Kongjue waited outside the door for a while in the rain.

The wooden door was squeaked open.

Ye Siming was wearing a black undershirt.

His eyes were as cold as the clouds in this cold night.

There was a hint of displeasure.

Kongjue looked at him up and down: "Why did you take off your clothes?"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you take off your clothes when you sleep?"

sleep! ?

He slept with sister Noor?

Kongjue's eyes widened.

He looked inside.

Ye Siming immediately blocked his gaze.

The teenager was a little impatient: "bald monk, what are you doing here?"

Kongjue put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Master Hou, let me see Her Royal Highness."

"She's asleep, don't disturb her."

Unsurprisingly, Kongjue was rejected.

Kongjue pursed his lips, and took a long time to say, "But it's not good for the Marquis and the princess to be in the same room."

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Although Her Royal Highness is still young, there are differences between men and women."

"What do you want?"

Kongjue blinked calmly: "Let the poor monk stay in the house, and the three of them make a trip, so that no one will misunderstand, and there will be no gossip about the princess."

Ye Siming sneered twice: "Whoever dares to gossip, I will cut their tongue. You don't have to stay."

He was about to close the door, Kongjue hurriedly pressed the door frame: "Master Hou!"

"Hmm..." The little man lying on the bed inside suddenly turned over.

Like waking up.

Ye Siming gritted his teeth, and a burst of impatience appeared in his thin eyes.

He lowered his voice and threatened Kongsleep: "I can let you in, but there is no place for you to sleep."

"The poor monk doesn't mind."

What is more important than the innocence of my sister?

Why is Yongye Hou so ignorant of etiquette, he should find a room for the princess to rest alone.

Ye Siming said coldly, "She has a hard day today. I don't want to wake her up to rest, otherwise I'll beat you all over the floor looking for your teeth now."

Faced with his terrifying words, Kongjue also tried his best to remain calm and put his hands together: "Cultivation of the heart lies in the cultivation of nature."

Ye Siming frowned even more.

What kind of words, as long-winded as the old bald donkey back then.

He turned sideways: "Come in, stop talking nonsense."

Kongjue took the initiative to go in and patted the raindrops on his body at the door.

The movements were careful and slight, for fear of waking up the sleeping little figure on the bed.

Bai Nen's small face was lying on the soft pillow sideways, and the soft black hair was placed next to her ear, describing a well-behaved shadow.

The sleeping face of the little guy is more innocent and cute.

Kongjue smiled.

Before he could take a closer look, a cold-faced boy stood in front of him.

Ye Siming stared at him: "What are you looking at?"

Kongjue quickly lowered his eyes and put his hands together: "Ami..."

"Ahhh." Ye Siming pushed him and scolded him in a low voice, "Go to sleep over there."

He pointed to a small bamboo couch in the corner.

Kongjue walked over silently.

Just when he sat down, he found that Ye Siming was lying next to Gu Nuo'er in his clothes!

Kongjue stood up immediately: "Master Hou, absolutely not!"

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Gu Nuo'er on the bed still frowned.

Ye Siming felt that gunpowder was exploding in his mind.

Why didn't he kill the bald monk who got in the way during the day?

In order not to wake Gu Nuoer, he had to choose to sit on the couch and wear a purple fur cloak.

A pair of extremely cold, killing eyes looked at Kongjue: "Are you satisfied now?"

Kongjue nodded and sat down on the bamboo couch again: "Amitabha."

Ye Siming gritted his teeth.

All the monks in the world made the wolf unbearable.