Snow-white wings slowly descended from the sky. Feitian, who never left his body in military uniform, stood in front of the palace gate and took a look at his clothes. After confirming that there was nothing rude about his clothes, he prepared to walk inside.
The steps just started but stopped again.
She looked at the middle-aged man in white robe walking from the corner of the street, her eyes showed a trace of tenderness, but she quickly turned away and said to him: "Buddha's Seal Script, Your Majesty...did you also come here?"
Tianqimen still has a lot of things going on, so he probably won't come to the palace for nothing.
Fo Zhuan walked up to her, his face was as calm as usual, but there was still a hint of tiredness that could not be concealed, and he said softly: "Yes, I have been here a long time ago, but your Majesty asked me to wait until you arrive before we go in together."
"Your Majesty..."
Feitian smiled. The young man he had seen growing up was finally able to take charge of his own affairs. Both himself and the god behind him gave him a lot of support, and she no longer had to worry as much as before.
After a moment of silence, Feitian thought of something else, "Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated you on becoming the new Tianqi Clan High Priest."
Fo Zhuan pulled the sleeves of his white Taoist robe, showed off his new clothes, and said: "The Taoist robes have been changed, and Tianqimen has become a thing of the past. Your Majesty said that Tianqimen should be hidden in the old history.
Documents in classics, rather than big mouths depicting the majesty of the Lord God."
Feitian couldn't help but smile. After the Lord came back, he seemed to be a different person, and his way of speaking was so strange.
Fo Zhuan also smiled and said: "Your Majesty is indeed different from ordinary people, but that's fine. Shinto exists in the human heart. How can it be understood by reciting a few sacrificial texts and reading a few deeds?"
"I will try my best to do everything your Majesty said and make Suchuan Wushen."
Tianqimen has always served Shinto as a lifelong belief, but it has never thought that real gods do not need mortals to serve them. Only people who make up so-called false gods will be willing to attract believers for the sake of the emptiness of majesty and power.
of incense to achieve some of your own wishes.
Fo Zhuan believed that he had seen the illuminated Bisheng Pillar in the square that day, and the connection of Suchuan's star map had confirmed Linglong's identity as the Lord of God. Sure enough, how could a real god care about the regulations compiled by mortals?
Fo Zhuan felt that their mentor, the high priest, was wrong from the beginning. From the time they had desires and couldn't find their own gods in scriptures, they began to write gods in their own imagination that fit their own subjective perceptions.
It's a pity that the Lord of God really appeared.
This time it's true.
It is no longer a classic.
Therefore, the result is that the Tianqi Clan is despised by the true Lord of God and the Lord.
"Suchuan, Wushen..."
Feitian frowned slightly, looking at the Buddhist seal with a natural look, thinking about what he wanted to say in the current situation. How could he give up what he was best at in troubled times.
But when he thought about the reason why he came here, he restrained his thoughts again.
"Let's go in first, Your Majesty... there is also the God Lord waiting for us."
Feitian could not question a monarch who had already grasped the real power, a monarch who had the support of the God Lord behind him. If he really did so, it would only cause trouble for his own people.
After being the prime minister for nearly ten years, although her political wisdom is not that great, she at least knows what to say on what occasion.
If you have any questions or opinions, you can just ask your Majesty for instructions privately, but in short, she will not publicize or question any of the young Lord's words in public.
This is the only way for Suchuan to regain its glory, and she does not allow anyone to stop it, including herself.
Throughout his life, Feitian, except for the Buddhist seals beside him that aroused his emotions a little, had devoted everything to his Majesty... and his people.
The iron guard on duty naturally recognized the two of them. Not to mention that the palace maids had already come out to report. Even if they had not, he would not dare to stop the two of them who had no power to hinder them at the moment.
The two walked through the palace gates and corridors until they reached the deepest courtyard.
The environment is not much different from the past, it is spacious, unique and like spring all year round.
There was no cover in the Zhengyang Palace that showed the mysterious majesty and distance of the princes. The young king crossed his legs and lay on the soft cushion. Then he picked up a piece of food and threw it into his mouth, smashing it and licking the corners of his mouth.
There is no way a superior person should look like.
Next to her, a woman wearing a white dress and a long skirt was holding a book with great interest, reading an unknown unofficial history novel. If you could tilt your eyes to her point of view, you would find that the content above is not an isolated book.
, classics, books of poetry, and other texts that increase learning and elegance.
Instead, there are some popular story-telling novels, in which there are romances between monsters and monsters, and there are stories about a down-and-out princess living in the world and being rescued by a handsome hero... All in all, they seem to be a bit below the level of a god.
The pavilion should have been silent, except for the occasional crunching sound of chewing snacks and the dissatisfied look in the woman's eyes as she wanted to kick her feet.
Lowering his eyes, Feitian and Fo Zhuan saluted respectfully.
"Your Majesty, Lord God."
Feitian calmed down his expression and some strange thoughts. He still remembered that day when young Junshan came back and brought the girl with him, saying that she was the God Lord and the most noble person in the world.
She wanted to refute, question, and of course, the most important thing was to advise the young monarch not to be obsessed with the so-called illusory divine way, but to focus on his own inner cultivation, self-cultivation, family governance, and strategies.
It came out of her mouth.
The young king did not have the same personal emotions that he had in the past ten years, including excitement, inspiration, depression, and chagrin... all kinds of personal emotions that expressed whether he was in a good or bad state.
After he just introduced the identity of the woman next to him, he walked into the Sutra Pavilion and took her 'divine master' girl with him. The two of them didn't know what they were doing inside, but they probably wanted to read a book and recall those royal families.
The deeds of ancient gods.
He never hurriedly explained to himself, he was just fulfilling the rights of his own status. When issuing an edict, it was entirely up to him to listen or not.
There is no anger or anger, he is so simple and direct.
The king only needs to give orders, and his decision will not be affected by what his ministers say.
Therefore, after the vision in the square a few days ago, the Yueling tribe, which had always only believed in themselves, had another belief, the prayer for the beauty of the God Lord and the God Lord's gift.
"Two things."
The young king held out two fingers in front of them.
Feitian and Fozhuan listened respectfully.
"First, Linglong and I will go south to Pingting in a few days. Don't worry about what we are going to do. All you two need to do is sit in the imperial capital and don't cause trouble. The rest will be arranged by me."
Feitian and Fozhuan raised their heads subconsciously, wanting to speak out to dissuade them. Before they could speak, a red booklet was gently thrown over by Junshang from the front. The two of them caught one each, and Junshang again
continued.
"The second thing, Gu, as the Lord of Suchuan, I will grant you a marriage!"
"What?"
"Your Majesty, I..."
Feitian was panic-stricken. The mood he had caused by the first incident and wanted to try his best to persuade the emperor as an old minister was gone. All he could see was the red and festive edict, and the sudden jump that could not calm down.
heartbeat.
Thump thump, from the heart to the mind to the snow-white wings...
The calm look on the Buddha's Seal script is no longer the same as before. The calmness and composure that he used to dismantle and explain piece by piece in the face of the old regulations of Tianqi Sect is gone. He has read thousands of Shinto classics, and all the experiences he has experienced in the past few years have been shut down and sealed in his mind.
Thousands of words wanted to flow out, but they stopped abruptly.
Don't know what to do.
It seems wrong to agree or not, Feitian still has himself... Oh, no, this is an edict, it's not...
The uncontrollable arc of the snow-white wings, Buddha Zhuan saw it, and all the words were choked in his throat. He wanted to express some joy, complexity, or should fulfill the duties of a courtier and say something that did not care about the love between his children.
.
Fortunately, the complicated emotions had not completely emerged from the chaos. A voice came from the pavilion again. The girl who had just been recognized as the most noble girl in Suchuan said:
"Also, I also bless you as the Lord of God!"
After saying that, Linglong winked playfully and raised her hand to poke Lu Ming.
Lu Ming took the storybook in her hand, closed it and threw it on the ground in disgust, peeled off a piece of fruit and fed it into the girl's mouth, while not forgetting to say to the two stunned people: "Well, you can go now.
"
"Your Majesty." Feitian spoke out but stopped talking.
"Master of God." Buddha's seal voice came out, his words were hesitant and full of desire.
Feeling pain in his waist, Mr. Lu groaned, leaned over and picked up the storybook with an expressionless face, handed it to Linglong, then glared at the two of them and said, "What? Are you planning to rebel?
"
"Yes, you want to rebel?" Linglong also hummed.
The two people's voices were stagnant, and all distracting thoughts were stifled by the shamelessness of the young man and woman. They quickly bowed: "I don't dare."
"Since you don't dare, why don't you leave quickly? Why don't you stay and wait for me to treat you to dinner? Isn't the meal in the palace free of charge? Do you pay the salary of the palace maids? Do you pay the official silver of the iron guards?"
"Can you shut up? Why are you speaking so rudely?"
"Oh, I am restrained." Lu Ming reluctantly dealt with it. He looked at the Prime Minister and the High Priest who had not moved yet and were extremely stiff, and frowned: "Why haven't you left yet?"
Their movements became even more stiff. They looked above, at themselves, and then at the edict document in their hands. Their thoughts were a little confused, but they were quickly dismissed. The girl above said again:
"Yes, why haven't they left yet? Are they really planning to rebel?"
Feitian: "..."
Buddhist seal: "..."
With complaints that they didn't know how to describe in words, the two of them left the palace at a trot. When they came out to the palace gate, they looked at the red edict in each other's hands, and then at each other, and seemed to feel light again.
A lot.
The two looked at each other for a long time, handed each other their documents, and looked at each other. After a warm moment, the intelligence of the prime minister and the high priest came online again, and they suddenly thought of the first order just now.
When he raised his feet and was about to walk into the palace gate, he found that the gate was already closed.
The door of the inner palace is an arc-shaped courtyard. There was no door originally. For the sake of the two iron guards, a huge wooden board was moved in front of them. The meaning is very clear.
Zi Yuan walked over expressionlessly.
"Your Majesty told the Lord God that there will be no political discussions today!"
"You two, please come back!"
"..."
………………
A few days later.
The fish that ordered the capital to fly to Pingting set sail.
The two people who confirmed that things were almost the same have started a new journey.
The golden-red carp mooed and swam thousands of meters above the sky, passing through the clouds. The higher the altitude, the less dense the surrounding air was. Even if there was no breeze, it seemed a bit cold.
On the deck of the fishing boat, a woman in a white dress with a waist and a long skirt showed a graceful figure. Her hair was gently pulled up, and two white jade hairpins were inserted into it. She supported her chin with one hand and admired the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers passing by below.
The young man next to him was wearing a green shirt, and his sleeves were blown by the wind when he raised his hands, making the whole person look a little otherworldly.
No matter how you look at it, they look like a rich man and a wealthy lady out for a parade.
As long as time stays at this moment forever.
"Ah...ah...ah strange!"
After pinching his nose, Lu Ming touched his somewhat warm forehead. A hot feeling came from the palm of his hand. Then he grabbed the girl by the hand and ran into the room. "As expected, there is no warmth when there is grace."
"What a shame for a mother."
"If we had a camera to take a picture of it, it wouldn't be in vain to spend half a day outside blowing the cold wind."
Speaking strange earthly dialects, Lu Ming pulled the girl into the house, quickly picked up a quilt from the bed and put it on his body, instantly feeling much warmer.
"Is it so cold? Aren't you in good physical condition?"
Linglong stretched out her hand and touched his somewhat hot forehead, then muttered something and was going to go to the kitchen to get some ginger soup or something.
Lu Ming stretched out his hand to grab her, and pulled Linglong into his arms. He wrapped himself in the quilt and felt the soft and hot warmth. He leaned his head against her neck, snorted softly, and almost fell asleep comfortably.
But I still didn't forget to say, "I don't have a cold. Drinking ginger soup probably won't help."
"Ever since I saw that painting, I've had this drowsy feeling. I guess it's because of the painting."
Raising her head, Linglong stretched out a hand from under her arm to tidy up the hair that was pressed between their necks. Then she leaned her head against the back of his neck and blew into it with her lips.
"What's in the painting? The last time you took me to see it, I felt lonely. That's not how the Wordless Bible came about."
The warm current flowed from the neckline to the inside of the back. Lu Ming shrugged his neck, felt the soft and moist touch again, and couldn't help but sigh.
"I already told you that the picture above is you, but I don't know how your portrait was drawn on such old paper. It's really strange."
"Forget it, it's not important. What's important is that when I'm holding you, can you stop moving around so that I can have a good sleep?"
The distressed tone of begging for mercy made Linglong couldn't help but roll her eyes, and even laughed silly, blew a few mouthfuls of hot air into it, stretched out her arms and hugged her tighter.
"Hmm?"
"Hey, what a crime."
"You're so beautiful!" Linglong raised her leg and kicked her gently. She stretched out her hand and pulled the quilt to wrap the two of them tightly. Then she moved her head back and bit Lu Ming's face again.
Comfortable sleeping guy wakes up,
She narrowed her clear and bright eyes and felt happy for a moment, as if she thought of a certain scene where someone was doing something so annoying.
Lu Ming pressed his face against hers and tightened the girl's grip with both hands to ensure that she would not be attacked by surprise.
"Mr. Lu, let me ask you, do you think the woman in the painting is more beautiful or me?"