After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 638 This Little Monk Can Be Said to Be Very Familiar
Li Cang raised his eyes slightly, and said indifferently, "Young monk himself."

Tart Yan frowned slightly, and he slowly came to sit opposite him, "Look at your expression...is that person Yin Jiuqing?"

Li Cang said nothing, but the rolling pain in his eyes filled his entire eye sockets.

"Bang!" Tart Yan slammed on the table, and with a clear sound, the table cracked, "What a ruthless and ungrateful princess, there is no need to make peace, this battle, fight!"

Li Cang is like a puppet that has lost its soul, its eyes are unmoved, like a pool of stagnant water.

Xiao Jiu must have a reason, otherwise, she would not treat him like this.

"Little Monk, I want to see Xiao Jiu."

"..." Tartyan was barely caught in his anger, "What do you want to do with that ruthless woman? Do you think the wound on your neck isn't deep enough?"

Li Cang ignored him, and didn't even say another word.

He got up, and walked outside in a nonchalant footstep.

Hundreds of miles away, there is the Yanjing army stationed there, and she will definitely be there.

Ta Yan watched his leaving back, and sighed heavily.

The word love really hurts people a lot!

……

In the blue night, the moonlight is like flowing water, quietly pouring over the leaves and flowers.

A thin blue mist floats in the air, and the leaves and flowers seem to have been washed, like a dream wrapped in a light veil.

Although it was a full moon, there was a layer of faint clouds in the sky, and the moonlight shone through the trees. The shrubs on the high places cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as sharp as ghosts.

The sparse shadows of curved and unknown plants seem to be painted on rice paper. The blue moonlight is not uniform, but light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like a famous song played in the world.

Under the night, the army rested in place, but the defense was extremely tight.

At this moment, Yin Jiuqing was lying on the bench, holding a book and reading casually, when a soldier's voice suddenly sounded outside the book.

"Princess, Jialan Guoshi asks to see you."

"Let him in." She said in a calm tone.

After a while, a man in a monk's robe walked in slowly.

The wound on his neck has not been treated, and he is holding a guqin in his hand.

After a short distance, his eyes fell deeply on her.

Yin Jiuqing raised his eyes, and his bewitching eyes swept over him, "Little monk, why are you here?"

She was leaning on the bench alone, under the light of the fire, her complexion was as crystal clear as jade, like a crescent moon giving birth to halos, like flowers and trees piled up with snow.

When the appearance is gorgeous, the appearance is quiet, the body is leisurely, the body is gentle, the language is flattering, and the beauty is incomparable.

"My little monk... I want to play a piano for the benefactor."

His somewhat hoarse voice rang out with a sense of loneliness.

Yin Jiuqing narrowed her eyes. Is this to...seduce her?
She sat up slowly, and laughed lowly, "Little monk, don't waste your efforts, even if you dedicate yourself to this palace, it is imperative to attack Jialan!"

"Xiao Jiu!" He uttered two words in a low voice, and the hand holding the guqin tightened suddenly.

Yin Jiuqing was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes fell on him suspiciously.

He called her Xiaojiu?

why?
This little monk can be said to be very familiar, do they know each other?

Without giving Yin Jiuqing a chance to speak, he sat down and slowly fiddled with his slender fingers on the guqin.

(End of this chapter)