Chapter 455 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (11)

But although the fox didn't understand love, he also noticed the maid's hidden thoughts. Even though he only had a slight understanding of such thoughts, he still hated them.

He felt that this maid would stain his dust.

So he had to keep this maid away from Jingchen.

After the maid left, Jingchen looked at him indifferently, turned around and walked inside without saying anything.

Ke Changqing naturally knew that Jingchen was unhappy, so he could only lower his head and follow behind with grievances like a small tail.

"Pure Dust, please don't ignore me..."

"Pure dust and dust..."

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Recently, the sky has always been gray. After several days of spring rain, it has gradually become warmer, and the wind is not as cold as before.

Even if the windows are open all day long, the indoor room will not be very cold, and the wind is filled with the fresh and fragrant smell of plants and trees.

The crabapple tree in the yard was blooming in a few pieces, and the pink and white tender petals trembled and spit out a trace of yellow stamens. Yue Ying spent less time in the room and often sat on the stone bench under the tree for several hours.

Maybe my sleep quality was good these days, and Yue Ying was in a good mood, not as good as before.

The servants and maids who serve him around him no longer need to be worried every day.

Yue Ying's eyes were covered with white gauze. He tilted his head slightly and his index finger gently tapped the stone table.

After a while, he pretended to be careless, "Where is that monk?"

The closest servant stepped forward and bent over, "Master Jingchen will only come to the young master at night, and Master Jingchen will usually stay in the west wing during the day."

Yue Ying was a little surprised, "Are you not bored if you stay in the wing room?"

The servant paused for a moment, unable to figure out what Yue Ying meant. He didn't know whether Yue Ying's words were good or bad, just because Yue Ying's gloomy and violent side was so impressive. Even though Yue Ying has been cold and cold until now, it began to make people feel a little scared.

Thinking about it, Yue Ying showed impatience, "Is this question difficult to answer?"

"No, no," the servant quickly denied it. He smiled reluctantly, "Master Jingchen likes to stay quietly. The servant thinks that the master stays like this in the temple, so he may not feel bored."

The servant chose to tell the truth. After all, Master Jingchen is also Yue Ying's life-saving benefactor, so it would not be too much to say...

The boy drooped his hair casually, hugged his clothes lightly, holding the missing Buddhist beads that he found in one hand, playing with it with him, and supporting his chin with the other hand, smirking at his mouth, as if he was thinking about something interesting.

He seemed to ask casually, "Do you really think that monk is not bored? How can a person have no emotions and desires? After staying in the mountains for a long time, even a monk will not be as cold as she is to the outside world."

What else does the servant who was bent over tightly? It was just an excuse for the young man. He wanted to play with this monk.

So the servant agreed with the young man's words, "What the young master said is, the young master said is that it is a slave who is stupid and should be beaten."

After saying that, he raised his hand and palmed his mouth without any mercy. He heard that he was very strong when he heard it.

Yue Ying made a slight move to raise his hand, and the servant immediately put down his hand. There was a circle of red marks beside his lips. He lowered his head, waiting for the boy's order.

The boy's impatient and slightly irritable voice came from his ears, "Why are you still standing here stupidly? Why don't you invite the master?"

"Yes, yes, yes, slaughter will go now."

It took about an incense stick before the monk came.

Wen Xien heard lyrical songs from afar.

The sensational music sounds rise gently, the dancer dances in long sleeves, and countless beautiful petals fly gently between the sky and the earth, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers is fascinating.

The boy under the crabapple tree was wearing a brocade dress, with black and beautiful hair, and casually dispersed, with a lazy posture. With the melody of the song, his head would also move.

Wen Xien approached, and the servant came to the boy's ear and said a few words quietly, then stepped aside.

Next to Yue Ying is a stone table, and there are two chairs on both sides of the stone table.

When Wen Xien walked over, Yue Ying seemed to have noticed Wen Xien's position and looked over with her white veiled eyes.

He smiled Chunliang and pointed to the position next to him, "Monk, come and sit."

Although Yue Ying smiled beautifully, Wen Xien could see from his smile that he had bad intentions.

Wen Xien still sat down. Her back was straight, like a broken green bamboo, forming a sharp contrast with Yue Ying, who was sitting lazy.

The dancer dresses lightly, his dance posture is charming, his eyes are as charming as silk, and his every move seems to be flirting.

Now Wen Xien didn't even know where to look at her eyes, so she could only close her eyes and turn Buddhist beads coldly with her eyebrows and eyes.

Maybe because of his blindness, Yue Ying's hearing was particularly sensitive. In addition, he was concerned about the movements of the monk next to him, a slight sound could not escape his ears. The tip of his ears could vaguely hear the subtle sound of turning things.

Yue Ying thought about it for a moment and knew that it was turning the Buddhist beads. He was almost angry and laughed. He kindly asked this monk to watch the dance. This dancer is the most famous dancer in Lanzhou. A dance is hard to buy, so that the monk can see the world. This monk who doesn't understand the charm actually has the heart to turn the Buddhist beads here.

I really don't understand the charm!

Yue Ying pushed the upper palate with the tip of her tongue, calming her head and voice became colder:

"Have you seen it? Could it be that you closed your eyes?"

The boy's voice was filled with a hint of displeasure.

Yue Ying, who had not heard the response, became anxious and his tone became stronger, "Monk?"

"Young Master Yue, I don't like to watch this." The monk's voice was soft and his tone was cold, and he scratched Yue Ying's ears like a feather.

Yue Ying laughed, very cold.

"Then tell me, I can get you whatever you like to see, and you have to think about it carefully. If you can't think of it, don't leave."

I don’t know why, but this monk is different from others. This difference is only in all aspects. Getting along with this monk can calm Yue Ying down. It is indeed as this monk said, since the monk came, he has not had a nightmare for a day.

In fact, Yue Ying has never thought about ghosts and gods since she was a child, but this monk subverted his understanding of the world.

He wanted to discover what the difference was about this monk. He didn't believe that this monk was really pure and had few desires.

Wen Xien was not angry about Yue Ying's unreasonable act, and even his tone did not change. "I don't like anything, I miss Mr. Yue's kindness."

This tone seemed to be about a bad boy made Yue Ying very subtle, and he mocked him silently.
Chapter completed!