She withdrew her hand lightly.

The gorgeous purple, which symbolizes the dignity, drew a graceful and lonely arc in the air.

Fenghua narrowed his eyes, stared at the face of the saint monk in white, and suddenly smiled suddenly: "Why, I haven't seen you for half a day, and the saint monk is so alienated from me?"

Fan Yin pursed her peach blossom lips slightly.

These days, he has been addicted to the land of beauty and gentleness, and has completely abandoned the Buddha who has been believing in for half his life.

Ji Ruxue's arrival was like a wake-up call, giving Fanyin a heavy blow.

Let him wake up.

If you ask Fanyin, will he regret it?

Have you ever regretted it and given your body to the empress?

Fanyin's answer must be without regrets.

He had never thought of having sex with her forever, but just followed his original heart and seized the day.

The Buddha once said: Do happy things with lovers, don’t ask whether it is a disaster or fate.

All things are born, all of which are fate. When you meet by chance, you look back suddenly and are destined to be together for the moment when your eyes meet.

Dependence is destroyed, and degeneration is empty.

Having this love story is enough for him to remember for the rest of his life.

You shouldn't be too much.

What's more, she is the empress above ten thousand people in Hongxiu Country, and there must be countless men in the harem.

Today, Ji Guijun is just one of them.

The Buddhist vocals can be seen thoroughly and clearly.

And this thorough Qingming Festival may be mixed with a hint of indescribableness, even he himself never noticed... jealousy.

Fanyin's eyelashes drooped slightly, she gently opened her peach blossom lips and said, "Your Majesty is in good health now, and I should have retired."

He asked to say goodbye.

Fenghua naturally won't let it go.

"Get out of success?" The girl in purple-clothed and ink-haired raised her delicate black eyebrows, stretched out her slender hands to stroke the abdomen of the white-clothed Holy Monk. Her gorgeous and charming red lips curled up a touch of evil spirit, "Where does the holy Monk want to take my princess with me?"

Emperor, the princess...?!

In one sentence, Fanyin's body suddenly stiffened.

He was stunned for the first time.

Immediately, for the first time, he retorted so excitedly: "Impossible--!"

"Why is it impossible?" Fenghua leaned closer from behind and whispered in charmingly in Fanyin's ear: "Has the Holy Monk forgotten, last night, the night before, and the night before... you and I... were on the phoenix bed in Hebi Palace."

She said, touching the thin white and slender hands on Fanyin's abdomen, pressed them lightly and heavily, and continued, "Here, maybe I already have my flesh and blood,... Saint Monk, do you think, right?"

child……

If there is a child...

Fanyin suddenly became flustered.

Resist?

Contradict?

Fan Yin was surprised to find that deep down he didn't... hate the child he said to the girl.

This kind of non-hate is not the equal and kindness that the Buddha once taught to be sentient beings, and not to favor or dislike someone or something based on one's own likes and dislikes.

But... subtle joy and satisfaction from the heart.

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It's really...it's right and wrong.

Feng Hua raised his lips and smiled, and said softly: "So, the holy monk should not think about escaping from me."

"I have been delusional in this life."

"Does Ji Ruxue look so ugly when she hears that I want to reward you with Fengchen Palace?"

"Because... Fengchen Palace is the palace of Fengjun of Hongxiu Kingdom for all dynasties."

"Chen is the emperor."

The empress, with long black hair and purple clothes, raised the delicate jaw of the holy monk in white clothes, and asked him to look into his eyes and said word by word:
Chapter completed!