Chapter 152: The overbearing queen conquers the unintentional holy monk 21
Xuanjing recited a good sentence, and folded his hands together and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, the fragrance of Buddha is in your heart, and you don't need to be deliberately rigid."
He changed into a magnolia-colored cassock today, and his monk hat was also changed into a magnolia color, but the Buddhist beads on his neck were not replaced.
The royal family donates monks’ clothes, monks’ hats and various beads to Lanruo Temple every year. Xuan Jinggui is a holy monk and Yun Wangyue’s favorite person.
However, Xuanjing wore frugal clothes, often dressed in plain clothes and a string of Nanmu Buddha beads, and seldom used the queen's gifts.
Shu Ange had something in his heart, so he didn't argue with Xuanjing, he just pulled the futon, opened the box, took out the scroll and placed it on the ground, then turned his back to Xuanjing, and looked at each one.
In order to be selected for the bird screen, the handsome men may have tried their best to unfold the painting scrolls, one by one, the handsome men lying or standing, showing graceful and affectionate manners.
If the reader is talented, he must hold the scroll in his hand, and if he is good at bow and arrow, he will be dressed in fresh clothes and angry with horses, and his demeanor will be radiant.
In terms of appearance, each of them has its own merits, but it is too ingenious, covering up the shortcomings one by one, and each one is like a fairy in a painting, but it has lost the most moving aura.
Shu Ange looked at these scrolls, and finally understood why the ancient draft had to pay off the painter. She has also seen a few pictures with simple descriptions, mixed with a group of pearl-like people, just to make soy sauce.
At the beginning, Shu Ange was a little bit shy, but after looking at it for a long time, looking at the people on the painting, he asked for the taboos of his place of origin and the introduction of his specialties. It was like reading a story, looking at one and throwing another on the ground.
Later, I was fascinated by it, and I started throwing it, and it slammed into Xuan Jing's body.
The sound of the scroll falling to the ground and the sound of hitting the person are naturally different. Shu Ange's body was stiff and he turned his head slowly.
Unless Xuanjing closed his eyes, he must have seen the huge word draft on the scroll, as well as the name and family background of the beautiful man.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward, and Shu Ange's mouth twitched into a smile, but his eyes couldn't smile.
Xuan Jing was speechless. After picking up the scroll, he got up and placed it on the wooden box. Then he sat back and continued to read the scriptures.
Murderous!
The calmer Xuanjing was, the more uneasy Shu Ange felt, especially when the system prompt sounded: "The target character's favorability level is -2, and the current favorability level is 18."
The favorability dropped by 2 instantly, and Shu Ange realized why it was a disaster.
Let her owe her hands and throw it away.
However, after seeing the draft reel, Xuanjing's favorability dropped, that is to say, he had mood swings because of it.
Shu Ange closed the scroll, pushed it aside, and pulled the futon close to the mysterious mirror with a smile.
Xuan Jing concentrated on chanting the scriptures, but a man with a beautiful face and a smile on the scroll suddenly appeared in his mind.
She is drafting.
Since the Queen's accession to the throne, the matter of drafting has been shelved. In the first three years, it was avoided because of the late emperor's filial piety.
Now that the third anniversary of the emperor's death has passed, the draft should also be put on the charter.
That's fine, all the love meetings will not last long. After the Queen's draft, he can let go of his obsession. He retired to Lanruo Temple, and the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng has remained the same since then.
"Master, what are you thinking?"
Although Xuan Jing was chanting the scriptures, his voice gradually became lower, and his eyes were a little loose.
Being interrupted by her, Xuan Jing frowned slightly, closed her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, when will you release the poor monk back to Lanruo Temple?"