The princess pushes her close to a woman

Song Ci is not deeply involved in the world, and I felt at a loss when I first heard this remark.

Afterwards, she was helpless, if she was really a boy, she could marry her, after all, when she was young and ignorant, she really liked her.

But now that she has reached the age of twenty, she understands what she should understand. How can she marry a fake Phoenix's daughter?

"The poor monk is a monk, and he only has the eyes of the benefactor, and there is no distinction between men and women."

Shen Qingluo also knew that what she did today was a bit absurd, almost none of the people in the courtyard were pushed back by her, Song Ci easily broke out, and went back to the Temple of Mercy overnight.

This also made Song Ci clearly realize that the princess's heart was very stubborn, so she only dared to look at the injury from a distance, and if it was serious, she would inform the master in charge of the temple, and if there was nothing wrong, she would persuade her to go down the mountain earlier.

Now it seems that I can pretend to be pitiful, but I think it's okay...

"Song Ci, since you came out, it means that you have my palace in your heart. Why don't you admit it? As long as you return to the secular world, this palace will immediately ask the emperor for an order to recruit you as a son-in-law."

Shen Qingluo wiped away her tears, but didn't get up, she seemed to have twisted her foot, but seeing Song Ci's appearance that she was afraid that she would rely on her, she didn't want him to know.

"The poor monk is a monk, and he pays attention to compassion. If someone falls down today, the poor monk will come out." Song Ci raised his eyes, and the indifference in his eyes swept across her body, and finally fell on Mo Li.

"Almsgiver, if you have nothing to do, then leave with your master. The mountain road is difficult, so it's better to go down the mountain as soon as possible." After Song Ci finished speaking, he didn't say any more.

Mo Li wanted to say something nice for the princess, but she didn't dare to say more when she met her indifferent eyes, as majestic and solemn as an Arhat in the Daxiong Palace.

Looking at Song Ci like a wooden pile, Shen Qingluo felt sore and annoyed in his heart, and said in a choked voice: "Can't you take a break and go? If Master Jingchen thinks that this palace is an eyesore, just go back to your temple."

"Amitabha, the benefactor misunderstood the poor monk, and the poor monk said goodbye."

After Song Ci saluted her, he walked around her and walked along the temple wall towards the mountain gate.

This temple has a long history, and every flower and grass has spirituality. Even the red wall has been soaked in incense. She stepped on it once when she came out, and she would never dare to step on it again when she went back. punished.

Seeing Song Ci go away, Mo Li was anxious, and called the princess, with a hint of crying in her voice, but she didn't dare to say anything more.

Shen Qingluo tried to stand up with her support, only took two steps, cold sweat already wet the hair on her forehead, Mo Li felt her body trembling, looked at the fine sweat on her forehead again, but tears I couldn't hold back anymore, "Princess, are you injured? I'm sorry, servant..."

"Stop, don't talk nonsense, call Song Ci over here, and remember not to call him a son-in-law in front of him."

If it's called Song Ci, even if he doesn't want to send him down the mountain, he will take care of himself more or less when he arranges him to live in the temple...

Shen Qingluo pushed her away, leaned against the wall by himself, took a breath and saw that Mo Li was still in a daze, and suddenly became out of breath, "Go quickly."

Song Ci was angry with her, and the stupid servant was angry with her, and she was so angry that she wanted to cry again.

But no matter how angry Song Ci was with her, she still liked him very much.

She will never forget Song Ci, who would go to the dog hole to accompany her, take care of her, tease and bully her every day when she was implicated by her mother and concubine and sent to the cold palace, and everyone avoided her for fear of angering her father. Her court lady...

Hearing her complain that there are sneaky shadows wandering around at night, he will secretly hide in the cold palace and spend night after night with her.

Although she hadn't seen each other for decades, her love for him only increased over the years...

Whenever she only reads the words Song Ci, a ray of light will shine into her heart. She is not greedy, these are enough for her joy and warmth, and can last until the day she makes Song Ci fall in love with her.

……

The princess sprained her ankle?

Hearing what the girl in front of him said, Song Ci had some doubts that the princess had tricked her, but she hesitated for a while and decided to look back and see the situation, and just come back if nothing happened.

Walking the bumpy road again, Mo Li was a little anxious seeing his unhurried appearance, and urged: "Master Jingchen, can you please hurry up? The princess has a serious ankle sprain and needs to go down the mountain as soon as possible." Seek medical attention."

Song Ci glanced back at her, then at the princess leaning against the wall in the distance, nodded and said, "The poor monk knows."

Speeding up her pace and arriving in front of Shen Qingluo, the moment she squatted down, she had the leisure to think that there was a monk carrying a woman across the river, and today she carried the princess down the mountain, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Although Song Ci was a woman, she practiced martial arts all the year round. Even though she carried Shen Qingluo on her back, her steps were extremely steady. Walking on this artificially carved staircase was like walking on flat ground.Moli cautiously followed behind them and rushed down the mountain.

When twilight approached, Shen Qingluo caught a glimpse of the candlelight at the foot of the mountain, and became more courageous, hugged his neck tightly, and whispered: "Song Ci, what's so good about being a monk? You can return to vulgarity, and this palace will continue the Song family for you." The incense, the children born will definitely let the emperor confer titles on them, and they will shine brightly in the family, and no one will dare to say that they are criminals."

It's been 12 years, and her enemy is dead. Song Ci is more open-minded than anyone else now. She just wants to live up to her parents' last entrustment.

It's just... what Shen Qingluo said, is he really not afraid that the former emperor would lift the coffin and run out of the imperial mausoleum to educate his unfilial daughter?

Not seeing him retorting, nor seeing him throwing herself down, Shen Qingluo was delighted in her heart, and leaned into his ear and exhaled like blue: "Song Ci, I like you..."

Song Ci only felt that when the princess spoke, she might have choked her throat hard again, and she was a little out of breath.

"The poor monk is a monk, please don't forget the donor."

The voice is always as cold as the dingdong of spring water, the sound of lingling echoing in the valley.

It's just that Shen Qingluo seemed to be alienated by her again after being demoted from princess to benefactor.

People holding torches greeted them, Shen Qingluo didn't intend to go down, but ordered someone to invite the imperial physician to enter the mansion, the leader was a woman in Tsing Yi, after paying a salute, she hurriedly ordered people to go back, but was stopped by Shen Qingluo again "Mo He, if the emperor asks, just say that I accidentally twisted my foot when I went to the Plum Garden at night."

"Mohe obeys"

After the person left, Shen Qingluo rubbed his back with a cat-like face, very reluctant. This was the closest contact she had with Song Ci over the years: "Song Ci, you can go back with me Is it? It's already getting late, I don't trust you to take that mountain road."

"The benefactor doesn't have to worry, the poor monk is very familiar with the route." Song Ci glanced at the queue and walked towards the only carriage.

Mo Li got into the carriage first, and she sent Shen Qingluo to the carriage with her. When she turned around, Shen Qingluo held her monk's robe, the flames were swaying in the wind, she looked back and saw that the princess's face was suddenly reflected by the torch. Bright and dark...

"Song Ci, I sent someone to take you back, do you...do you have anything to say to me?" Looking at Song Ci, Shen Qingluo's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Although her wishes were not responded to, she still greedily wanted a word of care.

Song Ci raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were calm and ripples did not rise, he put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, thank you benefactor."

With lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, she looked like a heartless and desireless Buddha. Shen Qingluo watched the slender and thin back go away, she stretched out her hand, and couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

When Song Ci returned, she had already planned to stay outside the mountain gate overnight, but she didn't want the torch to be lit at the side door. She thanked the guards who sent her off, and then went to the torch.

"Jing Chen, Master Qing Ning asked you to go to him to receive the punishment, let's go." Chen Yuan's face appeared in sight, dim and unclear.

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