There was a light smile on Ying Qian's lips.

Pulling Du Yan's sleeves, he raised his eyebrows and deliberately teased him:

"Sir Du Yan, you just rejected a young woman. If you think about it in the future, will you regret it?"

The soft wind blew through her hair.

Roll up a wisp of rose scent.

Fragrant and lingering.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Du Yan's lips and he said;

"If you are worried, keep an eye on me."

"Ouch!"

Yingqian was stunned.

He came close to Du Yan, stood on tiptoes, and bumped his shoulder.

"A monk can also say such things? Are you ashamed?"

"Don't make trouble."

The smile in Du Yan's eyes became even bigger.

Although he said this, his tone was gentle.

The doting love in his eyes merged into a vast ocean.

Yingqian accidentally caught his sight and became a little lost.

Maybe the sun is too dry.

Her cheeks felt a little warm for no reason.

Hastily changing the topic, Yingqian asked casually:

"By the way, Master Du Yan, what's going on?"

"I helped someone unintentionally before, and he wanted to repay him. I couldn't refuse, so I accepted an order."

"Who?"

"The emperor of the dynasty."

Yingqian blinked.

It took a while before she came back to her senses.

"What?!"

The person Du Yan helped was actually the current emperor?!

Why could he speak so lightly?

The tone was light and airy.

It was as if he didn't take it seriously.

Too.

Use Duyan’s temperament.

Don't say it's the emperor.

Even if I saw Tathagata Buddha descending to earth with my own eyes, I probably wouldn’t even blink one more time.

This person must have been a piece of wood in his previous life.

Du Yan asked the hawker on the roadside, bought a pack of sugar-roasted chestnuts, peeled one, and delivered it to Ying Qian, saying:

"The person you are looking for is in Jingzhao Yin Mansion."

"Smoke and cloud?"

Yingqian didn't pick it up.

Instead, he opened his mouth and chuckled:

"You feed me."

This is the main street.

There are many passers-by coming and going.

Yingqian just wanted to tease Du Yan, but seeing this serious monk, he was so embarrassed.

But he actually raised his head.

Put the chestnut into Yingqian's mouth.

The fingertips brushed against his lips.

He gently knocked the tip of his teeth.

It was as if a tiny flame was igniting.

All the way from the corners of my lips, it burned all over my body.

Ying took a bite of the chestnut and realized later that the monk had done it on purpose.

"you..."

"This way."

Du Yan blocked Ying Qian's words.

He took her hand and changed the direction.

Fingers intertwined.

Du Yan's palms are broad.

It was easy to wrap her hand completely.

Walking hand in hand with a monk on the street, it feels really...

And strange.

And it’s fucking exciting.

The corners of Ying Qian's lips were raised unconsciously. She caught up with Du Yan and said:

"Monk, you took advantage of me!"

Du Yan coughed slightly and lowered his eyes, hiding the flash of smile in his eyes. He held Ying Qian's hand more firmly and said softly:

"Between you and me, it's..."

"Already what?"

Ying Qian blinked and wanted to break away from Du Yan's hand, but his grip was too tight and every joint was tightly locked.

Just make it once.

You can feel the subtle pain.

But even so, Du Yan had no intention of letting go.

He said:

"You have met my master, so you have received the order from your parents, so..."

Duyan's skin is not thick enough after all.

He hasn't finished a sentence yet.

The auricles were already covered with a thin red color.

"So, is this why you took me to see your master?"

Only then did Ying Qian suddenly realize.

I thought to myself, this monk has a lot on his mind.

It's just that it's hidden too deeply.

It's hard to fathom.

Yingqian wanted to ask a few more questions.

Du Yan had stopped walking and said::

"Zhaoyin Mansion, here we are."

There is Du Yan here.

Before even having a cup of tea, Jing Zhaoyin trotted all the way to the door in person.

He is also quite an official.

But in front of Du Yan.
To be continued...