Chapter 114 Buddha, please protect your little fox (26)

These two short words convey a sense of gnashing of teeth.

Jingchen's handsome face, like that of a banished immortal, became gloomy at this moment, and the white iris mask added a bit of mystery to him.

The whole person looks full of danger and abstinence.

He half dragged and half pulled Shen Yuan straight towards the Weaver Girl Tree, his steps were fast, as if he was in a hurry to do something.

Shen Yuan was petite and was restrained in his arms, feeling like she was about to suffocate.

"Let me go, I can't breathe."

She begged quietly, and the strength in her neck finally withdrew.

Jingchen let her go, but his face remained expressionless as he stared at her blankly.

That look was like catching an adulterer, as if Shen Yuan was a bad woman who wanted to abandon her husband and elope with her lover.

Chen Yuan scratched his palm guiltily, looked up cautiously, and met Jing Chen's resentful eyes.

She felt a chill on her back and her big round eyes rolled around a few times.

When Jingchen saw her expression, he knew that she must be up to something bad.

Sure enough, the next second

Then Shen Yuan pouted and pointed at Jing Chen, complaining aggrievedly:

"You're mean to me? You're actually mean to me."

Jingchen, who had come to question the culprit but was instead blamed, sighed helplessly and retorted:

"No."

Shen Yuan didn't listen, muttering

"Yes, you were mean to me and told me to shut up."

Even though he knew she was pretending, Jingchen still couldn't stand it and had to raise the white flag and surrender.

He lowered his body, shortened the distance between them, and softened his voice.

"Okay, I was wrong. I won't be mean to you next time."

His apology was very sincere, causing Shen Yuan to feel a little guilty.

If Abbot Jingkong knew that I was being petty and asking the noble Buddhist to bow his head and apologize to her, she would probably be so angry that her hair would grow out.

"Since you've apologized, I'll reluctantly forgive you."

After saying that, she put her hands on her hips and hummed softly, full of tsundereness.

Jingchen curled his lips and followed the path

"Well, thank you Miss Ayuan for your forgiveness."

This is too good of a tease. How come he suddenly got it overnight?

Chen Yuan let out a groundhog cry in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, as if he wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the moon.

She coughed lightly, trying to hide her guilt, and then waved her hand.

"No need to thank me, no need to thank me. A beautiful vixen like me is the most generous."

Jingchen curved his handsome eyebrows and said softly

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."

"Where are you going? Is there anything good to eat?"

"You'll find out when you get there."

The Weaver Girl Tree is as old as the Putuo tea tree planted in Putuo Temple. Both are precious objects protected by Daliang.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the hanging red prayer ribbons were blown away by the night wind and swayed slowly.

At this moment, the Weaver Girl tree was filled with men and women who came to pray for lanterns.

Mother-in-law Yinyuan sat at a wooden table, hunched over, folding lanterns. Her hands were old and her movements were slow, but the lanterns she folded were exceptionally beautiful.

Rabbits, foxes and various flowers come alive.

When the red candles are lit, the lanterns seem to be given life and burst into brilliant light.

"Wow, there are so many lanterns! So beautiful, Buddha..."

Shen Yuan pointed at the gathered crowd, his eyes filled with joy and excitement.

She was about to call Jingchen's name when she suddenly remembered that he had sneaked out. She was afraid that others would recognize him, so she immediately shut her mouth.

Jingchen frowned, opened his thin lips slightly, and uttered two words lightly.

"Fu Chen."

Shen Yuan looked at him in confusion, "What?"

Jingchen explained patiently

"This was my common name before I entered the palace. From now on, you can call me Fu Chen."

Shen Yuan smiled, her two beautiful eyes curved into a small crescent-shaped arc.

"Okay, Fu...Chen?"

Her voice was sweet and soft, and when it fell into Jingchen's ears, his heart felt numb.

How could this long-forgotten common name, spoken by the little fox, sound so... beautiful...

Jingchen lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, covering up all the surging emotions in her eyes.

He took a deep breath, discarded his unnecessary thoughts, and looked at Shen Yuan.

"Let's go."

Shen Yuan looked up, his expression confused.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't you like rabbit lanterns? I'll get one for you."

After saying that, Jingchen walked straight towards her mother-in-law.

At this moment, some people have left. Jingchen stood in front of the lantern shop of Yinyuan's mother-in-law and asked softly:

"Grandma, can I ask for a rabbit lantern?"

Mother-in-law Yinyuan raised her eyes and her sight fell on Jingchen's face wearing an iris mask, and she exclaimed in admiration:

"What a handsome man."

After saying that, she looked at Shen Yuan beside Jing Chen.

"Is this your wife?"

Shen Yuan smiled sweetly at the old lady and was about to nod when she heard Jing Chen's cold voice.

"No, this is my good friend. She likes rabbit lanterns, so I came to ask for one for her."

Monks do not tell lies. The little fox is not his wife, so calling her a close friend is not considered a lie.

Hearing what he said, Shen Yuan pouted in dissatisfaction, and her pretty face was full of unhappiness.

The old lady saw her expression and teased her.

"A close friend? Why does it look to me like this little girl doesn't want to be your friend?"

Meeting the old lady's teasing gaze, Shen Yuan stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

The old lady's words made Jingchen's ears slightly red, and a blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

Although he didn't understand matters between men and women, he could hear the hidden meaning in the old lady's words.

The little fox doesn't want to be his friend...then what does she want to be?

Seeing Jingchen's ears were red with shame, the old lady stopped teasing him.

"My dear, I'm sorry, but the lanterns I make are for lovers, or for couples."

"You and this little girl are not husband and wife, nor do you like each other, so I cannot give you the lantern."

A look of difficulty appeared on Jingchen's face. He opened his lips and was about to say something else, but the next second, he felt a wet and soft touch on his cheek.

They separated as soon as they touched, so fast that he thought it was an illusion, but he knew deeply that it was not an illusion.

The touch is real, soft and tender, almost life-threatening.

Jingchen turned around suddenly and looked at Chen Yuan in disbelief.

The latter didn't look at him, but tilted her head and looked at her mother-in-law with a smile.

"Is this okay, Grandma?"

The mother-in-law squinted her eyes and smiled brightly

"Of course, you are such a bold and beautiful girl."

"Take a look and if you like any one, Grandma will give it to you."

Chen Yuan thought for a while and finally pointed at the red fox lantern.

"I want this, thank you, grandma."

"Okay."

The marriage mother-in-law lit the red candle, handed the lantern to Shen Yuan, and then leaned close to her ear and said

"Young lady, please try harder. I think this man is interested in you, but he is too shy to say it."

Shen Yuan blinked cunningly and whispered

"Grandma, I know, he likes me very much."