Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 756 The Tyrant's Little Princess (8)

  Looking from a distance, the abbot, the abbot, was dressed in a plain red cassock, holding a Buddhist staff, standing in front of a group of disciples.

  In the open space in front of the gate of Daxiangguo Temple, everyone was waiting with their heads bowed. It was silent, not daring to make a sound.

  Yun Si's eyes were sharp, and she saw the big tree on the other side. Yingchun was still watching quietly, walking around with her head down from time to time, with an anxious expression on her face.

   "Ow!" The little white tiger, who had finally calmed down, yelled again.

  The handsome and handsome emperor dismounted, hugged the limp little white tiger in his arms, and glanced at the kneeling people with calm and prestige.

  The chief **** Wang Gonggong who was serving hurriedly shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

  The crowd shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

  Flying flags, bright yellow symbolizes the color of noble status, as if fused with the supreme sun.

   This is the majesty of the royal family, and no disrespect is allowed.

   All the soldiers in unison, with great momentum and strict military discipline, even kneeled in exactly the same way.

  The young emperor raised his hand, and all the talents returned to their original standing upright. Even the officials with fat stomachs shrunk their stomachs and tried to stand up straight.

   I was afraid that the emperor would look at it, and if he was unhappy, his stomach would be cut off.

  His Majesty the Emperor arrived, and the head abbot, the abbot, clasped his hands together and bowed to the man in front of him.

  The voice was still calm and calm, with a bit of compassion, "Welcome Your Majesty."

  Since a monk has become a monk, he is naturally not disturbed by secular etiquette.

  Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, so even in the face of the noble emperor, there is no need to kneel down, just bow.

  The man's sword-shaped eyebrows are on his temples, his phoenix eyes are powerful, and his black eyes are even more unfathomable, as cold as winter.

  He caressed the limp little white tiger lying in his arms, glanced at the people in the temple, and asked lightly,

   "Where's Chu Yang?"

   As soon as the three light words fell, the originally listless white tiger suddenly moved its ears.

   It's... oops...

  It closes its eyes.

  The abbot abbot heard the words, turned around and took a look.

   After looking at it, it turned out that Princess Chu Yang did not appear.

  The emperor arrived, but the princess did not welcome him. This is a big taboo.

  The abbot asked the monk in charge, and the monk in charge didn't know anything.

   A sharp-eyed girl saw Yingchun, a maid hiding under a big tree, and the guards arrested her without mercy.

   "Where is the princess?" His Majesty the Emperor looked down at her, and asked calmly and coldly again.

  The tone is light, and anyone can hear the joy and anger in it.

  He is like this, the more he is like this, the more he can force people to break out in a cold sweat.

  The invisible oppression, centered on him, spread, until Yingchun's hands trembled, his eyes dodged, his voice stuttered,

   "Hui Hui. Back to Your Majesty, Her Majesty, Her Majesty, She. She is here"

  Yingchun was anxious and scared, tears were about to fall.

   "Aww!"

  The little white tiger, who had been sitting still all this time, jumped from the emperor's arms to the ground when he was caught off guard.

  The young emperor's eyebrows jumped, and he grabbed its tail in an instant.

   As a result, its tail was too slippery, and the chubby little white tiger broke free immediately.

  The black and white ball-like small body has an excellent sense of balance.

   In three or two strokes, he climbed up the big tree next to him and ran along the branches.

  His Majesty the Emperor left behind, with deep eyes and gloomy brows.

   Now, Yingchun quickly raised her head, and glanced at the man's face. Her savage gaze was as sharp as a blade, like a blood-stained ghost who came from **** and was cold all over.

  Yingchun was so frightened that she suddenly lowered her head, tears falling down.

Ruined.

  (end of this chapter)