Seeing that the Queen's attitude was so tough, Shen Wanqing was not disobedient, so he slowly sat back in bed.
When the queen left the door, she saw the young people waiting not far from the door. The young people were slender, dressed in snow-white monk clothes, long black hair and snow-white skin.
The cinnabar mole in the middle of the eyebrow is bright and beautiful, and the peach blossom eyes bewitch evil and strange. People can't imagine how amazing it would be if they were wearing red makeup.
The Queen's eyes were slightly heavy, and her red lips were cold and hard.
The young man in front of him seemed to see her. Yan fan came slowly with his slender and beautiful hands folded. "Amitabha, little monk, meet the queen."
Yan fan was about to raise his head and stop, but he only listened to the Queen's cold mouth, "did I let you raise your head?"
He paused slightly, slightly raised his eyebrows and eyes, and lowered his head quietly and comfortably. His attitude was calm and did not seem to feel a trace of embarrassment or embarrassment, which made the queen more unhappy.
She sneered. "Look up."
The young man in front of him looked up slowly and calmly, his hands folded, the shallow smile on his face was not sullen, and the queen looked very dazzling.
The empress's eyes looked at him with unclear meaning, and her tone was cold and hard. "She looks good. As a monk, she has six unclean roots. This master is really powerful."
In the face of the Queen's ridicule, Yan fan's expression was not urgent, and his smile was calm. "Amitabha, life is changeable, and no one can guess what he will encounter in the future. This is the number."
"Master is already a monk, but he is also contaminated with the world of mortals. If he is not clear with my daughter, is he not afraid of the anger of the Buddha?"
"People have emotions, so do Bodhisattvas, and so are Buddha." Yan fan followed good advice.
Listening to Yan fan's words, the queen was unhappy. She narrowed her eyes, "her mouth and teeth are very smart."
Yan fan folded his hands and smiled leisurely. "The queen flattered me. I'm a little embarrassed."
The empress is cold. How brazen!
"It's really an eye opener for me to be able to raise people like master in a place like fanyin temple."
"The queen flattered me. The old monk has always been very proud of this."
The queen brushed her sleeves and left.
Looking at the back of the queen leaving, Yan fan's frivolous smile converged, and the dark blue pupil floated a dark color.
He felt obvious hostility in the queen, not the hostility of protecting his daughter as a mother.
It's a very obvious hostility as a rival.
Yan fan was a little surprised when he noticed this unusual hostility.
Yan fan turned slowly into the room with his fingertips tucked in his sleeves. It seemed that he had to ask what the relationship between his Qingqing and the empress was.
Yan fan's eyes were dark, and the dark blue looked dangerous.
But when he came in, he saw the girl lying in bed waving to him pitifully, with tears in her eyes.
Yan fan quickly panicked. He hurried over in a hurry, "what's the matter, empress? She hit you?"
Yan fan frowned fiercely, and his expression was covered with frost.
"Ah?"
Yan fan's words stunned Shen Wanqing, "what? What is the queen beating me?"
Seeing this, he frowned slightly, "if not, how did you cry?"
I saw the girl's flat mouth, "I'm going to die ~"