Daoist, I am not fragrant!

The bright yellow palace lanterns went along the long road between the halls, igniting the light path in the dark night.

The more than a hundred inner eunuchs who were holding the lamps were all wearing dark long clothes, and they stood with their heads bowed, and they hardly even breathed.

The imperial chariot of Nine Dragons came from afar and stopped at the beginning of the light path. Immediately, there were two small eunuchs, one of them was put under the chariot to make a human stool, and the other stood on the side of the chariot, holding firmly the one protruding from it. arm.

Li Jinghong stepped down from the imperial chariot and looked towards the direction of the palace lanterns. The bright and dark lights reflected the golden dragon on his dragon robe, as if it was not an emperor walking in the night, but a dragon soaring above the black clouds.

A few Xiaodao in Tibetan Taoist robes, obviously just got the news, came in a hurry, bowed and knelt down to worship.

Li Jinghong just glanced at them indifferently, and said indifferently: "There is no need to send anyone to meet them, I will go by myself."

Naturally, the few Xiaodao couldn't say anything, they only responded cautiously: "Yes."

Then they saw the emperor's golden pendulum and walked past them without stopping.

But it's not because the people from Taiyuan intentionally neglected them, and only sent some little-known trailheads to pick them up, but because compared with Jinwu Temple, where disciples are flourishing, Taiyuan has not had many direct disciples in recent years.

The ancestors of Fengkong Zhenren's sect, except for the third disciple Miaozun who succeeded as the temple master of Taiyuan, all the others left overnight for no reason, without even leaving a trace.The disciples they took in also withered quickly, even if they insisted on staying, few of them could attain the Tao.

If Zhong Tang knew this, he would no longer wonder why Taiyuan Temple always ordered Si Qianjin to show his face outside.

Si Qianjin is Miao Zun's big disciple, no matter what his internal aptitude is, he can still be a window-dresser.

As for later, there were six direct disciples including Xing Weizong, Geng Lanyin, and Song Wen. Although these may sound like a lot, they only have one line after all. An ordinary disciple with mediocre qualifications.

Li Jinghong is not unaware of Taiyuan's external prosperity and internal decline, but for him, this may not be a bad thing...

The light path in the long dark night has come to an end, Li Jinghong raised his eyes and saw a high platform made of white jade and red stone, under the moonlight, it seemed to be shrouded in fog like light.

This platform is called Baizi, and it is said in the world that he built this platform for begging for children in Taiyuan Temple because he had few heirs after he ascended the throne.In the past ten years, even he was almost convinced by himself.

But few people know that the Baizi Terrace was actually built by his second son, who recovered from a serious illness and used it to pray to the heavens.

But these are not important anymore, and the number of people who still care about these things is decreasing year by year.

The wind in late autumn was getting colder and cooler, blowing Li Jinghong's light robe, but his figure stood still, just staying in front of the Baizitai, neither stepping forward nor leaving.

"Your Majesty is visiting late at night, can you go to the old Taoist's place and have a cup of ginger tea?" The old and hoarse voice came from the night, seeming to be far away, making it difficult to figure out the direction.

Li Jinghong turned his eyes slightly, and glanced at the short old man without any deviation.

He was wearing a Taoist robe made of rough material that the most common disciples would wear in Taiyuan Temple. He was leaning on a black and thin wooden staff, which bent and pressed as he walked, as if he could not support his body at all. It may break at any time.

"Miao Zun's ginger tea, but I haven't drunk it for a while." Li Jinghong looked away lightly, continued to look at Baizitai under the night, and said as if unintentionally: "I wonder if the taste is still the same as before?"

Miao Zun smiled calmly on his wrinkled face: "Naturally, whenever His Majesty comes to drink, the old-fashioned ginger tea is the same."

"It was the same more than twenty years ago, it was the same 12 years ago, and it is the same now."

"The old-fashioned tea has always only relieved His Majesty's worries, and never troubled you."

Li Jinghong also smiled, but after a brief smile, his eyes fell on Miao Zun like a knife blade.

"Miao Zun has always been proper, and indeed he has never bothered me, and the disciple you gave me must be the same—"

Miao Zun's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he just bent down towards the emperor, and the wooden stick in his hand was bent into a humble arc accordingly.

Li Jinghong didn't listen to his explanation, and took one last look at Baizitai, then turned and left indifferently.

At the same time, in the palace, outside the imperial study room, King Ning, who seemed to be awakened from a dream with bloodshot eyes, implored Eunuch Lou anxiously: "Eunuch, please go in and pass the news on my behalf."

But Eunuch Lou just said with a distressed face: "Your Highness, don't make things difficult for this old slave. Your Majesty said that no one will be seen."

"Elder-in-law!" King Ning was so excited when he spoke, he could not wait to kneel in front of the imperial study: "This matter... this matter is related to the second brother, you watched him grow up back then, and now he is complaining to me in a dream , do you really have the heart to just watch like this!"

Lou Gonggong quietly concealed the contempt in his eyes, pretended to be flustered, and said in a subdued tone: "His Royal Highness Ning, be careful, there are some things that you can't say."

King Ning's complexion also changed. Seeing Eunuch Lou's honest expression, most of the strength in his heart disappeared invisibly.

"Your Highness, people in this palace are panicking right now... There are some things that this old slave may not be able to see for sure, so why are you in such a hurry?" After finishing speaking, Eunuch Lou gave King Ning another meaningful look.

King Ning was also hesitant at this time, he thought that the matter of eunuch Liu this morning had shaken the emperor, but looking at Eunuch Lou's attitude now, it seemed that this was not the case.

"Your Highness, go back." Eunuch Lou spoke again, making a gesture of invitation.

King Ning was slightly taken aback, but finally changed direction in the words of Lou Gonggong, and got into the carriage with the help of the young eunuch beside him.

Surprisingly, there was still one person sitting in King Ning's carriage at the moment, but it was Si Qianjin who was wearing black clothes to hide his appearance.

Seeing that King Ning's aura had dissipated, with a hint of disappointment and hesitation on his face, he couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, have you seen Your Majesty this time?"

King Ning shook his head, as if he was still thinking about something, he casually said to Si Qianjin: "No, I just saw Mr. Lou... He advised me not to rush."

"Xiaodao also thinks that what Lou Gonggong said is reasonable," Si Qianjin saw King Ning's immediate retreat, and tried to follow his meaning and said, "Your Highness actually doesn't have to be so impatient."

But who knew that before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by King Ning.

"Why don't you want me to be in a hurry!" In everyone's impression, the weak and elegant King Ning seemed to have torn off his face suddenly, revealing his true face of rage and panic: "Those monsters from Xili are about to enter Lin'an! Father has already decided to marry Li Xiuqian!"

"If he, if he has Xili's support..."

"Your Highness, you—" Si Qianjin looked at King Ning's appearance, and wanted to carefully persuade him a little bit, but unexpectedly, King Ning suddenly stopped his roar, and turned to look at Si Qian with calm and gloomy eyes. Jin.

"Furthermore, why is this king so impatient, the director knows clearly, right?"

Si Qianjin fell silent immediately, but she couldn't avoid King Ning's gaze even in the swaying carriage.

"Tomorrow, I will wait until the sun rises at most."

"Director, do you know what to do?"

Si Qianjin felt that the clothes on his back were almost soaked in cold sweat, so he could only clasp his hands and say, "Yes."

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Unknowingly, the moon has risen to the middle of the sky, and the pale silver light reflects the phantom of the crabapple tree in the small courtyard.

Zhong Tang was wearing Li Bizhi's dark blue Taoist robe, leaning leisurely on the wooden porch in front of the house, with a plate of hot crabapple cakes in hand.

This kind of thing has been made a lot, Zhong Tang spent a lot of thought for the first time, kneading each piece of cake into an almost realistic begonia flower shape, and compared the color of the flower in the illusion, carefully adjusted the vermilion The crimson juice is slightly stained with color.

With his thin white fingers, he picked up a piece of crabapple cake, echoing the fall under the tree in the distance. He squinted his eyes and just wanted to put the piece of cake into his mouth, but when he didn't want to, someone grabbed his wrist.

Zhong Tang immediately raised his Tang-colored lips, which still had a bit of aqua color on them, as if he was luring something.

"Brother, are you going to grab my cake?"

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Ahhhh, procrastination is killing me

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