Wen Yu didn't look like she was joking, but rather looked like she was serious.
The pure white space here moves freely, and the princess in front of her can achieve everything as long as she thinks about it in her mind.
Mingjing, as a high-level monk who often accompanies the ancient Buddha with green lamps, has never encountered such a scene, nor has he seen such a bold and presumptuous woman.
When ordinary people saw him, they all respectfully and devoutly called him "Master Mingjing".
Although he was somewhat surprised by Wen Yu's lustful behavior, he was not panicked at all. There was still a peace and tranquility between his brows, and his heart was clear and peaceful.
Ming Jing closed her clothes, raised her hand, and sighed, "Princess, no!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a corner of his monk's robe was torn open again, revealing half of his shoulder.
SPIEGEL: ...
"Amitabha."
"Princess, please do not do anything. I am here to help you at the order of His Majesty."
Wen Yu took two steps closer and tilted her head towards him: "Help me?"
Mingjing briefly described the emperor's request and why he appeared here.
"I see that your spirit is unstable, your memory is damaged, and your mind is not completely clear."
Moreover, doing whatever you want according to your own desires is not an acceptable approach.
But Mingjing did not say the latter sentence out loud, as he knew it was useless to say it and the situation might even get worse.
Wen Yu nodded thoughtfully after hearing this: "So serious? Do you have a solution now?"
SPIEGEL: ...
"I have just arrived here, and you..."
He frowned slightly as he spoke, "But this matter is indeed strange, and I am not sure yet."
Wen Yu clapped her hands upon hearing this and said with a smile, "Let's not talk about this for now. I'm really bored here and just wanted to find a toy to play with and have some fun, but you brought this to me yourself."
SPIEGEL: ...
"Princess, please listen to what I have to say."
Wen Yu poked his exposed shoulder and said, "No need to delay. You talk and I'm listening."
SPIEGEL: ...
Wen Yu went from prodding to ruthless, stroking his shoulder: "Speak, why don't you say anything?"
Ming Jing took two steps back and said, "Princess, please stop."
Wen Yu sighed, looking innocent, but the corners of her mouth curled up into a playful smile: "The more you do this, the more excited I get, hehehehehehehehehehe..."
Before the laughter died down, the monk's robe on Mingjing's body was torn into pieces according to Wen Yu's intentions, and it was draped over his body, as if it had been torn to pieces by someone.
Mingjing was silent for a moment.
Is this the excellent sister that His Majesty mentioned?
He sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, moved the Buddhist beads with his fingertips, and recited scriptures silently.
Wen Yu walked forward, sat down behind him, stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, put her palms towards his chest, and then blew slowly into his ears:
"Little monk, how can chanting be as fun as playing with me?"
The mirror remained unmoved, its expression showing a deep tranquility, as if it were truly untainted by dust.
Wen Yu didn't care about his condition. She just wanted to have fun. Besides, the monk looked quite interesting.
Wen Yu reached out and peeled off Ming Jing's torn monk robe, and his upper body was suddenly exposed naked.
His body shape is not as deeply textured as that of a martial artist, but it is just right, and even gives people an inexplicable sense of inviolability as if he is sitting high above a Buddhist temple.
Ming Jing was still reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
Seeing this, Wen Yu gently rubbed her palm on his back.
"Little monk, how old were you when you went to the temple?"
"How could such a handsome man choose to become a monk?"
"Why do you keep your eyes closed?"
Wen Yu grabbed Ming Jing's chin with her backhand, and her fingertips slowly stroked his lips, then slowly slid down, teasing his protruding Adam's apple.
The bright mirror seemed to be in a trance.
Wen Yu found it interesting, so she walked around to him and pushed him to the ground.
However, Mingjing still maintained the posture of holding one hand upright and moving the Buddhist beads with the other hand. Even her legs were still crossed very steadily and her eyelashes did not flutter at all. She really looked like a Buddha statue sitting high in the temple.
Wen Yu snorted when she saw this, then tore off the rags on his lower body and threw them aside.
Because of the cross-legged position he was in when he was pushed down, Wen Yu was able to take a close look at him, and there was not a single mistake.
Wen Yu didn't feel embarrassed at all, and held her chin with her hand and said, "Little monk, I have seen you naked, do you think your Buddha will still want you?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a tassel hairpin from her head and lightly swept the tassel over him, deliberately pausing at certain places before whipping him neither too lightly nor too heavily.
Wen Yu had an interesting smile on her face. "I thought you didn't feel anything, but you do, don't you?"
The next second, Wen Yu's wrist was grabbed violently, and the tassel hairpin was thrown aside.
Ming Jing lay on his back and looked at Wen Yu. After a moment, he slowly loosened his hands and put them together: "Amitabha, Princess, please stop making trouble."
Wen Yu said: "That is my favorite hairpin. If you break it, you have to compensate me!"
Ming Jing sat up, but was pushed down by Wen Yu again: "Who allowed you to get up? Compensate me for the hairpin!"
"Princess, the hairpin is not broken."
Wen Yu blinked: "But it was stained by your body, you have to compensate me."
SPIEGEL: ...
"Little monk, you can't let me continue to wear this hairpin that you soiled, right? Are you still human? Or do you just like it this way? Is this your hobby?"
SPIEGEL: ...
Wen Yu picked up the tassel hairpin and shook it in front of Ming Jing. It was clearly shaking in the air, but the tassel seemed to be brushing his body.
"Princess, please stop doing this and let me go."
Wen Yu was surprised: "I didn't lock you up. I didn't care about you when you came. How can I care about you when you leave?"
Mingjing said: "I want to leave, but your consciousness wants me to stay, so I can't leave."
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