At that time, Song Zhen was working on the memorial in the Qinzheng Palace. When he heard the eunuch outside reporting that a man with a sword had come to see him, he immediately put down what he was doing.
He has always been like this when it comes to treating monks.
"Kowtow to Your Majesty." Crow Feather quickly walked into the palace, and before Song Zhen could speak, he held up his skirt and bowed his head in salute.
Qi Chi, who was following behind, quickly saluted.
Song Ling didn't.
She just stood there, holding Song Mo in her arms, her expression as usual.
But sometimes, things like blood often have mysterious and wonderful uses.
Song Zhen, who was always the first to help Crow Yu up, stopped. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Ling outside the hall from a distance. After experiencing a brief confusion, his eyes radiated light.
"Your Majesty...this is..." Crow Feather noticed the emperor's strange behavior and quickly turned around to explain.
However, Song Zhen just raised his hand slightly to stop Crow Yu's words. Then he walked towards Song Ling with his robes fluttered, and said with very gentle eyes: "I have already guessed her identity."
Crow Feather was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
"I have met Your Majesty." Song Ling nodded in greeting.
She didn't bow, and Song Zhen didn't show any displeasure.
Even after taking a few steps closer, Song Zhen raised his hands and closed his sleeves and saluted Song Ling. Then, Song Zhen was heard to say respectfully: "I have seen your portrait in the ancestral temple. I never thought that one day
, you can still come back."
Underneath the seemingly calm words, there is excitement hidden.
"We know each other? That's easy." Song Ling raised her eyebrows, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I came back to practice. Is Your Majesty willing to give me a room? It doesn't have to be too good, just close to His Majesty's palace."
Before Song Zhen could speak, Song Ling added: "At the same time, in order to express my gratitude, I can bear the responsibility of your Majesty's palace guard..."
"Just you?" Qi Chi whispered.
It's not that he doesn't believe it. Even if he builds the foundation twice, it's just the foundation. The realm of cultivation is here. The palace that ten monks of the Transformation Stage protect together cannot be completed in one foundation building period.
"Your Majesty, no." Crow Feather said softly from behind.
How can someone who doesn't know the details hold the power of palace guard?
Song Zhen smiled heartily and agreed happily, saying: "It doesn't matter, I believe her."
Everything went smoothly beyond Song Ling's imagination.
And the most important thing is that Song Zhen's attitude towards her is extremely gentle, like treating a junior rather than meeting an elder.
but……
It doesn't matter what the attitude is.
The important thing is that Song Ling has lived in the palace since then.
Because she was worried that people from Weilu Mountain would come and cause trouble, Song Ling asked Song Zhen not to reveal her identity and to find any excuse. In short, she would keep a low profile.
But as a result, some unexpected troubles arose.
There were ten concubines in the Liang Palace.
Among them, the queen and the noble concubine were the ones that Emperor Liang and Song Zhen had to worry about.
Queen Liu came from the Pingnan Liu family, which was very wealthy and had close relationships with several scattered sects.
Wu Xuxiu, the grandfather of the imperial concubine Wu, was the law enforcement elder of Penglai Pavilion. He protected the Wu family and made the Wu family the leading wealthy family in the Liang Kingdom.
Song Ling looked at the woman in front of him who was wearing a pink palace maid's uniform and claimed to be the aunt of the imperial concubine. He blinked and asked: "You mean... the imperial concubine wants to see me? What have you seen me do?"
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The palace maid Nuan Yu glared at Song Ling with disdain and said, "When the empress calls you, you just need to tidy up yourself. What are you going to do if you go and ask around?"
Song Ling was really confused by her bossy look.
Nowadays, Song Ling is a monk invited back from Qin by Emperor Song Zhen. It stands to reason that even if Concubine Wu is unhappy about anything, she would never dare to touch Song Ling at will.
Just like yesterday, the queen sent two maids over. For some reason, Song Ling kept the maids for two days and then sent them back as they were.
In this way, the queen never appeared again.
"Can I not go?" Song Ling asked.
Nuan Yu immediately put her hands on her hips and said with dissatisfaction: "Even that Immortal Crow Feather wants to give our empress three points of thin noodles. How dare you take Qiao in a mere foundation building period?!"
Huh?
Even she knows that she is in the foundation building stage.
It seems that Concubine Wu is somewhat prepared.
Song Ling rolled her eyes, stood up, straightened her sleeves, and said with a smile: "Okay, let me ask the girl to lead the way."
A noble concubine would never engage in any conspiracy in broad daylight.
However, what surprised Song Ling again was that Concubine Wu came to her and wanted to ask her for some beauty tips.
"I've heard that..." Concubine Wu was sitting on the beauty's couch, her red lips slightly parted, "You monks have a way to maintain your beauty, maybe you can tell me about it?"
Nuanyu stood at Concubine Wu's feet, half-kneeling, and carefully and carefully rubbed Concubine Wu's feet.
In fact, Nuanyu is very panicked now.
At first, seeing Concubine Wu's unhappy look, Nuan Yu thought she was going to take advantage of the monk from Yunxuan Pavilion. However, when Nuan Yu invited someone over, Concubine Wu actually became gentle.
this……
If the monk files a complaint later...
Just thinking about it made Nuanyu shiver a little.
But at this moment, she could do nothing to remedy the situation. She could only look down at Concubine Wu with all her heart, and hoped that the monk would not be a talkative person.
"Is there no monk in your house to ask?" Song Ling asked sincerely.
Concubine Wu's palace is called Shifang Palace. The furnishings in the palace are all exquisite and gorgeous, and even the prohibitions to ward off evil spirits are engraved under the eaves.
The ban works well.
When Song Ling came in, she could still feel the spiritual power fluctuations in the restrictions brushing against her cheek. This also meant that monks had been coming to Shifang Palace for a long time to maintain these restrictions for Concubine Wu.
Since there are monks working for Concubine Wu, why would she choose to stay far away from her?
"I just want to ask you, can't I?" Concubine Wu covered her lips and yawned. She looked at Song Ling unhappily and said, "You can stay in Yunxuan Pavilion with a mere foundation-building level, isn't it?
Is there any unique method?"
Concubine Wu thought she was here to compete for favor.
Song Ling, who was angry and laughing, shook her head and explained helplessly: "Please rest assured, Madam, I am just staying in the palace to practice, and I have no intention..."
Before she finished speaking, Concubine Wu raised her hand impatiently to interrupt Song Ling and said, "I don't care what your purpose is, but now I just want to ask you, do you know how to keep your appearance?"
"
"No." Song Ling replied simply.
When he lowered his head, Song Ling saw that there seemed to be someone standing behind the screen on the right side of the beauty's bed. This person must have profound cultivation, otherwise Song Ling would not have noticed it after so long.
It seemed that Concubine Wu had not expected that this foundation-building monk would be so tough. She was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and subconsciously turned her eyes to the right.
She kicked Nuanyu away with her feet, stood up and said, "Then what do you know? Although the palace is big, it doesn't support idle people. If you don't know anything, why don't I go and talk to His Majesty?"