Eight hundred and fortieth chapters princess emotions
Song Sanxi's heart was filled with excitement, but her face remained calm.
He knew that this was Princess Ayin's hint.
She couldn't help but cherish this opportunity...
He raised his head, holding the tea, and glanced at Sarana opposite.
Her pretty face was rosy and shy, she lowered her head slightly and took the tea.
At this moment when you lower your head, the delicate smell is really irresistible.
After all, she is a 18, 19-year-old girl. This feeling is so fascinating.
At this time, in the entire garden, there were only guards and servants in the passing area.
However, they are all quite far away.
They do their duty, just wait, and don't pay attention to the activities here.
Song Sanxi took a sip of tea and said gently: "Your Highness, are you still discussing academics?"
These words made Sarana couldn't help but smile, shook her head gently, and whispered softly, "I just want to be with Brother Sanxi, not academic, not everything... This time, I feel very fulfilling and happy, Brother Sanxi, what about you?"
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Song Sanxi took a deep breath. Her faint feminine scent in the air made people feel comfortable.
He was still so gentle and elegant, and nodded, "I am very happy to see my smartest student again. However, I am very sorry that you have suffered a lot of grievances because of me. Here,
Lonely, lonely, helpless, cold, and even painful to think about..."
"Brother Sanxi, I'm so happy that you can come. All the negativity has disappeared. Now, I, Sharana, am the happiest woman in the world. No one can understand my heart better than me.
At this time, the moonlight, starlight, and breeze are like you."
Sarana's charming magnetism and sweet voice make those who listen feel drunk in their hearts.
Song Sanxi's ears were soft and soft, and she couldn't help but smile, "Salana, don't say that, you will make people fall. I still remember, when we were in Yanjing, when Princess Zehong came to pick us up for breakfast, you said
If so?"
"I...Xie Zehong, little princess?" Sarana was slightly startled, and immediately her face turned as red as a rose blooming at night. She nodded and looked up at the starry sky among the invisible bodhi leaves.
Su Su's hands were clasped tightly together, and she placed them on the proud snow-white heart and mouth, "Buddha said, thousands of years of practice in previous lives..."
"This is the chance to meet again..." Song Sanxi said almost simultaneously with her.
Sarana's eyes lit up, and she looked at Song Sanxi as if she had seen her for thousands of years. She lightly opened her red lips and continued to say simultaneously: "It took two thousand years of waiting to look back once in this life; it took three thousand years of obsession to get to the end!"
After saying that, Sarana's eyes looked at the man in front of her like an obsession.
Her heart was drunk.
The Buddha in my heart actually still remembers him.
Song Sanxi continued with a gentle smile: "The Micah Joyful Buddha Mahayana Sutra records it this way. In the past, I thought it was compiled by an online novel author! In this, you are my teacher."
Sarana smiled and said, "Brother Sanxi, I dare not be like you. You are my eternal mentor in life."
Her eyes were shining like the stars scattered among the bodhi leaves, so bright and intoxicating in her eyes.
Song San said happily: "It's a great honor to be here today. So, I want to go to the sutra collection room and read the "Micah Joyful Buddha Mahayana Sutra" you mentioned, okay?"
"Of course you can! The scripture collection room contains the most complete scriptures and history books in Ayin, and some of them are the handwritings of ancestor Buddha Sakyamuni and other great Buddhist masters! Brother Sanxi, shall I take you there?"
Song Sanxi said seriously: "For outsiders, is there no taboo on seeing these things?"
"Brother Sanxi, outsiders who can come to the inner castle are no longer outsiders and have the right to visit everything here. Even if the scripture library is indeed the important place of our Sakyamuni family, everything in the scripture library is
Cultural relics, treasures, but it doesn’t matter.”
"Haha, then I will be honored. Anyway, this place is so heavily guarded. If I want to steal some cultural relics, I can't get out!"
"Hehe... Brother Sanxi was joking. Let's go, let's go to the scripture collection room?"
"Yes, please!"
Then, Sarana led the way and led Song Sanxi to the scripture collection room.
In fact, Song Sanxi knew the place, but she had to pretend not to know.
Deep in the inner fort, eight gun guards guard the door.
Entering the ancient wooden door of the basement, Sarana closed the door ajar.
Walk along the long stone staircase with a slight slope and go underground.
Along the way, there are luminous pearls as big as eggs above the head, which emit the light of the ever-bright Buddha lamps on both sides of the passage, making them smooth, gentle and bright.
There, 20 meters deep underground, it is dry, cool and filled with the fragrance of Buddha.
It's come to an end, my dear.
Visiting the old place again is like a dream!
Familiar scriptures are everywhere!
The place is very clean and spotless.
Ancient Bodhi wood bookshelf, chairs and reading stand.
There is still enough light.
Above the head, a huge luminous pearl shines brightly.
It's empty here and the dome is very high.
The two of them seemed to be in a vast sea of mountains and seas, both of them seemed much smaller.
On the Bible reading table, there are also the scriptures that Sarana is reading recently, as well as her professional books, which are neatly packed.
When she came here, she was familiar with the road and found a yellowed ancient-printed parchment in a deep corner.
He presented his hands to Song Sanxi and said, "This is the Mahayana Sutra of Micah Joyful Buddha that you want. Please read it carefully."
Song Sanxi was very happy and took the scriptures, but he didn't expect it!
At the moment of sending off the prayers, Sarana came towards him and hugged his neck with eager love.
The bones in his body were trembling and excited.
It felt like there was a holy peak oppressing him.
"Brother Sanxi, my Buddha, my Buddha, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."
She murmured like a dream, stood on tiptoes, and tried hard to press her thin and delicate face to his.
The upper body was pressed tightly against him.
It's as if I want to get closer to him and merge with my whole body and soul.
In an instant, Song Sanxi's heartbeat was a little uncontrollable.
I feel like I'm about to wake up!
Just when he thought of something, Sharana's tears, hot, flowed down his face to his chin.
Deep in my heart, an inexplicable feeling of love surged up.
Unable to help herself, she stretched out her arms to hug her delicate and trembling body.
I felt that she was so excited, and her whole body was moving like jade.
This ancient robe-style Tsing Yi is made of pure silk, which is smooth and cool.
His hand caressed her shoulder and back, making no sound at this time.
Sarana was drunk, completely drunk.
The elegant fragrance spreads into the mind and intoxicates the soul.
Unknowingly, her red lips slid over.
She stopped tiptoeing and raised her head to kiss his lips.
In an instant, Song Sanxi felt like he was about to fly.
In my brain, a flame flashed...
This is smooth and tender, with a burning smell, like plump lotus petals...
Saint Ayin's lovesickness and emotions completely burst out in this ancient scripture room.
It is deeply touching, pure and true.
It also tempts the strong men with big dreams, unable to control themselves and wanting to get drunk...