Leader Lan Palace

Chapter 1102 Three Volumes 212 The Cave (4 More)
This is also Wanxi's first time stepping into the fairy tower.

If you don't walk directly into it like this, from outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, or even from Sanxi Hall, which is only a short distance away, you can't imagine that the West Nuan Pavilion of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is still so unique.

The size of the Buddhist hall is limited, but it is designed with great ingenuity. Not only is there a towering seven-story pagoda, but the two-story fairy towers are all exquisite and meticulous, making people feel like they are in the heaven and earth.

What's even more amazing is that even though there is only the emperor and no other monks in the Buddhist hall, one can still hear the singing of Buddhist scriptures, accompanied by cigarettes lingering in the air.

Wanxi subconsciously looked for it, thinking that the monk was hiding in the curtains hanging from the surrounding fairy buildings.It was only after his eyes had adjusted to the darkness around him that he denied it.

It wasn't until Wanxi saw a huge gold-plated western chime clock in the corner that she couldn't help but stop in surprise, with a smile on her lips.

It turns out that after the introduction of Western self-ringing bells to the palace, most of them were modified according to the requirements of the palace.For example, the little figure on the clock was originally written in foreign language, but was replaced by Chinese characters through the skillful hands of the craftsman; and the sound of the chiming clock's ticking was also transformed into the sound of chanting...

Wanxi cared about the emperor, but she was distracted by these unbelievably exquisite arrangements as soon as she came in.

She didn't even notice that the emperor was sitting on the light yellow worship mat, staring at her through the cigarette with his long eyes.

After all, the emperor helplessly held back a sigh, got up and followed behind her.When she was standing in front of the chiming bell, the emperor stretched out his arms to hug her from behind, and she screamed out in fright.

But this is a fairy tower after all, and she didn't dare to disturb the gods and Buddhas, so the scream turned into a low cry.

Looking up, the cigarettes were lingering, the candles were dim, the emperor's usually white and gentle face, at this moment his whole life was bright and dark, his eyes were especially deep and seductive.

Wanxi's heart skipped a beat, and she blushed inexplicably.

She stretched out her hand to touch his face: "This slave entered the fairy tower without purpose, and I beg the emperor not to blame him."

The emperor snorted: "Is it too late to drive you out now?"

Wanxi giggled, raised her feet and stretched her arms around the emperor's neck: "I can't even push you away! The servant will always come back, and the servant will not go out. Unless the emperor is well, go out with the servant."

The emperor took a deep breath, trying to suppress the excitement in his body.

"Okay? Could it be that Grandpa is 'broken' now?"

Wanxi bit her cherry lips, her cheeks were already stained red, but her eyes were bright and firm: "The emperor is not 'bad'. It's just that it is hard work for the emperor to only rely on these gods and Buddhas."

The emperor snorted softly, but finally couldn't help kissing her.

While kissing her hard, he nestled into her neck, and murmured hoarsely: "...that sour plum soup fermented and turned into wine, and I got some of it on my head. I'm also to blame, because Mrs. Lin is young, and always in a trance. I feel that the person sitting next to Grandpa is you."

"When I think of your young and pretty appearance back then, I can't help it anymore."

His big hand stretched through the seam of her button, panting hoarsely with satisfaction: "Master... miss you so much."
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Wanxi raised her body, brought herself closer to him, opened her body even more, and let him play around.

The cigarette made her delusional, and the faint candlelight made her feel like a dream.

She just smiled softly: "My master is talking stupid things. The slaves don't serve you. It's only been a few days. How can you say the word 'I miss you so much'?"

The emperor grinded together, and hoarsely said one word at a time: "Six days!"

(End of this chapter)