Chapter 470 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (26)

“Yes.”

Yue Ying felt that the monk was a little ungrateful, and his original good mood was also ruined. Yue Ying didn't want to pay attention to her and ran out.

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Yue Ying's eyes were very good, so she started to be confused. It took only three months to get clearer afterwards.

From the excitement at the beginning to the peace behind, Yue Ying didn't tell anyone that he could see clearly.

This was also the first time Yue Ying had seen the monk clearly.

At that time, he was looking at the osmanthus flowers in the yard. The osmanthus trees were beautiful, green all year round, and the flowers were small and fragrant.

Its rich fragrance penetrates almost every air molecule, making people drunk.

A gust of wind blew, and the osmanthus branches swayed gently. Yue Ying was covered with osmanthus flowers, and the fragrance of osmanthus was exuded on her body.

With a subtle sound of footsteps, Yue Ying withdrew her gaze from looking at the osmanthus, turned her head to look, and was fascinated by the white for a moment.

The monk looked very simple, as white as a ray of moonlight, but his eyebrows were thick black. Standing in the yard, he looked so beautiful that he didn't look like a human, like a painting, and his paintings had no emotions, just like her.

The two of them looked at each other from afar, and the cinnamon fragrance at the tip of their noses was so fragrant.

"What do you think of this osmanthus flower?"

Yue Ying's ears were numb and itchy. The sound was a little cold, but it was faintly terrifying with a unique hoarseness, with an indescribable smell. Just listening to it made the tip of her heart tremble.

Jingchen's temperament is as cold as winter snow. The smile on his beautiful and white face is pressed on his face like a paper-like painting, clever but unreal, lacking the sense of fulfillment that is consistent with the soul.

Her eyes swept across her heart like feathers, and like a breeze blowing across the calm lake, causing ripples, falling swaying on Yue Ying.

Even Yue Ying, who has seen countless beauties, has to admit that this monk is so beautiful. He has never seen such a picturesque person.

And he is also a monk.

"Jingchen." Yue Ying looked at her, chewed the words carefully, and smiled gently, "I don't know how the osmanthus is, but the fragrance at the tip of the nose is tempting."

Wen Xien was stunned for a while, and his light pupils moved slightly, "Young Master Yue... don't you see clearly?"

Yue Ying lied, and he said in a lost tone, "I can't see clearly."

Everyone has different physiques and the effect of using mermaid beads is also different. Wen Xien has no doubts because she knows that someone wants her eyes better than Yue Ying herself, so there is no need to lie about this matter.

Wen Xien turned the Buddhist beads, which was considered comforting, "I will see clearly."

Yue Ying had a pair of eyes darkened, and took a step forward as if he was unintentionally, bringing the distance between the two closer.

In Wen Xien's puzzled gaze, Yue Ying smiled, with the youthful vigor of the young man, "I still can't see clearly when I get closer, it seems to see what Jingchen looks like."

In addition to the cinnamon fragrance, there is also a faint, almost indifferent cold fragrance on the tip of the nose.

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Yue Ying looked at the treasures that others sent to him to please him, and was somewhat excited to pick them with the tip of the knife. It was gorgeous and transparent, but golden and dazzling.

"Their information is very good. Before my eyes recover, I just sent things over."

Retracting the knife, rubbing the scabbard, making a harsh sound, Yue Ying sat on the soft couch, leaning against the comfortable soft pillow.

Next to him, the maid in a light dress pinched his shoulders, his slender fingers, and his nails were dyed with beautiful colors, which was as fascinating as his delicate appearance.

Yue Ying put her waist casually, heard her scream, but did not take the next move. Instead, he picked up the wine glass and drank it, and ordered: "Go and invite the monk here."

"The eldest young master is going to invite him, but Master Jingchen?" the attendant asked cautiously.

Although Yue Ying's eyes have improved, her personality seems not as gloomy as before, but she just looks.

Although the young man looked handsome, the gloomy and violent hidden in his eyebrows were not a joke. Even the maid who was hugged and smiling while smiling, her body was trembling inadvertently.

"What do you think?" Yue Ying chuckled.

The attendant quickly said yes, and then rolled and crawled out.

When Wen Xien heard this news, he just quietly put down what he had in his hand and stood up faintly in the worshipful gaze of the servant.

The wine pot next to it had reached the third one, with a slightly wider collar, and the young man's ink hair was scattered, either hanging behind him, or naughtyly entering his collar to touch the perfect figure that many people wanted.

The body was full of alcohol, but the dark eyes were only slightly intoxicated, and occasionally revealed their sharpness when they closed.

"Young Master Yue," Wen Xien clasped his hands together and glanced faintly, as if he hadn't seen him holding a woman's hand.

"Here," Yue Ying raised her eyes, glanced at the pure white figure, a deep meaning flashed in her deep eyes, and waved her hand and said, "Come here, you go back."

"Yes," the maid's voice was charming, but from her last voice, there seemed to be a sense of escaping from death.

The two of them sat very close, and the strong smell of wine spread in the air. Wen Xien didn't like the smell of wine, nor did she like such an atmosphere.

I couldn't help but ask first, "Young Master Yue, is it okay to find me?"

Yue Ying rubbed the wine glass, and for some reason he didn't dare to look at the monk's eyes. He was afraid that the monk would leave after he saw his lies and knew that his eyes would be better.

To be honest, Yue Ying didn't know why she cared about the monk's departure so much. Yue Ying didn't want to explore the reason. He was so willful and unreasonable.

"It's nothing, it's like asking you, do you feel comfortable staying in the temple or staying freely in this prosperous era."

The monk's eyes are cold and charitable, pale and clean, and they are not as good as fireworks.

Yue Ying looked at Wen Xien's side face and suddenly wondered why she was so unhappy about what kind of monk she was, what was the best for being a monk? Where can I be free and easy here?

Then when he thought about Wen Xien's appearance of long hair, Yue Ying couldn't help laughing.

Wen Xien just saw him laughing, so he turned his head and looked at him curiously, and then showed a soft smile.

It is a very shallow and light curve, like a flash in the pan.

Maybe the monk thought he couldn't see it yet, so he would smile at him without any concealment.

Yue Ying looked at her breath and was stunned for no trace. Then she quickly pretended that nothing had happened and moved away without saying a word.

But in fact, he was trapped in the softness and comfort of wrapping people around.

But he didn't dare to show it. As long as he showed it, the monk would definitely find out. Yue Ying didn't know how to end it.

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(End of this chapter)
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