The cruel little princess

In a flash, two crisp sounds of "hiss" and "hiss" were heard, like thunder in the silent night sky.

Princess Fukang's body-covering bellyband and panties were torn into pieces in an instant by His Royal Highness Prince Jin's rough tearing. They were thrown casually outside the couch, landing messily on the ground, intertwined with the cold moonlight.

Then, a slightly cool hand, like a cool cloud, with an imperceptible strange touch, touched Princess Fukang's white, tender and fragrant shoulders.

Wherever his palms touched, the collision of heat and cold made her delicate body tremble violently. The feeling of comfort went straight into her heart, making her sigh involuntarily.

The heat and discomfort all over my body seemed to be relieved a little at this moment.

She had no time to distinguish the voice of His Royal Highness Prince Jin just now. It seemed too low and too unfamiliar compared to usual. She was completely immersed in this maze of sensory interweaving.

Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of "Ah!... Uh... Huh... Huh... Ah..." one after another, with panting and heavy breathing intertwined, like a ridiculous yet passionate piece of music.

A strong and powerful body, like a towering mountain, slowly attached to the fair and rosy body.

Every touch and every caress of skin against skin plays a different kind of music that seems harmonious and beautiful but contains hidden mysteries.

The bed creaked, as if "accompanied" this madness. The moonlight quietly disappeared, as if it couldn't bear to look at the absurdity in the room. Only the ambiguous atmosphere became more and more intense, lingering in this small space.

On the winding path of Puning Temple shrouded in moonlight, Princess Fukang's personal maid Cui Liu, like a frightened hare, stumbled and ran towards the courtyard where Shen Youyou was.

Her hair had become messy and loose from running, with a few strands of hair hanging freely around her fair neck. Her little face was now bloodless, like a pale piece of rice paper.

Only the bright tears in her eyes sparkled in the hazy moonlight, rolling down her cheeks, making her look like a beautiful woman in tears, extremely pitiful.

Even the most hard-hearted person would feel a little distressed and compassionate when seeing this.

It's a pity that fate doesn't seem to let her get what she wants easily.

She had just run to the front of Shen Youyou's yard, panting. Before she could find her footing or catch her breath, a cold figure appeared like a ghost, blocking her way.

"Who dares to trespass into the residence of His Royal Highness Prince Jin?!"

An Shijiu was like a stern door god, standing straight with an expressionless face. The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light and was half unsheathed. The cold sword energy seemed to be real, heading straight for Cui Liu's throat, scaring her so much that her body froze and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Cui Liu hurriedly bowed, her voice trembling as she spoke with tears in her eyes, "Big brother, please be flexible!

I am Cui Liu, Princess Fukang’s personal maid!

I have something important to discuss with Princess Jin!

My princess is in danger right now and urgently needs the princess's help!

Please, big brother, have mercy and let me in."

As she spoke, the tears rolled down faster and faster, like beads that had broken off the string, splashing tiny drops of water on the ground. She looked so miserable and panic-stricken.

But her pitiful plea was met with An Nineteen's cold and heartless heart, as hard as stone.

Nineteen was responsible for guarding the palace, so how could he be easily moved by a few tears? He still had a cold expression and replied dutifully, "What important matter could Princess Fukang have to see our princess?

The princess is not in the courtyard, please go back!

Please stop lingering here and disturbing the peace of the temple."

Cui Liu thought he was deliberately making excuses, and in a panic, she fell to her knees with a thud, her knees hitting the stone road hard.

Cui Liu ignored the pain, clasped her hands together, and begged desperately, "Please, big brother, my princess has suddenly fallen ill.

There is no doctor here, and Puning Temple is located in a remote area, far away from the capital.

There is no way to find help in the short term, so please, Princess Jin, for the sake of the friendship between our two countries, save my princess..."

After she finished speaking, to show her sincerity, she touched her forehead to the ground with a few "dong dong" sounds, and kowtowed several times. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet night, and her forehead instantly became red and swollen, and she looked miserable.

An Shijiu was really shocked when he saw this. He subconsciously glanced cautiously at his second brother who was hiding in the dark, his eyes full of questions and requests for help.

Seeing his second brother nod slightly, as if in agreement, Nineteen reluctantly took a step back and sheathed his sword.

But his tone remained cold: "I've already said that my princess is not in the courtyard! She and General Shen went to Abbot Wuwo's ​​Zen room to listen to a lecture! If it is really your princess who needs emergency treatment, then go find the princess immediately! Don't delay any longer!"

When Cui Liu heard this, she was secretly delighted, as if she had found the dawn in the darkness. She secretly wanted to clap her hands and celebrate, feeling that God was really helping her!

In this way, she wouldn't have to go to great lengths to look for people everywhere. Several key figures in Puning Temple were gathered together, which just fulfilled her princess's wish!

Cui Liu thought about it, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, but then her expression disappeared in an instant, replaced by an anxious and frightened look.

She hurriedly murmured a thank you, not even bothering to be polite, and hurried again, like a gust of wind, towards the meditation room of Abbot Wuwo.

When she reached the outside of the meditation room, she was already out of breath, but she didn't even bother to catch her breath and fell to her knees with a plop.

Her knees collided with the ground, making a dull sound, and then she shouted at the top of her voice, "My princess has suddenly fallen ill, please help, Princess Jin!

My princess has suddenly fallen ill. I beg Princess Jin to be merciful and save her life!"

The shrill sound pierced the quiet night sky outside the Zen room, startling the birds sleeping in the forest and causing them to fly away, with the rustling sound of their wings echoing all around.

At that time, Shen Youyou, Shen Zijin and Abbot Wuwo were in the Zen room, sitting around the ancient tea table, quietly sipping tea and discussing Taoism.

The aroma of tea in the room lingered like a layer of light smoke, lingering between the three people, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

Suddenly, the sharp, piercing, anxious shouts pierced through the quiet atmosphere like a sharp arrow, breaking the peace in the room.

"Jie Se, go see who's making so much noise outside?"

Abbot Wuwo's ​​expression changed slightly. He put down the teacup in his hand and asked the young monk standing behind him in a loud voice.

The abbot's voice was calm, yet it revealed a certain indifference that seemed to come from the foresight of the future.

Upon hearing the voice, brother and sister Shen Youyou and Shen Zijin were stunned at first, and then looked at each other tacitly.

In those eyes, it was as if two small flames were dancing. They saw the excitement in each other's eyes, and they thought to themselves in tacit understanding: "The show has finally begun!"

"Abbot, let's go out and take a look. You're here so late at night. I wonder if there's something urgent going on?"

Shen Zijin is a person who loves to join in the fun and never minds getting involved.

What's more, he has blind trust in his sister and brother-in-law. Since his sister is sure that his brother-in-law will not make any mistakes, he will just believe her without thinking!

At this moment, I couldn't contain my curiosity and wanted to find out what was going on.

"Yes! If there's anything urgent, we can discuss countermeasures with more people!"

Shen Youyou also put down the steaming teacup in her hand, stood up lightly, and adjusted her skirt. Although she pretended to be worried, the faint smile at the corner of her mouth revealed her inner confidence and expectation.

"Then let's go and take a look together!" Abbot Wuwo clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, his expression returned to kindness, and he stood up and walked out the door first.

Shen Youyou and his sister followed closely behind with brisk steps, as if they were rushing to a carefully prepared feast.

The door of the Zen room slowly opened, and the creaking sound echoed far away in the quiet night. Abbot Wuwo, dressed in a plain cassock, walked out of the room first with steady steps. The Buddha's light was faintly visible around him, showing his compassionate and solemn demeanor.

Shen Youyou followed closely behind with light lotus steps, her clothes fluttering in the wind, her face showing a perfect mixture of gentleness and doubt.

Shen Zijin stood tall and straight, strode with his head held high, and exuded the heroic spirit of a military general.

As soon as the three figures appeared, before they had time to adapt to the cold moonlight outside the door, a black shadow came with crying and swooped down like a startled bird out of control, scaring the three of them so much that they trembled and subconsciously took half a step back.

The black shadow was Cui Liu. She was in a very miserable state at the moment, with her hair completely scattered and messy on her tear-stained cheeks.

Her eyes were as red and swollen as ripe peaches, and tears flowed out continuously like a flood bursting through a dam, rolling down her cheeks and chin, wetting the clothes in front of her.