Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 756 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (8)

Looking from a distance, the abbot, the abbot, was dressed in a plain red cassock, holding a Buddhist staff, standing at the front of a group of disciples.

In the open space in front of the gate of Daxiangguo Temple, everyone was waiting with their heads bowed. It was so quiet that they dared not make a sound.

Yun Si's eyes were sharp, and she saw the big tree on the other side, and Yingchun was still watching quietly, walking around with her head down from time to time, with an anxious expression on her face.

"Aww!" The little white tiger, who had finally calmed down, yelled again.

The handsome and handsome Emperor dismounted, hugged the limp little white tiger in his arms, and glanced at the kneeling people with calm and prestige.

Eunuch Wang, the chief eunuch who was serving, hurriedly shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live——"

The crowd shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live——"

The flags are flying, and the bright yellow symbolizes the color of noble status, as if fused with the supreme sun.

This is where the majesty of the royal family lies, and no disrespect is allowed.

In unison, the momentum is huge, and the soldiers with strict military discipline even kneel down in exactly the same way.

The young emperor raised his hand, and all the talents returned to their original appearance of standing upright. Even the officials with fat stomachs shrunk their stomachs and tried to stand up straight.

I'm afraid that if the emperor looks at it, if he is unhappy, his stomach will be cut off.

When His Majesty the Emperor arrived, the head abbot, the abbot, put his palms together and bowed to the man in front of him.

The voice was still calm and calm, with a bit of compassion, "Welcome Your Majesty."

Since monks have become monks, they are naturally not disturbed by secular etiquette.

Buddhism pays attention to the equality of all beings, so even in the face of the noble emperor, there is no need to kneel down, just bow.

The man's sword eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his phoenix eyes were full of power, and his pair of black eyes were even more unfathomable, as cold as winter.

He caressed the limp little white tiger lying in his arms, glanced at the people in the temple, and asked lightly,
"Where's Chu Yang?"

As soon as the three light words fell, the originally limp white tiger suddenly moved its ears.

It's really... bad...

It closes its eyes.

Hearing this, the abbot abbot turned around and took a look.

After looking at it, it turned out that Princess Chu Yang did not appear.

It is a big taboo that the emperor arrives but the princess does not welcome him.

The abbot asked the monk in charge, and the monk in charge also asked three questions.

A sharp-eyed girl saw Yingchun, a maid hiding under a big tree, and the guards arrested her without mercy.

"Where's the princess?" The handsome and unparalleled emperor looked down at her and asked calmly and coldly again.

The tone is light, and the joy and anger in it can be heard by anyone.

He is like this, the more he is like this, the more he can force people to break out in cold sweat.

The invisible oppression, with him as the center, spread, until Yingchun's hands trembled, his eyes dodged, his voice stuttered,
"Go back. Back to Your Majesty, Her Majesty, Her Majesty, she is here"

Yingchun was anxious and scared, tears were about to fall.

"Ow!"

The little white tiger, who had been sitting still all this time, jumped from the emperor's arms to the ground when he was caught off guard.

The young emperor's eyebrows jumped, and he grabbed its tail in an instant.

As a result, its tail was too slippery, and the chubby little white tiger broke free immediately.

The small body like a black and white dumpling has an excellent sense of balance.

In three or two strokes, he climbed up the big tree next to him and ran along the branches.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was left behind, had deep eyes and gloomy brows.

At this moment, Yingchun quickly raised her head, and took a look at the man's face. Her savage gaze was as sharp as a blade, like a blood-stained ghost who came from hell, and her body was icy cold.

Yingchun was so frightened that she suddenly lowered her head, tears falling straight down.

Ruined.
(End of this chapter)