This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

Tsing Yi stopped Jiuyin White Bone Claw, not because of cowardice, but because this man definitely had a temper and threw her on the spot.

Just kidding, she’s not stupid, why would she give the other party the chance to make a fool of herself?

The more we went up, the more foggy the mountains, and the cold wind came from all directions, blowing the clammy and biting cold on people’s faces.

It was clearly early autumn, but it was like winter on this mountain.

“Bah, it’s really evil. The mountain wind has been blowing for a long time, so the fog has not disappeared at all.” The drunkard spit, and always felt that the gloomy fog made people uncomfortable.

He was one of the two injured. After the ‘corpse water’ gastric lavage and face application yesterday, he woke up this morning and was in good shape. The ulcerated parts of his face also grew tender meat. Although it looked a little scary, But there was nothing wrong with him.

In his words, he wouldn’t be drunk if he went back to the Chunfeng Tower in the capital for three days and three nights!

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The rest of the people were amazed when they saw it, and some of them felt a little remorse. It seems that the eldest princess really didn’t fool people yesterday. That ‘corpse water’ is indeed a good thing. If I knew they would not be disgusted, I would go and touch it. .

The sinister laughter came from behind, and when the drunkard turned around, he saw the fake Wangji staring at them with a sneer, squinting eyes vicious like a snake spitting out a letter.

“How dare you laugh, you monster?!” The alcoholic raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach.

When I saw this guy, I got angry. The ghosts they made did so many things that hurt the world and the law. Not to mention the death of the third child, he and Zhang Zi almost went to see the king of hell.

Wang Jitong was hunched on the ground, and the whole person curled up into shrimp. A few young novices watched, silently reciting Amitabha, but no one stopped him.

Knowing the truth, they dislike counterfeiters no less than others.

Qiu Yu frowned and glanced: “Okay, don’t kill people, the eldest princess said that if you want to kill, you have to wait until you go up the mountain.”

Wang Ji shivered on the ground, and was quickly dragged up again. He was tied with ropes and couldn’t break free, and his lowered eyes were full of viciousness.

After you go up the mountain, it’s your time of death!

Don’t even try to escape!

Especially the **** the eldest princess! He must take off her beauty skin and make a paper kite.

He seemed to have thought of the beautiful scene where his revenge would be avenged, and Wang Ji giggled again, only to get another kick in his vest.

“Oops!”

This guy threw a dog and ate shit, his forehead hit the ground, and passed out.

“No, I can’t resist fighting like that.” The drunkard spread his hands innocently.

Qiu Yu turned around and gave him a roll of eyes, and she was stunned and carried it away!

Tsing Yi put his arms around Xiao Jue’s neck, and played with the long hair on his shoulders with one hand, his mind was flying, even if Xiaobai’s face was good-looking, and his hair was so smooth, it was no wonder that Fat Cat would suspect that he was a mountain spirit.

I’m afraid that those foxes who have become elites don’t have such looks like him.

Xiao Jue carried her on his back and still walked as fast as he could, like a leisurely walk in the courtyard, but he was freehand and good-looking, and his breathing was not disturbed at all from beginning to end.

It’s just that his face is itchy from time to time, but someone has been playing with his hair. The blue silk was twisted around and around her jade-like fingertips, and the tail of her hair swept across his face from time to time.

“Don’t make trouble.”

Tsing Yi glanced down, thinking of his aching buttocks, and he felt revenge again. If he didn’t hear it, he lifted his wrist upwards, deliberately brushing his ears with the hair.

Xiao Jue looked back at her coldly.

Tsing Yi immediately wrapped his arms around his neck and pinched his waist with his legs. You raised your eyebrows proudly, not in the slightest, to see if you have the ability to throw the old lady down.

Xiao Jue pursed his lips and turned his head, his eyes lowered and he couldn’t help laughing. She’s a really confusing girl. She’s obviously arrogant and mature, and she likes to do pranks that only children play.

Draw a **** on a person’s face, with his hair scratching his ears and eyes, what kind of words?

“Prince Regent, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?” The woman’s voice suddenly floated.

Xiao Jue’s eyes moved slightly, “This king only believes that there are ghosts in people’s hearts.”

Tsing Yi looked sarcastic, staring at the back of his head, uncertain. Is this little white face really thinking like this, or did she deliberately say it to put aside her doubts?

The further you go, the steeper the mountain road and the slippery underground. It doesn’t look like a road that people pass by all year round.

Xiao Jue glanced in the direction of the top of the mountain, the layers of fog were stacked up, and even the light from the sky seemed thin.

Donghua Temple, coming soon.

Qiu Yu interrogated Wang Ji overnight, but he didn’t get much useful information out of his mouth. But after this encounter, Qiu Yu felt that Tsing Yi was unfathomable.

Everyone walked through the mountain fog and finally reached their destination. Standing under the gate of Donghua Temple, the constant chill in the mountains seemed to fade away, and the sky light came down again.

Qiu Yu and the others breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the temple gate under the sunlight, thinking, did they think too much? This Donghua Temple is illuminated by the Buddha, isn’t it as gloomy as Jirenzhai?

Tsing Yi fell asleep on Xiao Jue’s back, but when she got here, she woke up and turned around.

“Oh, it’s kind of interesting.”

The ghosts in the mountains have disappeared without a trace, and the Buddha’s light is also real, and it really looks like a treasure temple.

That’s weird.

Xiao Jue heard her muttering, and his eyes moved faintly.

With a creak, the temple door opened. A group of monks filed out from the inside, and the old monk, headed by him, came hurriedly in a cassock.

“Lao Na Jiechi sees His Royal Highness the eldest princess and pays respects to the regent.” Jiechi folded his hands together, with a gentle smile on his face, “The princess and the prince have had a hard trip, and the temple has prepared a Zen meal.”

After Jie Chi finished speaking, he raised his head and saw Tsing Yi lying on Xiao Jue’s back, stunned for a moment. His brows were lightly wrinkled, but they were hidden in an instant.

However, Tsing Yi was very keen to see a bit of disgust in his eyes.

The most important place in Buddhism is to clarify the rules. Even if it is not here, it would be very rude to have Tsing Yi carried by Xiao Jue. It is inevitable to make people feel that a princess of a country has no virtue.

In this regard, someone rolled his eyes without concealment, and maintained his own ruthless character.

On the contrary, Xiao Jue tilted his head and glanced at her small expression and found it very interesting, but this girl didn’t pay attention to etiquette education at all.

The atmosphere outside the temple was weird.

Qiu Yu and the others all looked on guard when they saw Ji Chi and the others, and all the monks in Donghua Temple, who were always ready to do something, were perplexed.

Qing Yi suddenly turned her head and shook her head at Qiu Yu and the others.

Ok? Is this abbot not a monster? Qiu Yu made a gesture with her left hand behind her back, and then the guards who were waiting in an array relaxed.

Jie Chi had doubts on his face, and the monk beside him suddenly screamed and pointed at the drunkard’s back: “Zen Master Wangji!”

Wangji never woke up after knocking his head, the drunkard was reluctant, but he could only carry the goods on his back.

“It’s really Wangji, how could he become like this…” Jie Chi was startled and looked at Xiao Jue and the others subconsciously.

“Old monk, are you sure he is the Wangji you know?”