Chapter 530: Buddha said: I like you (34)
Feng Qian got off the carriage first.
The girl looked into the carriage, paused, and asked, "Do you want me to hold it?"
Wangchen froze for a moment, his face under the wide hood suddenly turned crimson, he shook his head silently, without saying a word.
The little monk held the frame of the carriage and stepped out of the carriage carefully. He lowered his head, knowing that he could not be exposed like this, so he acted cautiously and did not want to cause trouble to the other party.
Wangchen followed Feng Qian step by step, very well-behaved.
Feng Qian, who was walking in front, stopped, walked over and held Xiao Shard's hand.
Wang Chen pursed his lips and silently held the other party back, with a burst of warmth in his heart.
Along the way, I didn't meet too many palace maids. The only ones I met were all nervously stepping back and saluting.
Only then did Feng Qian remember the character of the original owner. It is estimated that the little maids in the palace were all afraid of her.
Feng Qian directly took Wang Chen back to his bedroom and closed the door by the way.
It does have a feeling of being hidden in a golden house.
For the first time, Wangchen went to the woman's boudoir, and when he saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but get nervous, and there was a feeling that his eyes had nowhere to rest.
There is something unreal.
Back then, he thought that he would never see her again and was ready to die.
But he never thought that she would save him in the end.
Deciding to return to the secular world, Wang Chen could not deny that he also hid a little selfishness.
It was probably the phrase "the fate of the earth is not over" in the mouth of Master Huikong, which made him suddenly confused about the road ahead, as if he had come to a fork in the road, one side was Buddhism and the other side was the red dust, and he didn't know what to choose.
In the end, he chose Red Dust.
Thinking of the slaughtered Jingyuan Temple, Wangchen's heart throbbed again. He habitually lowered his head, put his right hand on his chest, and said "Amitabha..."
He grew up in the temple since he was a child, and the brothers and sisters in the temple, as well as the abbot, took good care of him.
Without relatives, they are relatives.
Seeing them being slaughtered before his eyes, he couldn't do anything, and it was impossible for Wang Chen's heart to not be hurt.
Unconsciously, a tear fell from the corner of the little monk's eye.
When Feng Qian closed the door and walked over, this was what he saw.
Are you suffering again?
Feng Qian walked to Wang Chen, the girl raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of the little monk's eyes.
"Ah Chen, don't cry. I will find a way to find out about the Jingyuan Temple, and give justice to the monks in the temple."
Wangchen looked down at the girl and said nothing.
The clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
Feng Qian felt that her heart was about to be melted, and the little shard's tearful and pitiful appearance was terrifying.
She will also feel distressed and distressed, but she doesn't know how to coax her.
Feng Qian had to coax softly, "Don't be sad, little Achen."
She slowly picked up the small fragment's face.
Tears fell from the corners of Wang Chen's eyes, leaving two clear tear marks on his snow-white skin.
When Feng Qian held the opponent's face with his fingers, there was a moist touch from his fingertips.
That's tear stains.
Wang Chen calmly looked at the girl who was holding his cheek, the bottom of her eyes was still misty, because her face was held up a little, and another teardrop fell down.
"Hey, I will feel bad for you."
The girl in front of her looked serious and frowned slightly.
The eyes fell on the little monk's pale lips, and the girl paused.
"A kiss, it won't be uncomfortable."
She spoke earnestly.
Immediately, the girl held the little monk's face, tiptoed slightly, and put her lips together.
At that moment, Wang Chen's eyes widened, and another teardrop fell from the corner of his eye.