Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

By the campfire, everything seemed to disappear with the sparks in the wind.

There are no barriers of identity or gender, and there is nothing but happiness, no worries or troubles.

Yan He kicked his legs and waved his hands, then raised his head, and his smiling eyes were depicted at the monk's profile in the firelight.

Then he turned around and dodged when the other party noticed.

As long as the bonfire is not extinguished, the enthusiasm will not diminish.

Not remembering how many times he had followed the large group around, Yan He glanced at the people diagonally opposite him.

While they were not paying attention, he grabbed the people around him and got out of the crowd.

It seemed that after jumping out of the circle, the chill also came along.

Making her unconsciously move towards the heat source.

A gentle question came from above my head: "Are you cold, benefactor? Do you want to go back?"

"No."

"That......"

"My legs hurt..."

Seeing that he wanted to say something else, Yan He interrupted him directly and frowned as he spoke.

He stood still.

Afraid that he didn't believe me, I reached out and grabbed his arm to support my weight.

"I guess I got hurt accidentally just now. It hurts a lot. It really hurts."

A pair of bright eyes blinked, and if you look closely, you can actually see a faint light flashing.

I was already quietly shedding tears.

It was completely different from the lively and energetic appearance he had just had inside, pulling people out.

"Legs hurt?"

"Ah."

The changes are so fast that it is hard to believe the bottom line.

The monk lowered his eyes, and his gaze moved from her face to the hem of her skirt, and then looked back at her face.

"I am sending you to see a doctor."

"But I can't walk anymore."

As Yan He spoke, he squatted down, hugged his knees and didn't want to move at all.

He is so shameless.

The two were relatively speechless.

Finally, only a sigh was heard, and the monk turned around and walked over and squatted down.

"Then I will carry you on my back. Please don't mind."

"I do not mind."

The person who was originally looking pitiful suddenly stood up and lay on it.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and rested her cheek lightly on his broad shoulders.

"Little Master..."

"Ah."

"Am I heavy?"

"The donor is very light, you should eat more."

No one said where they were going, and the monk just started walking aimlessly with the person on his back.

Follow the grassland all the way towards the imperial city.

The light seemed to be right in front of me, but I walked for a long time but still couldn't reach it.

Yan He leaned against him lazily, his legs swinging.

There was no fear of being caught lying.

When I stick with him, I feel warm all over.

And it's very reassuring.

A faint scent of sandalwood mixed with woody scent lingers around the tip of the nose.

It was really difficult for him to hide his identity, but he was recognized at first sight.

I drank quite a bit of wine today. I didn't feel anything when I was playing just now, but now that I'm quiet, I'm starting to feel sleepy.

She tightened her arms and pressed her hot cheek against his.

"Little Master."

"Hmm." The monk felt a delicate touch on the side of his face and slowed down his steps unconsciously.

The color of his eyes appears even deeper in the darkness.

A faint smell of alcohol came from the side, as well as a faint fragrance that belonged only to the little girl: "Why did you come to Mobei?"

"..."

"You shouldn't have come."

The other party didn't need his response, and muttered to himself: "You should have been a good monk in the Central Plains and shouldn't have come to Mobei. This is really bad."

As he spoke, his tone became weaker and weaker, as if he was filled with a lot of grievances.

But it cannot be expressed in words.

They just kept saying that he was bad and that he was not good.

The monk had a calm expression and listened to her quietly, with no intention of refutation.

The men were getting closer and closer, and they were sending some people up.

The two people who were already leaning against each other got even closer, their cheeks touching, looking extremely intimate.

He had already crossed the line a long time ago, but he seemed unaware of it.

Yan He turned his face away, perhaps because of the alcohol giving him courage, he started to act recklessly.

She rubbed her nose against his face.

"This face is not good-looking, not as good-looking as Jia Xuan's."

The despised monk unconsciously tensed his jaw and said in a hoarse voice, "Jia Xuan?"

No one behind him spoke again, just sighed.

Suddenly struggled.

"I'm going down."

"Your leg......"

"I want to go down!"

"it is good."

......

Yan He was put down steadily and stood where he was, staring at his cold eyes.

I feel like I'm very childish and annoying.

He obviously wants to be a monk. It would be great if he could practice and cultivate himself in a temple.

Suddenly I understood what it means that fear and sorrow arise from love. If you are free from love, there will be no sorrow and no fear.

He lowered his eyes to hide his sore eyes, raised his head and smiled: "Master Wuxiang, Chidan just overstepped the boundaries."

Compared with the blatant intimacy just now, there was no concealment of alienation at all.

Just withdraw when you say so.

"Let's go back and look for them, right? Aren't you leaving tomorrow? Don't waste any time."

Having said that, he walked past the person in front of him and prepared to go back the same way.

But when he reached the side, he was grabbed by a hand, tightly.

Not giving her any chance to escape.

Yan He looked up in surprise.

The monk's eyebrows were deep, his expression had not changed, his eyes were still calm, yet seemed to contain infinite tenderness.

He just said slowly: "Donor, do you know why I am formless?"

Why?

Yan He didn't understand, and only said according to his own understanding: "No form, no correspondence, no taking, no giving up, seeing the nature and becoming a Buddha..."

When you put an end to the delusion, you will attain the true nature.

"The donor is only half right."

"what?"

Yan He paused, not understanding what he meant.

With her hand still held by him, she tried to break free first, but it was rare for the usually peaceful person to be so overbearing.

Not only did he not let go, he held it very tightly.

With a little force, he pulled her forward.

"One thought generates pure faith, and one does not cling to anything. However, this poor monk is still a shallow cultivator, and I have never been able to achieve even a single thing."

"..."

In the interval of speaking, he suddenly separated her fingers, inserted them through each other, and clasped their fingers together.

As if he was afraid that she would run away.

"I came to Mobei only to satisfy my own selfish desires. I am no longer a Buddhist disciple."

"..."

Yan He stood there in a daze. Feeling the warmth from his palm, his brain went into a state of unconsciousness.

I heard every word he said clearly, but I still couldn't connect the dots.

"Not a Buddhist disciple anymore? How could you not be a Buddhist disciple anymore?"

"Yes, I had already returned to secular life before coming to Mobei."

"..."

As he spoke, he took a tentative step forward, and I don't know when he put the Buddhist beads away.

His free hand touched her cheek.

"My current identity is the eldest prince of Lizhou State, not Jiaxuan of Huguo Temple."

Yan He didn't hide, his face was full of surprise: "Then why did you......"

He suddenly chuckled, "I miss you so much that I was sick. I just wanted to see you, but I didn't expect the little princess to be so smart."

It only took one encounter to see through all his disguises.