Chapter 121 Your Highness, do I look good?
Jiang Jinshuang felt that her body was light and airy.
She seemed to be picked up by the Bodhisattva.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and turned her head to look at the little Bodhisattva.
"Bodhisattva, can't you use fairy magic to make me float in the sky and control the wind?"
She saw the Bodhisattva's rolled Adam's apple.
"Where do you want to fly to, Your Highness?"
Jiang Jinshuang thought for a moment and said seriously: "I haven't thought about it yet, but if I can walk by the wind, I can go wherever I want."
She just likes to be unrestrained and free.
She swayed her legs, feeling that the scenery in front of her was so strange.
Colorful, but it's clearly night time.
The hands around the little Bodhisattva tightened slightly. Jiang Jinshuang looked at the colorful night sky and sighed seriously.
"Why is the moon crooked tonight?"
The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows.
"Probably, I am biased."
Can't understand.
As expected, the Bodhisattva's words are all covered by clouds and mist.
After being carried into the Zen room, Jiang Jinshuang's dizziness tended to get worse.
Pei Du handed her some water, and she said obediently, "Thank you, little Bodhisattva."
He pursed his lips slightly.
Just now, I didn't smell alcohol on her.
He knew Jiang Jinshuang's drinking capacity. If he didn't even smell of alcohol, how on earth did he get drunk?
Something doesn't feel right.
Jiang Jinshuang obediently drank up the water he handed her.
But he raised his eyes again and squinted at the little Bodhisattva in front of him.
"What's wrong?"
Pei Du spoke, took a few steps forward, and touched her forehead with one hand.
It's not a fever either.
Are you really drunk?
Jiang Jinshuang naturally didn't know what the kind-faced Bodhisattva in front of her was thinking, but she just said very seriously: "Bodhisattva, why is there no white hair on your forehead?"
It's that red dot.
She wasn't sleepy and didn't seem to want to sleep.
Pei Du leaned over slightly and smelled only the cold fragrance of peach blossoms and... the woody fragrance smelt by fireworks.
Have you gone to the back mountain?
While thinking, Pei Du paid attention to Jiang Jinshuang's unrestrained questions: "Because my Taoism is still shallow, I am not qualified to be ranked in the immortal class."
While talking, Pei Du poured another glass of water and handed it to Jiang Jinshuang.
——He always felt that it didn’t look like he was drunk.
If I must say it, it seems that my thoughts were disturbed.
"Your Highness, you went to the back mountain, didn't you?"
The man's tone was clear and gentle, with a hint of coaxing a child.
Jiang Jinshuang nodded: "Yes."
He asked again: "Has Your Highness been drinking?"
Jiang Jinshuang frowned unhappily: "Bodhisattva, I told you, I didn't drink."
Why don't you believe her?
Does she look like a liar?
Pei Du lowered his eyes: "Did your Highness eat anything else?"
Hiss...
If you tell the compassionate Bodhisattva that you ate a wild bird that you hunted, the Bodhisattva will be angry, right?
Jiang Jinshuang swallowed her saliva and shook her head slightly dullly: "I didn't eat, I didn't eat anything."
And he said he wouldn't lie.
Pei Du sighed slightly helplessly.
Jiang Jinshuang sat unsteadily on the edge of the bed, looking at someone who was about to go out to find someone, and slowly said: "Bodhisattva, where are you going?"
"Go to Master Miaofeng. He has some medical skills and should be able to help His Highness with a diagnosis."
That won’t work!
Wouldn't it be even more serious if Master Miaofeng knew that she went to the back mountain to hunt and eat meat? ?
"No!"
Jiang Jinshuang dodged and stood in front of Pei Du.
She leaned against the door and looked up at the man with lowered eyes: "Bodhisattva, don't go."
Jiang Jinshuang rarely acts coquettishly.
You can't say that either.
——It should be said that Jiang Jinshuang seldom acted coquettishly towards anyone other than Pei Du.
Back then, besides making him angry, she would act coquettishly to tease him. Since then, Pei Du has rarely seen her act coquettishly.
This is the first time since she returned to Beijing.
Of course, Pei Du also knew that acting coquettishly was not right for her.
——To her little Bodhisattva.
To gods and Buddhas who have only one relationship.
Pei Du lowered his eyes, emotions flowing through his eyes.
What is it.
The finger bones paused slightly, turning a cool white color.
"Your Highness wants to ask me?" Pei Du said dumbly.
Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment and scratched her head: "You can't say beg." How could this be "beg"?
Just discuss it!
Pei Du nodded slightly: "Then do me a favor, Your Highness, and I will keep it a secret, okay?"
Like a coaxing whisper.
But Jiang Jinshuang felt that Bodhisattva would not lie to others.
She nodded: "What do you want me to help you with, little Bodhisattva?"
Pei Du took a few steps forward.
He took one of her hands and placed it between his eyebrows.
"Your Highness, please help me touch up the eyebrows, okay?"
Jiang Jinshuang blinked: "Didn't the Bodhisattva say that he didn't do enough?"
Pei Du whispered: "I need Your Highness to help me achieve the right goal."
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Jiang Jinshuang had no doubt that he was there.
The beauty of adulthood.
She nodded and staggered to the desk.
There were some study utensils placed on the desk. Jiang Jinshuang searched for a long time and finally found half of an ink stick.
"Bodhisattva, come and help me grind ink."
"Okay."
Pei Du followed the good and followed the flow.
Walking to Jiang Jinshuang, Pei Du knelt down on the futon, added some water, and began to grind the ink.
Jiang Jinshuang supported her head with one hand and tilted her head to look at him.
"Bodhisattva."
"Yeah."
"You look...like someone I know..."
There was a slight pause in the movement of grinding the ink.
"Then, what is the relationship between His Highness and him?"
Jiang Jinshuang yawned and thought for a moment: "General."
Shaking his head, he commented: "Not good."
After she returned to Beijing, she originally thought that the two of them could pretend to be strangers and have a normal relationship.
But he didn't think so.
He was petty and wanted to take revenge on her.
So the relationship is not good.
Jiang Jinshuang felt that Pei Du was of average temperament.
Really average.
The Bodhisattva in front of him lowered his eyes, and the lustrous and delicate ink slowly blended into the water, spreading out the turbulent ink color.
"That should be enough." Jiang Jinshuang looked at the ink in the inkstone and didn't let him grind it any more.
"But Bodhisattva, there is a small problem," Jiang Jinshuang blinked, "There seems to be no cinnabar in the room."
How can I decorate my eyebrows without red cinnabar?
Pei Du lowered his head slightly and took out a square box from the hidden compartment of the low table: "Yes."
In previous spring days, he would stay temporarily in this Zen room, and he would often prepare some cinnabar.
——Used for painting.
Jiang Jinshuang's eyes widened: "The Bodhisattva can actually pick up objects from a distance, it's really amazing."
The scenery in front of me was strange and strange, except for the Bodhisattva in front of me, who was as beautiful as an immortal.
Oh, that’s right, Bodhisattvas are originally immortals.
Grind cinnabar into it.
The black ink gradually turned bright red.
Jiang Jinshuang took a fine-tipped brush, borrowed some red ink, and turned to look at him.
"Bodhisattva, I want some."
Pei Du changed his kneeling posture to half-kneeling.
He faced Jiang Jinshuang and lowered his head slightly, but did not close his eyes.
Just say: "Okay."
Jiang Jinshuang's hand was a little unsteady.
She always felt that the Bodhisattva in front of her was swaying and not very honest.
Jiang Jinshuang became a little angry if she couldn't get it right.
She stretched out her other hand and grabbed the man's chin.
"Bodhisattva, don't move."
Pei Du raised his eyes, and Mo Tong looked at her without blinking.
That bit of white hair finally settled firmly between his eyebrows.
For a moment, the man's clear brows seemed to have a touch of color, as if they were dyed with divinity, and his brows were sparse.
Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a while.
Hovering in the air, the hand holding the brush was held by the Bodhisattva's wrist.
"Your Highness," the Bodhisattva said.
"Huh?"
"Am I good looking?"