Princess, please don't be a demon

Chapter 177 The Old Monk Said A Perfect Match
She got up from the chair, pulled the silent man behind her to sit in her position, and handed the pen to Qian Feihan.

"Your Highness, come and write down your birth date."

Qian Feihan pursed her lips.

After living two lifetimes, he couldn't be more clear, but... for the sake of Yun Weilan's curiosity, he simply wrote down his birthday on the paper very quickly.

Jing Wu took it with a smile and kindly, while stroking his smooth head, he stared at Qian Feihan's birth date.

"Your Highness will definitely have a wonderful relationship!"

"What kind of romantic fate? Where is His Highness's marriage?" Yun Weilan asked eagerly again.

It seems that she is more fanatical than Qian Feihan.

The man glanced at her, hooked his gorgeous thin lips, and remained silent.

Jing Wu smiled, his brows and eyes were crooked, and he seemed to be more kind and kind.

"This person is far away in the sky and close in front of me! This woman must be Fengming, and the lucky star of His Highness."

"Who the hell is it!" The girl on the side frowned more and more as she listened, her eyes were fixed on the old monk in front of her.

It's not that he doesn't understand the monk's implication, she is the only woman in this Yuelao temple, right in front of her eyes, isn't she? ? ? ?

But she still asked again without giving up.

"Female benefactor, I'm afraid your birthday horoscope is a false report, why don't you write it again, how about the poor monk counting the marriage for the two of you?"

Hearing the monk's words, Yun Weilan stubbornly refused to admit it: "Nonsense, this is my birthday..."

"I'll give you a date of birth, you count." The man's indifferent voice interrupted her.

Yun Weilan thought to herself, is he calculating whether his son's mother's birth date fits him or not?

She sneaked over to look at it, but saw the man's handwriting flying flying on the paper, and after seeing the handwriting on the paper clearly, she almost didn't fail!
That's... her birthday!
He really remembered it clearly.

Master Jingwu took it and stared at the horoscope on the two pieces of paper for a long, long time.

Yun Weilan asked weakly, "How?"

She felt that her heart was already beating wildly, and she was afraid of getting a horrifying answer——

Just listen to Monk Jingwu say: "Perfect match!"

Yun Weilan: "..."

There was a satisfied smile on the corner of Qian Feihan's lips.

Only Qingyang and Qingxuan who followed behind were still unaware of the mystery, but seeing their Highness's satisfied expression, they thought... the future princess must be the certain woman His Highness is chasing after.

……

When she came out of Yuelao Temple, Yun Weilan was very silent.

As she was walking, she realized that the man in the green ink robe had gone a long way. She gritted her teeth and quickly followed his footsteps.

Didn't he say that he didn't have a crush on her at all?

But he was so obvious that he even wrote her birth date to the master to calculate the marriage.

The most deceitful thing is that the old monk also said "perfect match".

She caught up with Qian Feihan, cleared her throat, and was about to say something, but the man spoke before her.

"I found out about Yun Weitong's news alone, and it's in Jizhou."

As soon as these words came out, Yun Weilan was startled.

"Why, don't you want to go?"

There was a smile in the man's dark pupils, light, elegant, and... gentle and pampering.

Yun Weilan nodded, "Go, I'll go! You take me with you?"

"Well, I happen to be alone to see King Ji."

King Ji is the emperor's cousin, and it is said that this prince has a good relationship with Qian Zhenhong.

The princes in South Vietnam are enfeoffed, so each prince has his own fief, and the prince is allowed to build soldiers and horses on his fief.

In fact, she has always felt that this is a hidden danger. Anyone who has studied history in modern times knows that this kind of system will definitely create opportunities for princes to rebel.

　There are two more days left to write, good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)