Pretty Her

The woman lying on the ground was wearing a pretty skirt with a fairy dress, she was very thin, half of her body was in the sun, and she was white.

She folded her waist and bowed her head delicately and weakly. When she heard him, she did not rush to answer, but slowly raised her face, her soft eyebrows were full of grace, and when she opened her mouth, shyness and clarity coexisted, and she couldn't stop them. Reiki.

"Return to the emperor, the courtier is Yunbaolin."

Meng Xuan contemplates.

Rainbow Dash?

Immediately, the **** reminded him softly: "The emperor, she is the youngest daughter of the Yun family and the queen's sister."

Meng Zhiran realized that it was her.

He knew that the queen had a sister in the palace, but the queen did not seem to want him to see her.

Concubine in this harem, it doesn't matter to him who you look at. The harem is entirely in the hands of the queen, and whatever she wants is up to her.

Meng Yan's eyes darkened, and his eyes passed unconsciously across the woman's face. She was not afraid of him, and caught her gaze innocently.

He was watching her, and she was watching him.

She has Zhang Jing's beautiful face, and even if she hides in the most inconspicuous corner of the crowd, she can instantly attract people. When he was young, he read the book with Taifu, and it was written that everything that was very beautiful could forget everything he had seen at a glance.

Now that I want to come, that's probably what I said. It's just not things, but people.

The queen refused to let him see, she did have her consideration. Such a stunner, who would not be tempted to see it.

What Meng Yue thought of was that the corners of her lips were slightly sunken, and a bit of bitterness clustered in her eyes. Before anyone noticed, he had returned to the usual and gentle appearance.

His gaze was fixed on her, his heavy eyes were like dark clouds, and he was out of breath. To be an ordinary person, I was stared at by the Ninth Five-Year, so I was afraid to avoid it in a hurry, but she didn't. She slightly raised her chin, her clear eyes were bright and deep, and her two petals raised smiles.

It's nice to laugh.

Meng Yue said to her, "Thank you for your hard work here, and I will pick you up today, how about it?"

He originally came to pick up people, but he didn't pick her up intentionally. Now asking such a sentence, it seems that it is all for her.

Yun Zheng looked down at the right time, and falsely accepted his words and said, "Pray for the monarch, it is the honor of the courtiers. Thank you, the Emperor."

He nodded, and immediately ordered the people around him to prepare for ceremonial matters.

The people from the following palaces secretly sighed that they could attract the emperor's eyes. It may not be a good thing for Yunbaolin to come.

The queen is jealous and well known.

Otherwise, Yunbaolin would not be rushed to the temple.

The emperor entered the temple and was going to take a break before leaving for the palace. The temple was busy coaxing a bunch of people. Tianzi listened to the scriptures before the Buddha. In addition to the palace people waiting outside the temple, in order to prevent harassment of the heavenly people, everyone else dispersed and did their own work.

Yun Zhi went straight to the backyard zen house, and a man was sweeping leaves under the tree.

Ethereal didn't dare to look up.

He had long seen her looking for him from a long distance. Just now in the crowd, she had intentionally talked to him. Helplessly, after a distance, so many people were staring, she could only stop.

He knew what she was going to say.

All are words of distinction.

When she was recalled by her sister in the past, he sent her back, calm and not half frustrated. Send her back today, uneasy.

He clearly understood that she would not return when she left on this trip.

Monks shouldn't worry about worldly things. It is because he is not practicing enough.

For a long while, she had already come to him in front of her, bending down and lowering her head, crooking her neck and sending it to his eyes, almost face to face.

He had to look up, "What's the donor?"

She frowned: "Wei Shen, you are so strange, and there are no outsiders, what do you call me a donor?"

Ethereal looked down, he had warm eyes, and long thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the eye socket. He whispered softly, "Be careful when you return to your house on this trip."

With a smile on her face: "I understand."

He slowly said, "It's not a fight, so don't support it. Keeping your life is the most important thing."

She dialed the broom in his hand, and he handed it to her. She picked up the broom, followed his example, and swept the leaves. The Communist Party also had four or five leaves, which were swept together and cleaned.

"Wei Shen, I will win."

Another leaf fell and fell just in the middle of her black hair.

Ethereal reached out to pick it up, and slightly thicker Fengze lips froze, hesitating for a few seconds, and then asked, "What are you going to win?"

She covered the back of his hand, and his hand was forced to press lightly against her forehead. She looked at him, word by word: "I want to be a queen."

Ethereal smiled. "Ambition is a good thing."

She told him: "In the palace, without ambition, you can just sit and wait to die."

He nodded.

She sighed, as if thinking of something, and suddenly rejoiced, let go of his hand and pulled his monk's robe: "Wei Shen, the emperor is much more handsome than I thought. Did you see him just now?"

Ethereal took out a pack of rock candy from his sleeve, spread it out carefully, "I see, his face is like a crown jade, a handsome man."

She wants to eat sugar, instead of pinching her hands, she lowers her head directly with her mouth, and holds her hand with soft lips. She lifts her face and chews the sugar. The flowery face smiles sweetly: "But he doesn't have you Jun. Wei Shen, if you do n’t become a monk, you will be the best man in the world. "

Ethereal smiled. He looked at the place where she had just touched with her mouth. The sugar was piled together, and the granulated sugar was shining.

Somehow he suddenly wanted to eat sugar today.

It's probably bitter in heart, so be sweet.

He picked up a granulated sugar and sent it to his mouth. It really is sweet. She touched the sugar with her mouth just now, as if she had poured all her sweetness on the sugar. He pressed it under the tip of his tongue and couldn't bear to swallow.

There was warmth from the back of her hand, and she stuck his hand.

She begged him seriously: "Wei Shen, you will come to see me in the palace, right?"

Ethereal didn't dare to respond.

She shook his arm, tender and soft: "Wei Shen, you must come to see me. As long as you are the host of the White Deer Temple, you can enter the palace brightly."

Buddhism is admired in the palace. As the Royal National Temple, Bailu Temple has a transcendent status.

He knew what she wanted to do, and she asked him to continue helping her.

He glanced at her. She had tears in her eyes, and her eyes flowed.

He raised his hand to tears for her, and didn't say a word of nonsense, just spit out a word: "OK."

There was an instant bloom on her face, and he said the words he heard countless times: "Wei Shen, you are so good."

Ethereal smiled silently.

After listening so many times, I can't get tired of it.

Always thinking of listening again and again and again, her words penetrated into his ears and poured into his heart, and his empty atrium overflowed from then on.

The two talked again, and when he left, he handed her the beads. She didn't hesitate to wear it directly on her wrist and went out with a smile.

She had just taken a few steps and had more people behind her.

Not far away, Xiao Yan stared at her indifferently.

She looked around and dragged him into the flowers, "Master Xiao, are you here for me?"

Xiao Yan: "No." He saw her cautious manner, and his calm heart suddenly stirred up again: "You talked to that monk under the tree just now, how can you not feel like a guilty conscience like this?"

She looked up at him and calculated that he didn't see anything. She smiled, "Because the monk is a monk, Master Xiao is a man."

Xiao Yan looked red.

He snorted heavily.

For a few seconds, I re-speaked, "I really want to go home today?"

She looked at him in wonder.

Xiao Zheng frowned, and the words had just come out. He didn't realize it was right. He wanted to take it back, but it was too late.

He asked these words, and it seemed as if he didn't want her to return to the house. That sounds weird.

Xiao Yan remedied in a timely manner: "What you want me to do, I have already done it. From now on, you can do it yourself in the harem."

She replied softly: "Master Xie Xiao cares."

He frowned.

In the past, a "boy" took a sip, but now it is in the eyes of the emperor, and it evokes "Master Xiao" indifferently.

He had told himself long ago that he should not be disturbed by her affairs anymore, but now he couldn't help it, and no matter whether anyone around him saw it, he held her hand.

When he touched the bead with his finger, he held it. What he wanted to say came to his mouth, and he persuaded to go back again. Instead, he asked, "Why don't you wear a gold jade bracelet instead?"

She was not in a hurry to pull her hand back, let him jam his hand, and laughed: "This is a gift from the temple master, which can alleviate disasters."

Xiao Xun: "What disasters and what difficulties are eliminated, you have my help, are you afraid of any disaster?"

She bit her lower lip.

Xiao Yan coughed, and quickly let go of her, his eyes moved elsewhere. "You can't wear the emperor's favor with this one. The daughter's house should be beautifully dressed to win the husband's affection."

She thanked him seriously: "Thank you, Lord Xiao, for your enlightenment. I will try my best to please the emperor."

Xiao Yan was stagnant.

A long while.

He couldn't pretend anymore and left indignantly.

Yun Zheng stood in the middle of the flowers, she did not keep him, but just let him go.

She planted a seed in his heart. Now the seed has emerged, giving birth to lush buds.

The charming woman closed her eyes with her face up, the sun was warm and the flowers were pleasant. In front of her was a road to Kangzhuang. Even though this road was about to be filled with the sincerity of countless people.

Fortunately, she is heartless. Although the affection is good, in a blink of an eye, the clouds disappear, and nothing in the world is more secure than playing and indulging.

What the woman in the palace wants is not appearance or talent, but a deceptive soul.

The holy car set off for the palace soon.

Outside the palace gate, Queen Yun Rong has long been waiting.

Once the emperor traveled back to the palace, Yun Rong never met. She is too weak to hurt her body, so the trivial matters in the palace can be avoided.

This is the first time a battle as big as today.

The emperor descended from the jade urn, and ordered the people to lift Yun Rong, expressing concern and tenderness.

The others heard it, envious, and sighed that the emperor and the empress were in deep affection.

Yun Zheng glanced at it with a smile.

The emperor spoke well, but he couldn't even help Yunrong. Although he smiled on his face, Pi Xiaorou did not smile, his eyes were indifferent. This indifference is not just to one person, he seems to have a sense of alienation to everyone, not the supremacy of the emperor, but a different feeling.

Suddenly someone called her name: "Ama."

Yun Zheng looked up, and when he didn't know, Yun Rong had approached her.

Her nice sister held her hand affectionately, and the words of Hou Han's warmth just made everyone heard. When she lowered her head and got closer, she asked her with a voice that only two people could hear--

"No one will allow you to return to the palace without my permission! Even if the emperor picks you up, you can't come back with him. You are waiting for me, waiting for me to pick you up!"