In the past few years, Cheng Yanzhao has been accompanying Song Xian everywhere, either defending the city or going to battle. After Song Xian ascended the throne, he took over the troops at the Northern Border.
The new dynasty with the new Emperor has not yet solidified its foundation, so nothing can go wrong at this time. In short, Cheng Yanzhao has been busily occupied every day. Suddenly finding himself idle, he spent some time at the temple mingling with the little monk, letting everything else slip from his mind, leaving only...
Cheng Yanzhao blushed and coughed twice, fearing the little monk might discern something and mention breaking the precepts.
Really become a monk?
That can't happen.
Song Xian, with a darkened heart, single-mindedly wanting to shove him into Jianguo Temple for the sake of a bowl of noodles, he needs to think of a way to extricate himself.
While Cheng Yanzhao was deep in thought, the sound of the little monk chanting sutras came from beside him.
