Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

After having dinner in the house, there was a knock on the gate.

"It should be the young master from the warehouse."

Wu Si put down the needle and thread in her hand, turned around and ran out.

The heavy wooden door creaked.

Yan He looked in the direction he was looking.

Sure enough, there was a little monk in gray clothes standing at the door, with a shining head.

Soon.

Wu Si came back with a roll of white polarized tissue paper in his hand. If you look closely, you can see tiny particles on it.

Yan He reached out and touched it.

Although the paper is thin, it is soft and resilient, feels as slender as cotton, and has a natural color.

"Didn't you say there was no more?"

"I do not know either."

Wu Si put down his things, and except for the tissue paper, he even prepared the bamboo sticks that would be needed.

"I just said it happened again. I didn't ask any more questions."

"Ah."

Yan He picked up a bamboo stick, which was thin, long and light enough. The parts that were easy to cut hands had been polished off.

Extremely detailed.

There is also a slightly wider one. The kite frame is almost ready.

There are actually tools needed to make kites in the storeroom of Huguo Temple?

"Princess, we shouldn't use tissue paper. We can just ask them to buy some."

There was a small study in the courtyard. Yan He turned around and went out, sitting behind the desk.

Wu Si was always perceptive. He immediately spread a piece of cotton paper on the table and prepared writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Change to rice paper first."

"Make it yourself to kill time, and switch to rice paper first."

"Yes, but will the princess?"

"Try it."

Yan He didn't know how to do it, but she had watched the entire process of making kites on the Internet in the previous worlds.

If you fail, it's also fun.

Wu Si was also very curious and became more focused when grinding the ink.

I'm a newbie after all.

Yan He did not make it difficult for himself. He drew a sand martin according to the simplest style on the market and the skeleton standard.

Use red ink to deepen the lines.

"Wusi, light the candle."

"Yes."

The bamboo stick she got was long, and if she wanted it to be well-behaved and obedient, she had to twist it into curves according to her ideas.

You still have to burn it with fire.

The originally straight bamboo sticks slowly bent to align with the sand martin on the paper.

Yan He compared it and confirmed that there was no mistake before cutting off the excess part.

Although there were some hesitations during the process, it went smoothly.

Wu Si was grinding ink, handing out reamers, finding needles and thread, and finally waiting for the shape of the kite to take shape.

She hasn't reacted yet.

When did their princess learn it?

Now that he had started doing it, Yan He was of course hoping to use it for a longer period of time.

Once you have the cotton paper, throw away the rice paper and directly use the cotton paper to cover the kite frame.

Wait for the resin on top to dry and cut off the excess part.

"Wusi, try to see if you can fly first."

"Yes."

The frame of the kite was light, so there was no burden when it flew. Wu Si ran around the yard.

The kite also followed behind and above.

When he came back, he was smiling from ear to ear and looked extremely happy.

"It worked, princess."

"Then let's draw a sand martin and color it."

"it is good."

Making a kite is actually quite simple and the process is not complicated, but such a kite does not look good.

The work is truly completed only after a beautiful kite is colored.

But coloring is not that easy.

By the time Yan He's eyes were tired, the wings and tail of the sand martin had just been painted.

It was already dark outside, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

She put down the wolf hair brush in her hand and blinked her eyes to relieve the sudden pressure.

Glancing sideways, Wu Si, who was originally extremely expectant, had already started dozing off.

"Wu Si."

"Hmm? Is the princess okay?"

"Go back to sleep first and continue tomorrow."

"Okay, then I'll go get some water for the princess."

The study door opened and closed.

Yan He lowered his head, picked up the kite, and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

Not bad indeed.

After adding color to the rest of the area tomorrow morning, you can go play.

The Purple Bamboo Forest is a good place to go. The area is spacious and there will be no outsiders visiting there in the next few days.

"Princess~"

"coming."

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"what is that?"

Emperor Hui stood in the Liubei Pavilion of the palace and raised his chin to point at something in the distance that was rising and falling.

From this angle, you can just see the location of the purple bamboo forest.

I saw a sand martin flying up and down, startling groups of birds.

"Amitabha."

The abbot put his hands together, his eyes were kind, and he seemed a little surprised: "It looks like a kite."

“Who’s playing it?”

"Maybe it's the Chidan donor."

"Ah."

Emperor Hui suddenly snorted and laughed, and sat down on the stone bench: "It is also difficult for the little girl from the grassland to live in the Huguo Temple for so many days."

"Donor Chidan is a sincere and kind person, and has a connection with Buddhism."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

The abbot smiled slightly and turned his eyes to look at the person who had never spoken.

Then he closed his eyes and said: "Amitabha, all causes and effects are caused by karma. The karma of the donor Chidan is not something I can fathom."

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing to speak.

Emperor Hui did not ask any more questions.

Jia Xuan, who was sitting next to him, opened his eyes at this moment. His eyes were indifferent, cold but with a hint of compassion and gentleness.

It was as if he didn't hear what they said, or he was not interested in the people they mentioned.

Twisting Buddhist beads in hand.

"Your Majesty, Abbot, Jia Xuan takes his leave."

"where to?"

Hearing him say he was leaving, Emperor Hui frowned and asked, "Can't you stay with me for just a little while?"

"I haven't finished my homework for today yet."

Having said this, he performed his formalities and left on his own.

"..."

Emperor Hui's smiling expression suddenly turned cold and he looked at the abbot.

The superior has sharp eyes and is intimidating without even getting angry.

Only at this time did the emperor finally feel the desire to kill.

"What do you think of Xian'er's return to the palace, Abbot?"

"Jia Xuan has a connection with Buddhism, but his worldly ties are still there. All causes and consequences depend on his own choices."

Even when facing the emperor, the abbot remained neither humble nor arrogant.

That's something he can't control.

Emperor Hui understood and was somewhat curious about his words: "What is his bond? Power? Wealth? Family? If he really cared about these, I wouldn't be so exhausted."

I searched for him countless times, but always came back empty-handed.

In his eyes, apart from being a monk, there is probably no difference between being an emperor or a beggar.

The abbot just smiled and didn't explain any further.

"Amitabha."

The secret of heaven cannot be revealed all day long.

Emperor Hui snorted, turned his head and looked in the direction of the purple bamboo forest.

The colorful kite is still flying.

It has become the only vibrant and free scenery in Huguo Temple.