Yisheng was trying to explain, but before he could speak, he heard a deep male voice coming from the door.

"Wake up?" Liancheng Mo came in with Tie Lu. Tie Lu still had a bowl of hot soup in his hand. He went to the bed and looked at Yisheng lightly. Yisheng immediately lowered his head and backed away.

Liancheng Mo just sat down on the edge of the bed. He reached out to help Mengying Lin. "Do you want to get up and sit down?"

Liancheng Mo didn't feel it, but Tie Lu stood aside and he couldn't help taking another one at the corner of his mouth. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that his master had such a soft side. Although it couldn't say he was gentle, he was at least kind-hearted.

Mengying Lin nodded and sat up with his help, regardless of the existence of Tie Lu and Yisheng in the room. She took Liancheng Mo's arm and leaned her head on his chest. "Your Highness, I'm so happy that you can come to save me."

Liancheng Mo was silent for a moment, but there was no change of expression on his face. "What if I don't come?"

"If you don't come..." Mengying Lin seemed to be afraid, and her body trembled unconsciously. "If you don't come, I will be really hurt by that person... In that case, I have no face to see you again. In that case, now, I should be able to kill myself. I just can't bear it... "

"Huh?" Liancheng Mo picked his eyebrows.

Mengying Lin rubbed her cheek against his chest again. "If I died, would I never see you again?"

"Well, have some soup." Liancheng Mo did not answer her question, but turned to look at Tie Lu, Tie Lu immediately came over with soup.

Mengying Lin was in a coma for a long time. She was really hungry. She reached out to take the soup, but saw that Liancheng Mo took it up faster than she did. Then he took the bowl to her lips and said, "drink it."

The prince of Xuanwu fed her soup?

Mengying Lin's eyes were clear to him, Tie Lu's eyes were frightened to him, and Yisheng's eyes were suspicious to him. However, no matter what people around him think, it didn't seem that it had any effect on him, and his movements were still elegant and calm.

"Um" Mengying Lin smiled sweetly from the corner of her mouth and opened her mouth to drink. She seemed to drink carefully and cherish it.

To her surprise, the soup turned out to be chicken soup! Boiled chicken soup in the quiet place of Buddhism, only a bully people like the prince of Xuanwu could do such a thing.

Mengying Lin had a moving smile on her face, but she was despised in her heart, which showed that Liancheng Mo was actually a person without faith. In his eyes, maybe he was the only one.

He seemed to have changed his attitude towards her, but it was not under the premise that she was willing to please him. Once she dared to disobey him, what would happen? Was it going to be like this?

So, sincerely, touched? Mengying Lin had already passed through such a naive period.

"Well, you stinky boy, you cooked chicken soup in my Buddhist temple!" An old monk burst in and cast a resentful look at Mengying Lin who was drinking soup.

"I said that why I could smell the fragrance in the morning... Girl, is this soup good? "The old monk came to the bedside, swallowed his saliva and asked.

Mengying Lin blinked and said, "The chicken soup that our highness gave me, of course, is the best to drink." People always want to listen to flattery.

Looking at her complacent appearance, Liancheng Mo became more and more gentle. He reached out and pushed away the old monk, "what are you going to do?"

"Can I come to smell the fragrance? You take my place and cook chicken soup in the kitchen of my Buddhist temple. Do you still dislike me? "The old monk seemed to be very familiar with Liancheng Mo, and he was not polite when he spoke, but he didn't care about the moment when Liancheng Mo just pushed him.

In response to his accusation, Liancheng Mo was silent, and even he didn't look at the old monk.

Seeing that he didn't take care of himself, the old monk came back and asked Mengying Lin, "Girl, you've drunk so much. Please give me the rest to drink."

Mengying Lin's eyes widened, thinking if she had heard it wrong. "This is chicken soup. It's meat. Are you a monk who can drink it?"

"The wine and meat have gone through the intestines. As an old monk I don't have so many rules." The old monk smiled happily and he was not blush at all.

Mengying Lin rolled him with white eyes. "It seems that I met a fake monk..."

"What kind of fake monk? I'm a famous master named Dao Zhen. You don't know the goods." Master Dao Zhen interrupted her and said anxiously: "Girl! Give me a drink, just a drink? "

"There is no way!" Mengying Lin refused immediately and unambiguously, "this is the love chicken soup that our highness gave me. Don't say a mouthful, even a drop of it is something I can't bear. Besides, I have drunk it, and there is my saliva in it. Although you are a monk, you are also a man. I am the woman of our highness, and I can't give you to drink with my saliva."

She said of our highness one by one, and the figure of a successful villain surprised master Dao Zhen. After listening to what she said of saliva, he suddenly didn't want to drink it.

Master Dao Zhen angrily retreated to one side and tried hard to stare at Liancheng Mo. "I'll say that this girl is a disaster, you don't believe it. Look at her words, how many women can say it? I see. While the girl hasn't set off a storm yet, you will find a place to bury her early. "

It turned out that the old monk was the old bald ass as Yisheng said.

When he said that he had buried Mengying Lin, Yisheng rushed to him and hugged the old monk's waist. He was going to bite his flesh. The old monk ran to Liancheng Mo with a lot of life. "Ouch, you see that such a small child has been fascinated by this evil woman. After that, she'll get the power then that is got it?"

Mengying Lin didn't think that the legendary master Dao Zhen was such an old monk who didn't have the appearance of an eminent monk.

However, no one would be calm and had no temper when someone said he wanted to bury herself.

Mengying Lin was no exception, but she knew that the old monk had a special relationship with Liancheng Mo. She made a tough job not only made Liancheng Mo unhappy, but also made her own humiliation, so she immediately changed her sad expression to look at Liancheng Mo.

"Your Highness, is what the master said true? I... Will I really become a disaster? Will I hurt you? "She asked seriously, seemingly not angry at all, but worried about the comfort of Liancheng Mo.

Liancheng Mo has a meaningful smile on his lips. When he reached out and flicked his hand, Yisheng was swept to the ground by the strong wind. The strong wind path was not small. Yisheng rolled to the ground and touched the ground on his forehead, and immediately started a big bag.