Chapter 122 Qing Leng Buddha falls in love with me 17

Chi Yao saw the smile on Su Ziqing's face, swallowed both sides of the food with some embarrassment, and said angrily: "Don't laugh!"

After hearing what Chi Yao said, Su Ziqing smiled even brighter. For a moment, the boy's bright smile made her blush. She tilted her head involuntarily and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what I'm laughing at..."

Su Ziqing couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, but he still didn't ask further questions.

"The poor monk just noticed that Her Highness the Princess has changed slightly from when we first met her."

"You mean when you were at Baolan Temple?"

Chi Yao turned her head and asked him with a puzzled look.

"No, it was the first time we met in the palace."

"When I first met you, I actually felt...heartbroken. She was such a lively and smart girl in Baolan Temple, but after entering the palace, she turned into the depressed person she is now."

"Obviously Baolan Temple has taken good care of your body and mind, but after entering the palace, I saw your tired and... sleepy mind and body."

"Obviously she is a girl, but she lives like an old man in his twilight years, either enjoying the sun or sleeping."

"It's only been in the past few days that things have gotten better. There's no more lifelessness."

Chi Yao lowered her head in confusion, stirring the sleeves in her hands in panic, avoiding his eyes.

He gently placed his hand on the top of her hair and said softly: "So wait for me. When I take care of everything, I will come back to pick you up..."

This time I will not leave you alone on that desert journey, nor will I let you carry the unknown panic again.

"The poor monk will leave the palace tomorrow. I wish everything goes well for Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Su Ziqing held the Buddhist beads in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, and the reluctance in his eyes was hidden behind him.

Chi Yao didn't look at his expression and lowered her head so that people couldn't see the expression on his face. After a long time, she nodded gently.

The smile in Su Ziqing's eyes became more obvious, "What? You don't want to leave me?"

"you have not!"

Chi Yao slapped his hand off her head angrily.

"When will you leave the palace? What does it have to do with me...this palace?"

She paused for a moment, then continued.

She stood up and patted the residue in her hands, pushed Su Ziqing out, looked at the Buddhist robes on his body, and wiped her fingers on his Buddhist robes without leaving a trace.

Su Ziqing looked at her little move helplessly, "The poor monk is about to leave, and Her Highness the Princess is still like this, which really makes the poor monk sad."

"You are no longer poor!"

Chi Yao pursed her lips, opened the door, and looked at Su Ziqing who was pushed out the door with a wary expression.

"It seems that I have to give something to the poor monk before he leaves, otherwise Her Royal Highness will really forget about the poor monk."

"What?"

Before Chi Yao could raise her head to look at him, he lifted her chin, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to drown her in it.

He held the prayer beads in his hand to his wrist. The beads one by one showed the whiteness and slenderness of his wrist.

The long and distinct fingers traced along her cheek to her neck. The numbing feeling made Chi Yao couldn't help but raise her head slightly. The elegant neck and shoulder line was exposed in the air, adding a hint of arrogance and... lust.

The perfect curve brought Su Ziqing's fingers to her delicate collarbone, and he gently tapped there, making the person leaning on the door in front of him couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Su Ziqing couldn't help but chuckle, her sexy and low-pitched voice hinting at a faint smile.