Later, Shen Wanqing heard 748: "I just detected that the gold Lord's father is not far in front of us."
Shen Wanqing raised his eyebrows, stood up straight, hooked his lips and said with a smile, "of course not. Bastard, open the navigation, let's find Yan fan."
"Yes." Shen Wanqing's answer was expected by 748. After Shen Wanqing's words, 748 had guided the navigation in front of Shen Wanqing.
According to the navigation guide, Shen Wanqing spared a winding path and came to a quiet small pavilion.
There is a picture hanging on the wall outside, on which only the word "Zen" is written.
Before Shen Wanqing went in, she suddenly saw Yan fan lying on the rocking chair with her eyes closed.
The area of the center of the hospital is neither large nor small. A wooden rocking chair was placed in the center of the hospital. The young man lying on the rocking chair was slender and wearing ginger monk clothes.
Those beautiful eyes are closed, lying on the rocking chair in a casual posture, lazily basking in the sun.
She took a step forward slowly, but unexpectedly, she stepped on a dead branch on the ground and made a "click" sound.
Shen Wanqing's footsteps paused, looked down at the dead branches that had been trampled off by herself, and looked up at the young man lying on the rocking chair with his fingertips moving. She sighed with chagrin.
Yan fan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the lazy beauty slowly opened her confused eyes. Into the eyes is the dazzling sunshine, Yan fan is a little uncomfortable and squints his long and narrow evil eyes.
Then he sat up slowly with his palm on the rocking chair.
Qingsi slipped down from her shoulder and fell on her chest. The beauty's monk robes were messy, and her long, narrow and strange eyes were beautiful and attractive. He lazily glanced over his eyes and saw that it was Shen Wanqing. The other party's pupils showed a slightly surprised look.
Then Yan fan got up from the rocking chair and Fei's thin and beautiful lips inadvertently aroused a smile.
Yan fan came over, put his hands together and said with a smile, "I've seen your highness."
Shen Wanqing blinked, "do you know my identity?"
"I heard a few little Shamis mention it today. If you think about it carefully, you can guess the identity of your highness." Yan fan explained calmly.
Yan fan turned around and invited Shen Wanqing, "since your highness is here, you might as well sit down and have a cup of tea with the little monk."
Shen Wanqing nodded, "then I'll disturb master Yan fan."
Listening to Shen Wanqing's address, Yan fan walked around, and a faint smile appeared in the dark blue pupil, "it seems that your Highness has known the little monk's embarrassment, which really makes your highness laugh."
Shen Wanqing sat down. She shook her head when she heard the speech. "How can it be said to be embarrassing? Just as master Yan Fan said, if the world learns from me, it is like falling into the devil's way. Each has his own views on the Buddha and his own way of treating the Buddha."
Yan fan hung his lips and smiled slowly. He poured a cup of tea for Shen Wanqing. The gentle, jade like fingertips gently pushed the cup of tea and handed it to Shen Wanqing. "It's just coarse tea. Your highness, don't dislike it."
The girl in front shook her head, "I won't dislike it."
She picked up the cup and drank it in one breath. She had just wandered around. The sun was so big that she was already thirsty.
After drinking, Shen Wanqing blinked blankly. Then he coughed to the young man's peach blossom eyes with a smile, "good tea, good tea!"