[Journey to the West] The poor monk is a fake monk

In the bedroom, the veil was fluttering, the candles were flickering, and the purple fragrance was like a dream of vines, blatantly clinging to the bodies of the two.

The king, who had just finished bathing, had black hair scattered behind him, and he was only wrapped in a purple robe, as if the beautiful fragrance had become a spirit.

"Brother Yu..." He murmured, and rushed towards Chen Tangtang.

As if oiling the soles of his feet, Chen Tangtang swayed away from his embrace.

He smiled "chichi" at her, as if he drank a lot of wine before coming in, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were watery and bright.

"Amitabha."

"Brother, what sutra did you recite during the wedding night?"

"Please benefactor, don't touch your hands." Chen Tangtang couldn't help but retreat, and persuaded him in a gentle voice.

He blinked blankly, clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "Oh, I see, my brother won't let me do anything, is it because he wants me to use my tongue to help my brother take off his clothes?"

He bit his cuff, blushed, and blamed with a smile: "You good or bad brother."

A living little monster.

Chen Tangtang retreated behind a big vase, and said in his mouth: "Chirp, you should be sober, you and I are not married yet, so you must not do this?"

"What does it matter if you get married or not? I just want to do happy things with Brother Yu."

As he spoke, he rushed towards her like a happy butterfly.

Chen Tangtang pushed the big vase into his arms, and quickly hid behind the bed curtain.

The king's eyes were dimmed from drinking. He held the big vase thinking it was Chen Tangtang, so he kissed the vase several times.

He kissed and said: "Hey? Brother Yu's lips are so cold? They seem to be hard... Huh? Where is Brother Yu's clothes?"

He shook his head, managed to see clearly, only to realize that what he had been hugging was actually a big vase.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he raised his voice and asked, "Husband? Your Majesty? Brother Yu?"

He stabilized the vase, turned his head and looked around the room, and found Chen Tangtang hiding behind the bed curtain.

He smiled softly and said in a low voice, "So you're already waiting for me inside the bed curtain."

As he spoke, he threw himself at the bed curtain again.

Chen Tangtang retreated and escaped his attack.

He tugged on the bed curtain and almost fell over. He also tore off the bright red bed curtain and covered him.

Chen Tangtang said helplessly, "How much wine did you drink?"

He measured it with his fingers: "It's not much, just one...two bottles...huh? Three or four bottles?"

Chen Tangtang shook his head: "What are you drinking so much for?"

He pinched the bed curtain on his body and said in a low voice: "Because I'm afraid too, I'm afraid Brother Yu won't like me, I've tried my best to look the most pleasing, but Brother Yu's expression is still the same endure."

The poor monk didn't see anything likable about you.

After Chen Tangtang slowly moved to the side shelf, he found that there were many books on it, most of which were related to "Women's Advice".

She pinched the bridge of her nose.

The poor monk finally understands why the you in front of him are different from the you he knew before, and this is what a qualified wife in your eyes looks like.

Next to these admonitions were some beautifully sealed books. She flipped through them casually, and immediately blushed.

He actually collected so many!

Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form... no, she couldn't face what he said in the car now.

Not to mention being gentle, she has no way to get out of her body right now.

He threw himself in front of the Bogu shelf again, and Chen Tangtang could only play around with him all over the bedroom.

Finally, he finally broke out and grabbed her sleeve.

"Brother, brother, brother!" With bright eyes, like a cute puppy, he kept calling her name.

He pressed her on the bed, while he knelt on the footrest, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his face against her thigh.

"elder brother……"

"Please don't call the poor monk that. If this continues, the poor monk will really think that the gender is wrong."

Chen Tangtang stretched out his right hand, pressed on the top of his head and stroked it gently, and said softly: "I really don't like your current appearance very much."

He lay on her lap and suddenly stopped talking.

It was terribly quiet in the bedroom.

Chen Tangtang thought that what he said hurt him, so he hesitated and said: "Well... Did the poor monk's words hurt you?"

After a while, he slowly raised his head.

Under the wet bangs were a pair of gentle and intoxicating eyes. He looked at her persistently and shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry," he raised the corner of his mouth, "I was wrong."

"I thought you would like me like that, I just want to please my husband."

Chen Tangtang looked at his smiling face and said confusedly: "The poor monk doesn't know, are you sad now?"

His smile became softer: "How can I be sad when I can be with you? I'm smiling."

Chen Tangtang stretched out his fingers and touched his eyelashes lightly: "Then why do your eyes seem to be crying."

She who is ignorant of the world and unconsciously seductive is too much.

"Stop saying things like that."

"Oh, sorry." Chen Tangtang immediately withdrew his hand.

But he hurriedly said: "No, I don't want you to withdraw your hand, I mean... yes..."

His voice lowered, and he muttered to himself: "You are so gentle that I won't be able to let go."

Chen Tangtang looked at him suspiciously, thought for a while, and said seriously: "Although the poor monk didn't understand what you just said, it's better for you to be yourself, Chirp."

"You are your king, you don't need to change for anyone."

He stared at her blankly, and suddenly smiled: "My silly gentleman, you don't know...you don't know anything..."

What he said became more and more strange.

Chen Tangtang was at a loss.

He said slowly: "Let me tell you a story...I'm afraid I'm the only one who tells stories on the wedding night in the bridal chamber."

He laughed at himself and continued: "A long time ago, there was a king who had been having a dream. In the dream, a monk passed by his country, saying that he was going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. The genders are opposite, she is a treasure bestowed by heaven, the king fell in love with her at first sight, and she also fell in love with the king. , a monster with dark blue eyes and light blue eyes broke into the palace and questioned the monk—why did you change your mind? Why did you abandon him?"

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Why does the poor monk feel that your story has such a strong sense of sight?

"The monk said that he is so heartless, don't love her if you have the ability... This sounds very annoying, doesn't it? But the way the monk said this is also very charming. The king was fascinated and wanted to raise the whole country. The power to fight against this monster, although after all, the monster has powerful mana, and mortals are no match at all, but relying on the crowd tactics, the king still seriously injured the monster."

Seeing him stop, Chen Tangtang asked curiously: "The result?"

He stared into her heartless eyes, and asked with a smile, "What do you think of the result?"

"Since the monk is going to learn the scriptures, why not continue to learn the scriptures? You see, love caused wars. The king lost his troops and people because of love, and the monsters damaged their bodies because of love. Why should they be obsessed with love? Just send the monk to continue. Wouldn’t it be good to learn scriptures?”

Chen Tangtang said innocently: "Then what? The result?"

The king showed bitterness, and after a long time, there was still an extremely gentle smile: "In the end...the monster swallowed the heartless monk one by one, leaving only one head. The king killed the monster and wanted to snatch the head, but, But he was struck to death by a bolt of lightning from the sky, and had to re-enter reincarnation."

Chen Tangtang said solemnly: "Sure enough, love is a calamity, a disaster, it's better to stay away."

"Calamity? Disaster?" He shook his head, "You still don't know anything."

The two were talking and talking stories, and somehow they lay side by side on the bed.

He clasped her hand and put it on his chest, with a deep and moving voice: "If love is a disaster and a disaster, it is also the most beautiful disaster and the most touching disaster in the whole world, because when you touch love, you It’s like seeing the most colorful colors, eating the most delicious food, and smelling the most fragrant flowers. From then on, your life has a different meaning, and every day and every moment will have new expectations.”

"Crying inexplicably, laughing inexplicably, heartbeat speeding up inexplicably, fascinated inexplicably... that is the most wonderful experience in life."

He looked sideways at her.

Chen Tangtang blinked and apologized, "I'm sorry, the poor monk doesn't seem to be able to feel what you said."

"I see, you go to sleep." He kissed her fingertips.

"Don't worry, since I know what you hate, I won't do it. I just want to get closer to you."

Chen Tangtang felt that it was better not to believe him, but he still closed his eyes.

He gave a low laugh.

She had warned herself not to sleep, not to sleep, but somehow she fell asleep.

In her sleep, it seemed that someone kept calling her in her ear: "Master, Master!"

But she was immersed in a sweet sleep and didn't bother to react.

The next day, when Chen Tangtang opened his eyes, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The quilt seemed to be getting smaller...and, there seemed to be something in the quilt.

She opened her eyes in a jerk, and saw a pink and tender piglet in her arms, the piglet was sleeping soundly, and a little monkey was squatting on her pillow, the golden snub-nosed monkey was closing its doors Eyes, she turned around, and saw a little silver dragon lying on her bed with sprawled sprawl.

What are these!Could it be...

Wait, where is His Majesty the King?

The author has something to say: Tang Tang: If you are so scumbag, you are not a poor monk!