Chapter 951
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Seeing the Empress's tough attitude, Shen Wanqing didn't dare to disobey and slowly sat back on the bed.
When the Empress left the door, she saw a young man waiting not far away. The young man was tall and slender, wearing a snow-white monk robe. His long black hair contrasted with his snow-white skin.
The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was dazzling and beautiful. His peach blossom eyes were bewitching and evil. It was hard to imagine how stunning he would be if he wore red makeup.
The Empress's eyes darkened slightly, and her red lips were cold and hard.
The young man in front of her seemed to have seen her. Yan Fan walked over slowly and put his beautiful slender hands together. "Amitabha, this little monk greets the Empress."
Yan Fan was about to raise his head and withdraw his hands, but he heard the Empress say coldly, "Did I allow you to raise your head?"
He paused, raised his eyebrows slightly, and lowered his head quietly and leisurely. His attitude was calm, as if he didn't feel embarrassed or embarrassed at all. This made the Empress even more unhappy.
She sneered, "Raise your head."
The young man in front of her slowly raised his head and put his hands together. The faint smile on his face was neither angry nor angry, which made the Empress feel very uncomfortable.
The Empress looked at him with an ambiguous expression and said coldly, "You look like a good person. As a monk, your six senses are not pure. This Master is really powerful. "
In the face of the Empress' mockery, Yan Fan's expression was neither hurried nor slow. The smile on his face was calm and unhurried. "Amitabha. Life is unpredictable. No one can predict what they will encounter in the future.
"Master is already a monk, but you are also involved in the mortal world and have an ambiguous relationship with my daughter. Aren't you afraid that Buddha will be angry?"
"Humans have emotions, so do Bodhisattvas and Buddhas." Yan Fan readily agreed.
Hearing Yan Fan's words, the Empress was unhappy. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Your mouth is very sharp."
Yan Fan put his hands together and smiled casually. "The Empress is overpraising me. This little monk is a bit embarrassed."
The Empress sneered. How shameless!
"The Sanskrit Temple is a place of monastic discipline. To be able to raise someone like Master, it really is an eye-opener for me."
"Your Majesty is overpraising me. This old monk has always been proud of this."
The Empress flicked her sleeves and left.
Looking at the Empress's departing figure, Yan Fan's frivolous smile disappeared, and a trace of darkness appeared in his ink-blue eyes.
He sensed a clear hostility from the Empress, and it was not the hostility of a mother protecting her daughter.
Instead, it was very obvious that they were rivals in love.
When he sensed this unusual hostility, Yan Fan was a little surprised.
Yan Fan's fingers tightened around his sleeves as he turned around and entered the room unhurriedly. It seemed like he had to ask his Qingqing about the relationship between her and the Empress.
Yan Fan's eyes darkened. His dark blue eyes seemed a little dangerous.
But when he entered, he saw the girl lying on the bed waving at him pitifully with tears in her eyes.
Yan Fan suddenly panicked. He hurriedly walked over. "What's wrong, did the Empress hit you?"
Yan Fan's brows furrowed tightly, and his expression was cold.
"Ah?"
Yan Fan's words made Shen Wanqing pause. "What? What do you mean the Empress hit me? "
Seeing this, he frowned slightly. "If she didn't, why are you crying?"
The girl in front of him pouted. "I'm going to die of bitterness ~"
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