I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

It was late March, and there was only a hint of coolness in the night breeze.

Bai Zhi held a lantern and ran wildly on the moonlit path. The only hint of coolness was dissipated by the heat of running.

In the bamboo forest at night, there is nothing but the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves. Bai Zhi could hear her slightly heavier breathing and slightly faster heartbeat. The unique aroma of fine wine, accompanied by the fragrance of bamboo leaves, lingers in your nose. Bai Zhi's whole heart was focused on the cabin in the forest.

Plunging into the moonlight-impermeable bamboo forest, I felt no fear at all, but was very excited. No matter what the result is, the process of verification is joyful.

As the saying goes, drunkenness makes people brave, but the experience of our ancestors is still very reliable. Bai Zhi knew exactly what she was doing, but wine had a magical power that could dispel negative thoughts in her heart. If she were sober, she would definitely be thinking about the consequences. But now, under the influence of alcohol, who would cower and act like a coward?

With full expectations, we arrived at Yuanchenju before we knew it.

She had a special way to enter the Yuanchen Residence. She gently put her hand in and flicked it, and the courtyard door opened.

Meng Ying was lying on the bed, her thoughts so chaotic that she couldn't sleep. The sudden sound of the door opening surprised him. It's so late, who could it be?

Xiao Yang? But Xiao Yang never walks away. Could it be some servant? Could something have happened to the princess? !

While he was thinking, there was a light knock on the wooden door. Because he was distracted, he didn't care about his disheveled clothes. He rushed out of the bedroom in a few steps and opened the door to the main room.

The moment she opened the door, Meng Ying froze on the spot, wanting to say something, but couldn't speak for a long time.

To be honest, the moment I saw her, I was delighted.

But after calming down, he saw that she was wearing a thin chest-length skirt, her hair was half-down on her chest and back, and her shoes were on backwards.

She was holding a lantern in one hand and holding the hem of her skirt in the other. Under the weak light, a thin layer of crystal sweat could be seen oozing out of her forehead.

She stood within arm's reach of Meng Ying, and Meng Ying could feel the heat radiating from her body, as well as the fresh fragrance mixed with alcohol after taking a shower.

Even a good-tempered person like Meng Ying still has some thoughts of swearing.

But all the anger disappeared instantly when faced with her smile.

She raised the lantern, raised the corners of her mouth, revealing her neat teeth, and her eyes were illuminated by the shining firelight. The flames jumped, forming a flickering light in her eyes, like fireflies dancing in the dark night.

She showed a full smile, raised her head and looked into Meng Ying's deep eyes, "Your Majesty!"

The voice was full of joy, and Meng Ying's heart trembled when she heard it.

Meng Ying avoided her sincere and warm eyes and frowned: "What is the princess doing here late at night? It's cold at night, and I don't know how to put on an extra layer of clothes."

Bai Zhi's brain must have been numbed by alcohol. She couldn't hear the first half of the accusation, but only the second half of the concern. She said naughtily: "Your Majesty, don't you invite me in to sit down?"

Only then did Meng Ying come back to her senses, took the lantern from Bai Zhi's hand, lit the lamps in the room, and invited Bai Zhi in.

Today, Meng Ying has no smile on her face, feels unspeakably unhappy in her heart, and doesn't really want to talk. He helped Bai Zhi sit down, fearing that she would become drunk because of drinking too much. Then he went to the bedroom to get a quick coat and put it on Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi had just gone through a two-kilometer long run and was extremely hot. As soon as she put her coat on her shoulders, she shook her shoulders and shook her clothes on the chair.

Meng Ying was also calming down and put her clothes back on. But while Bai Zhi was muttering about the heat, she shook her clothes off again. The flexibility of shaking off her clothes was like a loach in the field, and no one could catch it.

Meng Ying held her forehead and said, "Princess, it's cold at night, so put on your clothes."

"But I'm hot! Let me rest for a while!"

Meng Ying couldn't resist, and shook her head helplessly, "It's okay, just for a while. Your clothes are wet. If the cool breeze blows later, you will get sick."

Bai Zhi smiled and nodded obediently, "Yes, yes, listen to the prince."

"What does the princess want from Sa Lan?" Meng Ying was a little irritated and her voice became a little lower.

Bai Zhi leaned forward and got a little closer to Meng Ying, "I want to see the prince, and then I'm here."

I just want to see him, no other reason is needed.

She was wearing thin clothes, and you could see her thin neck with graceful lines like white jade, her deep collarbone, and a little spring on her chest. Such clothing is common in the 21st century, but in this era, it is a sight that can only be seen in the boudoir.

Meng Ying avoided her gaze and shook her head, with anger hidden in her tone, "If you want to see the princess, you can come tomorrow! How can you be so undressed in the middle of the night? You went drinking with Xiao Yang late at night. Just now, if something unexpected happens, what should we do?"

Bai Zhi now only listens to good things and doesn't care about the other party's anger. She muttered: "Xiao Yang is so skilled! What can happen!"

Meng Ying became even more angry, "You don't know him! That's all, how can he protect you if he's drunk?!"

Bai Zhi was scolded, but she was very thick-skinned. She stuck out her tongue at Meng Ying, who had a cold face, and said with a smile: "Isn't this okay? By the way, Your Majesty, I brought you something good!"

Meng Ying frowned, exhaled a breath, and waited for the little girl in front of her to show off the good things she said.

Bai Zhi stretched out her hand, and in her hand was an unknown object wrapped in silk. Bai Zhi raised her eyes to glance at Meng Ying with a smile in her eyes. Then he lowered his head again and unfolded the white silk bit by bit very slowly.

The moment he unfolded it, he lifted the object high and held it in front of Meng Ying, "Thump, thump, thump!"

Meng Ying looked down and saw a piece of candy mixed with rose petals. He recognized it at a glance as a dessert given to all customers in Deyuelou.

Maybe the caramel had been squeezed in her hand for a long time, so it was a little deformed and a little melted. Because she was so close, Meng Ying could still smell a slight fragrance.

He couldn't help but laugh, stretched out his hand to take it, and took a piece into his mouth.

He only ate this candy once, because he thought it was too sweet, so he never ate it again. Now when I eat it again, the taste is completely different.

Bai Zhi watched him eat it with enjoyment, and asked him expectantly: "Is it delicious?"

Meng Ying replied: "Yeah. Sweet."

Today's irritable mood was dispelled by this piece of candy that sweetened my heart. Meng Ying turned back to the peaceful Meng Ying.

"Princess, it's late at night, go back to sleep quickly. Sa Lan will take you back." He looked into her expectant eyes and whispered softly.

Bai Zhi looked unhappy and pouted: "I don't want it, I want to sleep here!"

Meng Ying: "..."

Meng Ying was stunned. He didn't dare to think deeply about the meaning behind this sentence.

He was also thinking these days, if he was just an ordinary person, such a peaceful and beautiful life would be his inner yearning. But he is not the person who can live such a life.

Meng Ying looked at her blankly, smiled, and helped her stand up, "If you don't mind, Princess, I will stay in Yuanchen Residence today."

Meng Ying took her into the bedroom. Bai Zhi flinched for a moment, but only for a moment.

Meng Ying asked her to lie down, so she lay down, tucked her into bed, and stood up to leave, "Princess, have a good rest, Sa Lan is staying next door."

Bai Zhi sat up and grabbed Meng Ying's broad palm, "My lord, do you want to leave?"

"Yes. The princess is resting well."

"My lord, wait! Can I ask you a question?"

Meng Ying's heart beat like a drum. He guessed that the next question was not one that could be answered easily.

Before Meng Ying could speak, Bai Zhi asked loudly, "Is the prince being nice to me just because I am the princess?"

It was an expected question, and the answer was already in my heart, but now it was stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it out.

Seeing his silence, Bai Zhi understood. It seems that this answer is not surprising.

She chuckled lightly, let go of Meng Ying's hand, and said stiffly: "Ah! I drank too much today. I have a headache and feel sleepy. Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking me in!"

At that moment, Meng Ying felt lost. He blew out the lamp for her, went to the dusty couch next door, and slept in her clothes.

After Meng Ying left, Bai Zhi buried her head between the pillows that smelled of Meng Ying, crying silently.

If she could, she really wanted to drown in this intoxicating smell. But now, she has lost this qualification.