"Okay," Shaoyao comforted Jiao Xiaoliu, "Don't think too much, I still like you who didn't care about anything back then. You now make me feel a little distressed." Shaoyao sighed and did not say any more.
Jiao Xiaoliu gave a big smile and gave Shaoyao a big hug, "I know, Sister Shaoyao."
Shaoyao patted Jiao Xiaoliu's back gently, "Silly girl, take care of yourself, Sister Shaoyao is gone."
Jiao Xiaoliu's nose felt sour, and she gave a dull "hmm", "Say hello to Aunt Yun for me."
"Yes." Shaoyao pushed Jiao Xiaoliu away, patted her shoulder, and left without looking back. Jiao Xiaoliu lowered his head and sighed, "Sister Shaoyao, after this goodbye, I hope we can see you again."
Feng Qianchen sat behind the desk with his eyes half closed, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table the way Jiao Xiaoliu did on weekdays, "Bu Qingyun, how are things going?"
"Go back to the prince, everything has been done." Bu Qingyun answered Feng Qianchen's question with a serious face, but he kept muttering in his heart, "The prince and the princess look more and more like each other."
Feng Qianchen suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Bu Qingyun coldly, "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking? Don't dare to think about it again," Feng Qianchen's eyes contained a hint of joking, "Be careful of me.
Your lifetime wages."
Bu Qingyun immediately looked sad, "I don't dare anymore." But he was extremely excited in his heart. He wished he could follow Feng Qianchen for the rest of his life.
Jiao Xiaoliu did not go back, but avoided the secret guards of the palace and climbed out over the wall. She felt very depressed and just wanted to relax, but she did not expect to meet Master Wukong again in front of the Yingxian Pavilion.
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Master Wukong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, female donor, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you?"
Jiao Xiaoliu smiled bitterly and imitated Master Wukong by clasping his hands together, "What Master said is very worldly."
"Hahaha..." Master Wukong stroked his beard, "Since I have a fate with the female benefactor, let's find a place to talk about it. Although the poor monk is not talented, he can help you answer the confusion in your heart to some extent."
Jiao Xiaoliu twitched the corners of his lips, "What Master said is against the precepts."
Master Wukong raised his long eyebrows, "I would like to hear the details."
"As a Buddhist disciple, he actually said that he was destined to have a relationship with a female benefactor. Isn't that a violation of the sexual precept?" Jiao Xiaoliu asked, shaking his head.
Master Wukong nodded, "The female donor forgot something, emptiness is color, and color is emptiness."
Jiao Xiaoliu waved his hand with a look of disgust on his face, "I won't tell you anymore. I can't tell you anything anyway." Jiao Xiaoliu straightened his expression and saluted Master Wukong very piously, "Just as you said.
, find a place to help this disciple resolve the doubts in his heart."
Before time travel, Jiao Xiaoliu might never have believed in the existence of gods and Buddhas in the world, but now, she dare not say anything. At least she no longer thinks that her time travel is an accident. This should be the so-called dark world.
There is a definite number in it.
Master Wukong was not polite and accepted Jiao Xiaoliu's salute generously, "Where are you going?"
Jiao Xiaoliu rolled his eyes, "Can't the dark place I went to last time be allowed?"
"That is a place for poor monks to practice. Besides, your soul cannot leave your body for a long time." Master Wukong shook his head and rejected Jiao Xiaoliu's proposal.
