by the folding fan in his hand to the stunning young and stunning holy monk. "Holy monk, please smell it yourself?"

Fan Yin's expression was faint, but a helplessness appeared in his heart, and he shouted softly: "Your Majesty."

He thought to himself that the current empress in Hongxiuguo has a too much personality... she is a little out of the way.

[Ding! The target character Fanyin, favorability level 5, strategy completion level 5!]

Fenghua curled her lower lip and turned around and took back the ink painting folding fan. The holy white clothes hang down gently like a flowing cloud. The clothes of some unknown material reflected a silver light.

The beauty of holy.

It's really unbearable, but I can't help but want to... ravage it.

The girl in purple hangs down her slender eye feathers slightly, covering the darkness that condenses in her eyes.

Finally got back to the point.

Feng Huashang played with folding fans and polished the smooth red sandalwood fan bones. Between the girl's slender fingers, the fingers became more and more white, and the ten fingers that looked like onion tubes were slender. He said casually: "I'm not hiding the holy monk, I came to visit today because I... had a dream last night."

"Dream?" Fan Yin asked with a holy eyebrows, a calm expression, and a gentle and compassionate voice: "Does Your Majesty need me to interpret my dreams?"

A respected holy monk can’t just eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha’s name, but he has the ability to be able to reach the sky.

Dream interpretation is just a small matter for the holy monk.

However, the girl in purple in front of her, because of her unparalleled status as the queen of Hongxiuguo, her affairs cannot be considered a trivial matter in any case.

The affairs of the emperor are the affairs of the world.

Fanyin subconsciously thought that the dream mentioned by the empress was related to the Hongxiu country's destiny, or the people of the world.

Unexpectedly, the girl with long black hair and purple clothes curled up her red lips slightly, and Hua Yan's voice suddenly lowered, saying, "I'm afraid the holy monk can't solve this dream, because..."

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Chapter completed!