“…Not.”

Fanyin replied subconsciously.

After saying it, I suddenly realized it.

This is clearly a saying against one's will.

He violated the Buddhist rules and precepts again.

That's right.

He was hiding from her.

Last night, after such a dream, how could I face it again?

This was the second time she broke the precepts.

Fanyin sighed in her heart.

"No?" Fenghua naturally disbelief, and asked with a smile on his charming red lips.

The monk in white pursed his peach blossom lips slightly, but did not answer.

However, Fenghua was not angry.

This is a good thing.

The Saint Monk, who always had only Buddha in his heart, and whose eyes were only gentle and compassionate to all living beings in the world, would he even... hide from her?

What this means is self-evident.

The girl turned around, and the folding fan in her hand lifted up the exquisite and beautiful jaw of the white-clothed holy monk. Her phoenix eyes were cold and she was filled with noble and luxurious light. "If you weren't hiding from me, why didn't you dare to raise your head and look at me?"

“…”

It's really, it's pressing every step.

Fanyin raised her slender and thick eyefelt feathers and looked at her, "So, what does Your Majesty want to do?"

That gentle and tolerant look seemed to be looking at a willful and arrogant child.

For the past month, the empress has been visiting the temple every day.

Sometimes, when he recites Buddhist scriptures, she can quietly read ancient books and books from the side.

Sometimes, or just to accompany him, use a vegetarian vegetarian meal.

Sometimes, the erotic scene in the Zen room that day...

She seemed to be trying very carefully to impress him and make him... willingly.

In his eyes, perhaps she is no different from others.

However, in the eyes of the world, she is the noble empress of Hongxiuguo, and the men in the boudoir for her to choose from, which is... why bother?

"What do I want to do?" Feng Hua raised a charming smile on his red lips, and then he approached him with a folding fan. Hua Yan's voice was low: "Don't you know Fanyin?"

Sanskrit: "…"

She folded the scent and kissed the peach-like lips.

In the past, such closeness was always in the Zen room.

At present, although there is no one around, it still makes Fanyin feel a secret taboo in his heart.

All things in the world, gods and Buddhas all over the sky, seemed to be watching them.

The calm heart has always appeared little by little something called "Shame".

Fan Yin resisted for the first time and gasped slightly: "Your Majesty..."

"Be good, don't try to resist me, otherwise I don't mind being lucky to you here."

Fenghua pinched the lower jaw of Fanyin, and in one sentence, he gently made him stop resisting.

Then, let Her Majesty the Queen... do whatever she wants.

The saint monk in white obediently asked the empress to kiss him, and the peach blossom stream was surrounded by the water.

"Saint monk, it seems that I haven't tried it outside yet, right?" The girl pushed Fanyin onto a rock, raised her hand and tried to untie his robe lightly, tilted her head to look at him, her phoenix eyes were lazy.

She called him "Holy Monk", but she was clearly doing the word "blasphemy".

Fanyin's eyelashes drooped slightly, and she said only one sentence, "If Your Majesty is angry with me for refusal and wants to humiliate me, there is no need to do so. As long as Your Majesty gives orders, I am willing to die."

The words are over.

The slender hands placed on the white monk's robe stopped.

Fenghua narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, "Are you threatening me with death?"

"Yes." Fanyin replied.

The loyal believers under the Buddha's seat are even disdainful of vain and serpent.

So bright and open.
Chapter completed!