sir he is sweet

Just when Murong Sheng and Fu Yi had been arguing for several days and attended the signing meeting of the peace agreement between the two countries together with the resentment that they could not convince each other, Qi Zhao appeared alone in the temple of priests.

Been away for many years, until now... still came back.

The closer he got to the Priest's Shrine, the more warmth he felt in his body, his inner strength was thicker and fuller, and his spirit was more abundant than before.

"who!"

Soon a gatekeeper stopped him.

The man slowly raised his eyes, took off the hat attached to the cloak, his brows and eyes were stern, and his facial features were handsome and distinct.

He was wearing a black robe with a large cloak wrapped around it. As he raised his hand, he revealed the delicate and complicated golden totem on the cuffs.

The gatekeeper was shocked, "You... who are you? How dare you draw the totem of the first priest on your body, you—"

Qi Zhao didn't move his eyebrows, his face was clear and delicate, and he slightly opened his lips, "Who else is the priest in charge today?"

The gatekeeper was stunned and said in a stuttering voice, "Yes...it's Priest Fengya."

"Call her."

Qi Zhao is tall and tall, standing upright, the hem of his clothes is blown up, his whole body looks like an ordinary person.

The gatekeepers looked at each other and left one person to report back.

Qi Zhao stood there quietly, with a long body and hands behind his back, with a calm face.

His appearance is too eye-catching, his facial features are profound, and he has a bit of royal blood, so that people dare not approach him easily.

I haven't returned for more than ten years, and the Temple of Priests... seems to have not changed much.

Not long after, Priest Feng Ya who got the news hurried over.

Wearing a black sacrificial robe, she trotted over, looking a bit embarrassed, even the tassels hanging from her hair were messed up, and rushed towards the door in a panic.

"Master...Master! It's really you!"

Priest Fengya looked at the familiar person in front of him, knelt down, his eyes were red, "When Yuanniang sent me the letter, I still didn't believe it...Master! You are finally back!"

It has been more than ten years, and that fierce little girl has grown into her current slim appearance. It wasn't until seeing her that Qi Zhao's face became softer, he raised his hand to lift her up, and smiled slightly.

"Ah."

The gatekeeper stared dumbfounded at the usually dignified, solemn and unsmiling Fengya priest, and wept bitterly at a noble man he had never seen before.

"This is the High Priest."

Feng Ya came back to her senses and shouted directly: "The high priest is back, why don't you bow down?"

Everyone was stunned.

This is actually the high priest who has been rumored to have disappeared for many years?God!

Everyone knelt down and touched the ground with their foreheads to show their respect.

"No need."

Qi Zhao waved his hand, and said softly to Feng Ya: "Take me in and have a look."

Here he is at his best.

According to the king's Gu, he should be imprisoned here for the rest of his life, and provide blood for that person for the rest of his life.

Continue that person's life.

Here, no matter how much blood is given, he will never die.

Stay here forever and ever, be a tool man, day after day, until the end of life.

This is the fate those people set for him!

But...he refused to accept it!

Why?

In his best youth, he once galloped in fresh clothes and angry horses on the battlefield, and got injured all over his body. He also took charge of the sacrifices of the ancient Xiang, so as to secure the world, and became everyone's belief and pillar. Then...why did he, and why? Why should a person be reduced to this, trapped in one place until death?

He refused to accept it, nor was he willing to.

He has an extremely proud temperament, and it was even more obvious when he was young. He would rather bend than bend, and would rather die than lose his pride.

Therefore, during the turmoil in Guxiang, he feigned death and left Guxiang, and went to the north. With the help of Lu Xinghe, he became one of Emperor Qian's many guests.

It's just an insignificant little guy, who was bullied and humiliated, but he was desperate at that time, and he just went to the capital in one breath, without any thoughts of life, and almost died of illness in the palace.

Fortunately, I met that fat dumpling.

The legendary little overlord in the palace picked flowers when he saw them, caught birds when he saw them, and even the dogs ran away quickly when they saw him. He looked like a little devil and actually fell in love with him.

According to people in the palace, the Seventh Prince is the darling of the Empress and the Eldest Prince. Although Emperor Qian doesn't pay much attention to it, he is always pampered by the Empress and the Eldest Prince.

It is said that the Seventh Prince likes beautiful things the most, and he likes beautiful people, the more beautiful they are, the more he loves them.

Qi Zhao originally thought that he had taken a fancy to him and ran to his residence again and again, but it's just a child's heart, he got a delicate toy and refused to let it go, after a while, the freshness wears off.

Unexpectedly, that time, that chubby meat dumpling stepped into the threshold, not only reprimanded the palace servants below who were ruthless, beat them up, but also hugged his arm, crying hoarsely.

Let someone save him.

"He's alive! He's alive!"

In the past ten years, Qi Zhao thought about the scene of that day countless times.

Perhaps it was such a coincidence of fate that Murong Sheng appeared in front of him at the right time when all his thoughts were lost.

So he survived.

Later, he became the tutor of the fat dumpling.

Fat Tuanzi was very interesting. He went to catch a hibernating snake, tied it into a knot and put it under his desk. How could he know that the room was warm? When the snake woke up, he held it seven inches and threw it back. Fat Tuanzi was so frightened that he took short steps. The legs ran away screaming, crying with snot and tears, and vowed never to dare again.

The first empress took pity on him when he lost his mother when he was young, and always doted on him. Later, the empress and the eldest prince passed away. During the years when concubine Shu was in charge of the sixth palace, she still raised him and the third prince under her knees, so That fat bastard——

In the days to come, it will become more and more dangerous.

Qi Zhao saw with his own eyes that he suffered more than one strange injury, and he couldn't bear it any longer. With his love, he reluctantly trampled his heart on the soles of his feet, pushing him away from this dangerous place.

Li Shan is in charge of the seat, his old friend, and his best friend who traveled all over the world when he was young, and he felt relieved to put Fat Duanzi there to be educated.

It's only ten years, five hundred miles away, Qi Zhao has never been absent from Murong Sheng's growth, every year around Murong Sheng's birthday, he will go there.

It's just that Murong Sheng... never knew.

After crossing the Yunyan Bridge, he walked into the main shrine of the priests. Qi Zhao left his memories, sorted out his thoughts, and smiled at the majestic old scene.

I am back.

This time, everything will come to an end, even if Wang Gu can never be solved, then...he will leave Gu Xiang forever.

never come back.

It is also good to die in Kyoto.

Qi Zhao pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "Fengya, pass on the order, this year's festival will be advanced, and I will preside over it."

"And...at the ceremony, a new high priest will be announced."