The tea-type beauty went crazy, and the stunning male protagonist was seduced

Chapter 11 Abbot, your Buddha mind is unstable11
  "Amitabha!" A young monk who came out of the Mokong Courtyard bowed his head respectfully when he saw Su Wanqing, and then said in surprise, "Concubine Su? Why did you come to the abbot's courtyard?"

Su Wanqing smiled lightly, pretending to be a little embarrassed and replied softly: "A few days ago, the Holy One fined me ten precepts because of the ugly writing of the Heart Sutra. Until today, the injury on this hand has healed, and the Holy One still allowed that The eunuch who delivered the edict warned me that if I don't write well next time, I will be fined thirty precepts, and my hand will be crippled. Fortunately, I heard that Abbot Mo Kong was full before entering the temple. After reading poems and books, I became good at writing calligraphy, so I came to ask the abbot to teach me how to practice calligraphy!"

Su Wanqing's innocent little face looked so sincere that the young monk believed him immediately.

only……

The young monk hesitated and said: "But Concubine Su, after all there are differences between men and women, and you are the concubine of the Holy Emperor, is there something wrong with this...?"

The little monk said it, but subconsciously felt that he had said it unscrupulously and regretted saying it.

Su Wanqing did not look like hesitating and unable to answer. On the contrary, she answered directly, sincerely and innocently: "But I have never regarded the abbot as a man. Speaking of which, I am the concubine of the Holy Emperor. The abbot is the son of the Holy Emperor, so the abbot can be regarded as half of my son..."

Mo Kong, who was drinking tea in the room at the moment, almost lost his balance with the cup in his hand when he heard this.

Su Wanqing continued to say innocently and sincerely: "I am devoted to the Holy One, and I am looking forward to going back early every day. In my eyes, people other than the Holy One are either women, elders, or... Junior, this elder has come here humbly to ask me how to write. I believe that the Holy Master knows that he will not only praise me for my sincere act of repenting and wanting to write the Heart Sutra well, but also praise the abbot's son for his kind act of helping his mother!"

After listening to Su Wanqing's sincere explanation, the young monk suddenly felt that he had been overly worried about saving others by himself.

He then smiled sheepishly and said: "Amitabha! Concubine Su is not afraid of others and sincerely wants to practice calligraphy. The Holy One will be very pleased to know that Concubine Su will go back as soon as possible!"

Su Wanqing still smiled slightly and replied softly: "Thank you for your kind words!"

The young monk looked at Su Wanqing again, as if he was hesitant to speak. After hesitating for a while, he finally added: "It's just that the abbot's back has been injured in recent days, and I don't know if the pen will be a little unstable. "

Su Wanqing was stunned and asked, "Why is there an injury on his back?"

The young monk shook his head and said: "The young monk doesn't know the specific situation. The abbot just knelt in front of the Buddha and said that he had broken the precepts and should be punished. He forced the young monk to beat him ten times!"

Breaking the precept?

It seems to be because of that night.

Su Wanqing was a little shocked. He was really cruel to himself. If they really couldn't hold it back that night...

Didn't he want someone to beat him to death?
  Su Wanqing knocked on Mo Kong's door with her beautiful hand. After a moment of silence, Mo Kong opened the door. Su Wanqing raised her little face and looked at Mo Kong's cold expression. He must have listened to what he just said.

Mo Kong didn't seem to want to let her in. He said calmly: "Amitabha, why is Concubine Su here?"

You clearly know, but you still pretend not to know?
  Su Wanqing smiled slightly and said: "I heard that the abbot is good at handwriting, so Wanqing came to ask for advice. Is the abbot allowed?"

"No, Concubine Su, please go back." Mo Kong refused quickly, still looking as indifferent and noble as a cloud.

Su Wanqing suddenly lowered her eyes, her face a little disappointed and sad. She asked softly: "Then... the injury on the abbot's back... is it better?" Su Waqing raised his eyes again, his autumn eyes were filled with water, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. It was as if he was holding back tears.

Mo Kong's cold expression changed slightly, and his tone became warmer, "It's okay."

Su Wanqing smiled, the tears in her eyes adding a bit of sadness, "Then... Wanqing won't disturb the abbot."

Su Wanqing lowered her eyes again, and the tears in her eyes fell on her fair face due to the squeeze of her long eyelashes. Su Wanqing turned around slowly.

He seemed to be leaving miserably, but every move he made was testing Mo Kong.

"Wait!" Mo Kong squeezed the prayer beads in his hand, feeling a little soft-hearted after all.

Su Wanqing turned around, her lovely little face full of confusion.

Mo Kong paused and said, "Mo Kong is not talented and his handwriting is poor. Concubine Su can hire a gentleman to teach me how to write."

Please sir, wouldn't her ten ring rulers be in vain?

Su Wanqing pouted her lips slightly and replied: "But as far as Wan Qing knows, there is only one female gentleman in the capital, and she is the Phoenix Princess in the palace and her accompanying teacher. It is impossible for her to come here to teach Su Wanqing." Qing Qing, if I invite a male gentleman, Wan Qing’s identity may be inappropriate and will attract criticism. After thinking about Wan Qing, I am afraid that only Mo Kong is suitable.”

Mo Kong suddenly paused, subconsciously not knowing how to answer.

Seeing Mo Kong's embarrassed look, Su Wanqing said a little aggrievedly: "Wanqing knew that Mo Kong didn't want to, so he didn't want to force it. After this month, he will accept thirty precepts. Mo Kong is a noble saint." , we should keep a respectful distance from him and meditate on him."

"A noble saint?" Mo Kong seemed to be laughing at himself, then sighed slightly and said, "That's all, just teach me. Then, my dear, when will we start?"

The moment Su Wanqing heard Mo Kong's agreement, her downcast eyebrows suddenly curved, and she said, "Can Mo Kong agree at this time?"

Mo Kong was silent, then opened his thin lips and said, "Yes."

Su Wanqing smiled lightly, like a gorgeous white rose, enchanting a rock-solid heart.

Su Wanqing and Mo Kong entered the study. The study was hidden and was Mo Kong's only space. Other disciples usually did not come to his study.

Mo Kong put a piece of rice paper on the table, asked Su Waqing to sit down, and then polished the ink. Su Waqing silently looked at his well-joined hands, which were slender, white, and well-defined.

Just looking at these hands, Su Wanqing seemed to feel that the handwriting written by the person in front of him must be the most beautiful in the world. Looking at it, Su Wanqing couldn't help but want to take a bite.

(End of this chapter)