Substitute Attack and Scum Shou Your Majesty

Shi Yin was sleeping on the bed, and there were deep red marks on his exposed wrists and ankles.

The room is filled with emotion || after the fumigation and transpiration.

Like bubbles floating up one by one under boiling water.

A Luan lay on Shi Yin's body, gasping for breath, her hair was wet with sweat, and her fair skin was flushed with water vapor.

The lips are moist, and there is a bite mark in the middle of the lower lip, which is very deep, but there is no bleeding.

Shi Yin closed his eyes.

He didn't want to look at the person on him.

After resting for a while, Aluan climbed up from Shi Yin's body, pulled the quilt over Shi Yin's cover, then picked up a robe and put it on, tied a knot loosely around her waist, and left outside room.

But soon he came back with a basin.

The hot water in the basin was dense with mist, A Luan twisted a veil, lifted the quilt, and carefully cleaned it for Shi Yin.

He seems to be taking care of a rare treasure, never tired of it.

After cleaning up, Aluan fetched new clothes and asked Shi Yin to put them on one by one.

Shi Yin didn't move, he was drugged, he had no strength in his body, so he could only let Ah Luan play with him.

A Luan still complained, he put his arms around Shi Yin's back, and said: "Shi Yin, move it too, it's so heavy, I can't move you."

Shi Yin still closed his eyes and did not move.

A Luan then threatened: "Then Shi Yin, don't wear it anymore, I also prefer you without clothes, you look so pretty."

But Shi Yin ignored him.

A Luan had no choice but to change his mind again and said, "Forget it, I don't want others to see you, if they see you, I'll goug their eyes."

The voice is innocent, but the words are bloody.

That bloody smell seemed to have a body.

Shi Yin finally opened his eyes, he looked at A Luan, there was neither sadness nor joy in his light-colored pupils, only reflecting A Luan's face.

The face was still the same as before.

The skin is very fair, the eyes are slightly round, looking innocent and innocent, clean like a child who has not yet experienced the world.

A Luan narrowed her eyes, laughed, and said, "I'm just joking, Shi Yin, I won't do that."

Shi Yin still looked at him.

But Aluan didn't look at him anymore, and didn't want Shi Yin's cooperation, she dressed Shi Yin by herself, and straightened it again, it was a light gray monk's robe.

Shi Yin is a monk.

Helping Shi Yin to lie down, A Luan went to pick up the shackles again. The shackles were very long and were being dragged, and there was a crackling sound between the links.

Taking it to Shi Yin's side, Aluan locked Shi Yin one by one, wrists, ankles, without missing any, locked tightly.

Shi Yin didn't speak, but closed his eyes again.

After finishing these things, A Luan went to call the dumb slave in, and waited for him to bathe and change clothes.

A Luan changed into normal clothes, the neckline tightly wrapped around his neck, covering the marks underneath.

He's off to deal with politics.

A Luan is an emperor.

Putting his hand on Shi Yin's face and rubbing it for a moment, Aluan said in a very attached way: "Shi Yin, I'm leaving, you wait for me to come back."

"Eat when you're hungry, I won't take any medicine today."

After finishing speaking, he touched Shi Yin's lips again and left a kiss.

Very light and shallow, like a superficial touch, as if treating a sweetheart carefully.

However, Shi Yin did not respond.

He just kept his eyes closed the whole time.

"I am leaving."

A Luan said again, this time she really got up and left.

The palace fell completely silent.

Shi Yin opened his eyes, a little yellow candlelight reflected in his light-colored pupils.

He didn't understand.

Why did things go so wrong?

……

Two years ago, Jinzhou, Qingquan Temple.

In the afternoon of that day, Shi Yin was copying Buddhist scriptures in the monastery.

What he copied was a volume of "The Medicine Master Sutra".

When I was about to copy the second wish I made, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and Shi Yin stopped writing, and the strokes broke, and I can no longer use this article.

Shi Yin put down his pen and looked up to the door—his door was not closed, so he could see the little novice standing by the door all at once.

The little monk was only seven years old, still a child.

With naughtiness, the little novice said with a smile: "Brother Shiyin, are you copying scriptures again? Stop copying, the abbot is looking for you."

Shi Yin asked calmly, "The abbot is looking for me?"

The little novice nodded and said: "Yes, two benefactors came just now, and the abbot told me to come and call you, Senior Brother Shi Yin."

Upon hearing the words, Shi Yin pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand. You go and report to the abbot first, and I will go there right away."

The little novice said: "Brother, hurry up, don't make those two benefactors wait too long."

Shi Yin responded, and the little novice closed the door for him, and walked away without dignity.

Shi Yin changed into a blue-gray monk robe, and adjusted the neckline again.

Somewhat tight, but not loose.

As soon as Shi Yin arrived in the lotus room, the little novice waved at him and whispered, "Brother Shi Yin, come quickly!"

Shi Yin walked towards the little novice, stood still, and asked, "Why, is the abbot in a hurry?"

The little novice shook his head and said: "The abbot is not in a hurry, the abbot is never in a hurry."

"It's those two benefactors who just came who are in a hurry."

Shi Yin looked at the tightly closed door of the lotus room, and was about to speak again when he heard the abbot from the lotus room ask, "Is Shi Yin here?"

The little novice replied loudly: "Yes, it's Senior Brother Shi Yin who is here."

Shi Yin was silent, just stood there and waited.

Seeing that there was no sound inside, the little novice stuck out his tongue at Shi Yin and stopped talking.

After a while, there was finally another sound from inside, and it was still the abbot: "Shi Yin, come in."

Shi Yin answered yes from outside, then walked forward slowly, pushed the door open, and entered the lotus room.

In the lotus room, the incense is curling up, very quiet.

Shi Yin didn't look around too much, just bowed slightly to the abbot sitting on the seat, and called: "Abbot."

The abbot, however, seemed to be in a trance, he didn't make a sound, he didn't open his eyes, he just plucked the rosary beads silently.

Seeing this, Shi Yin turned his gaze to the person next to him.

Seeing Shi Yin looking over, the man quickly covered up the strange look on his face, and greeted him with a smile: "I guess you are Master Shi Yin, right? Sure enough, it is better to see once than to hear a hundred times. The master is really a good-looking talent. "

Shi Yin remained calm and said flatly: "The benefactor is absurd."

The man choked, and subconsciously looked back.

Shi Yin followed his gaze and also looked behind him.

I don't know when a curtain was hung there, separating the small lotus room for a while.

At this time, there was a person sitting behind the curtain.

I can't tell who it is, but there is a vague outline.

Shi Yin withdrew his gaze, went to look at the abbot, and asked, "I don't know why the abbot called Shi Yin here?"

The abbot finally opened his eyes, those old eyes were still clear, but very deep, as if there was a sentence hidden at the bottom, but Shi Yin still couldn't understand.

The abbot said in a deep voice, "Shi Yin, these two benefactors are here to write a post for you."

next post?

Shi Yin didn't understand, and asked, "What do you mean?"

The abbot said, "These two benefactors are here to invite you to Daxing Temple in the capital."

After the abbot finished speaking, the person next to him smiled and followed up and said, "That's right, I'm here this time because I want to invite Master Shi Yin to accompany me to the capital and enter Daxing Temple to practice Buddhism."

As he said that, the man really took out the post, sent it forward, and handed it to Shi Yin.

Shi Yin lowered his eyes, looked at the words on the post, and then looked up at the curtain.

The person behind the curtain swayed slightly, but only moved, and soon sat down again.

Shi Yin withdrew his gaze and fell back to the post.

A moment later, with the curling smoke from the furnace, Shi Yin's voice was fluttering and fell down.

Shi Yin said, "Okay."

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