Ghostly Masked Prince Xiao: Pampering and Spoiling the Little Adorable Consort

As the smoke billowed, the man came forward, the silver mask couldn't see clearly, and she saw a faint look of worry through those dark eyes.

As if walking in the desert for too long, the oasis that I saw suddenly seemed to drift in the vast sea, and suddenly a lonely boat floated.

There is a reliance on the heart and a lingering fear in the heart, and this moment floods the heart.

But she seemed to think of something. She pursed her lips and turned away from looking at him.

Someone immediately saw her standing there unharmed, and the hanging heart finally landed at this time, Lema flew down, and in a hurry, walked quickly to her, his eyes passed the wound on the horse, and it was just a stone's throw away. The city wall already saw the emergency situation at a glance. Looking down at the person in front of her, she couldn't help raising her hand and stroking her head. "Are there any injuries?"

Chu Qingyan stubbornly did not respond to him, and bowed his fingers.

Xiao Xu didn't know what she was awkward for. Her usual lack of patience was used on her. Now she looks good, but her temper is frowned, and she is about to scold her.

But sharply saw a two bean-shaped teardrop rolling down the back of her entangled hand, and instantly blossomed, splashed on the ground, buried in dust, a little dark.

Xiao Xu froze slightly. He didn't watch people cry. On the battlefield, the tears of life and death were separated from each other, and the tears of remorse and regret were passed. However, it was the first time I saw someone crying, and I was slightly panicked. It was not that I had not seen her tears. Xu was such a strong person. For the first time, I saw her crying as if the whole world had abandoned her.

Sadness pervaded her heart, Chu Qingyan raised her hand and wiped the tears on her face, but the more she wiped, the more she finally gave up.

Xiao Xu couldn't help comforting her. The staff had never written about how to deal with such a situation. Finally, with instinct and a long hand, she embraced her and learned the ways of women and children to soothe the child. Lightly patted her back.

But I didn't want to, this embrace seemed to let Chu Qingyan find the point of venting, tears like flooding river water, wet most of his clothes.

I thought she would be calm because of her own comfort, but unexpectedly the opposite. She was always in control of the situation, and the person in power had no idea what to do with such a petite child for the first time.

"The female donor might have been frightened, just go back and drink some medicine to scream." The monk in white folded his hands and suggested.

Xiao Xu then noticed the people in front of him. Although he was holding Chu Qingyan, he didn't feel embarrassed, and looked at him coldly, "Master Xuanjian, don't come."

"His Royal Highness, how is it going to be in the near future?" Xuanjian was not dissatisfied because the other party ignored him, and his expression was still brilliant.

"Taking care of the blessing of the master, the king is free from illness and disaster, and it is a smooth life! However, the master has not seen for many days, it seems that his skills have become more sophisticated, congratulations to the master." Xiao Xu faintly replied.

"Gongfa is nothing more than recuperation, and there is no joy at all." Xu Xuan said with a smile on his lips, but it was dreamlike and could not see the sadness and joy in it. His eyes fell on the person in Xiao Xuhuai's eyes, slowly, "This female donor wants to be the future princess, and the poor monk congratulates his highness, but the poor monk has something to give to his highness."

"Master, but it doesn't matter." Xiao Xu's mind was on the person in his arms. At this moment, he heard his false opinion and raised his eyebrow slightly to look at him.

"His highness, love, parting, resentment, and letting go. There is nothing like it. But it is full of empty flowers and all illusions. The poor monk advised his highness not to be too persistent, and the poor monk said that, Amitabha." Recite.

False opinion is a well-known monk who is famous all over the world. Although he is not very old, he is highly respected by the royal people of all countries. He can get a mantra, which can be said to be a blessing of three sounds.

However, Xiao Xu did not believe in gods and Buddhas, but he did not reject them either. After hearing this, he didn't take it to heart and thanked him.

And when Chu Qingyan buried in Xiao Xu's arms heard what Xuanjian said, he was a little stunned. Could it be that this Xuanyan is a magic stick? Seeing his Buddha nature, is it possible to be like those people in the world who don't do monks in monk clothes?

This thought of Chu Qingyan stopped crying and realized her change. Xiao Xu pulled her out of her arms and lowered her head to her, "Let's go!"

Watching Xiao Xu pull the horse over, Chu Qingyan knew how she would return to the palace, and then bowed her head and walked forward, but as soon as she landed, there was a heartache in her bare feet, and she exclaimed and crooked.

The person standing next to her helped her a hand, and Chu Qingyan was immediately surrounded by the clear sandalwood. She subconsciously looked up and happened to hear his voice fall, "Be careful."

Xiao Xu also heard the movement, strode forward, glanced at her pain in biting her lip, immediately squatted down, inspected her right foot, but found that her ankle was swollen and tall.

Chu Qingyan looked down and was taken aback. He didn't expect it to be so serious. It must have been twisted when he was dodging people in black. Only then did he feel a little uncomfortable, probably because he could not escape and panic. The pain is so pronounced when you relax.

Xiao Xu felt that the injury could not last for a long time. He didn't think about it. He took Chu Qingyan from Xuanjian, and bent his hands slightly under her ribs and calf, and easily lifted her.

"Master, thank you for saving the King today, and thank you again." Xiao Xu nodded slightly to Xuan Jian, then flew on the horse, holding her in front with one hand, holding the reins in one hand, and trailing with him. Those who came quickly headed towards the city.

Falsely seeing the two figures leaving, with a look of indifference, he realized in Chu Qingyan that there was a breath that was not here. It was a lonely soul from another country, which would one day disappear into the world, so he calculated Xiao Xu and She had no fate, and she was an orphan. Only then did she speak out to remind Xiao Xu that her gains and losses were not measured, and she would not tangle.

With all that said, what the **** depends on the relationship between the two.

He turned to leave, but heard that something seemed to break, and in a split second, he saw the wooden beads on his wrists spread out, and after a while they rolled down to the ground.

He frowned as the wooden beads rolled. Xu was the only one who encountered Chu's hairpin when she was helping Fuchu's face. This was gifted to him by the master when he went out to the temple three years ago and said he was in trouble. related.

When the last wooden beads were still, he moved slightly between his eyebrows. The eighteen wooden beads scattered seemingly messy and without rules, but formed a rare hexagram. He could not help but count.

Chu Qingyan's angle just saw the figure getting farther and farther behind.

A white coat is not pure white. It is embroidered with fine black Sanskrit. It moves with the wind, and the dust enters the world, as if to go back by wind.

When his eyes moved upwards, Chu Qingyan's face was slightly puzzled. At this time, the sacred eyes that seemed to be waveless seemed to have a layer of astonishment.