Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Saying that, the fifth princess didn't wait for Feng Qian's answer, and directly dragged the girl towards the ancient tree.

The Seventh Princess followed closely behind.

The fifth princess stared curiously at the red belt tied on the old tree, and then looked down at the old monk.

Sensing someone approaching, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, with a kind smile in his cloudy eyes.

He raised his right hand and placed it on his chest, slowly said: "Amitabha, benefactor, can I ask for a lottery?"

The fifth princess hurriedly replied: "Yes!"

The old monk smiled, took out the bamboo tube from behind, and handed it to the fifth princess.

"Shake it, Lord."

The fifth princess took the bamboo tube excitedly, looked at it curiously, raised her hand and shook it, and a bamboo stick fell out of the bamboo tube.

The fifth princess bent down to pick it up, and looked at the signature on it.

The meanings of the signatures were somewhat cryptic, and the fifth princess had little talent and knowledge, and she couldn't see any clues, so she handed the bamboo sticks to the old monk.

"Master, what is the solution to this sign?"

The old monk took the bamboo stick from the fifth princess and looked down at the words on the stick.

He twirled the prayer beads in his hand and said slowly: "Or ten years, or seven or eight years, or five or six years, or three or four years."

The fifth princess looked eagerly, "Yes, master, what does this mean?"

The old monk said slowly: "This is a lottery, the implication is: the donor should not force the matter of marriage, and wait for the opportunity."

"oh."

Hearing that she had won the lottery, the fifth princess was obviously a little bit disappointed.

Immediately afterwards, the seventh princess was also eager to try to draw a lot, and also gave it to the old monk to solve.

After the Seventh Princess finished drawing the lottery, Feng Qian looked down at the bamboo tube lying on the green grass.

She bent down slightly, held the bamboo tube with her fingertips, and picked it up slowly.

Feng Qian hesitated for a moment before shaking the bamboo tube lightly.

A bamboo stick fell to the ground.

The old monk had just received the signature from the Seventh Princess, and after seeing Feng Qian's movements, he said kindly, "This benefactor, please wait a moment."

"Um."

Feng Qian nodded, holding a bamboo tube in one hand and a bamboo stick in the other.

She looked down at the signature on the bamboo stick.

The old monk was suddenly attracted by something, he raised his eyes and looked opposite.

Holding the bamboo stick of the Seventh Princess, the old monk raised his other hand holding the Buddhist beads, and beckoned to the opposite side.

Feng Qian followed the old monk's eyes.

Not far away is a lake.

Willows are planted on both sides of the lake. In the sad spring season, the willow leaves on the willows are green. Looking from a distance, they look like clusters of green mist.

And by the lakeside, a young monk was walking around the lake from not far away.

Holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, he was wearing a smoky blue monk robe.

The little monk passed by here, subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the marriage tree over there, and then saw the old monk who was waving at him under the marriage tree.

The little monk paused, then walked towards the Marriage Tree.

As the distance got closer, everyone could see the young monk's face clearly.

But he couldn't help being... amazed.

Like the monks in the monastery, the young monk is ordained to become a monk.

However, even with a bald head, the other party's appearance is amazing.

He walked slowly, twirling a string of scarlet beads with his slender white fingertips, a small string with a dark wheat ear hanging down.

The other party's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the beautiful eyelashes were long, a length that women would even envy.

Thin lips are as beautiful as flower petals.

The complexion is also very fair.

The most eye-catching thing is a little cinnabar mole on the center of the other party's eyebrows, like a tiny gemstone, shining like no other.

If the other party is not a monk, I'm afraid he is... a handsome man who can make all the women in the world crazy.

The little monk's eyes glanced at the few people around him, and he bent slightly a few steps away.

He said, "Uncle Huikong, are you looking for me?"

The other party's voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, inexplicably pleasant, and somewhat calming.