The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 121 Your Highness, am I handsome?
Jiang Jinshuang felt her body was light as a feather.

It looked like she was being held by a Bodhisattva.

She squinted slightly and turned to look at the little Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, can't you use your magic to make me float in the air and ride the wind?"

She saw the bodhisattva's Adam's apple bobbing.

"Where does Your Highness wish to fly to?"

Jiang Jinshuang pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "I haven't decided yet, but if I could travel on the wind, I could go wherever I wanted."

She simply enjoys being unrestrained and free.

She swung her legs, feeling that the scenery in front of her was strange.

It's colorful, but it's clearly nighttime.

Jiang Jinshuang tightened her grip on the little bodhisattva's arms slightly, looked at the colorful night sky, and sighed solemnly.

Why does the moon look crooked tonight?

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows.

"Perhaps it's a case of favoritism."

Can't understand.

As expected, the Bodhisattva's words are always veiled and ambiguous.

As she was carried into the meditation room, Jiang Jinshuang's dizziness seemed to worsen.

Pei Du handed her some water, and she obediently said, "Thank you, little bodhisattva."

He pursed his lips slightly.

Just now, I didn't smell any alcohol on her.

He knew Jiang Jinshuang's alcohol tolerance; if she didn't even smell of alcohol, how could she have gotten drunk?
Something doesn't feel right.

Jiang Jinshuang obediently drank all the water he handed her.

But then he raised his eyes, squinting as he examined the little bodhisattva before him.

"what happened?"

Pei Du spoke, took a few steps forward, and touched her forehead with one hand.

It's not a fever.

Was he really drunk?
Jiang Jinshuang naturally had no idea what the kind-faced Bodhisattva in front of her was thinking, but she asked very seriously, "Bodhisattva, why is there no white hair between your eyebrows?"

It's that red dot.

She wasn't sleepy, and didn't seem to want to sleep either.

Pei Du leaned down slightly and smelled only the cool fragrance of peach blossoms and... the woody scent tinged with smoke from her body.

Did you go to the back mountain?
While pondering, Pei Du addressed Jiang Jinshuang's whimsical question: "Because my cultivation is still shallow, I am not qualified to be among the immortals."

As he spoke, Pei Du poured another glass of water and handed it to Jiang Jinshuang.

He didn't think he was drunk.

If I had to put it, it seems my thoughts were disturbed.

"Your Highness, you went to the back mountain, didn't you?"

The man's tone was clear and gentle, with a hint of coaxing a child.

Jiang Jinshuang nodded: "Yes."

He then asked, "Has Your Highness had any wine?"

Jiang Jinshuang frowned unhappily: "Bodhisattva, I told you, I didn't drink alcohol."

Why don't you believe her?

Does she seem like someone who would lie?
Pei Du lowered his eyes: "Has Your Highness eaten anything else?"

hiss……

If you tell a compassionate Bodhisattva that you ate a bird you hunted, wouldn't the Bodhisattva be angry?
Jiang Jinshuang swallowed hard, then shook her head slightly, somewhat dazedly: "I didn't eat anything, I didn't eat anything at all."

And yet you still say you don't lie.

Pei Du sighed slightly, feeling somewhat helpless.

Jiang Jinshuang sat unsteadily on the edge of the bed, looking at the person who was about to go out to look for someone, and slowly asked, "Bodhisattva, where are you going?"

"Go find Master Miaofeng. He has some medical skills and should be able to examine His Highness."

That won’t work!

What if Master Miaofeng finds out that she secretly went to the back mountain to hunt and eat meat? Wouldn't that be even more serious?
"No!"

Jiang Jinshuang flashed forward and stood in front of Pei Du.

She leaned against the door, looking up at the man with his eyes downcast: "Bodhisattva, don't go."

Jiang Jinshuang rarely acts coquettishly.

Can't say the same.

—It should be said that Jiang Jinshuang rarely acted coquettishly towards anyone other than Pei Du back then.

Back then, aside from making him angry, she would whine and beg him for help. Since then, Pei Du has rarely seen her act coquettishly.

This is the first time since she returned to Beijing.

Of course, Pei Du also knew that acting coquettishly wasn't appropriate for her.

—It's for her little bodhisattva.

For gods and Buddhas whom one has only met once.

Pei Du lowered his eyes, and emotions welled up in them.

What is it.

The finger bones paused slightly, turning a cool white.

"Your Highness wishes to ask me for a favor?" Pei Du asked in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Jinshuang was taken aback, then scratched her head: "You can't say 'beg,' can you?" How could this be considered "begging"?

It's just a matter of discussing it!

Pei Du nodded slightly: "Then Your Highness, do me a favor, and I will keep it a secret, okay?"

It was like a gentle, persuasive whisper.

But Jiang Jinshuang felt that the Bodhisattva would not lie.

She nodded: "What would you like me to help you with, little Bodhisattva?"

Pei Du stepped forward a few paces.

He took her hand and placed it on his brow.

"Your Highness, could you please apply the acupuncture point between my eyebrows?"

Jiang Jinshuang blinked: "Didn't the Bodhisattva say that his cultivation was insufficient?"

Pei Du whispered, "I need Your Highness's help to achieve enlightenment."

Jiang Jinshuang then had no further suspicions.

It's about helping others achieve their goals.

She nodded and swayed as she leaned over the table.

There were some writing implements on the desk. Jiang Jinshuang searched for a long time and finally found half an ink stick.

"Bodhisattva, please help me grind the ink."

"it is good."

Pei Du readily accepted good advice.

Walking to Jiang Jinshuang's side, Pei Du knelt on the futon, added some water, and began grinding ink.

Jiang Jinshuang propped her head up with one hand and tilted her head to look at him.

"Buddha."

"Ah."

"You look...like someone I know..."

The action of grinding ink paused slightly.

"Then, what is Your Highness's relationship with him?"

Jiang Jinshuang yawned and pondered for a moment: "So-so."

He shook his head and commented, "Not good."

After she returned to Beijing, she originally thought that the two of them could pretend to be strangers and have a casual relationship.

But he didn't think so.

He's petty and wants to get revenge on her.

Therefore, their relationship is not good.

Jiang Jinshuang felt that Pei Du was not a very magnanimous person.

It's really just so-so.

The Bodhisattva before me lowered his eyes, and the lustrous ink slowly dissolved into the water, spreading out a surging expanse of black.

"That should be enough." Jiang Jinshuang glanced at the ink in the inkstone and told him not to grind any more.

“But Bodhisattva, there’s a small problem,” Jiang Jinshuang blinked, “there doesn’t seem to be any cinnabar in the room.”

How can I apply cinnabar to the center of my eyebrows?
Pei Du lowered his head slightly and took out a square box from a hidden compartment in the low table: "Yes."

In previous years, when he stayed temporarily in this meditation room during the spring, he would often prepare some cinnabar.

—Used for painting.

Jiang Jinshuang's eyes widened: "The Bodhisattva can actually retrieve objects from a distance, that's amazing."

The scenery before me was bizarre and strange, but the Bodhisattva in front of me was as beautiful as an immortal.

Oh, that's right, Bodhisattvas are originally immortals.

They ground cinnabar into it.

The black ink gradually turned a bright red.

Jiang Jinshuang took a fine-tipped calligraphy brush, borrowed some red ink, and turned to look at him.

"Bodhisattva, I'd like to order."

Pei Du changed his kneeling posture to half-kneeling.

He faced Jiang Jinshuang, bowed his head slightly, but did not close his eyes.

He simply said, "Okay."

Jiang Jinshuang's hands were a little unsteady.

She always felt that the Bodhisattva in front of her was swaying and not very honest.

Jiang Jinshuang got a little angry when she couldn't place the number accurately.

She reached out her other hand and grabbed the man's chin.

"Bodhisattva, don't move."

Pei Du looked up, her dark eyes fixed on her.

That tiny white hair finally settled steadily between his eyebrows.

In an instant, the man's clear and sharp features seemed to gain a touch of color, as if imbued with divinity, his features becoming more refined and serene.

Jiang Jinshuang was momentarily stunned.

The hand holding the calligraphy brush was held by the Bodhisattva while hovering in the air.

"Your Highness," the Bodhisattva said.

"Ok?"

"do I look good?"