Shen Wanqing seemed to be frightened, and his brown eyes were full of consternation.
Seeing this, the young man smiled as if nothing had happened. "There is the world in his heart and the common people in his heart. Naturally, he has a love for the people in the world."
Yan fan's words darkened Shen Wanqing's eyes. Then she turned her eyes and looked careless.
"I haven't asked yet. What's the master's law name?"
Yan fan hooked the corner of his mouth and slightly narrowed his narrow peach eyes, looking lazy and evil.
He smiled gently, "that's not good. If the little monk told the benefactor the name of the little monk, but the benefactor turned and told the abbot, what should the little monk do?"
Yan fan's words choked Shen Wanqing's words. Then she smiled helplessly and was about to speak. She suddenly heard someone calling her not far away.
"Your Highness, where are you?"
Shen Wanqing's footsteps stopped, and she looked at the young man on her side.
Yan fan looked down at her, and his long, narrow and deep eyes smiled, "since the benefactor's people have been found, the little monk will not be far away."
The young man's slender and beautiful hands are folded, and his look is indifferent and pious. "Amitabha, goodbye, benefactor."
Looking at each other's relaxed and calm posture, Shen Wanqing slightly pursed her lips and her faint jaw head, "well, goodbye, master."
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The little monk looking for her outside was relieved when he saw her.
The little monk hurried over and said, "Your Highness, I have found you."
Shen Wanqing looked at the direction in which Yan fan disappeared, faintly took back his sight, and his expression changed back to his previous carelessness.
As she walked, she listened to the little Shami beside her saying that everyone was looking for her after she disappeared.
After listening to the little monk silently, Shen Wanqing just agreed with him.
Suddenly, Shen Wanqing thought of the young man just now. She looked at the beautiful ginkgo leaves on the ground and asked the little monk next to her, "little master, is there a master with hair practice in our temple?"
She noticed that the little monk beside her was stiff. The little monk looked at Shen Wanqing in surprise, "Your Highness... What are you doing?"
Shen Wanqing looked at him indifferently. He looked lazy and picked the tip of his eyebrows, but there was a kind of dignity of the superior.
"It's inconvenient to say, huh?"
Seeing this, the little monk quickly shook his head, "it's not inconvenient to say. It's not a strange thing in our temple."
The little monk said, "there is indeed a monk with hair practice in our temple. His name is Yan fan. He has a strange temper. Even the abbot can't help him."
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing raised his eyebrows interestingly, "Oh, little master, can you tell me more about this palace?"
"Hey, he is especially unpopular with the martial uncles in the hospital because of his strange temper. Has your highness seen him?" the little monk asked Shen Wanqing.
Thinking about what they had just done, Shen Wanqing naturally shook his head and spoke in favor of his own people.
"No."
Little monk's sigh airway: "If your highness sees him, he will be amazed at his appearance. There is a cinnabar mark on his eyebrows. According to the abbot, he was born. He looks very attractive and speaks frivolously, which is incompatible with our pure hearted and lustless temple. Because of his appearance, many official women came to our temple every day a few years ago and wanted to marry him back Husband lang. "
"Did you marry back?"
Hearing the speech, the little monk shook his head, "of course not. Senior brother doesn't want to return to the common customs. Moreover, with the abbot, those official women dare not marry him home regardless of senior brother's wishes."