Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

In the early morning of the next day, Zhaoge was boiling.

One after another, the news was flying all over the sky, from the porter to the mason, from the mason to the granny selling flowers, from the granny to the child running around with bare buttocks, all the way to all the damp and dark alleys.

"Fenxianglou has a son of God!"

People whispered, covering their faces and weeping: "This is true. I saw it with my own eyes. With a wave of God's hand, seven or eight bolts of lightning rumbled down from the sky, and the stone floor was about to crack. The rain god frightened the rain. Take it, there is not a single drop of rain on the ground."

"It's true, the old man squeezed to the front. The Son of God is even more elegant and refined than the Son of God. He seems to be able to grow wings at any time when he sits on the altar. There is a faint white light on his body, and the halo of holy light is looming on the top of his black hair. With a smile, the old cold legs of the old man will be cured for many years!"

"The Son of God saved the life of the lowly servant girl! If the master's hairpin can't be found, the lowly servant girl will be killed with a stick, woo woo..."

"The Son of God has found the idiotic eldest son of the concubine... It turns out that he is building a holy pagoda in the city, so close!"

The divination by the Son of God is "lost things", which is a question that can be confirmed immediately after getting the answer.

Overnight, countless people who inquired no longer had any doubts. When it was still daylight, they knelt down in front of the Fenxiang Tower and murmured the scriptures.

Some believers in Guozixue who are not smart but have fast hands heard that Tiansheng taught a son of God, and immediately went to the streets to sort out the results of people's divination. ", and planned to print it into a booklet and distribute it everywhere, as a contribution to his missionary work.

In the afternoon, when it was time for lectures, a huge crowd had already gathered at the lecture forum in front of the Fenxiang Building.

People no longer lined up in front of a rice to satisfy their hunger. They wore the best clothes one after another. There was still fear in their expressions, but there was a little more hope, hoping to see the miracle of the spirit again.

The preacher took the lead to offer sacrifices to the gods and gods of heaven, and after preaching the new scriptures, he announced: "Fathers and folks, today's lecture is over, please go away. In the coming day, the dark clouds will dissipate and the sun will illuminate the land. At that time, the Son of God will open the altar again for divination. Heaven is holy and mighty, blessed for all generations."

"Heaven's holy power, blessings forever."

Whether you are a believer or not, when you hear this conclusion, you all prostrate yourself on the ground in the worship of Tianshengjiao.

Xie Huaian is resting in the guest room on the top floor of Fenxiang Building.

For divination, he used the "Lost and Found" function of the system.

Although the number of "free use" is only once a day, it takes too much energy, but fortunately, the calculation problem is relatively simple. It is nothing more than finding people and things, or finding the root cause of some diseases, and it does not consume too much energy. .

Shen fell asleep for a long time, and after being pressed by Hong Yao and taking medicine, he was already much better.

"There will be light rain today too... Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow will either be rainy or cloudy... It will be about the afternoon of the day after tomorrow." Xie Huai'an sat on the bedside and wrapped himself in a small quilt, closing his eyes to study the weather forecast.

A screen separated Hong Yao, who was looking at the booklet, and replied with two minds: "Sir, why don't you forget it again, rest. You can wait until the next day, and you don't have to sit for too long."

"Well, I have a clue."

Hearing this, Hong Yao finished approving the secret document and slapped the table hard: "I don't think so."

Xie Huaian shrugged his shoulders.

He wanted to say "it's nothing", but hearing Hong Yao's dissatisfaction, he wisely held back.For a long time, Hong Yao cared more about his health than himself, and when he had a headache, his face turned dark.

The room fell into silence, only the sound of Hong Yao flipping through the notebook.

Xie Huai'an glanced at the time displayed by the system, leaned against the head of the bed and played with his smooth long hair, tied two knots, a little bored.

He had been lying down for almost a whole day, and he never got off the ground. He wanted to go out and visit the Fenxiang Building, and have fun with Ling Ling, who seemed to be the most talkative. Before he could make a sound, Hong Yao ordered him to stay in bed and rest.

If you continue to raise it, your bones will become soft.Xie Huai'an deliberately sighed loudly.

"Sir, have nothing to do? Don't pull your hair..." Hong Yao said with his head down as if he could see what Xie Huai'an was doing through the screen.

"His Majesty……"

Xie Huai'an squeezed his throat, screamed His Majesty shyly, and couldn't take it anymore after screaming, rubbed his face and said normally, "It's so boring after sitting for a long time, Your Majesty can help me find something to do well."

Hong Yao raised the corners of his lips: "Can you read, sir?"

"Barely..." Xie Huai'an said bravely.

"Come here, sit next to me, and I will teach you." Hong Yao said.

Xie Huai'an's eyes lit up, he jumped out of bed, strolled around the screen, and walked towards Hong Yao's desk.

"Put on your full clothes..." Hong Yao said without raising his head, "It's placed at the end of the bed, and so is the blouse, put it on."

Xie Huaian: "..."

Why do you care so much!Xie Huai'an was dressed neatly, messily tied up his long hair, and walked towards Hong Yao with regular steps.

Across a screen, the guest room is arranged as a place of worship before going to bed.

In order to supervise Xie Huai'an's rest nearby, Hong Yao moved the booklet here, and regarded it as a study.

Dajing is transitioning from low furniture to high furniture, including armchairs and tables suitable for high sitting, as well as table cases for sitting on the floor.

Influenced by the style of Tianshengjiao, all the furnishings are complicated and extravagant.The places that can be inlaid with gold will never be missed, and the materials that can be hollowed out and carved will definitely be engraved with patterns.

The best guest rooms in Fenxiang Building are exclusively for distinguished guests who believe in Tiansheng Sect. The decoration is elegant and luxurious, and the cost for one night is also sky-high.

As soon as Xie Huai'an walked around the screen, he couldn't help frowning.

Too fancy.

The bedrooms are alright, with darker tones and dark carvings.

The worship room is covered with bright red gold-woven beaded carpets, and there are ancient shelves inlaid with precious stones such as white jadeite, ivory mother-of-pearl, green turquoise and other precious stones, and rows of "Natural Scriptures" engraved on gold plates, Shrine.

Xie Huai'an was dizzy, looked around hastily, and his eyes fell on Hong Yao.

Hong Yao was dressed in a simple black robe, sitting in front of the desk, writing instructions.

He had just taken a shower, and his wet black hair hung down on the bright red carpet, with sporadic strands falling on his forehead, half covering his pale and melancholy face.

Hearing that Xie Huai'an was approaching, Hong Yao closed the book he was reading, raised his green eyes and looked him up and down, the coldness in his eyes faded, and he revealed a calm smile.

The glare of the mother-of-pearl is no longer dazzling, the color of the pearl jewelry has faded, and there is only a deep black in the room, and there are quiet eyes.

It's pretty good.Xie Huaian thought blankly.

"Sir is very obedient, why stand up, sit next to me." Hong Yao said.

Xie Huai'an was inexplicably honest, put away his thoughts of making a fuss, and knelt down beside Hong Yao peacefully.

"Don't you complain of pain this time?" Hong Yao glanced at it, got up and took an embroidered cushion and put it on the mat, and sat down next to the cushion again.

Xie Huai'an pinched the ear of the cushion, and quietly pulled it a little farther away from Hong Yao.

It's not good to sit so close.

Hong Yao turned his head expressionlessly, looking at Xie Huai'an.

Xie Huai'an blinked, and pushed the cushion back to its original position little by little, as if he had done nothing, put his hands on his knees, and sat next to Hong Yao.

The faint scent of sandalwood on Hong Yao's robe penetrated into Xie Huai'an's nose, Xie Huai'an was distracted, and quickly focused on looking at Hong Yao's hand.

These are a pair of pleasing hands, even with silk gloves on, you can see the slender shape.

Xie Huaian tried to recall the way Hong Yao took off his gloves, but he shuddered all over, remembering the hot streams that traveled all over his body when Hong Yao conveyed his true energy, and the tingling and comfortable feeling.

Ah... Xie Huai'an didn't dare to look any more, the tips of his ears were burning a little.

"Sir?" Hong Yao glanced sideways at Xie Huai'an.

"No, nothing." Xie Huai'an said.

"Why are you so cautious, I don't know how to eat people and beasts..." Hong Yao picked up a new booklet.

"I criticize while reading, Mr. read the words by himself, stop at any time if you don't understand."

"Okay..." Xie Huai'an looked at Zhezi curiously, read a few words, and opened his eyes wide.

Hong Yao is approving memorials from all over Dajing.

It is indeed a memorial in the literal sense.These excerpts seem to be written randomly, but in fact there are fixed styles.

Let me talk about the customs of the place first, and imply who I am.Then he greeted Hong Yao's alias Zhai Ye, and talked about the big and small things that happened recently in a chatty tone, and there were things to ask for instructions hidden in it.

"His Majesty……"

"don't know?"

"I understand, but I can understand..."

Xie Huaian was a little confused.Now that he hears things related to the government, he no longer feels that Hong Yao is tempting him with confidential matters, and he listens to the excerpts purely as stories, the more he listens, the more wrong he becomes.

The content of the memorial request is very detailed, involving every small matter in major events such as building roads and bridges, disaster relief, and tracking exorbitant taxes. Obviously, it has been handed over for many years.

"This doesn't seem to be Fei Luan Wei's book." Xie Huai'an asked carefully.

Feiluan Guard is an intelligence organization, and it travels around to inquire about the situation. These notes seem to be reported by local officials.

Hong Yao laughed at himself and said, "Through these years, I have done things within the limit of the tolerance of the celestial master, and it has been somewhat successful."

Hong Yao brought a stack of memorials, and let Xie Huai'an see the encrypted marks made on each post station.

"Heavenly Masters take over the government, and the three provinces are in vain. Wherever there is a sub-altar of Xuanji Pavilion, there is the shadow of Feiluan Guard."

Hong Yao slowly explained: "The Feiluan Guard infiltrated the state capital, found out useful people, and planted a nail in one place. The usual government orders are issued through the Xuanji Pavilion, and then retracted in the same way."

Xie Huai'an touched the folder, the paper was wrinkled, it was obviously wet and dry, it might have just been delivered today after being drenched in the rain yesterday.

"Having said that, many ills cannot be solved, so we have to leave them there..." Hong Yao lowered his eyes, "It's been ten years, I thought I could do better, and let my husband see a clearer scene..."

Hong Yao didn't speak any more.

Xie Huaian looked at Zhezi, then looked up at Hong Yao's profile.

When he was still in the palace, Xie Huai'an thought he was a relatively idle little emperor, pretending to be a puppet to watch performances every day, worshiping the heavenly master, tossing about the hidden guards, and then chatting in his room.

When he moved into the small courtyard, Xie Huai'an found that Hong Yao's previous small talk was really a temptation. After confirming that Xie Huai'an was not threatening, Hong Yao's life became too self-disciplined:

Every day, he practiced qigong unshakably, and when he was in charge, he disappeared before dawn, and he didn't come back after dark.

At first Xie Huai'an thought it was a special situation, but later he found that working is a part of Hong Yao's life.

This young emperor who has not been crowned and in power doesn't care about food and clothing at all. He doesn't play tricks or tease birds. The so-called relaxation time is just talking to him about business.

Even last night, when Xie Huai'an tossed and turned and didn't want to sleep, the hypnotic story Hong Yao told was still about the defense mode and personnel arrangement near Fenxiang Building.

The effect was immediate, and I fell asleep after listening to a few words.

Xie Huai'an thought of this and secretly laughed.He didn't know where the impulse came from, stretched out his often cold hand due to physical weakness, covered Hong Yao's warm and strong knuckles, and said seriously: "Your Majesty has done a good job."

The corners of Hong Yao's lips curled up a little quickly, and then fell down quickly, forming a helpless and fragile look.

As if Hong Yao was overwhelmed, his straight back slumped a little, and he supported the mat with his hands, finding a posture that looked natural and looked at Xie Huai'an from bottom to top.

"Sir... really think so?" Hong Yao asked melancholy.

Xie Huaian's heart melted.

Xie Huai'an instantly forgot the past when he was taken aback by fright, and could only see Hong Yao's beautiful green eyes.

He wanted to open his arms, give the young man in front of him a strong hug, and then kiss Hong Yao's forehead and both cheeks resoundingly three times.Said: Of course it is true.

"Don't you want to give me a hug?" Hong Yao seemed to be able to read his mind, and once he put away his pitiful expression, his expression changed to the gloom that Xie Huai'an was familiar with.

Xie Huaian trembled.

"Sir, don't move, I want to hug you..." Hong Yao pressed Xie Huai'an who was stiff, and approached.

Xie Huai'an's brain crashed and he closed his eyes tightly.

Hong Yao's warm breath came over, his soft and dry lips touched Xie Huai'an's left cheek, right cheek, and finally his smooth forehead.

No more, no less, exactly three times.

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