Xianghe

Only a few days after taking office, the entire Tiangong and the lineage of the Martial God have already turned the sky upside down.

Ye Lingzi's jurisdiction was transferred to Kudi, which meant that he would be devastated in the future because of the few believers and the overly severe situation, and in terms of rank, he had no way to resist Yuan Qinghui.

It was so peaceful, without even seeing Yuan Qinghui, Ye Lingzi took Jingchen to their respective barren fiefs, and because of the difficulty of those two fiefs, the two of them couldn't even return for a long time Heavenly Palace.

The coach is gone, and the remaining soldiers don't have any special heartfelt feelings left. Originally, this kind of thing in the officialdom is to hug each other, and there is no real friendship.What's more troublesome is that some martial gods who didn't like Yuan Qinghui's background were cleaned up one by one. , and the originally self-sacrificing immortal suddenly made a mistake that shouldn't be made. When he woke up, he didn't know the personnel and affairs. It didn't take long for people to gradually realize what Yuan Qinghui was doing behind the scenes.

It didn't take long for the Martial God lineage to follow Yuan Qinghui.

In the past few days, he had been staring at the progress of the repair of the Siwu Temple, and at the same time thinking of ways to deal with those aliens. Yuan Qinghui was so busy that he didn't close his eyes for a long time.

Up to now, the Siwu Temple has been repaired in sevens and eighties, and he has also cleaned up everything in the Wushen lineage, and he finally got a moment of peace.

But just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them again.

No, he has to find something to do.

Flicking his sleeves and going up to the Lingxiao Palace, the current Yuan Qinghui dared to face the Heavenly Emperor.

"Repair the Heavenly Palace?"

"Yes." Yuan Qinghui said standing in the hall and looking at the tall man.

It is impossible for Yuan Qinghui to do practical things, but it is enough to renovate this Tiangong to make people feel that he is doing practical things.

What he used to do in the officialdom is still sufficient in Tiangong.

He saw the Emperor's eyes lowered for a moment, then raised his head slightly: "Yes."

Most of the buildings in Tiangong are still the same as when the Emperor of Heaven was in office thousands of years ago. Except for some capable gods who can mobilize some people to repair their temples, the small temples where many small gods live are still designed in the same style as thousands of years ago. There are many temples that don't even have windows. These are the information collected by Yuan Qinghui after wandering around the Tiangong in a really idle and boring manner.

It was only then that he realized that many palaces in Tiangong had no windows. The one he lived in a hundred years ago was an old house where many tenth-rank priests lived. Yuan Qinghui was aware of this problem.

Now that he has taken care of something for himself, Yuan Qinghui is busy again without touching the ground.

The Heavenly Palace, which is usually so quiet that you can't even hear the wind, suddenly became lively.

Inside and out.

From the outside, the temple of the Heavenly Palace has been extensively renovated, and from the inside, there are a series of turbulent changes in power that were born with the emergence of a new force.

These days, the entire Tiangong is not peaceful.

Just when the whole Tiangong was busy and dizzy, there was a small news that was insignificant to the immortals, and then it was quickly buried in the noise of gongs and drums.

Yuan Qinghui is busy instructing his subordinates to repair the Siwen Temple. Siwen's temple is actually very good. Before the Siwu Temple was built, it was the largest and most majestic besides the Lingxiao Temple. , but after the Siwu Palace was built, he was not so interesting.

Now Yuan Qinghui and Si Wen are considered to be of the same rank, and they are in charge of civil and military affairs. He has no intention of overpowering Si Wu, so he is also planning to repair Si Wen's temple, at least to make it similar to his own, right?

So these days, Si Wen temporarily lived in Yuan Qinghui's Siwu Hall. After all, when the Siwu Temple was being repaired, Yuan Qinghui also temporarily lived in the Siwu Hall.

Living with his former immediate boss, Yuan Qinghui was a little nervous for a while.

It's not about being nervous about the status of the hierarchy, but——

"How about it, Peiyuan, oh, no, now I should call you Lord Siwu Priest, is your trip down to earth going well?"

Yuan Qinghui sat across from Si Wen, and was discussing with him how to repair his Si Wen Palace, but this guy changed the topic to Yuan Qinghui after a while. If Yuan Qinghui guessed correctly, Before long, he was afraid that he would have to ask about his marriage.

"Have you met True Monarch Shen Nong?"

"Pfft—" Before he swallowed half of the saliva in his mouth, Yuan Qinghui sprayed straight towards Si Wen who was opposite him.

At the moment when half a sip of tea was about to be sprayed on Si Wen's face, he calmly opened the white folding fan in his hand to block Yuan Qinghui's saliva.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Si Wen tsk tsk twice, and Yuan Qinghui already had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. This man's sensitivity to gossip was simply beyond Yuan Qinghui's cognition. The smell on Qinghui's body was heavier than usual, and it was deduced that Yuan Qinghui must have done something more indescribable with Xianghe that day, and Yuan Qinghui was indeed kissed by Xianghe that day, and the whole person was very excited that day , but because he was afraid of being forced to ask questions by Si Wen after returning home, he worked very hard to suppress his joy, but unexpectedly, he showed his feet in a strange place.

Si Wenyong opened his white folding fan, on which was painted a gossip pattern with a bit of a fairy air, but Yuan Qinghui knew that this thing symbolized his heart that never ceased to search for trifles about gossip.

It's completely incomprehensible. He is obviously an upright, refined, and handsome young civil servant. No matter how you look at it, he is a godlike figure who is so talented. Why does he like to gossip so much? Small gossips, especially those who care about the private affairs of the gods in the sky, but this person is extraordinarily sensitive to such matters, he is a natural "gossipist", but his appearance does not match this image at all!

Si Wen folded his fan to cover his mouth, with a sinister smile of "I understand" on his face, he still couldn't see the eyes of the smile, and said, "Look at this, did you see it?"

Although he was asking Yuan Qinghui, there was no doubt in Si Wen's tone.

Before Yuan Qinghui could say a word, Si Wen started again: "Looking at you again, I'm afraid it's not going well again?"

Yuan Qinghui took the teacup and put it into his mouth again, hoping to cover up the corners of his mouth that could not stop twitching, but he had just finished drinking the water in the teacup, or sprayed it, and there was no water in it. I had to take down the teacup, and the corner of my mouth couldn't help twitching again.

But it seems that Si Wen didn't come here specially to tease him. He waved his white folding fan and said slowly: "What about this fairy, I didn't tell you these things to ask you for news. After all, you What else is this Immortal Lord not aware of."

Yuan Qinghui slandered inwardly: "Then you still insist on speaking out, embarrassing me so much?"

Si Wen took the teacup in front of him, and imitated Yuan Qinghui and put a sip of tea into his mouth, but he just took a sip and said slowly: "There is something, I don't know whether it should be done or not." Tell you."

Usually, after others say this, Yuan Qinghui's answer is: You should stop saying it.

Those who really want to talk about it don't make jokes. Those who talk about it usually want to get something first, even if it is other people's peace of mind and not to blame, it is what he wants to get.

So Yuan Qinghui still didn't say anything, he poured himself another cup of tea, but then, what Si Wen said, who couldn't control his mouth, made him even pour the tea that he had finally brewed into his hand.

"I heard that Shennong Zhenjun was captured by a thousand-year-old pointer demon in the mortal world, and he was going to use him to lure the Emperor of Heaven to show up to meet him."

Si Wen glanced sideways at Yuan Qinghui's spilled tea, smiled comprehensibly, and continued: "You know, the Heavenly Emperor has long since cared about the life and death of his junior brother, and the news was pinched before Nantianmen even let it in. Dead, the monster said that if he still does not see the Emperor in three days, he will throw Shennong Xingguan into Yanchi, oh, this news came yesterday, now there are only two days left."

After Si Wen finished speaking, he put away the folding fan, revealing a smile of anticipation that he couldn't hide for a long time.

Yuan Qinghui slowly stabilized the teapot, wiped the hand that was wet with tea with a handkerchief beside him, raised his head slowly, with a calm expression: "You have to tell the Emperor of Heaven about this matter, with me What's the use of outsiders talking?"

After Si Wen left, Yuan Qinghui found that his hand that was scalded by the tea just now was shaking all the time.

He pressed that hand with all his strength, but found that even the other hand couldn't stop shaking.

Later, he couldn't restrain himself, his whole body trembled, because Yuan Qinghui felt a little difficult to breathe because of the excessive tension in his body.

For a long time, long time after Si Wen left, Yuan Qinghui sat there until it was dark and the moon in the Moon Palace rose before he gradually recovered.

As if he was too tired, he lowered his head and stretched his hands against his forehead, and he could not move in this position for a long time, then he finally looked at the teacup with only a little tea in front of him, looked at the half moon in the teacup with lonely eyes, and said to himself Said: "Didn't you say it's all right?"

The Heavenly Palace is not full of daytime, and the gods also need to rest. There will also be nights when the moonlight falls here, and you can also see the cloudy and sunny phases of the Moon Palace in the Tiangong, but his nights are not like the world, because spring and summer The seasons in autumn and winter are different, the day and night here are always constant, and there is no season here.

Sitting until the daytime of the next day, sitting in the shadow of the Moon Palace, Yuan Qinghui took off his black uniform and changed into his purple official uniform.

"Your Majesty." Even Yuan Qinghui himself felt that he was looking for the Emperor of Heaven a little too often recently?In the eyes of outsiders, as a rookie who is eager to show off, is he taking too much risk?

"What's the matter?" This time the Emperor of Heaven is not on the throne in the Lingxiao Palace, he is resting in his bedroom with his eyes closed. When Yuan Qinghui saw him, he was still meditating, and now he doesn't care if he is disturbed. Qinghui had to show up.

Different from the golden Lingxiao Temple, his sleeping hall is black, just like Yuan Qinghui just entered her Siwu Temple. Although there are large and bright windows here, the feeling here is not as good as The black that I saw when I first entered the Siwu Temple was weaker.

"Little God just received a piece of news." Yuan Qinghui bowed respectfully, trying to make his emotions calmer and his mind more active.

"Speak." The Heavenly Emperor was still meditating, his eyes still closed.

"I heard that after Shennong Xingguan was demoted to the mortal world, he was captured by a demon in the mortal world. The demon used him as bait. I want you to meet him."

After Yuan Qinghui finished speaking, the Emperor of Heaven didn't respond for a moment. It seemed that he was meditating, so the reaction would be slower, and he seemed to be confirming whether Yuan Qinghui had finished speaking.

In the moment of silence in the entire dormitory, Yuan Qinghui could hear his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

After a while, the Heavenly Emperor still didn't open his eyes, and said slowly: "It's just a fallen angel who violated the rules of heaven. The Heavenly Palace has long been unable to tolerate him. Why bother with his life, what's more, I need to come forward in person, Si Wu, you What is my majesty?"

The Heavenly Emperor's voice was loud and penetrating, and his voice kept echoing in the bedroom, shaking Yuan Qinghui's mind a little hazy.

In your heart, do you really have no affection for him at all?All you care about is your throne, your majesty?

Then I—

But when Yuan Qinghui was thinking about it, the man interrupted his thoughts again: "Wu, you transferred Ye Lingzi out just after you took office. I regarded you as Liwei and didn't interfere, but now, Ye Lingzi is in trouble in Yanchi, you have to help him, otherwise, you are not competent as a military priest."

Yuan Qinghui was startled, and randomly handed over the order: "The little god will definitely help Ye Lingzi in the near future."

"Not recently, but now. Ye Lingzi has been injured and won't last long. You should go down and help him now."

Yuan Qinghui's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he raised his head in panic, and saw that the man was still meditating with his eyes closed, and there was no wave on his face.

now?But tomorrow, tomorrow Xianghe will——

I don't know whether this person is intentional or not, but Yuan Qinghui knows one thing, this person really doesn't have any brotherhood with Xianghe in his heart.

Thinking of Xianghe crying and missing this person in his arms that day, I couldn't help but feel a bit of bitterness in my heart. How should I put it, to a certain extent, this is also the karma of unintentional people...