Demon Concubine in charge: Evil Emperor, don't spoil

Chapter 1205 is Buddhist scriptures, not poetry
In Fengyuan Temple.

"Where did you get the sesame oil money?"

Shanxuan looked at Qiangyue in front of him, his eyes became darker and darker, and his originally good-looking plain hands clenched tightly.

"You don't need to worry about it."

Qiang Yue lowered her head, but Shan Xuan vaguely saw hickey marks from her half-covered clothes...

His eyes became darker and darker, he condensed the atmosphere around him, looked at the person in front of him, his voice was hoarse, "I don't know how the female benefactor supports herself?"

"Women, when you're young, don't you rely on your looks?"

Qiang Yue raised her face stubbornly, looked at the person in front of her and said.

While Shanxuan didn't speak for a long time, Qiang Yue could vaguely feel that this man, who seemed to be calm in the ancient well, was angry.

"You go, the poor monk can no longer read scriptures for you."

"Why?"

"I can't transform you." Shanxuan lowered his eyes, then knelt down in front of the Buddha, dressed in snow-white cassock, with beautiful and clear eyebrows.

This is his home.

What Qiang Yue is most afraid of is the current him. The original extremely clean eyebrows and eyes made her feel that this should not be polluted by the world of mortals.

But now, when she is really no longer polluted by the world of mortals, she knows what it means to be heartbroken.

"If you don't save me, then I'll try to see if I can use my young skin to rebuild Fengyuan Temple."

After saying this, even Shan Xuan couldn't bear it anymore.

"You go back earlier." For the first time, Shanxuan became angry.

But Qiang Yue smiled, with some coquettish eyes, and said, "It's just a skin, as long as I don't care, this world of mortals has nothing to do with me."

"Absurd."

Shanxuan's eyes were radiant with coolness, his heart that was really quiet, was really fluctuating again because of this woman.

Afterwards, Qiang Yue supported her waist, then glanced at Shanxuan, and said, "Okay, Master Shanxuan, I have to continue looking for sesame oil money."

He subconsciously wanted to speak, but finally stopped.

But my hands are trembling all the time...

It shouldn't be like this.

On the second day, there were more and more red marks on Qiang Yue's body, that is, other people looked at her with disgust.

Only Shanxuan looked at her, his eyes dimmed, and then he turned up his own book of poetry and read it to the person in front of him.

"Master Shanxuan, you read it wrong. It's a Buddhist scripture, not a poem."

And Shanxuan glanced at Qiangyue, "The benefactor is better off listening to the Book of Songs."

Still so domineering, even if he became a monk.

Qiang Yue also followed him, and then let him read.

After a long time, Qiang Yue stiffened.

In this book of poems, there are many... love poems.

"Master Shanxuan, can you tell me the meaning of this poem?"

Shanxuan raised his eyes to look at Qiangyue, but he was going to change the book, "If you don't like it, then you can change the book."

"No, I want it."

Qiang Yue continued.

Shanxuan's voice is nice, and he knew it when he was still Rong Yuan.

Reading it now, even if it is seldom endowed with emotion, it is still fascinating.

"Master, is Hong Chen not good?"

"The world of mortals is good, but there are concerns everywhere."

Shan Xuan continued.

And Qiang Yue nodded, and said, "If there is too much, it is worrying, and if there is very little, it may be a burden. Isn't it?"

"It depends on what the benefactor thinks."

Shanxuan lowered his head and put away the Book of Songs.

"I don't think much about it anymore. Now I still have a little concern, but...it's not important anymore."

(End of this chapter)