Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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"Forget it, I just don't like those who are unwilling." He withdrew his hand as if he was not interested, and lightly touched Xuanyan's neckline with his fingertips: "The holy monk must be frightened."

The drop of sweat on Xuanyan's forehead finally fell, and he lowered his eyes and remained silent, his expression becoming more and more indifferent.

Seeing his appearance, Xie Zhuo finally couldn't help biting his lips, and left with a smile behind his hands.

"Fun, fun!"

Seeing this scene, the palace people outside the palace didn't even dare to raise their heads.

After a long time, someone carefully looked at the holy monk standing in the hall, only to see that he had already returned to the original place to copy scriptures.

After that night, Xie Zhuo was like a child who suddenly discovered some fun, keen to see various expressions on Xuan Yan's face.

For example, now, he puts the scripture translations of the eminent monks from the Western Regions presented by the Ministry of Rites on the table in front of Xuan Yan: "Do you want to see the holy monk?"

Xuan Yan's eyes lit up slightly the moment he saw those scriptures.

After a pause, he said softly, "Thank you Your Majesty."

Xie Zhuo held down the books the moment he stretched out his hand, but he made Xuan Yan stop with little strength.

The man with some stubble looked at him with some doubts in his eyes, which made Xie Zhuo's smiling eyes brighter and brighter.

"The holy monk thinks that I am looking for these things for you for nothing." Xie Zhuo said with a half-smile, "The things can be given to you, have you figured out what price you will pay?"

Xuanyan's eyes trembled, and his voice was full of doubts: "The poor monk is tied to His Majesty, and His Majesty can take whatever he wants."

Why do these useless things again?

Xuan Yan didn't say the last sentence, but Xie Zhuo already understood it.

He smiled sullenly twice: "Isn't it my pleasure?"

He was willing to take some messy things to mess up the calm monk.

Xuan Yan lowered his eyes: "It's as long as His Majesty is happy."

"Don't change the subject." Xie Zhuo tapped the table with his fingertips: "So is the holy monk willing to agree to my conditions?"

Xuan Yan pursed her lips and said softly: "But according to His Majesty's order."

He likes this scripture very much.

"I heard that there is a hot spring in Xiaoxiang Palace. How about a holy monk serving me for a bath?"

Rao was prepared in his heart, Xie Zhuo's overly presumptuous words still caused a brief blank in Xuan Yan's expression.

However, the young people who have reached the crown have never experienced the tragedy of temple destruction, nor have they seen too much suffering, and they only have Buddha in their hearts.

The only twists and turns in his life seemed to be being taken captive into the palace, but even so, the captive emperor never made it difficult for him.

Now this intrusive request is like a tiger that has been patiently watching its prey has finally stretched out its sharp claws.

The prey was only slightly stunned, then nodded: "Okay."

It's just for bathing. He also bathed the children in the temple before.

Under his blank eyes, Xie Zhuo suddenly felt that his thoughts just now were a little dirty.

He coughed and said lightly, "Just wait."

He couldn't help kneading Xuanyan's ear tips heavily with his fingertips: "Wait for me."

In that voice, there were many emotions that Xuan Yan could not understand.

But it's not very important, as long as His Majesty is happy and doesn't embarrass the brothers and sisters of Xiangguo Temple, there is nothing he can't do.

In the midst of difficulties, the little monk still had a trace of innocence in his heart, not knowing what the tiger beside him was thinking.