The group favorite princess shreds the script of the villain

Chapter 152
Simiaomiao's pupils trembled, and he waved his hands again and again: "No!"

How could she and Pei Qingshang get married, and how could they have three children?

Out of the corner of her eye, Simiaomiao turned to Pei Qingshang who was standing beside her, and she remembered that although the two had done intimate things, their relationship was still as indistinguishable as a monarch and a minister.

She bit her lower lip, controlling herself not to think too much.

Pei Qingshang just wanted to save her.

What's more, if the progress of subjugation disappears, maybe she will leave too?
She quickly vetoed it, and Pei Qingshang looked a little gloomy. He only stopped the chatter of the eminent monk Xuande, and introduced concisely: "Master, this is Your Highness the Eldest Princess."

Xuande stroked his beard and smiled brightly: "So what? It doesn't matter who she is, the fate of the two of you has long been destined."

Simiao Miao shook his head and explained solemnly: "Master, Bengong and Prime Minister Pei are just good friends. His good fate may still be in the future. It is not Bengong. How can Bengong delay his marriage?"

Seeing what Simiaomiao said, Xuande looked at his apprentice again.

I saw that Pei Qingshang didn't speak a word, only pursed his thin lips lightly, and there was an unknown look in his eyes like black light and sharp weapons.

Simiaomiao saw that the joyful smile on Master Xuande's face gradually faded, replaced by an indescribably sad and sad expression, the elderly man seemed to have heard something extremely sad.

He trembled his lips: "Your Highness, are you serious? Do you really mean nothing to my apprentice?"

Simiaomiao was dumbfounded.

Is it her illusion that the eyes of Master Xuande are tears? !
Before she could explain, the eminent monk covered his heart in grief, beat it lightly, covered his lips and coughed: "Such a good destiny, why is it so bumpy! Goddess has no heart, what a pity, what a pity!"

After finishing speaking, he coughed violently for a while, and when he spread his palm in front of his mouth, a small pool of blood came into view.

Simiao Miao was horrified: "Master, why are you coughing up blood?!"

Pei Qingshang was as unmoved as a mountain, he just quietly watched his master's pale face, as if he was indifferent.

The eminent monk Xuande waved his hand to Simiaomiao, signaling that there is no need to worry: "It's an old disease, Your Highness, let me tell you the truth, in fact, I am running out of time. I am getting old, and some old diseases are already dying."

Simiaomiao was amazed. The eminent monk Xuande looked over seventy years old, but under his cassock he could feel his muscles tense, like a monk who could kill ten good men with one punch.

Why are you about to die?
He looked at the rainy sky with sad eyes: "Qingshang was lonely since he was a child, and I brought him up alone. I know that he is paranoid and strong. If there is anything that offends His Highness, please forgive him."

After the old man said this, Simiaomiao said anxiously: "Master, don't worry, I have always cherished Prime Minister Pei's talent and will never blame him for other things!"

Xuande showed a gratifying smile: "Actually, I still have a wish. If I can't realize it, I don't think I will die in peace. I wonder if His Highness can help the poor monk realize his dream?"

Simiaomiao said seriously and nervously: "Please tell me, I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Together with Qingshang." He replied without thinking.

Simiao Miao had a good word stuck in her throat, and she paused at that moment, and then she was a little embarrassed: "This... how can this palace accept it so casually."

Unexpectedly, Xuande coughed violently again, it was harder than before, he had difficulty breathing, Simiaomiao hurriedly patted his back to ease his breathing.

After a while, Xuande wiped off the blood from his mouth: "The only thing that the poor monk is worried about is Qingshang. I just want you to follow the fate and be together well."

Xu Shi saw Simiaomiao's embarrassment, and Xuande smiled calmly: "Your Highness thinks it's inappropriate, and the poor monk will not force it, but... well, it is my greatest regret not to be able to see Qingshang and people for a long time before dying!"

"I can!" Simiaomiao seemed to have made up her mind, she turned around and took Pei Qingshang's hand actively.

Simiaomiao suddenly shouted: "I can be with Prime Minister Pei!"

Xuande was startled, he probably didn't expect her to agree so quickly, he couldn't help but smile: "Really?!"

Then the elderly monk turned his head and clasped his fists to the sky to thank the gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas for making his wish come true.

At this time, Pei Qingshang turned his head and said to Simiaomiao in a low voice: "Your Highness, you don't have to take Master's words to heart, and you don't have to forcefully agree to him just to get rid of him."

Si Miaomiao covered his lips with his hand, and said in a low voice: "But Master Xuande looks really pitiful, how can I bear to watch the old man cough up blood again and again?"

Pei Qingshang wanted to say something more, but Xuande had already turned around again, and he said excitedly to Simiaomiao: "Your Highness, please go to the house and wait for the poor monk. The poor monk has something to give to His Highness."

Simiaomiao nodded, glanced at Pei Qingshang, and after getting his nod, she turned and entered the house.

After Simiaomiao left, Pei Qingshang stood with his hands behind his umbrella, his expression cold, and he said, "Master, if Your Highness examines carefully, she will find the blood around your mouth to be fruit pulp."

After that, he said coldly, "How can you pretend to be sick to trick her into agreeing?"

The old monk quickly wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "It's not because of you that I'm a teacher! Look at your eyes when she just denied it, you almost got the word sad on your forehead! Since you intend to, why don't you say it? Are you going to be a boring gourd for the rest of your life?"

He shook his sleeves and snorted coldly: "If it wasn't for the fact that I picked a few fruits and ate them when I went up the mountain just now, I wouldn't be able to act like this, and you wouldn't be able to hug a beauty back home. You can secretly thank the teacher for your painstaking efforts."

Pei Qingshang's jaw tightened: "I just want her to be willing, and I don't want to force her."

"What do you know? Girls are all reserved. Using some tricks is not called coercion, it's called guiding her to discover her inner feelings."

After Xuande cleaned up the crushed red fruit pulp, he returned to the appearance of an eminent monk and recited Amitabha.

"I think back then when I traveled all over the world as a teacher, all the girls I met were eager to marry as a teacher. Why didn't you learn the essence of being a teacher at all?"

Pei Qingshang sneered: "What do you learn? Learn from Master to avoid love debts and escape into Buddhism?"

Xuande jumped angrily: "Presumptuous, as a teacher, I sincerely serve the Buddha. When I was ordained, I vowed to always accompany the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng."

Pei Qingshang sneered and remained silent.

As the rain was getting heavier, Xuande stroked his beard: "The person you killed last night was a spy from Wumeng Kingdom, but you did one thing wrong. Since you killed him, you have to bury the body."

He looked at Pei Qingshang, his unfathomable eyes full of wind and rain: "Instead of burying the body halfway, the upper body is still exposed."

Pei Qingshang lowered his eyes: "There was an urgent matter last night, so I called my junior sister away. Maybe she forgot to bury it properly."

Xuande didn't mean to blame, he sighed: "Be careful next time."

Inside the room, Simiaomiao was lying on the window, looking at the eminent monk Xuande, frowning and laughing for a while.

She shook her head, feeling that the master seemed to be seriously ill.

A moment later, Master Xuande and Pei Qingshang entered the room, and he took out a box from the shelf and handed it to Simiaomiao.

"Your Highness, the reason why so many people flock to the Songlin Mountain Academy is because there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that a huge amount of wealth is preserved in the mountain courtyard."

He smiled and said, "Now, the poor monk will give the treasure in the eyes of the world to His Highness."

　Peipei's master Xuande is a muscular old man, even though he is old, he is in good health!

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