Fenghua put away the folding fan in his hand, "lead the way forward."

"Your Majesty, please follow the little monk." The little shaman clasped his hands together and turned around gently.

Xiang Ni wanted to keep up, but the empress stopped her pace with one word.

"Xiang Ni, you are waiting here, I will go in alone."

The female official in green subconsciously paused slightly. After a daze, the girl in purple had already walked away with the little novice monk, leaving only her with a gorgeous back.

In the Zen room, it seems that the air is surrounded by a faint sandalwood, quiet and far-reaching.

The slender figure sitting on the cushion was wearing a white monk's robe, her eyes were slightly closed, and her slender and thick black eye feathers drooped, and two fan-shaped shadows fell under her eyelids.

The skin is fair and delicate as jade, the lips are as beautiful as peach blossoms, and there is a little bit of cinnabar between the eyebrows and eyes.

The whole person seemed to be shrouded in light and holiness, like a jade Buddha sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform quietly smiling, which made people unable to feel a trace of blasphemy.

The fireworks of the world and the destruction of love seem to be inappropriate to this person - that is a defilement of the Buddha.

Fenghua's eyebrows jumped faintly, holding the thin white and slender fingers of the ink painting folding fan, the red sandalwood fan bones were tightened slightly, and the even and delicate joints showed a bit of blue and white color.

This looks really...it's a bit hard to deal with.

The little shaman spoke softly and said, "Master Fanyin, Your Majesty is here."

Then, Fenghua saw the man open his eyes—

What kind of eyes are that?

The stars in my eyes seemed to hide my tenderness and compassion for all the people in the world, but the deepest part was that... indifferent and ruthless.

There is love in the world, but also the heartless in the world.

It seems that heaven and hell are only in his thoughts.

The young holy monk wearing a white monk's robe, holding the round and smooth sandalwood Buddhist beads with his slender and jade-like hands, and his gentle and compassionate eyes were dyed with a hint of indifferent black eyes. He looked at the noble girl with long ink hair and purple clothes, and his peach-colored lips opened lightly and said lightly: "——Your Majesty."

The words "light" are like people who become holy from the depths of their souls.

Fenghua waved his hand and signaled the little novice monk to retreat, while he walked closer.

The little shaman looked at Fanyin, saw the latter nodding slightly, and then turned around and went out.

The door is closed.

The girl in purple sat down on the futon - without the noble airs of the current empress of Hongxiuguo.

Sitting closer, a faint scent of holy lotus lingers faintly at Fenghua's nose.

This person actually has such an excellent character and aura...

The monk in white clothes held the sandalwood Buddhist beads slowly with long fingers - the Buddhist beads looked smooth and round, and they were held in the hands for many years and picked up the Buddha, dyed with a trace of spiritual energy.

The monk has excellent concentration and excellent patience.

Fan Yin slowly picked up the Buddhist beads and waited for Fenghua to speak, saying, "What's wrong with Your Majesty? You might as well say it."

I have fallen in love with the Holy Monk and think the Holy Monk is very good. I plan to get sleepy with you.

——Of course, I can’t say that.

In this female emperor who advocates and believes in Buddhism, even if "Baili Hongzhuang" is the empress, as long as she dares to tease the holy monk so blatantly, what awaits her will definitely be the despises of the people of Hongxiu Country.

So Fenghua asked him slowly and deliberately, "Saint Monk, what incense do you usually use for your clothes?"

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Chapter completed!