The Emperor's Favorite: Miss Jinghong II

Chapter 110 Wishing to win someone with the same heart (5)
The hands were tightened, I knew Wan Chenghuan must be very speechless, but I knew his character.He secretly smiled in his heart, but he didn't care about Wan Chenghuan's face that had already turned green.

The flow of people continued to surge, and we had no choice but to follow them. I looked around and saw that everyone was wearing masks of all kinds, but I didn't see Tang Zeng or Monkey King.

I shook my head, this is a lot of lost business opportunities, who said that there is no such a superficial dynasty, but the pig's head is quite suitable for Wan Qihuan.

I snickered and squinted at Wan Chenghuan, unexpectedly meeting his probing eyes, "What is Qin Er laughing at?"

"Call me my wife." I raised my throat and said with a playful smile.

"My lady." Wan Chenghuan whispered, shyly like a little daughter-in-law.

"What, I can't hear you." I put my hand next to my ear and pretended to say.

Wan Chenghuan refused, and suddenly walked forward quickly.

I trotted to catch up, this Wan Tuhuan really was cast in the wrong mother's womb, so like a girl's family.I followed behind him in embarrassment, panting.

After walking for a while, a large temple appeared in front of me, with khaki walls and a fenced yard.

There were a lot of men and women gathered outside, and only then did I realize that the crowd was coming here, "Sir, this seems to be a temple." I went to Wan Chenghuan and grabbed his clothes and said.

The body was constantly being rubbed and crowded. I watched a couple of men and women go to a monk and took two red ribbons, and then wrote something on them, and then walked together towards a big locust tree in front of the temple. It turned out to be a marriage tree, I nodded slightly, it turned out to be like this.

"Master, let's go too!" I took Wan Chenghuan's hand and ran towards the monk quickly. The two of us walked up to the monk and asked for two red ribbons. We were about to leave, but the monk stopped him. After a pause, he seemed to be sizing me up again, and said for a while, "You two benefactors, wait a minute."

Both Wan Tenghuan and I turned our heads curiously, and looked at the monk in dark yellow cloth who stood up politely, "Amitabha, can this benefactor wait a moment, the poor monk dares to ask the benefactor a few words, is it possible? "

I looked back at Wan Chenghuan in surprise, but I still walked up to the monk and bowed deeply to him, "Master, please tell me something."

Seeing the monk in front of me holding the gold leaf in one hand and holding it up in the other, with a look of arrogance to all sentient beings in his eyes, I couldn't help but feel that most of the people in front of me looked like Fa Hai, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

"It's not in this life, why bother to struggle, benefactor, this poor monk will give you a word." The bald monk suddenly lowered his head and lifted the brush in front of him, and swiped it vigorously. I just looked at Wan Chenghuan, but I felt a little scared in my heart. This feeling is so strange that even he himself can't describe it. Wan Chenghuan frowned, but stood with his hands behind his back. He focused on the words written by the monk without saying a word.

After the monk finished writing, he handed me the white rice paper respectfully. I just came back to my senses and smiled all over my face, but when I saw the huge word 'no', my heart suddenly became cold again.

(End of this chapter)