The princess pushes her close to a woman

Walking to the small attic step by step, she thought, since the princess is not here, she will come down after fetching the scriptures.

The sound of footsteps stopped at the door, and Shen Qingluo held her breath nervously inside again. She wanted to take medicine, but Mo Li was worried that she would suffer, and worried that Song Ci would feel humiliated and more eccentric towards her, so she gave up.

Looking at the two closed doors in front of her, Song Ci, who has never been confused by foreign objects, hesitated for the first time. Unlike the first time, she already knew this time that this was one of the princess' boudoirs.

And entering a woman's boudoir for a scripture would be unfair to that woman.Even if she knew she was in such a situation, the princess probably did it on purpose.

While hesitating, a gust of wind suddenly blew over. Coincidentally, he opened the door. Song Ci turned his head, and the dark night was as quiet as the sky...

Could it be that God has found a way out of the dilemma for her?

She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, smoothed her cuffs, walked in, and came to the bed with red gauze dancing lightly and tassels swaying. Just as she bent down, a bright wrist like moon and snow suddenly stretched out from inside, and grabbed it. Holding her loose monk robe, she was dragged down on the bed by force of inertia.

Touching those warm and soft red lips, Shen Qingluo's blushing and beautiful face was startled, she had no time to react, and in the blink of an eye Shen Qingluo rolled over and pressed her under her body again, those soft lips and tongue followed closely He bullied himself and came to attack the city to conquer the pool and act recklessly.

Song Ci, who has been a monk since she was eight years old, has never seen any love affairs between men and women, and the random kiss made her at a loss and unable to resist.

Shen Qingluo didn't let him go until Song Ci's face was red and her ears were red and she couldn't breathe. Her own face was also burning with red glow, her heart was so hot that her heart was soft, and her hands were trembling so badly that she couldn't untie the monk's robe even after several attempts.

It was already the beginning of June when Song Ci got out of the ground. Song Ci removed his monk robes and only had a snow-white tunic underneath. Facing the crisis of revealing his identity, he regained some strength in his mind and pushed Shen Qingluo off his body. Go, get up and adjust the monk's robe.

Looking at Shen Qingluo, who was not seen, she felt ashamed and annoyed. She never thought that she had been practicing martial arts for several years, but today she had no power to fight back when she was molested by a woman, and her body was almost taken over by her. This is simply unspeakable.

"There are so many men in the world, why do you insist on humiliating yourself and pestering this poor monk who has long since cut off his ties?" If it wasn't for Song Ci's self-cultivation for so many years, and the fact that he had heard a lot of dirty things while traveling around the world, It is not like this and can maintain calm and persuasion.

"How many times do you want me to say this? Song Ci, I only like you."

Shen Qingluo put on the tulle casually, stepped out of the couch, and closed the door.

"From the fifteenth day to the end of the day, until the death of the father and the death of the emperor, the emperor's brother ascended the throne and sat firmly in the court. I have been waiting for you for four full years."

"In the 32nd year of Chenyi, Ben Gong provoked the anger of his sick and violent father because of repeated resistance to the imperial edict. Don't even think about it."

Shen Qingluo lightly narrated those old events that seemed to be right in front of her eyes. Song Ci only felt that the blood in her body was congealed. She never thought that the eldest princess, who is so high and noble, would love her so deeply.

If she is a man, she is willing to marry her without fear of being insulted by the world for this affection.But she is a woman, so she can only let her down.

"Also ask the princess to choose another husband, a poor monk is not worthy..."

She respectfully kowtowed at Shen Qingluo's feet, which made Shen Qingluo feel that when her father, who had always loved her, personally ordered her to be executed, she didn't feel such a dull pain in her heart...

She looked at Song Ci quietly, her eyes were full of sadness, and finally she bent down to help him, her voice could not hide the bitterness: "Song Ci, don't hurt Ben Gong's heart anymore... Ben Gong said you are worthy, Anyone in the world who dares to say that he is not worthy will be dragged out and chopped up."

"The poor monk said that Song Ci is not worthy..." Song Ci wanted to tell the secret of her daughter for a moment, but the confession of her parents before their death was like a shackle sealed in her body, and she couldn't tell.

"It's so good to be a monk? Then why do so many men like to linger in the flowers and don't want to leave?" Shen Qingluo said angrily.

"Human nature is inherently evil, so it is necessary to use acquired ethics to educate. As a monk, abstain from the emotions and six desires, and devote one's heart to goodness can obtain great peace and happiness. The pleasures of the mundane world are naturally incomparable."

Song Ci has been a monk for more than ten years, and the benefits of being a monk are naturally easy to come by.

Although she doesn't know what great peace is, Shen Qingluo also doesn't like men abandoning their wives and sons to wander around Liuxiang Flower Street, but if she agrees that being a monk is good, how can she persuade Song Ci to return to vulgarity?

Shen Qingluo thought of his little thoughts, and said tactfully: "Maybe it's because you have never seen it before and don't understand the beauty, why don't you try it on Ben Gong?"

With Song Ci's behavior, if she wants her, he will be responsible for her.If she continues to say that there is no difference between men and women, she will have his head beheaded without the emperor's order, and then send someone to seal up the Ci'en Temple.

"The princess is joking, and the poor monk is not interested." Song Ci looked dull, the dignified princess acted absurdly, and she didn't know the importance of her words. Do you want the woman's name?

He was such a living person who didn't want to, and Shen Qingluo couldn't force him, rubbed his temples, walked towards the bed, and said in a tired voice: "Get up, I won't make things difficult for you anymore."

"The poor monk is going out first, princess... Take care." From now on, she will never step into this cold city again...

Song Ci thought the princess had given up on her, but was stopped when he got up, "Wait a minute, don't you value scriptures more than me? Here you are, I don't care."

Not a while after she went to bed, her slender hands brushed the bed gauze, half of her body leaned out from the inside, the loose red silk inner garment became more and more gorgeous, reflecting her pale jade skin, her frowns and smiles were like a seductive fairy, and she waved to Song Ci .

"The scriptures are here, just give them to your nephew tomorrow and let him take them back. As for you...you can stay with me for one night," Shen Qingluo pointed to his bed, and Song Ci closed his eyes unexpectedly .

She paused and said: "Or stay in the mansion until the day you are willing to be a son-in-law."

As long as Song Ci can't return to Ci'en Temple, the imperial decree should not be considered invalid, right?

Shen Qingluo got up and got off the bed, walked out barefoot, called Mo He at the door, and a woman in green clothes appeared in front of her soon.

"Mo He, from now on, the guard in the mansion will be strengthened. Without this princess' order, no one is allowed to let Master Jingchen go out. Tomorrow, only the young monk who came with him will be allowed."

Mo He took the order to leave, Shen Qingluo turned her head, looked deeply at Song Ci who was silent with drooping eyes, turned and left, bitterness filled her heart...

After she left, Song Ci bent down and picked up the scriptures on the ground, put them in his arms and wiped them carefully with his sleeves, as if he was back under the ancient trees in the temple again, she was as calm as water, focused on her practice and was not distracted by outside things harassing monk.

No one knew that the scriptures picked up from the ground were clean, but her heart seemed unable to calm down, so she could only wipe and smooth them over and over again.

Shen Qingluo is probably a stumbling block on her path of cultivation...

She didn't put the scriptures into her arms until she felt clean. When she went out, the yard was still quiet, and she found a place to meditate at random.

At dawn, she found Minghui and handed the scriptures to him, but she didn't tell Minghui that the eldest princess wanted to imprison her all the time, only that the eldest princess didn't want her to go.

As long as Minghui leaves first, the Princess Mansion will not be able to trap her. After she returns to the temple to explain to the abbot about Yunyou, she will leave Liangdu and never enter again.

"Uncle, can Minghui wait for you at the intersection? I don't know the way, and I dare not walk alone on the mountain road." Minghui whispered, he has been to the city several times, but he still doesn't remember the way out of the city...

Since the abbot asked her to bring Ming Hui with her, it would be wrong for her to leave Ming Hui alone, Song Ci nodded and warned, "Be careful."

Coming out of Minghui's room, Mo Lan, another servant girl next to the princess, took her to choose a place to live. The princess had specifically explained that as long as Master Jingchen liked the courtyard, even her own bedroom would be vacated.

Song Ci had no intention of being here, so he casually pointed to the small quiet courtyard last night to meditate and rest, and the servant retreated with great discernment.

After closing the door of the small courtyard, she walked around the courtyard for a stick of incense, figured out the location of the hidden guards, and sneaked out to find Minghuihui.

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