"Look at what a stunning and stunning figure that legendary Saint Monk of Fanyin was. He actually told His Majesty to rather dismiss the harem of three thousand, promising to take him alone in this life."

Feng Taijun's eyelashes drooped slightly, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes, and said slowly:

"Besides, I have been worshipping Buddha for many years, but I have never seen this famous Saint Monk of Sanskrit. It has always been a pity in my life, but I never thought that one day, the Saint Monk Monk of Sanskrit became His Majesty's Fengjun."

"That's great."

...

After the death of the late emperor, Feng Taijun moved from Fengchen Palace to Qiankun Palace.

Haven't set foot for three years.

This time, Feng Taijun’s old place came back, but his heart was calm and without any touch.

Although this Fengchen Palace, which symbolizes the supreme male in Hongxiu Kingdom, has given him a lifetime of honor, it is also a shackle and cage that traps him for half his life.

However, when he saw the long figure in the holy white clothes in this gorgeous and luxurious palace, Feng Taijun was shocked, his calm heart was immediately stormy, and his lips trembled slightly: "You..."

A little bright red cinnabar between the white-clothed monk's eyebrows fell into Feng Taijun's eyes, which was so thrilling.

Fanyin's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly. He didn't understand why the person in front of him looked at him in shock, but was still gentle and polite: "Do you dare to ask what the young master calls him?"

Since admitting in front of the world that he was willing to marry the empress and became husband, Fanyin no longer called himself "I am a monk".

To the outside world, naturally, no longer call human beings the ‘donor’.

Feng Taijun stared at Fan Yin's face with his eyes tightly, especially a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and a dark color surging in his eyes. A trance-looking look appeared on his gentle and handsome face, and he replied unconsciously: "My name is Ji Xiuxing."

One of the four major families in Hongxiu National Today is the Ji family.

The noble king Ji Ruxue, the Feng Taijun... Ji Xiuxing.

From the name Ji Xiuxing, I realized the identity of the person in front of me. Fan Yin immediately saw the respect and subconsciously clasped his hands together and said, "Fan Yin meets Feng Taijun."

For a moment, he actually forgot that he had returned to secular life and should have performed court etiquette.

This sound made the trance in Feng Taijun's eyes fade away like a tide, and he barely pulled the corners of his lips and explained: "It turns out that the legendary Saint Monk of Sanskrit is so out of the world. He just lost his composure. I hope the Holy Monk will not be surprised."

"I have returned to the secular world now, and I can't be the saint monk of Feng Taijun." After pausing, Fanyin said: "If Feng Taijun doesn't mind, call him the next Fanyin."

"...Sanyin." Feng Taijun shouted like a stream of thought, but the ink color in his eyes kept surging, hiding too many complex emotions, which made people unable to see clearly and cannot be understood.

Sitting for a while.

Feng Taijun's attitude was very gentle and close. He first asked Fanyin for advice on Buddhism, and then asked Fanyin some things about childhood.

The once famous holy monk, even though he had returned to secular life, his gentle and compassionate personality had not changed. He patiently answered Feng Taijun one by one.

finally.

Feng Taijun took a deep breath, looked at the black pupils of the holy monk in white, and his eyes fell on the bright cinnabar between his eyebrows, and faintly condensed ink.

He pursed his lips, as if he was difficult and obscure, and as if he felt relieved, he said slowly:

"I would like to ask, I wonder if there are... five red moles in the shape of petals in the soles of Fanyin's feet?"

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Chapter completed!