This prince is a little sweet

After traveling from the city to the outskirts of the city for a while, the sky has changed, and the original sun of the high court has been quietly hidden in layers of clouds and mist.Among the green pines all over the mountain, it seems that the flying eaves of Qingmen Temple can be seen in the distance. The monks' chanting and the ethereal chime sound come from the deep mountains, carrying some pious meaning.

Just at this time, the white snow rustled down, and everything around was covered in a vast expanse for a moment.

Xiao Heng raised his head and looked at the seemingly endless stone steps in front of him, feeling a little dizzy.

The accompanying servant looked up at the sky, and couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "What's this called? It was obviously fine when I came here."

As he spoke, he used his sleeve to cover Xiao Heng from falling snow again, and said: "Master Hou, I think let's forget about today, I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it."

A little snow melted on the back of Xiao Heng's hand, and he said helplessly, "Since I have fulfilled my promise, I must keep my promise. Let's go, but did you bring an umbrella?"

The boy said with some embarrassment: "I have brought the belt, but there are only two handles, Lord Hou, look at this..."

The north wind blew, Xie Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said lightly: "Master Hou is right, since he has fulfilled his promise, he will naturally keep his promise. But this snow is really a bit heavy, you hold a handle, and give me one by the way." Handle, I'll hold it up for Master Hou."

Xiao Heng keenly caught a trace of resentment towards himself for not fulfilling his promise from his words. He knew he was wrong, hehe hehe said with a dry smile: "Ah Yuan, don't make trouble."

Xie Yuan ignored him, took a crimson red bone umbrella from the servant boy, shook off the snow flakes on it, and opened it.Then he looked at Xiao Heng who was still standing there stupidly, and pulled him under the umbrella with light force without saying a word.

Xiao Heng was taken aback by him, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had bumped into Xiao Heng's shoulder.

With this accident, Xiao Heng's face and Xie Yuan's face were very close, and the two could even feel each other's warm breath.This distance was a bit too intimate for the two men, and a strange red streak climbed to the ears of the two of them at the same time.

After all, Xie Yuan was still a child who didn't know much about the world, so he didn't dare to move around for a moment, he just grasped the handle of the umbrella unnaturally, and said very stiffly: "Master Hou, there is still a long time to go on this journey, you... I'm closer, if I catch the cold air again, I'll fall ill on the bed again."

Although Xiao Heng has a thick skin, he is still very embarrassed to be looked after by a child so caringly.But he thought about it, and felt that he really didn't want to refute his good intentions. After hesitating for a while, he approached Xie Yuan with a burning face, comforting himself in his heart, he was right, he couldn't be frozen.

Although it was snowing heavily, Qingmen Temple had a long-standing reputation and was filled with incense. There were still many people who came to worship the gods and Buddhas. From time to time, there were voices of people around Xiao Heng and Xie Yuan.But all of this seemed to be separated by an umbrella in Xie Yuan's hand. The two of them walked side by side, walking in unison, but each watched their eyes, nose, nose and heart, in a terrifying silence.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, until Xiao Heng was a little out of breath and couldn't help but soften his body and leaned against Xie Yuan, they saw the three big characters "Qingmen Temple" inscribed on the ancient wooden plaque.

Just as the two were about to lift their feet to walk in, they were suddenly hit by a white mass.Xiao Heng lowered his head curiously, and first saw two glass-red transparent eyes. It turned out to be a rabbit that was knocked over in the snow at this time, and was looking at them with wide eyes.

"Hey, hey, little ancestor. This Qingmen Temple can't blame you, why are you running around again!"

A monk chased him out from the mountain temple, and broke into Xiao Hengtong and Xie Yuan's umbrella in pale yellow cassock.

The monk seemed to have been running in the snow for a long time, and now his whole body was covered with snow, if he moved a little, it would be like catkins fluttering down in spring.

He bent down and hugged the rabbit, then raised his head, clasped his hands together, and said to Xie Yuan and Xiao Heng: "Amitabha, benefactor, I offended you."

Only now did Xiao Heng have time to observe this monk carefully, and saw that he seemed to be very young, with red lips and white teeth, eyes like ink, eyebrows like willow leaves, and fair skin. The golden cicada in the portrait.

In fact, Xiao Heng has never believed in gods and Buddhas, and he can't even figure out how these swindling charlatans got to their current status, but when they enter someone's door, they have to abide by their rules and give them some face.

Thinking of this, he patted the snow on his body that was knocked out by the white rabbit, and said with a fake smile: "It's okay, it's okay."

At this time, the white rabbit became restless again, thumping desperately in the monk's arms, and kept trying to get into the ground, so a lot of mud marks were added to the monk's clothes in an instant.

But the rabbit didn't seem to want to let it go, it kept cooing, and even showed... a somewhat disgusted look on its face.

The monk blushed immediately, his whole body was rosy, and he said incoherently: "The benefactor is laughing, this rabbit... this rabbit has been used by the monks in our temple for a long time, and its temperament is very stubborn. In the past few days I don’t know why it’s always making troubles... I, Buddha, is merciful, how can I enlighten this!"

Although Xiao Heng wanted to say that it is fine to cook and eat, he still endured it and looked at the monk holding it in a hurry, not knowing what to do.