Que'er's heart immediately aroused great pride. Even when Zhen Shan asked it to hit the wall, it did so.

"Yes, my dear, you are right. If you have anything to do in the future, just ask Que'er. Que'er will definitely protect and help you."

"You are really a worthy son of this palace," Zhen Shan arched his eyebrows and praised without hesitation.

The thumb boy covered his red little face, and the queen praised him, she is so beautiful!

"Okay, you've been working hard recently, so go back to Consciousness Sea and rest first."

"Okay, if your Majesty needs anything, just call Que'er."

"Um."

After the thumb boy disappeared, Zhen Shanyuan's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a sly smile flashed across her beautiful eyes.

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The next day, Zhen Shan got up very early, and Que'er hadn't woken up yet.

The empress chose a light-colored double-breasted skirt, covered with a light gauze, and her soft black hair was still only lightly held up by a hosta.

Light color, extremely soft, extremely beautiful, extremely compassionate.

From clothing to makeup, to expressions and temperament, every time, she will use different colors to face her goals, surprising them again and again, just like drinking a cup of century-old wine, with endless aftertaste and can't stop.

I can only immerse myself in the tenderness she weaves and cannot extricate myself.

Zhen Shan gently opened the Zen door and walked out silently.

In the autumn morning, the cool breeze blows.

Wuchen carried the bamboo basket and headed towards the back mountain gate.

When passing by the lotus pond in the backyard, the elegant and thin figure caught my eye, and I stopped in my tracks.

The withered and desolate lotus leaves make her figure extremely slender and weak, like a flower blooming at an age, but it seems that it has been drained of life, like this pond full of withered lotus leaves.

The cool breeze blew up her thin clothes, and her thin figure seemed to be crumbling.

Suddenly, she took a slight step forward, ready to jump into the lotus pond and bury her years in this life.

"No!"

Wuchen was startled, and passed by, grabbing the woman's slender wrist, worried that the female donor had done something stupid.

Zhen Shan's steps were unsteady, he exclaimed, and threw himself into the gentle embrace of sandalwood.

It was the first time he was so close to someone, and it was a female donor. Master Wuchen, who was ascetic as he was, looked slightly stiff, but he was just slightly out of habit and had no thoughts.

After Zhen Shan stood firm, Wuchen let go of his hand, took a step back, and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, I have offended the donor Zhen."

The empress glanced at the crystal heart without any fluctuations on the scroll of becoming a god, then looked at the young monk in front of her who looked calm and innocent, and her eyebrows twitched slightly.

If the empress had not been prepared in advance, she would have been severely hit.

Before and after death, no matter who it was, as long as she was interested, let alone hugging her, he would be fascinated by her just by seeing her.

The little monk was definitely the first one to face her so calmly.

The empress smiled very tenderly and charmingly in her heart, little monk, you are so good!

On the face, the delicate and beautiful little face just had a faint blush of embarrassment, and then smiled naturally, and asked with some surprise: "Why is Master Wuchen here?"

"The poor monk was planning to go to the back mountain to collect some medicinal herbs." Wuchen was silent and said gently and compassionately: "Almsgiver Zhen, life is hard-won, please cherish it."

Zhen Shan seemed stunned for a moment, then covered her lips with a smile, swept away the sick look between her brows, and looked at Shen Fei, "Master Wuchen, could it be that he thought the little girl was going to commit suicide?"
Chapter completed!