After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Ye Lang knelt behind Mrs. Ye, and also noticed Ye Shaoqing who was supposed to be imprisoned. He was not surprised that this guy would come out by himself. After all, he was far from his opponent. What he never expected was that this The kid actually dared to be so disrespectful in front of His Majesty the Pope in full view!

What a shame to throw it home!After such a big ugliness, let's see who can protect you!

Ye Lang glanced at him with a sneer, waiting to see the joke with full expectation.

Ye Shaoqing's distinctive posture was gradually noticed by many people, all kinds of unkind eyes were gouged out like knives, but he turned a blind eye to it, still just stood in the crowd, staring at Ye Zheng quietly.

Gazing at the holy and majestic Pope whom he had never seen before.

In his memory, Yezheng was usually a fluffy and beautiful white fox. Even when he transformed into a human form, he either wore strange women's clothing, or simply ran naked naked.

Now, it was the first time for Ye Shaoqing to see his master, who was so gracefully dressed and imposing, showing the dignity, elegance and status of the leader of the Holy See.

Even though he had been with Ye Zheng for a long time, Ye Shaoqing was captured by his brilliance for a while, and he was so amazed by it that he lost his mind for a long time and couldn't look away.

However, Ye Zheng's sight had already enveloped the place where he was. He stopped and started to walk again, changed his route, and walked straight towards Ye Shaoqing.

More and more guests noticed Ye Shaoqing's weirdness, and dissatisfied whispers began to sound from every corner of the hall, including Mi Feng and Gu Sa who were watching coldly.

Seeing His Majesty the Pope approaching, Ye Ke couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He wanted to step forward and tear Ye Shaoqing off, but was grabbed by Ye Lang: "Brother, are you crazy? Don't be stupid! That kid must have offended His Majesty the Pope." I'm happy, do you want to be implicated too?"

Mrs. Ye was worried that Ye Shaoqing's rude behavior would affect the Ye family, so she lowered her voice and said harshly, "Didn't you see His Majesty the Pope? Kneel down and salute to His Majesty, you bastard! If you want to shame yourself, don't drag the Ye family down!" "

However, Ye Shaoqing completely ignored her and didn't even bother to look at her. Furious, Mrs. Ye said to the attendant behind her, "What are you still doing in a daze? Push this bastard down!"

The attendants immediately got up with their backs bowed, flanking left and right, making a gesture to force Ye Shaoqing to kneel——

"Stop!" With a loud shout, the unsheathed long sword swung away the attendants who were trying to strike with the force of lightning. The voice came from Zhan Qiu, and the long sword came from the knight captain Wen Changyan.

The two raised their eyebrows and looked at each other, then looked away without any trace, passed by, and returned to where they were supposed to stand.

This order made Mrs. Ye a little unbelievable, and Zhan Qiu was fine, so what is Wen Changyan's identity?The confidant of His Majesty the Pope is directly under the commander of the Cavalry Army. It is impossible for Mrs. Ye not to know her, but he actually stood up for that brat Ye Shaoqing?

Mrs. Ye was in a state of confusion, she couldn't figure out why after thinking about it, not only her, almost everyone present couldn't figure it out, only Mi Feng, who had been in contact with Ye Shaoqing earlier, suddenly had a shocking guess in his heart , the heart was beating wildly, and the whole face was stiff.

The next moment, his premonition was confirmed.

Ye Zheng signaled to everyone not to salute, his majestic and oppressive eyes swept across their faces one by one. When he looked at Mrs. Ye, his eyes suddenly turned cold, his unhurried voice was like an elegant and moving cello, and the words he uttered were It is enough to make some people tremble with fear and feel restless: "You guys, what do you want to do to my only disciple?"

The only disciple? !When did that bastard Ye Shaoqing become the Pope's apprentice?

Mrs. Ye's face turned pale, as if she had just applied a layer of white wax, she was so frightened that she lost all blood, and under the intermingling of shock and doubt, she froze in place, losing her demeanor.

Ye Lang was also pale. His face was filled with anger and fear. Everything that happened today was too absurd. Why did the guy who disappeared for a long time suddenly appear not only became a powerful priest, but now He changed his body again and became His Majesty's disciple? !

Ye Lang's brain went blank, remembering the complacency and all kinds of humiliation in front of him before, but now all of them were beaten back on him, like an invisible mountain, which made him almost unable to lift his head, and even breathing became difficult. difficult.

If he had known this before, he would not have dared to provoke the Pope's apprentice even if he had had the guts of a leopard!

Mrs. Ye's mouth was bitter, not to mention her, Ye Ke, Mai Wei's father and daughter and other people who knew Ye Shaoqing were all shocked at the moment, and they couldn't react for a long time. As expected, he still swallowed unnaturally, and was extremely thankful that he didn't have any more conflicts with the other party that day.

Ye Zheng's calm and cold voice clearly spread to every corner of the audience, and the guests were in an uproar. No one thought that the successor His Majesty the Pope officially accepted as a disciple was not the legendary The second prince, on the contrary, is an unknown young man!

Those poor attendants hadn't recovered from their daze, they looked at each other blankly, Wen Changyan had a panoramic view of Ye's family's reaction, stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, they are just following Madam Ye's orders. , I don’t know the identity of Your Excellency Shaoqing.”

Ye Zheng's eyes fell on Mrs. Ye indifferently, and he said slowly, "Oh? Mrs. Ye?"

Being stared at by such eyes was like being pierced by a sharp arrow. Mrs. Ye felt a slight chill in her heart, feeling as if she had been shortened out of thin air, and the sweat on her forehead wet her bangs. As the general's wife, she came with confidence: "Your Majesty, Ye... Shaoqing is the adopted son of our Ye family. I didn't know that he was lucky enough to worship you as his teacher. I just saw his behavior was inappropriate, so I spoke to stop him. "

"Adopted son? It turns out that General Ye has a third child." Ye Zheng nodded lightly, speaking in a calm and calm tone, as if he didn't take her gaffe into consideration.

Before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Ye Zheng ask again: "However, what did you call him just now?"

Mrs. Ye's heart skipped a beat, her eyes turned black, and she actually called his disciple a bastard in front of the Pope...

Ye Zheng just said indifferently: "My disciple, if you want to teach me a lesson, you have to ask me first, understand? Once you enter my gate, you must cut off all past secular relationships. Remember, from today onwards, Shaoqing It has nothing to do with your Ye family."

Mrs. Ye felt guilty, she didn't dare to say a word with her mouth open.

Ye Ke has been looking at Ye Shaoqing in silence, his eyes are melancholy and complicated.

Everyone heard these words clearly. It seems that His Majesty attaches great importance to this disciple. He originally planned to curry favor with the future pope through the Ye family, but he stopped thinking after these few words. Attitude tastes a bit different.

Before today, there had never been any rumors that the Ye family had an adopted son in the upper circles of the imperial capital.What's more, General Ye's reputation has always been good, he has never been obsessed with women, and he has never heard of any romantic affairs. This young man can't be the illegitimate son of General Ye, right?

So far in this engagement banquet, no one still remembers the original protagonist, and everyone's focus is on the mysterious disciple of the Pope. All the explosive news that happened in front of them, passed through various channels in a blink of an eye, and seemed to have grown wings. It quickly appeared on the desks of every big man in the imperial capital.

The night was already dark, and on the other side far away from the Temple of Light, the imperial palace, which symbolized the supreme royal power of the empire, was still brightly lit at this moment, and the tall palace walls separated the inside and outside into a clear line of light and darkness.

"Bang——" a glazed celadon teacup was violently thrown to the ground and shattered. The scattered fragments splashed a bright red bloodstain on the face of the guard kneeling in front of the desk. Dare not take a breath.

After venting the anger in his chest, Feng Gan let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back on the back of the chair, his expression gradually calmed down, but there was still a lingering hostility between his brows: "Is this really true?"

The guard buried his head lower, and said in a muffled voice, "Go back to His Highness the Second Prince, there is no doubt about it."

"Good! Good! Good!" Feng Gan laughed back angrily, his gloomy eyes were full of disappointment and grief, "I have been by his side for so many years, and he has never looked at me more than once, and now he treats me like this...that Ye Shaoqing What the hell! Made me the laughing stock of the entire imperial capital!"

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince..."

Closing his eyes tiredly, he said, "Go out."

"Yes."

Because of this blockbuster, the grand engagement banquet also came to a hasty end as His Majesty the Pope left with his disciples. The guests left with different hearts, ready to welcome the turmoil after dawn tomorrow.

The Temple of Light is located to the east of the imperial capital. The huge tower towering into the sky, like a rainbow pillar that towers above the sky, is the symbol of the temple. It is rumored that His Majesty's bedroom is on the top of the tower.

Thick curtains and glass windows blocked the dark clouds and cold night wind outside. The overly spacious bedroom hall was more than enough for ten people. The floor was covered with handmade cashmere carpets, and the fiery red fireplace was covered by a layer of transparent The crystal wall is perfect for sound insulation, but the temperature of the fire is constantly transmitted, making the room as warm as spring.

I don't know if it's because there are more people, but the bedroom seems to be a little hotter than usual.

Ye Zheng was reclining lazily on the imperial concubine's couch. The rigorous and solemn golden sacrificial robe had been unbuttoned, the neckline was open, and the clothes were hanging half-retired on his elbows. He slightly raised the corners of his eyes and squinted at The disciple with a serious face stretched out his hands towards him, and said slowly, "Come here, I am tired from being a teacher and want to take a bath."

The corner of Ye Shaoqing's mouth twitched: "...I want to take a bath by myself, what a coquettish His Majesty the Pope is!"

Ye Zheng still opened his hands at him, half-complainingly: "As a teacher, I didn't even care about the fact that you kept my background from me. I will solve your troubles for you. You haven't thanked me yet, and you refused to help me take a bath. You are a heartless little girl." asshole!"

"……you win."