Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

"Why use a chain?" Xie Huai'an said slyly.

"When the solar eclipse is over, if I can have a comfortable little yard, a cat and a puppy, and the cutest parrot in the world, Pangpang, eat better, have a softer bed, and have more fun, You can go out at any time to let the wind go, and if His Majesty asks me to leave, I will not leave."

"Sir, are you serious?"

"Really, but not in Yong'an Palace."

"I understand, I will facilitate this matter for you, and I will let you choose the suits of the raccoon slaves yourself."

Hong Yao smiled.

Xie Huaian also laughed.

They all got satisfactory answers.

Hong Yao supported Xie Huai'an and walked around the house twice, and after giving instructions, he went to the next door to listen to Fei Luanwei's report.

Xie Huai'an's tense shoulders suddenly loosened, and he took small steps towards the bed, lay down, and rolled in layers of soft mattresses.

what……

Xie Huai'an's eyes were empty, and after recovering from dizziness, he stared at the ceiling with intricate colorful paintings, took a deep breath and exhaled.

He couldn't figure out Hong Yao's intentions.

But inexplicably, he became more and more courageous, and tried again and again by the tiger's beard, and couldn't help but want to pull it out.

Xie Huai'an wondered if he really lost a part or broke his brain during time travel.

No matter how you look at it, the little emperor is a big pervert. Why is he not afraid, but feels exciting and safe?

He thought about it for a while, but in vain, he simply gave up.

August [-]th.

The days of recuperation passed by in a flash, Xie Huai'an laughed at himself as if he was in confinement, eating and drinking well every day, being cautious about bathing and other things getting wet, almost everything was done by Hong Yao.

I don't know if it's the system or Doctor Ling's prescription that worked. The deliberately left scar on his right hand didn't heal, but he didn't get infected or have a fever either.

After raising for a few days, Xie Huai'an has changed from being dizzy at every turn to being able to walk around by himself.

He is in a good state of mind, he is very happy to be able to walk on the ground, and he doesn't feel anything wrong if he is not allowed to go out. After playing with drawing turtles and teaching Fatty to talk, he starts to fold paper.

Hong Yao sat in front of the table, looked up at Xie Huai'an from time to time, and finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Tomorrow...is the day of the solar eclipse calculated by the master." Hong Yao said slowly.

"Really!" Xie Huai'an glanced at the system time, his eyes lit up, "Then can we change places to live, I'm almost suffocated, I don't know how many days I've been living here, my eyes are going to blur ..."

His voice was melodious and cheerful, like a bird eager to fly out of its cage.

Hong Yao crunched the scrapped documents into a ball.

Xie Huai'an shrank his shoulders: "Your Majesty?"

"Get up, I will change your clothes for Mr.

Xie Huai'an opened his arms obediently.

It's like a hug gesture.Hong Yao's eyes were dark, and he almost wanted to step forward, pick up this heartless person and throw him on the bed, hug him tightly, bite him, let him know what tension and crisis are.

But Hong Yao didn't say anything, took out a white robe embroidered with crane patterns, tied all the belts for Xie Huai'an properly, rolled up his hair loosely, and brought white gauze eyebands.

"I can see people now?" Xie Huai'an covered his eyes and smiled subtly.

"No, just sit on the bed, sir."

The hazy gauze curtain was hanging down, Xie Huai'an tilted his head and leaned against the pillow.

Soon, there was an announcement from the secret guard Lou He at the door.

Hong Yao did what he said, and took the time to let people in to "visit the prison".

Zhou Yin entered the door first.

He wore the child prodigy robe that accompanied Xie Huai'an in divination, with a strange red mask tied on the back of his head. At first he greeted Xie Huai'an's condition in a warm voice, and wept after a few words.

"Sir, the road ahead is difficult. If sacrifices are needed to practice the law, I am willing to die for my husband."

"Bo Luan... are you crying?" Xie Huai'an asked softly.

The bed net and the blindfolded white gauze blocked Xie Huai'an's sight.

He wanted to reach out to comfort the emotionally out-of-control teenager, but before he moved, he heard Hong Yao's cold cough.

Xie Huai'an froze and did not move.

"The coming of the solar eclipse...is a good thing..." Xie Huai'an said, "There is no need for sacrifices, you can relax and protect yourself."

"If you have something to do, Mr. Yin will not live alone."

Zhou Yin said with a deep voice, bowing his head and saying: "The success or failure of the rise and fall depends on one action. Mr. gambled his life for all living beings, and his name will be engraved in history."

"Bo Luan, stop joking."

"Mr. is pure and pure, indifferent to fame and wealth. Knows the will of heaven and does not fool people with ghosts and gods. He has extraordinary talents but does not rely on his talents. The ancient sages have said that a true gentleman has great talents, but he will not show off all the time. He will act according to the time and create a great cause. It’s the kind of person you’re talking about, Mr.…”

Xie Huaian: "?"

Zhou Yin was eloquent.

He especially cherished this opportunity to visit Xie Huai'an, and compared Xie Huai'an to a bright moon in the sky and a clear lotus that does not get muddy, covering Xie Huai'an's every move with a layer of brilliance.

Even Xie Huai'an asked him to take notes on the weather and never interfered with the interpretation of the New Bible, and thanked him thankfully, saying that Xie Huai'an was modest and supportive of the younger generation.

Xie Huai'an was extremely thankful that there was a gauze curtain covering it.

His face became hot when he heard it, and he suspected that if he confessed to Zhou Yin that he didn't write because he was illiterate, he would get a new round of flattery that "willing to belittle himself, so what".

Why is this kid's filter so thick?

After Zhou Yin left, Ling Ziyou dashed into the door.

"It's been nine days, and I'm finally able to enter the door to see the immortal master instead of being separated by a thread." Ling Ziyou sighed sadly, and didn't want to say any more.

Xie Huai'an didn't show up for nine days after he vomited blood, and now everyone in Zhaoge City knew that the Son of God was going to discuss the Tao with the Celestial Master.

Some people say that the Son of God will fight the celestial masters at the altar, and use the divine power of the celestial sage and true god to show who is the one who understands the holy will.At that time, thunder will roll in the sky, and the world will be shrouded in blood. The continuous rain these days is the expression of the gods watching the world.

But Ling Ziyou and Zhou Yin, who knew some inside information vaguely, were worried that Xie Huai'an would sacrifice himself to suppress the Heavenly Master.

"Master Beauty Immortal, my signboard is about to fall on your hands, you poor little one."

Ling Ziyou said exaggeratedly, wiping non-existent tears: "The medicine in the world can't cure the disease in the sky, and the fairy master can tell the truth to the little one? What kind of injuries will you suffer when you fight with Li Tianshi? I can prepare for it." Prepare as many elixir as possible..."

Xie Huai'an was amused, and said mysteriously: "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

Through the gauze curtain, Ling Ziyou frowned.

Before entering the door, Hong Yao asked him to try his best to find out if Xie Huai'an had foreseen the crisis.

Ling Ziyou asked a few more questions, and finally shook his head at Hong Yao with a bitter face, to show that he was helpless.

Hong Yao frowned coldly, pointed at the door and silently hinted: You can get out.

Ling Ziyou's mouth was tightly closed, and he kept bowing to Hongyao: let me stay a little longer, please please.

Hong Yao raised the corners of his lips, and pulled out a cold dagger from his waist.

Ling Ziyou cried with a sad face: "Master Immortal, let's say goodbye here, take care."

"So fast..." Xie Huai'an was startled.

"Forget it, Master Pei." Hong Yao closed the door and locked it.

"Is that so... Pavilion Master Pei must be very busy, I will go to thank you another day, the wooden bird is very beautiful."

Xie Huai'an tore off the white gauze, and smiled at Hong Yao with crooked eyes.

The long-lost popularity made Xie Huai'an refreshed, with "I'm so happy to speak" written all over his face.

Hong Yao tried to find out from Xie Huai'an's expression a trace of worry, concealment...or any emotion that indicates that tomorrow is dangerous.

Got nothing.

That night, Hong Yao and Xie Huai'an squeezed into the same brocade quilt.

The lights have been turned off, and the surroundings are silent.

With eyes closed, Xie Huai'an leaned towards the heat source sleepily, muttering: "Your Majesty...don't put a quilt on, I don't sleep well."

"Quite self-aware." Hong Yao followed Xie Huai'an's long hair one after another.

Xie Huai'an usually slept well on one side of the bed, and the next day he either curled up and rolled up all the quilts, or rolled over several times to sleep on the other side.

As long as the bed is big enough, you can sleep upright or sideways, there is no position that you cannot fall asleep.

"Maybe it's been too long... I want to move even when I'm sleeping." Xie Huai'an said with sleepiness.

"Too long...not moving." Hong Yao repeated.

Hong Yao remembered that after Xie Huai'an came back to life, the first thing he said was "Wrong reincarnation..."

Based on this sentence, he deduced that Xie Huai'an, who disappeared suddenly ten years ago, was indeed dead, and his soul wandered around and returned to this palace.

"I have something to ask Mr.... Will Mr. answer truthfully?"

"Your Majesty, I'm so sleepy..." Xie Huai'an said softly, "What's the matter...let's talk about it tomorrow..."

As Xie Huai'an spoke, his voice gradually weakened, and he fell into a deep sleep, breathing evenly.

Hong Yao wrapped the quilt around Xie Huai'an and watched quietly in the dark.

A solar eclipse is approaching.Hong Yao was unwilling to let Xie Huai'an go to the altar.

He wanted to tie Xie Huai'an all the time and lock him in the safest small yard.He even considered sending Xie Huai'an back to Mount Luo'an to hide, no matter whether he could recover his memory or not, he would at least live a peaceful life.

But it's impossible, if the Heavenly Master is alive, the world will not be stable.

Ever since the Heavenly Master killed the first batch of great scholars, every person who aspires to make the world peaceful and everyone happy has made preparations for sacrifice.

His little wife said with a smile: "Yao'er, you want to be a wise king, and you want to have a prosperous world."

A faint king will lock up his beloved, even if he is hated forever and buried with the world, he must satisfy his own wishes to keep his beloved alive and by his side.

And Mingjun... Master, you never told me that to be Mingjun, you have to send your gods to the guillotine.

August [-]th.

Heavy rain, Zhaoge martial law throughout the city.

Numerous guards wearing golden masks were stationed on both sides of the road, and the air was filled with the stench of corpses.

The city seemed to have turned into a dead city, and the doors of every house were closed.

There were babies and homeless mothers crowded in the dark alleys. The babies wanted to cry, and the trembling mothers begged and coaxed and covered the babies' mouths in a low voice.

The magnificent holy drum music played throughout the city.

A long blanket woven by thousands of embroiderers day and night was spread from several miles outside the west gate to the altar.

The blanket is mixed with silk, gold and silver thread, and the finest cotton yarn, which is softer than the face towels used in the Temple of Manna.

The holy chariot of the Celestial Master marched majestically towards the west gate, stepped on the long wet blanket, and headed for the altar.

Black clouds shrouded the sky, and a blood-colored sun appeared and disappeared from time to time.

It's getting darker.

Xie Huaian held an oiled paper umbrella and walked out of Fenxiang Building slowly.

The dark sky could not block his light.

He is dressed in white clothes as bright as the moon, wearing a jade crown covered with white gauze, with a thin smile on his lips, as if a fairy from the sky has fallen into the world, not a person in this world.

Xie Huai'an raised his right hand, and Hong Yao, who was wearing a black mask and pretending to be a god attendant, immediately bent forward and raised his hands respectfully.

On the back of the hand, which was as thick as fat, there was a ferocious blood-colored one-eyed.

Ordinary people are cut, and the wound should show signs of healing after many days.The scars on Xie Huai'an's hands are still turned outwards, and with a slight movement, some blood will ooze out.

Seeing this, the envoy of the Holy Tower who was waiting outside the Fenxiang Building showed a pitiful smile.

"Self-proclaimed Son of God—the true God has pity on you who have gone astray. The Holy Master will grant you eternal life. Please, the frame is ready."

"No need..." Xie Huai'an said softly, "Didn't you notice it? The wind and rain brought the sound... Li Tianshi, are you still not showing up?"

Hong Yao held Xie Huai'an's hand tightly.

Xie Huaian turned his head: "Let me go by myself, this is not something you can intervene in."

"Son of God..." Hong Yao's breathing was unsteady.

Xie Huaian looked at Hong Yao with a smile.

Hong Yao let go, still stretched out his arms, and took a step back in a supporting posture.

"Stand back a little more, I'll wait for you at the altar."

Hong Yao stood still.

"Be obedient, this is the only way to go." Xie Huai'an said calmly.

Hong Yao lowered his head, and retreated to the entrance of Fenxiang Building after a while.He didn't open an umbrella, and his hair was soaked instantly during these few steps, and the rain slid through the weird black mask.

The envoy sneered and said, "Is that enough? There is no need to play tricks... How could a holy master come to such a place that blasphemes the scriptures. Son of God, don't waste your time. If you don't eat a toast, you will have a fine wine."

"I advise you to avoid it too."

After Xie Huai'an finished speaking, he closed his clothes, ignored the gorgeous frame and the angry envoy, and walked slowly towards the end of the street alone.

The wind blows his white robe like the wings of a bird.

Hong Yao stared at Xie Huai'an's back through the mask.

At the end of the dark street, a figure appeared.

About 30 years old, wearing a simple green umbrella, wearing the lowest eunuch uniform a hundred years ago, wearing a blue and black headband, on a pale and beardless face, red lips like blood.

A childlike shrill voice floated in the air.

"Son of God is very perceptive. He is indeed the one who has comprehended the essence of the true God with our family... How long has it been? Our family has been lonely for too long. This heart is so happy that I want to jump out..."

"Oh, no. It seems that our family is not rigorous." Tianshi giggled, raised his orchid fingers, and pinched his chest.

"Son of God... our family's heart has already been dug out for you to touch, do you want to touch it again?"

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