Chapter 168: The overbearing queen conquers the unintentional holy monk 37
In mid-July, the lotus blossoms fill the pond, the lotus leaves are dark green, and the lotus seeds are puffy.
When Shu Ange walked to the bridge, he slowed down, and Ben Yu suddenly appeared, which surprised Xuan Jing.
Unexpectedly, she just walked lightly to the middle of the bridge, when a voice suddenly came from behind: "Amitabha, His Majesty is here, and the poor monk has lost his way."
Shu Ange's body froze, and when he turned around, he saw that Xuanjing was still wearing a red cassock embroidered with gold threads, holding a Zen staff in his hand, and his eyes were calm.
"Master came back a little late."
Shu Ange said shyly, she rarely let go of her methods and sneaked once, and the bad thing was not done, and she was caught by the party.
Xuanjing is a transparent person, how could he not see Shu Ange's embarrassment, he nodded slightly to her and said, "Your Majesty, please come in, just now the little monk sat down at the abbot for a while."
Shu Ange entered the room with Xuanjing, and closed the door.
Xuanjing personally opened a chair for Shu Ange and asked her to sit down, but she grabbed his sleeve and said with a smile: "Master sit first, I can do it myself."
Her bright smile made Xuan Jing blushed and his heart was red. He folded his hands and sat on another chair.
Shu Ange not only did not loosen his sleeves to take a seat, but instead took advantage of the situation to sit in Xuan Jing's arms.
Xuan Jing blushed and subconsciously wanted to get up, but Shu Ange almost climbed onto him. If he forcibly got up, she would fall to the ground.
"Your Majesty, you..."
Shu Ange domineeringly circled the mysterious mirror, tilted his head on purpose and asked, "I just said it freely, and the master obviously has no opinion."
Xuan Jing was completely dumbfounded, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, you are about to get married, don't be **** others."
This time, he didn't use the Buddha to press her, Shu Ange leaned leisurely in Xuanjing's arms and looked up at him: "Above the banquet, your eyes are shining like a thief, I am uneasy, after the banquet is over, I immediately come Please excuse me."
Her face was not blushing and her heart was not beating, and she said words that made people imagine, Xuan Jing was so teased by her that she almost sweated on her forehead.
At the banquet just now, he did inadvertently glance at the queen a few more times, but he definitely did not reach the point where his eyes were burning like a thief.
"The poor monk doesn't dare, please ask Your Majesty to get up and speak."
Shu Ange likes to see Xuan Jing's helpless look the most, which makes her feel that he is also a human being with flesh and blood.
So, she blinked and said, "Since the master has sincerely requested, then I will reluctantly agree to you. As long as you kiss me, I will get up immediately. You are not joking!"
Shu Ange's eyes are extremely beautiful. When they are serious, they are like the wind and frost, and when they are emotional, they are like spring water. Now they play like they are hiding bright stars.
Xuanjing was a little dry when she saw it, forcibly suppressed the urge to respond to her, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, don't make fun of the poor monk again."
Hearing what he said, Shu Ange was unhappy, she held Xuanjing's shoulders, straightened up and faced him face to face: "Have I ever teased you, the fact of the draft is a last resort, and I have never thought of marrying someone else. Xuanjing, if you have the heart, why would you make such a heart-wrenching remark?"
Her expression was very serious. Under Shu Ange's gaze, Xuanjing couldn't help but dodge his eyes. He was really afraid of her affection.
"Ding Dong, the target character's favorability is +5, and the current favorability is 59. Come on, host."
The system prompt sounded, and Shu Ange pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes widened, she climbed up on Xuan Jing's neck, and brought her lips together.
(My shoulder hurts so much, hum, Lanqiao is a glass heart, even if you don't praise it, don't criticize others...)