Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

There are dense trees in the purple bamboo forest, but there is also a wide open space close to a clear stream.

Accompanied by the sound of rustling.

"Wow, it's flying, princess let out the line!"

Wu Si stood not far away, looking at the light purple figure in front of him, then looked up at the kite.

I couldn't help but chase after him: "Get up, it's going to fall, it's going to fall..."

Yan He controlled the line and ran out for dozens of meters, but he never dared to loosen his hand.

The kite rises and falls.

It tugged at her emotions.

Just when she thought it was stable and was about to let go, it fell again, and this repeated several times.

“I can’t control it.”

"Princess, run first."

"but......"

Yan He ran a few more steps along the wind, and felt that her skirt was too long and a burden.

She was worried about falling several times.

"Wu Si, come here first."

When the others caught up with her, they stuffed the string directly into her hand.

Whoever holds the kite string will be nervous.

She was just instructing herself, but suddenly she panicked.

"You take control, I'll be ready in a minute."

"Oh okay, Princess, you have to be quick, I'm afraid it will fall."

Yan He looked around.

She bent down and lifted up the skirt that was particularly in the way, until it reached just above the opening of her boots.

I stood there and walked a few times, feeling much more relaxed.

Wu Si pulled the string stiffly, not daring to make any big movements.

Yan He stepped forward and took it: "I'll do it."

As he spoke, he had already run out, much faster than before.

Although it is an open space, there are quite a lot of stones and weeds.

Wu Si was shocked.

He came to his senses and hurried to chase after her: "Princess, run slower, be careful not to fall."

Moving my eyes downward, I saw the hems of her skirt tied together.

"..."

Their princess thought this was a grassland.

Thinking about returning.

She still stopped and looked around to make sure there was no one around before she felt relieved.

Yan He didn't hear what she said.

The kite flew higher and higher, and only stopped when she was sure it would not fall again.

"Wu Si, that's high... huh?"

I turned around and saw nothing behind me.

The smile on his face paused, and he looked up to see colorful sand martins floating steadily in the air.

She tried to take a few steps back, but the wind stopped her.

I was worried that the new toy I had worked so hard to make would be scrapped in less than half an hour.

Yan He had no choice but to give up.

Stand there and wait for her to catch up.

"Wu Si?"

"..."

"Wu Si?"

"exist......"

Judging from the sound, he was not too far from her, so I felt relieved.

The weather is just right today, with a gentle breeze. Besides the sound of flowing water, there is also the rustling of bamboo shadows.

Just enough to allow her kite to fly in the air without getting damaged.

Yan He originally wanted to wait for Wu Si.

But the kite followed the wind, and she followed the kite, unconsciously moving forward a few hundred meters.

When she came to her senses, Wu Si's voice became farther away.

The conversation between the two people was entirely based on shouting.

"Wusi! You hiss first..."

Yan He frowned and lowered his head, only to see that blood had already begun to seep from his calf.

The light purple skirt was dyed red-purple, and there was also a red spot on the white lining.

She didn't even notice when she got the wound, she was just busy playing.

He looked up at the kite still in the air, then looked down at his legs.

The stinging sensation is slowly becoming stronger.

Wu Si hasn't come yet.

Although she felt a little regretful, she had no choice but to slowly reel in the line she had let out.

"When did you get it?"

She didn't feel anything before.

It seems that the line is almost finished.

"donor."

A gentle and calm voice came from behind. Although it was familiar, it was really sudden.

Yan He's hand trembled and he turned his head instantly.

The Buddhist disciple in gray cloth came over at some point and appeared behind silently.

The two light words seemed inexplicably scary in the bamboo forest.

"Master Jiaxuan, why are you here?"

The Buddhist son said as always: "Just passing by."

Her face was calm, her eyes slightly lowered, fixed on the hem of her skirt which was of a clearly different color.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood coming towards me.

"The donor is injured."

"accidentally."

Yan He held the kite and looked in the direction he was looking: "Maybe it hit something."

I subconsciously moved my feet, trying to hide.

She could feel that the wound was no longer bleeding, so it shouldn't be deep.

The Buddhist disciple did not move, but stood a few steps away: "Donor, you still need to treat the wound."

"Well, I'm ready to go back. Where's Master Jia Xuan?"

He then raised his eyes and looked straight at her: "I am about to go out, can you still walk?"

"......able."

Yan He wanted to say no, but thinking of his identity, he decided not to make things difficult for him.

He lowered his head somewhat depressedly: "Let's go."

He had barely finished speaking when he took a step forward.

"If you don't mind, I will take you out."

"?"

Aren’t we going together?

Yan He turned around, but before he could open his mouth, the pure-hearted Buddhist slowly approached him.

Half squatting, leaving my back to her, the meaning was self-evident.

"Master Jiaxuan wants to carry me out?"

"If the donor doesn't mind."

"I don't mind it."

Yan He felt that for his own good, they should keep their distance, but she had to admit that she was not a saint.

She wanted to get close to Jia Xuan.

Therefore, all the construction work done before was wasted due to his unintentional initiative.

He looks thin, but actually his back is very broad and strong.

Yan He put her arms around his neck, and her nose could smell his unique scent, a woody scent mixed with a hint of sandalwood, which smelled very nice.

I couldn't help but curled my lips.

Her arms tightened and her cheek rested lightly on his shoulder.

The two of them got closer.

The Buddhist disciple slowed down his pace and then walked out as if nothing had happened.

Wu Si hurried inside and ran into the two men face to face.

Apart from a moment of surprise, his next reaction was to run over to see how Yan He was doing.

As for the rest.

What kind of connection could a monk from the Central Plains have with their princess?

“Princess, let the kite slave take it. This is not good at all. Feng Han just got injured again.”

"I wasn't careful."

"Zhongyuan and the princess are not compatible."

"..."

Yan He turned his head and glanced at her worried face, curved his eyebrows, and tightened his arms again: "I think it's a good match."

It didn't take long for them to come out of the bamboo forest and return to their small courtyard.

Yan He was let go.

"Donor, there are too many people here, so I have to walk alone from now on."

"Thank you, Master Jia Xuan."

She had this plan in mind, but if other people saw it, they would inevitably talk about him behind his back.

As soon as Jia Xuan left.

Wu Si fell silent as he watched their princess jumping around.