Fu Tang

When the monk walked over, the fresh air on his body seemed to be mixed with a hint of sandalwood, which made people forget the world.

The hall was really much quieter for a while, almost everyone's eyes were attracted by this monk, and none of those amazed or lewd eyes affected this monk at all, he walked over so steadily, even if he was only wearing a middle coat Not a trace of anxiety or embarrassment.

Li Congjia was first surprised by the young man's beauty, and then surprised by his identity.

These days, if it weren't for monks, no one would shave their hair. After all, the body, hair and skin are the parents.

The dignified appearance of this monk's treasure looks out of place at this time and this place.

The beautiful monk had a calm expression, as if he was in the main hall of a Buddhist temple, turning a blind eye to the unsightly scene around him. After walking over, he put his hands together and bowed slightly to Li Congjia, then stood there, watching him quietly.

Li Jingsui saw Li Congjia's eyes fixed on him, thought he had found his weakness, and said with a smile, "How about this?"

Only then did Li Congjia realize that this monk is... the same kind of person as those little ladies and gentlemen before him?

Li Congjia glanced at the beautiful monk in disbelief, and asked, "What does it mean that the emperor brought a fake monk here?"

Li Jingsui laughed: "It's absurd, it's not a fake monk, this son is proficient in Buddhist principles, he grew up in a Buddhist temple since he was a child, and he is as good as an eminent monk."

After hearing this, Li Congjia found it even more unbelievable. Such a monk is a treasure in Buddhist temples, believers and teachers. You brought him here...to do this kind of thing?

Li Congjia's face became even more serious: "Aren't you afraid that the emperor will blame the Buddha for blaspheming the Buddha?"

Li Jing then shook his head: "There are other people who blaspheme the Buddha. Since Liu Lang is a good Buddha, wouldn't it be beautiful to have such a beautiful woman to accompany him day and night, discussing the principles of Buddhism and sharing bliss?"

I'm going to you MD big watermelon!

Li Congjia's nose was almost crooked by anger, good scriptures are read crookedly by this kind of people, Li Congjia wanted to make a fuss about his liking for Buddhism, if he slept with this monk tonight, he would have [-] mouths tomorrow I can't tell.

Li Jingsui looked at Li Congjia's face with a blush, and said with a smile, "Don't be shy, Liu Lang, why don't you come over?"

Li Jingsui said the last sentence to the beautiful monk, and the monk walked towards Li Congjia with half-cast eyes.

Li Congjia wanted to stand up, but found that he had no strength.

When they realize this, all fools know that something is wrong!

Li Congjia looked at Li Jingsui with some annoyance, Li Jingsui seemed to know what he was thinking, waved his hand and said, "Don't panic, Liu Lang, I just let this son wear some things to add to the fun."

Li Congjia suddenly realized that it should be the sandalwood on the monk's body. He said that if it was an ordinary sandalwood spice, how could it spread so far!

Knowing that, I hated him even more. Li Congjia's breath gradually became heavier. Since he passed through, he was busy integrating memories, coordinating conflicts with Zhou Ehuang, busy thinking about how to save his life, and busy collecting historical materials. He didn't do such things at all. Mood.

It's just that the longer it is suppressed, the more fierce it will be when it is awakened.

For a moment, he felt that even his eyes were bloodshot and hot, so he had to close his eyes and try to suppress the urge, and was about to leave here. As for the debt with Li Jingsui, we will settle it later!

When Li Congjia closed his eyes, he felt the belt being untied, and he couldn't help being startled. When he opened his eyes, he saw the monk kneeling in front of him just now, stretching out his hand to untie his belt.

Li Congjia held his hand and stared at him intently. Except for some doubts in his eyes, the beautiful monk remained calm, as if he didn't notice anything wrong with what he did.

Li Congjia felt that he was going crazy, and he had no idea what Li Jingsui was trying to do with such a thing.

However, he could only stop the monk for a while. He felt as if he had split into two people. When he was surrounded by soft mouths, one was indulging in pleasure, while the other remained rational, quietly watching this absurd scene.

In the end, Li Congjia pushed the monk away when he came back rationally, splashing his bodily fluids all over his face.

After Li Congjia came back to his senses from the time of the sage, he found that another round of climax had already set off in the hall. If there was some implicit meaning before, now he has completely let go.

At this time, he only felt that his heart was full of anger, but he still wanted to suppress it.

Li Congjia looked down at the monk sitting there quietly, like a wood carving, and sighed in his heart, took out the silk scarf and pinched the monk's chin to wipe off the dirt on his face.

After wiping it clean, the fire was almost suppressed by him, and he said softly to the monk, "Get up."

The monk clasped his hands together, recited a Buddhist name in a low voice, and then stood beside Li Congjia.

After Li Congjia tidied up his clothes, he handed the monk a glass of water to rinse his mouth, while he walked towards Li Jingsui.

At this time, although Li Jingsui was also hugging a beautiful girl, his eyes were clear, and he didn't seem to know each other, and he was sunk in carnal desire.

Li Congjia walked over and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Huang's kind hospitality, Chongguang is very grateful, but... there is another kind request, Uncle Wanwang agrees."

The expression on Li Jingsui's face seemed to indicate that he was sure of winning, and he asked gently: "What worries does Liu Lang have with the emperor's uncle? Just say it!"

Li Congjia adjusted his expression to a slightly embarrassing one, Qi Qi Ai Ai said: "It's...it's nothing, I just want to ask the emperor to give up his love."

As he spoke, he glanced at the beautiful monk standing there watching his heart.

Li Jingsui smiled even better: "If you like it, just take it away."

Li Congjia's eyes lit up, and he saluted and said, "Thank you, Uncle Emperor." After a pause, he said nonchalantly, "Can that little lady..."

Li Jingsui waved his hand and said, "It's just a maid, if Liu Lang likes it, he can take it away."

Li Congjia smiled shyly: "So, it's late at night and Ehuang is still waiting for me, so my nephew will leave first."

This time Li Jingsui happily agreed to Li Congjia's request, and even personally sent Li Congjia out of the mansion.

Not only that, even the beautiful monk has an extra robe, no matter how you look at it, you can't tell that this man has done such a humiliating thing.

Li Congjia took the monk and the little girl into the carriage. After entering, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Even now, if he still can't see that Li Jingsui has something in mind, he should stop messing around in this era!

It's just that he still can't guess what Li Jingsui wants to do.

Li Congjia gave up thinking about this question, and looked up at the two people he brought into the car. The little girl lowered her head and couldn't see the expression on her face, but judging from her hand tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, this time Sometimes the heart must not be at peace.

As for that beautiful monk... he still looked calm and breezy.

Li Congjia lazily leaned on his soft back and asked, "What's your name? Tell me your name."

The little girl replied with a trembling voice: "Return to Your Highness, my slave name is Birui."

The beautiful monk clasped his hands together and said: "The monk has been expelled from the door wall, and it is inconvenient to use the old dharma name again. Please give me a name from Your Highness."

Li Congjia sneered: "Give a name? If I give it to you, what's your original name?"

The monk was stunned for a moment and remained silent. Li Congjia came up to him and looked at him fixedly: "I think it's pretty good, what do you think?"

The beautiful monk lowered his eyes and said: "The poor monk's name is Shi Xueting."

Li Congjia frowned after hearing this: "Shi? Songshan Shaolin Temple?"