sir he is sweet

The Guxiang Ceremony is a grand event that happens only once every two years. Almost all the people in Guxiang will go to the Priest Temple to receive a brand new baptism.

But this time, the high priest who had disappeared for a long time returned and announced the new high priest—Yuanniang.

From now on, it will be Yuanniang who will stand here instead of him, protecting the people of Guxiang.

"Master, why—"

Yuan Niang was very surprised by this result, she always thought that the next high priest would be Feng Ya.

After all, she was the one who betrayed the Priest's Temple for many years, so she shouldn't have been associated with the Priest's Temple for half a year.

The man turned his head back and glanced at them with dull eyes: "Because the Priest Temple needs a tough high priest, Feng Ya's temperament seems cold, but she is easy to be soft-hearted and emotional, so she will inevitably be manipulated by others, but she does things properly and considerately." , Let her assist you in the future."

Yuanniang and Fengya looked at each other, both a little dazed.

"But... there is no precedent for a female priest to be the chief priest in Guxiang!"

When Feng Ya served as the acting high priest to preside over the ceremony, the first few years were quite controversial, but after everyone got used to it, it got better.

The man got up, looked out with his hands behind his back, and saw the sunny and sunny sky in the dazzling sunset.

He smiled slightly, with a calm look in his eyes, "It will be in the future."

After all, the child was late, I guess... he was going to jump his feet in anger again, like a big angry frog.

"Sir... sir!"

After the crowd dispersed like a tide, two figures passed by in midair.

One of them was naturally the panting Murong Sheng.

That guy was sweating all over his brow, and threw himself to Qi Zhao's side, clutching his hand and looking left and right, "Oh! Sir...it's all over!"

The man is wearing a sacrificial robe that stretches to the ground, the fabric is exquisite, and intricate and delicate totems are drawn on it with gold threads. His face is like jade, his expression is solemn, and his facial features are as sacred and dazzling as jade carvings.

Murong Sheng was a little dumbfounded.

Qi Zhao smiled slightly, "Yes", "It's all over, Your Highness is late."

"But... but," Murong Sheng looked around, and said in a daze, "but I... I was just a little bit late——"

The more I talked, the more I felt wronged, and my head drooped involuntarily.

Song Jinyu couldn't stand it, and interjected, "It's only a short while in the dream, and the outside world has been out for a long time. His Royal Highness, if I hadn't arrived in time, you wouldn't be able to wake up tomorrow."

Not only that, but also become a fool.

He didn't say the last half sentence, Murong Sheng naturally didn't pay attention, but Qi Zhao understood.

"Fantasy? Who still plays such a childish game?"

The man was surprised, pinched Murong Sheng's shoulder, and looked around at him, "Have you been bullied by people in the palace?"

With a mournful face, Murong Sheng pursed his lips, and responded with a grievance.

Qi Zhao involuntarily raised his lips, grabbed Murong Sheng's shoulders, and walked out slowly, "Yes...then I just avenged you."

"Huh? When did it happen?"

"Of course it was at the festival! You didn't arrive, so you didn't see it. I deliberately embarrassed the royal family, and I also vented my anger on you."

"Really? That's a pity..."

Yuanniang and Fengya glanced at each other, looking at the pair of bi people who left together, they couldn't help but sigh.

"Master seems to have been reborn."

Yuan Niang smiled gratifiedly, "I seem... to see my former master again."

It was the heroic young general they followed since they were young, and also the high priest who led them to fight against the enemy and protect the people in their homeland.

"yes--"

Feng Ya also took a step forward, looking at their backs overlapping and going away, "For so many years, I have often prayed to the gods that the master is still alive, but sometimes I ask myself, what I really want is to leave Is it the master from back then?"

"We don't want him to be unhappy. Even if he dies, he should go to see the gods vigorously, not like a discarded chess piece, dying pitifully and miserablely."

"right now--"

Probably the former Sima Zhaohe has returned.

Over the years, the temple of priests had no owner, and the royal family of Guxiang gradually overtook the temple of priests. The concentration of royal power gradually became a foregone conclusion.

But this time, when the high priest returned, he not only presided over the ceremony again, but also won the hearts of the people for the priest's shrine, and even defeated the royal family's spirit at the ceremony, supporting the new high priest.

After the next day, he let go of the burden and never took any responsibility.

"My lord, it's time for us to go home."

On the border of Guxiang, Qi Zhao hugged the little guy, leaned forward, kissed his forehead gently, and spoke softly.

"But...but you..."

Murong Sheng had always been a little worried about this person, and he could see that once he left the priest's temple, his body would deteriorate rapidly. With this situation, what would happen when he returned to Beijing, people dare not even think about it.

"Otherwise, I'll go back, and when things settle down and the world is at peace, I'll come find you again."

Murong Sheng was excitedly planning for the future.

But Qi Zhao seemed to hear something was wrong.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by this? What is peace in the world? After the peace in the world, you, as the lord of the dynasty, can still come to me casually? You are clearly lying to me, right?"

Hearing this, the smile on Murong Sheng's face froze immediately.

"Oh... ha... yes, yes!"

Whew... I almost revealed my stuff.

But looking at the other party's appearance, it seems that he didn't notice this, and he was more concerned about the fact that he was lying to him and wanted to abandon him.

"But... I don't want you to go back to Kyoto."

Murong Sheng clutched the man's palm with a gloomy expression, "I'm afraid something will happen to you, even if I never see you again, I still want you to live."

"It doesn't matter if I can't see, I just want you to live."

The man frowned, his beautiful pupils sighed deeply, Murong Sheng could clearly see his own reflection in them, his expression was full of worry.

He thought that the man would change his mind. After all, if this man listens to the persuasion, there will be a day when they will meet again. It's a pity——

The man only asked him one sentence.

"Does Your Highness want me to stay here alone, continue to be a vessel, and have their blood drawn?"

It also seems to be intentional, showing the scar on the wrist.

"Ah...this..."

Murong Sheng widened his eyes and hesitated again.

"Won't you refuse? Depending on the current situation, the royal family may not be able to force you?"

He held the man's hand and looked at the exposed wrist. The old scars on the wrist made him feel distressed, "What is it all like..."

The man fixedly looked over, and said two words with a smile, "No."

"Your Highness knows that I'm the easiest to soften my heart. If it wasn't for His Highness watching me, I would have probably...repeated the mistakes of more than ten years ago."