Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

Putting his hands behind his back, he said: "Master's hands are so warm, and mine are cold."

"..."

After saying that, she frowned. She felt like a pervert who was deliberately taking advantage of others.

Although she did do it on purpose.

The monk held the Buddhist beads in one hand, without any expression on her behavior: "Do you want to add a piece of clothing, donor?"

"No need. Are you cold, little master?"

"I am not cold."

"..."

Yan He nodded and looked past him at the two people walking towards them not far away.

"They're coming."

Wu Si watched from the side from beginning to end, and his heart grew colder and colder as he watched.

Why do their princesses always have a soft spot for monks?

The one from Huguo Temple is fine, after all, he has outstanding looks, elegant temperament, and impeccable identity.

Now, could it be that this idle monk really wants to kidnap someone?

Yan Rui had seen from a distance that Yan He was making advances towards the monk.

Go forward and gently pull the person away.

“Chidan, Master Wuxiang is a monk, you must keep your distance and don’t be rude.”

"I do not have."

He didn't believe it and his eyes were full of suspicion.

Yan He raised his chin towards the monk and said, "Ask Master Wuxiang if I was rude to him?"

This one sentence diverted everyone's attention.

The monk twisted the beads and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Donor, I just returned the beads to this poor monk. Donor Maodun misunderstood."

"......All right."

He felt that it was gone, what else could Yan Rui say.

After all, Almo is a country on the grassland, so most of the fun naturally takes place on the grassland.

A few people came out of the horse farm and heard a series of powerful and earth-shattering roars in the air.

There is tremendous power and majesty in it.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two giant birds spread their wings, flying over the treetops, overlooking the earth, and soaring between heaven and earth.

The sharp eyes reveal a strong sense of dominance.

"This is?"

"I raised it."

Yan Rui looked up and a whistle sounded. The bird that was originally spreading its wings in the air turned around instantly.

It came straight towards the ground, raising a burst of sharp blades.

But she stood on Yan Rui's shoulder very obediently, with her eyes looking at the two unfamiliar faces with great curiosity.

Shi Moheng patted his palms with his folding fan, unable to resist the urge to reach out and touch it.

But the eagle is not a gentle bird.

Yan Rui raised his hand and waited until it stood firmly on the back of his hand before bringing it to him.

"Second Prince, please touch me?"

"May I?"

"nature."

Yan He stood behind and watched them talking, with no intention of going over.

There was no urging, just waiting for them.

Until the monk turned around and came to her: "Amitabha, I heard that you have been to the Central Plains?"

She looked up in surprise and said, "Yes, I went to Kyoto three months ago."

Then there was silence, no words.

Yan He blinked, not knowing why he suddenly asked this question.

There was no further news.

It seems like he is just making small talk.

She turned her eyes away again: "Young Master, why don't you go and see those two eagles?"

"Mo Heng is more interested."

"Ah."

Yan Rui must like Shi Moheng very much, as he treats the two eagles very tenderly on weekdays.

When the two of them came over.

He actually said that if he liked it, he could pick one and take it away.

"...Brother, are you willing to send the eagle away?"

"It's rare to have a close friend. It's just an eagle. I believe the Third Prince will take good care of it."

It looks like he's even prepared which one to give as a gift.

It’s a pity that it was rejected very quickly.

Shi Moheng turned his head and glanced at Yan He and Wu Xiang: "A gentleman does not take away what others like. Besides, I have traveled all over the world, I am afraid I am powerless."

"No problem, I'll take care of it for you first."

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Several people entered the royal city. Except for the differences in style and category, the streets were generally similar.

Yan Rui and Shi Moheng were talking with their arms around each other.

He left Yan He and the others far behind and walked forward on his own.

There was no intention to stop and take a look.

Yan He glanced at the waiter who kept shouting, raised his hand, pulled the monk next to him and left.

"Eh? Princess?"

Wu Si was stunned for a moment, then hurried to catch up.

The store is filled with all kinds of hats, but they are all in Almo's style.

Yan He pulled the person in and then let go.

He pointed to the white plush hat hanging in the corner and asked the waiter to help take it down.

"Girl, you have a good eye. This hat is made of fox fur. It is very warm."

As the waiter spoke, he unconsciously glanced at the monk who was standing silently beside him.

He took down another one that was similar.

Yan He took it and found it was indeed very comfortable to touch and beautiful.

She fell in love with it at first sight.

I turned around and raised my hand, only to find that the other person was too tall and I couldn't reach him at all.

"Lower your head."

Wu Si: “…”

Their princess was really crazy, what should she do? Should she turn a blind eye and pretend not to know?

Or should I find an opportunity to report this to the Queen?

Before she could figure it out, she saw the cold monk bend down obediently and lower his body.

The fox fur hat was already on.

Yan He pulled the plush earmuffs on both sides, just enough to cover the monk's ears.

I accidentally touched it and it was terribly cold.

She raised her eyes and happened to meet the deep and dark phoenix eyes. At this moment, the gentleness retreated, like a vortex that could eat people.

If you are not careful, you will be sucked in.

It's hard not to suspect that this is the same person's eyes.

"Are you feeling warmer, little Master?"

Yan He lowered his eyes, dodged, and took two steps back.

"It's beautiful. Mobei is not like the Central Plains. It's so cold, you still have to be careful not to catch a cold."

She felt cold just looking at the bald head, and when she was preparing clothes, she only remembered that they needed to change.

And it really looks good, and it fits the clothes he is wearing perfectly.

The monk folded his hands and slowly stood still: "Thank you, benefactor. I am warm now."

"You came yesterday?"

"Ah."

"You came here yesterday, why didn't you think of buying a hat to keep warm?"

"I'm used to it."

"..."

Yan He took out his purse to pay and saw another hat taken down by the waiter.

Only then did I remember that Mo Heng wasn't there yet.

He turned to look at the monk who had been staring at him: "Where is the third prince?"

"He doesn't have to."

"Need not?"

Perhaps because she looked too surprised, the monk paused while holding the Buddhist beads.

Suddenly he changed his tone: "He has deep inner strength, so he shouldn't need it."

"How about we bring him one?"

I don’t know which words made him happy, and the corners of his mouth raised.

"I will obey the donor."

Yan He directly took the one chosen by the waiter and packed it up to take away.