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

In the bustling city, the mad carriage woke up, the people dodged, and the screams continued.

Soon Chu Qingyan dimly felt that the shouts were gradually gone, and only the horse hissed violently.

Chu Qingyan opened her eyes, and it happened that the curtain of the car was lifted up by the horse. She looked confused, but widened her eyes in a flash, her eyes panicked.

Can't blame her for fear, because there is no road in front of the carriage, it is the city wall of Kyoto.

But the horse seemed so imperceptible that he rushed forward in a rush, without seeing a slowdown.

Is she going to die here?

Despair erupted in Chu Qingyan's heart.

I really want to take a look at father and mother.

She closed her eyes hopelessly.

Xiao Xu couldn't find her, would she come?

Will there be a miracle?

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. At this critical moment, he was the first person to think of him!

The horseshoes screamed and stepped on the dust.

Faintly heard the tower bell sound, the sound of wooden fish.

Chu Qingyan didn't care, but apparently felt that the bumpy carriage seemed to be cushioned, and the screaming horse sounded weak.

As a result, the tower bells are brittle, and the wooden fish is moving. With the unvoiced spell, it seems to surround the ears, like a sweltering and turbulent land suddenly falling down.

Chu Qingyan was surprised that the carriage slowly slowed down, and in the blink of an eye, it had stopped slowly.

Chu Qingyan didn't think much about it, and immediately opened the curtain, but he felt stunned when he saw his situation.

Just three steps away from the horse is the city wall. The solid wall built by the off-white stone blocks makes Chu Qingyan's face pale, she dares not to stay, drags her body and rolls down quickly, for fear of the horse Go crazy again.

One step instability, fell to the ground, raised the dust all over the ground, choked the dust, the whole person is very embarrassed, but at a critical point of life and death, who cares about this image?

And just when Chu Qingyan was about to get up with both hands, she heard the tower bell again, but the difference was that this time was close at hand.

"Women, are you okay?" The unvoiced sound came into the ear, like the wind, rain, soft and not charming, and the moistening was thin and silent.

When she heard the news, she saw a white-cloth brocade standing in front of the horse, looking at it from the angle of her short dust. The red-brown horsehair blocked the man's face, and only saw a hand with a holy aperture. On the horse's head, it seemed to soothe some agitated horses. It is amazing that the horse really quieted under his caress.

When the horse stopped snoring, the white man moved slightly and walked around the horse.

She looked at the person, and seemed to spread a moonlight silver sea in front of him, and he stepped on the lotus step by step, blooming, step by step.

Holy eyes, with a faint smile of compassion, with a little red cinnabar on his forehead. If other men click on such cinnabar, I'm afraid they are not demon and charming, but they are placed on him, only to give people a look from a distance and not to play Holy.

Chu Qingyan watched the Buddhism boy come to her in unblemished clothes, gently opened his lips, and asked with concern, "Women, can I rise?"

Chu Qingyan was awakened, embarrassed to see a monk fascinated. She comforts herself and loves beauty. Everyone has it. Even if he is a disciple of Buddha, it does not hinder people's appreciation.

"Yes." Chu Qingyan couldn't care about the dust, and stood up tremblingly, only to be shocked at this moment. At this time, he was still in shock, but was able to stand barely.

At this stop, Chu Qingyan found that she had just reached his chest. She was a bit depressed, and found that in ancient times, the people she met were much taller than her. Whether it was Xiao Xu, his own father, or the one who was only older than himself Xiao Ran, aged, had to raise his head to talk to them. It seems imperative that he grow taller.

When she looked up at the person in front of her, the person in front of her was clear and smiling, but looked at herself without grief or joy.

However, the young monk in the seventeenth and eighteenth period gave people a clear and thorough feeling of seeing the world.

"Master, did you save me?" The horse stopped suddenly just now. She guessed that no one else except the person in front of her looked at her with clear gratitude in her voice.

"The female donor doesn't need to worry, the poor monk just passed by, just let it go." The monk in white folded his hands on his chest and responded with a slight smile.

It's not humility or ignorance, but it is a tone of a poor monk's internal affairs. Xu's peaceful tone makes people feel uneasy.

In the present world, the area where Chu Qingyan lives is a religion of Buddhism. Every festival, Gao Xiang keeps on, but she has personally seen the disciples of Buddhist monks who are in and out of monks' clothes, so she once confronted the Buddhist monks. The children had no feelings, but felt that they were just ordinary people in Buddhist clothes.

But now seeing this man, Chu Qingyan only knew what a Buddhist monk was. She felt awe in her heart, and her expression also stood up. "In any case, I would like to thank the master for help."

The other smiled, and then nodded to her. "The female donor is welcome. At this moment, the poor monk must heal the injured horse. Please forgive the poor monk not to talk with the female donor."

Chu Qingyan waved his hands quickly, "Master please, don't worry about me."

"Amitabha Buddha." The unvoiced voice revived. The monk in white turned to face the down-horse horse, reached into his sleeve, took out a jar of white jade, opened the cork, and sprayed the medicine powder on the horse's stab wound. The pain was so high that he lifted his forefoot, but in the soft solace of the monk in white, he gradually became softer.

Chu Qingyan noticed that there was a string of beads on his wrist. It was simple and colorless, but slid on his wrist with his movement. There was an unspeakable charm, maybe a string of ordinary wood. Bead, because it was worn on him, gave a heavy feeling for no reason.

It's not good to keep staring at people, Chu Qingyan looked at the horse, but when he saw the wound on his head, he felt a blame in his heart. If it weren't for her, the horse would not be hurt.

Xu was aware of Chu's low-faced emotions. The monk in white said along the mane of the horse, "Everything has its cause and effect, the female donor need not blame herself. peaceful."

Chu Qingyan knew that he was comforting himself and thanked him, "Thank you Master."

Time seems to be slowed down because of his actions. Chu Qingyan is a little curious. Why do such wise people enter the Buddhist gate?

Xu Shi often received the attention of others. The monk in white didn't care. He carefully applied the medicine powder to the horse. After a long time, he retracted his hand, plugged the bottle mouth, and retracted it into his sleeve.

The horse looked up in his hand and tapped, and Chu Qingyan saw with sharp eyes that the horse seemed to be spiritual, with tears in his eyes and grateful eyes.

Chu Qingyan looked at the monk in white with amazement in front of him, as if he had been used to it, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was as fleeting as Buddha lotus.

And at this moment, a horseshoe screamed, Chu Qing Yan heard the sound and turned his head, and saw a Xuanyi and a horse came first in their direction.