Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

From a distance, the abbot and abbot, wearing a simple red cassock and holding a Buddhist staff, stood at the front of the disciples.

In the open space in front of the Daxiangguo Temple, everyone was waiting with their heads lowered. There was silence, not daring to make any sound.

With sharp eyes, Yun Si also saw Yingchun quietly watching behind the big tree on the other side, lowering her head and walking around from time to time, looking anxious.

"Ouch!" The little white tiger finally calmed down and shouted again.

The handsome and handsome Emperor dismounted his horse, hugged the wilting little white tiger in his arms, and glanced around the kneeling people with calm eyes.

The serving eunuch, Eunuch Wang, quickly shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live -"

Everyone shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live -"

The flags are flying, and the bright yellow color, which symbolizes noble status, seems to be merged with the supreme sun.

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

The chorus was loud and the soldiers with strict military discipline even knelt down in the same way.

As soon as the young emperor raised his hand, everyone returned to their original standing upright posture. Even the officials with fat stomachs shrank their stomachs hard and stood upright as hard as they could.

He was afraid that if the emperor looked over and became unhappy, he would cut his stomach.

When the emperor arrived, the leading abbot, the abbot, put his hands together and bowed to the man in front of him.

His voice was still calm and composed, with a hint of compassion, "Your Majesty is welcome."

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

Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all living beings, so even when facing the noble emperor, there is no need to kneel down, only a bow.

The man has sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, phoenix eyes that are powerful, and a pair of black eyes that are even more unfathomable, as cold as winter.

He gently stroked the little white tiger lying in his arms, looking at the people in the temple, and asked lightly,

"Where is Chu Yang?"

As soon as the three fluttering words fell, the originally wilting White Tiger's ears suddenly moved.

It’s really…bad…

It closes its eyes.

The abbot and abbot heard this and turned around to take a look.

After looking at it, I realized that Princess Chu Yang did not appear.

When the emperor arrives and the princess fails to greet him, this is a taboo.

The abbot asked the monk in charge, but the monk in charge also had no idea.

Someone with sharp eyes saw the maid Yingchun hiding under a big tree nearby, and the guards grabbed her without mercy.

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

The tone was calm, and anyone could hear the joy and anger in it.

He is like this, and the more he is like this, the more he can make people break into a cold sweat.

The invisible oppression spread with him as the center, causing Yingchun's hands to tremble under the pressure, her eyes to dodge, and her voice to stutter.

"Back to your majesty, your majesty, your highness, the princess, she, she is here"

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

"Ouch!"

The little white tiger, which had been calm all this time, took advantage of the emperor's surprise and jumped from the emperor's arms to the ground.

The young emperor's eyebrows jumped and he immediately grabbed its tail.

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

That small black and white dumpling-like body has an excellent sense of balance.

In a few moments, he climbed up the big tree next to him and ran along the branches.

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

At this moment, Yingchun quickly raised her head and took a look at the man's face. Her sinister eyes were as sharp as a blade, like an evil ghost with blood on his hands, who came from hell and was cold all over.

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

Ruined.