After becoming a disciple of the Pope

There was silence in the temple.

Hanxi's crossed hands changed several positions, which seemed rather awkward.

He, the Archbishop of the Holy Church, was exceptionally promoted due to the previous accidental death of illness. He has been in office for less than a year, and he has limited knowledge of His Majesty's character and behavior style. The closest conversation is still before the retreat. His majesty gathered together to encourage and advise on daily affairs amiably. His overly beautiful appearance deceived him deeply. He even once thought that His Majesty was the embodiment of God and beauty, a kind, kind, compassionate leader.

Looking at it now, it was really naive as Qinghe that old fox said.Appearances are deceiving. If the people below have a slight objection, they will change their course and waver their decision. How can it be possible to sit on the Pope's throne for a long time?

Facing the Pope's tough attitude, Han Xi had nothing to do. He didn't dare to speak ill of the Pope, so he had to curse Qinghe countless times in his heart. This old man clearly set him up on purpose to see him make a fool of himself!

The only archbishop of the Holy Church who held an opposing opinion also withdrew from this invisible confrontation. Zhao Hua suddenly became a helpless early bird, standing in the crowd like a thorn on his back, with the green man on his wrist tightly tucked into his sleeve, Don't dare to stand up.

He tried his best to maintain his solemnity and composure, but in fact he was complaining secretly in his heart. This time, the candidate for the position of Holy Son, if he were any other person, even a three-year-old child, he would not and would not dare to oppose it in public. The Pope, who knew that the gods would play tricks on him like this, and arranged for a young man who had a grudge against him to be on the throne. If Ye Shaoqing really succeeds as the Holy Son, and even succeeds the Pope, he has to clean up himself, but he can do nothing.

How could he allow his future and life to be controlled by an enemy, even if he offended His Majesty the Pope, he couldn't care less.However, the silence in the hall was like a black boulder pressing on his tense nerves. Every second that passed was a further despair.

Finally, a voice like the sound of heaven saved his heart that was about to stop.

"and many more--"

Feng Gan came out more and more, walked slowly to the bottom of the white jade steps, looked up at Ye Zheng, as if he had been like this for many years, looking up at the tall back of the other party humbly, in the presence of everyone including himself Everyone once thought that one day, that seat would belong to him, but the cruel reality made him stumble. How could years of careful planning go to waste at the last moment?

His eyes vaguely skipped over Ye Shaoqing's face, Feng Gan took a deep breath, restrained all his emotions, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, we have no intention of questioning your decision, but according to the rules of the Holy See, the Holy Son must first obtain the title of the Holy Beast." Only when it is approved, can it be qualified to hold the canonization ceremony. May I ask Your Excellency Ye Shaoqing, has he already obtained the approval of the holy beast Bai Ze?"

When Feng Gan was paying attention to Ye Shaoqing, he was also scrutinizing the rumored second prince who was most likely to be his successor.As far as appearance is concerned, he is tall and handsome, with a slender figure, and a pair of blue eyes, which symbolize the noble status of the royal family, giving rise to the illusion of affection for no reason, and his gestures are also full of the arrogance and grace of the royal blood.

Ye Shaoqing stood on the stage looking down at the other party, and suddenly understood why this throne was so desirable.The perspective from a high place can often bring people full of self-confidence and vanity of holding power. Once you enjoy the pleasure of looking down on all living beings and taking life and death, you will easily fall into it, sink or decay, and don't want to Forget and let go.

Ye Shaoqing glanced at Yezheng, who looked calm and didn't give him any hints.He took a step forward and calmly answered Feng Qian's question: "Never."

In fact, he has never seen the real body of the holy beast, except Ye Zheng's transformed Bai Ze phantom.

Feng Gan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said solemnly: "In that case, please follow the Holy See's rules, and I think His Majesty the Holy Beast can also select suitable candidates by adhering to the will of the gods."

Feng Gan's proposal was reasonable and reasonable. He did not explicitly oppose the Pope, but moved out the rules that had been passed down by the Holy See for thousands of years. Even if he was as strong as Ye Zheng, he could not be said to be wrong.

The calm atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed again.

Han Xi stared deeply into Feng Gan's blue eyes, trying to see what was hidden inside.

holy beast?What the hell is this guy up to?Why did he think that Ye Shaoqing would not pass the test of the holy beast?Or, does he know some secret?

Now that the second prince had spoken, the wrinkles and frowns on Zhao Hua's face finally relaxed, but he was still a little uneasy.As things stand now, he has no other way out but to stand on Feng Gan's side.

Ye Zheng's sharp knife-like eyes flicked across the faces of the archbishops from top to bottom, and everyone bowed their heads respectfully, not daring to look at him.

His deep voice reverberated above the hall, as steady as a rock and indestructible like his will: "The rules of the Holy See should be followed, if the holy beast also approves the successor I choose, you will have no objection, right? "

"Exactly!"

Ye Zheng nodded, and raised his voice, "Where is the general affairs officer?"

Yun Hong quickly walked up the steps, stood three feet away from His Majesty the Pope, neither an inch more nor less, knelt down neatly on one knee, lowered his eyelids, and avoided looking at His Majesty: Please show your majesty."

"Go and prepare for the ceremony. Three days later, the Holy Beast Palace will be opened."

Yun Hong bowed his head deeply, his face extremely serious and pious: "Yes!"

Wen Changyan and Zhou Wen couldn't help but look at each other, and they saw the word doubt in each other's eyes at the same time - others may still be in the dark, but after the disappearance of His Majesty the Pope, didn't the holy beast Bai Ze fall into a deep sleep?

This thorny matter barely came to a compromise. Amidst the sound of prayers, Ye Zheng led Ye Shaoqing out of the temple under the watchful eyes of everyone, and ignored the increasingly fierce debate behind him.

From the moment he decided to push Ye Shaoqing into the eyes of everyone, the interests of all parties have already begun to be shaken, and any controversy and gossip are inevitable, but in Ye Zheng's eyes, the result is already doomed, no matter how powerful it seems The voice is just the last bit of self-consolation after all.

Zhou Wen dutifully escorted the two back to the tower, scratching his head and wanting to ask about the holy beast, but unfortunately he was blocked by His Majesty's unfathomable eyes, so he had to follow Wen Changyan's ass to patrol.

His Majesty the Pope, who was still majestic and solemn just a moment ago, kicked off his boots very quickly the second he stepped into the dormitory, took off the crown and scepter familiarly, and stuffed his mind into the arms of his disciples , the movements are as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, done in one go.

"It's so heavy, won't my neck hurt if I wear this thing every day?" Ye Shaoqing shook his head helplessly, and put it on the padded special shelf cabinet beside him, and sprinkled some water on the green radishes on both sides by the way.

Yezheng poured two glasses of fruit wine in front of the wine cabinet. The deep red wine was charmingly colored under the light. He leaned softly on the imperial concubine's couch and took a sip. There was a little sweet breath on the corner of his lips.

Ye Shaoqing turned around, just in time to see the other party sticking out the tip of his tongue to lick away the residual alcohol smell, his lips were so moist that they shone with water, the end of his eyes was stained with a slightly drunken blush, they were raised slightly, and he half-closed his eyes to look at him. Half-truthfully complained: "It hurts, it hurts so much, come quickly and rub it for me."

"...you really know how to climb along the pole." Ye Shaoqing cursed vixen angrily, then changed the topic, and said, "So that person is the second prince, who is not what I imagined, I thought he was It will look treacherous."

"Where is a really treacherous person written on his face?" Ye Zheng was lazily leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, with a pair of bare feet protruding from the hem of his clothes.

Ye Shaoqing couldn't help laughing and said, "Yes, just like you."

Ye Zheng snorted softly, and said, "The Holy Beast Palace will be up to you in three days' time."

Ye Shaoqing frowned and said, "I remember you said that Bai Ze was in a deep sleep, isn't he awake?"

Ye Zheng shook his head: "I borrowed too much power from it when I was attacked, and I'm not sure if I'll recover now. Judging by Feng Gan's confident appearance, it's likely that he hasn't woken up yet."

Ye Shaoqing raised her eyebrows: "There are only three days, is there a way to wake me up?"

Yezheng rubbed his chin and said, "Theoretically speaking, if you inject enough holy light into it, it might be possible."

"How much is enough?"

"... probably sucked you dry."

The corner of Ye Shaoqing's mouth twitched: "Are you kidding me?"

Ye Zheng narrowed his eyes, and said casually: "Don't worry, it really can't, I can return the power I absorbed from Bai Ze to it, and it will recover naturally."

Ye Shaoqing's eyes were fixed, and she shook her head without thinking: "You will become weak, absolutely not. Believe me, I can do it."

Yezheng smiled happily and reached out to him.After all, Ye Shaoqing resigned to her fate and sat down next to him, and was about to rub his delicate neck for Master Master, but was embraced by the latter's arms, and took a sip of wine involuntarily.

A sweet and pungent smell rushed over, Ye Shaoqing subconsciously swallowed it, feeling bad immediately.

Ye Zheng sat straddling him with a smile, rubbing his toes lightly against his legs, enjoying the pleasure of peeling off layers of bamboo shoot clothes, and said with a light smile, "Of course I believe you can do it, my teacher."

Ye Shaoqing tried his best to resist the temptation of the other party, barely resisting the invasion of drunkenness, and said in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you say that you should keep 'pure' before the ceremony?"

"Oh, little idiot." Ye Zheng laughed viciously, "Only you need it, and I don't need it. Being a teacher is sacrificing your physical appearance to hone your will. You should thank me very much."

"..." You are so angry, but you still have to keep smiling.

Ye Shaoqing squinted, this vixen, just be proud, let him look good sooner or later!

The author has something to say: Fox: I have always been very good-looking as a teacher~ [smile

Ye: The men who flirt today will be the ones who shed tears tomorrow [hehe