Guizhen

Chapter 288
"As for what to do after entering the palace, you don't need to ask for advice." The old man stared deeply at Taoist Qingjing.

Daoist Qingjing's heart trembled slightly, and he lowered his head and said, "Yes, Qingjing understands. Qingjing's departure will definitely make the master of the sect fulfill his wish."

"Good! Very good!" The old man finally showed a satisfied smile, "If you can succeed, you will be a minister of merit."

"Qingjing does not seek false fame, but seeks to set things right and return justice to His Highness." Taoist Qingjing felt a sense of justice spontaneously in his chest.

He was not doing it for his own selfishness, but for His Royal Highness the old crown prince who died young.

When the word "His Royal Highness" was mentioned, the old man's brows were covered with melancholy and distress.That "His Royal Highness" has a benevolent heart and amazing talents.It's a pity that he trusted others so credulously that he ended up on the sidelines of the throne.

"If it wasn't for all the tricks, why did this happen?" Taoist Qingjing sighed.He was originally a warlock who observed the sky in Qiandi.Every day is leisurely, happy and happy.But when His Highness sits on the dragon chair, he will be able to directly enter the Department of Divine Machines. Maybe after three to forty years, he will be the next Great Master of the Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, when His Highness went to visit Fuyu, everything changed.In the past, the prince, who was inconspicuous, had repeatedly made military exploits, which caught the eyes of the former emperor.And the former emperor was deposed because of this, and His Royal Highness the crown prince became a virtuous king.

Maybe it should be "Idle King".

Maybe he was born to work hard.The prince has lost power, and they are still willing to be driven by him.Some even go so far as to lay waste to their hearts and minds, threatening to die.Taoist Qingjing pursed his lips.Afterwards, when the door master came, they were even more willing.

If you don't want to, you can't do it, the door master has so many ways to adjust them.

And he, a sky-observing warlock who never cared about world affairs, became a pawn in this big game.

Now, his pawn finally came in handy.

If things come to pass, the sect master will be a worthy minister of meritorious service.

No, no, not just meritorious ministers.He is also the grandfather of the Palace Master.If the palace lord rules the world, the door lord is a relative who holds power.

The master of the sect is working hard, not only for the sake of the palace master.

With the age and knowledge of the palace lord, can he take on this great task?Could it be the sect master coveting the throne?Taoist Qingjing hugged his bulging purse tightly.I dare not think about it any further.

The old man was still immersed in the nostalgia for the former crown prince and his daughter, muttering to himself, "Xiaoya was only 13 years old. I sent her to His Highness. When she saw His Highness, she was like a lark, chirping Non-stop." His eyes flickered, showing a little smile, "His Royal Highness is also willing to listen to her."

Xiaoya is a good girl.Taoist Qingjing had an innocent face in front of his eyes.She loves to smile, and she looks good when she smiles.

At that time, the head of the sect was still a wandering Taoist, and he insisted on meeting His Highness when he passed by the crowded palace.His Highness may have been bored for a long time, and wanted to talk to others, so he invited the door master into the mansion to talk.I don't know what the head of the sect said to His Highness, since then, His Highness lived in seclusion and "died without illness" not long after.In fact, His Highness is avoiding his hometown by feigning death.At that time, it was known that the people who participated in it not only took the strange poison but also got poisoned in order to show their loyalty.

There is no solution to poison, and there is no solution to Gu.Only by taking pills regularly can life be saved.

At that time, he thought he could not be called His Highness's confidant.However, he is a warlock.Your Highness needs a warlock to cover up and hide.

Taoist Qingjing sighed secretly.

At least better than those who become ghosts.It can be regarded as more than enough than above.

"In a flash, so many years have passed." The old man let out a long breath.

yes.So many years have passed.Taoist Qingjing also exhaled foul air.He once saw Miss Xiaoya fluttering butterflies in the garden, and His Highness sat in the gazebo looking at her with affectionate eyes mixed with reluctance.

Perhaps, His Highness knew at that time that his life was not long.He feigned death to avoid the world's harm, but he couldn't escape the suffering of illness.

Fortunately, His Highness left a little blood before his death, that is, Palace Master Song Han.

"Clean..." The old man's eyes were as deep as a deep pool, "Whether Ah Han can get what he wants depends on you."

Daoist Qingjing suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.He stared at the old man, and solemnly nodded, "Qingjing will definitely live up to the high expectations of the sect master."

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Recently, the servants of the Lu Mansion all knew that the fourth master was in a bad mood, so they all took care of themselves.Especially the servants who served in front of Lu Xuan worked harder and harder, lest they offend him.

"The fourth master was very happy a few days ago." The young man said to the snail spirit with a pot full of water: "Since I came back from the study in the front yard that day, my face is not right. The fourth master shut himself in the room, neither drinking nor drinking. I don’t recite poems. I just sit there blankly.” Leaning forward to the snail spirit’s ear, she lowered her voice, “I’m so creepy looking at it. Tell me... have you lost your soul? Do you need to invite Miss Wu? Help to find it?"

The snail spirit widened her eyes in surprise, "Isn't it? That's our girl's father. If he loses his soul, ordinary people may lose half of their lives."

Not lost soul?The little servant scratched his head in distress, "Then...why the reason? I have served the fourth master all these years, but he has never been like this."

As a competent servant, you have to give your master the right service at the right time.But in the current situation of the fourth master, he doesn't know where to start.Originally planned to talk to Xiaotian, but Xiaotian also acted like he didn't know anything.Looks like he's going to have to figure it out on his own.

The snail essence separated from the servant at the corner of Chaoshou corridor, and went straight back to Shuiheyuan.

Lu Zhen lay on the big pillow playing with origami papers in boredom.Mu Xiang sat on the brocade tree embroidering handkerchiefs, chatting with Lu Zhen casually.

"Your Pure Heart Talisman has made a name for itself in the capital." Mu Xiang frowned and said proudly, "Tong Jijiu even made a special gift for your Pure Heart Talisman."

Lu Zhen snorted, "He thinks I'm going to die soon, so he's just pretending." Putting down the folded talisman paper, she chuckled, "Scholar's thoughts..."

Mu Xiang puffed her cheeks, said angrily, "It's a shame that the servant girl thinks Tong Jijiu is a good guy."

"Tong Jijiu is really good." Lu Zhen sat up, "With his gift, almost no one would not believe that I am dying."

Hearing this, Mu Xiang grinned amusedly, "So, Tong Jijiu accidentally bumped into us to help us blow the air?"

Lu Zhen smiled and nodded.

The snail spirit rushed in excitedly, and said to Lu Zhen with a proud face, "I have found out clearly, the fourth master has been sitting in the room these few days, neither drinking nor composing poems."

The smile on Lu Zhen's lips disappeared immediately.The reason why she asked Tian Luo Jing to inquire about it was because she didn't know how to face Lu Xuan.

But she firmly believes that one day, Lu Xuan will be able to get married with Princess Qixia.

Hexagrams do not lie.

Mu Xiang and Snail Jing looked at each other, then smiled and coaxed her, "Girl, why don't we fly outside the city for a while to relax? You see, Xiao Tian hasn't flown for a long time, so he should let him practice?"

The snail spirit hurriedly agreed, "Yes, yes. The little one almost forgot how to fly."

Lu Zhen pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, let's go out to relax and go to Danyanlou to bring back a plate of pork head meat with Daddy."

(End of this chapter)