The Imperial Palace was bustling outside, and the streets were bustling, with tavern flags fluttering in the wind, and the mellow aroma in the depths of the cellar bypassing the crowd and through the streets into the distance.

The old man with gray temples, a pair of kind eyebrows, and a rickety body was facing the middle-aged and sturdy man with the opening of the palace gate.

Goodbye is already a thing, the two look at each other, trembling lips, unable to express the emotions in their hearts.

More than ten years have passed, and time has passed too long.

Looking at Luo Qinghe's unshaven beard and slightly messy hair, where was the appearance of the high-spirited high priest in his impression many years ago.

Xiang Bo wiped his tears and choked up.

"The emperor has been waiting for a long time. Now that the empress is closed, you don't have a place to live, so follow me back to the Luanhuang Palace. Maybe it will be easier to meet the empress. ”

Since Luo Qinghe came to the imperial capital, he has repeatedly asked the guards to inform him that he wants to see Xiu Yuzhen, but he has been rejected every time.

Now that he is alone outside, and there is no pass on his body, how could the guards who have always only recognized tokens and not people open the door for him.

What's more, he is no longer the high priest, let alone an emperor, and now that the guard has also changed, how can he get in.

If you can't get in from the front, you can only go through the back door.

After some thought, Luo Qinghe agreed to Xiang Bo's proposal. As long as he entered the palace, it would not be difficult for him to find Luo Yunying who was hidden. It didn't matter if Xiu Yuzhen saw her or not, anyway, the purpose of his trip was not to come to see her.

But sooner or later, he would have to ask her, a ruthless woman, for daring to make such a move to snatch Luo Yunying.

After walking several palace roads and seeing many palace pavilions, the memories of the past lingered in my mind along with the scene in front of me.

With the guidance of Xiang Bo, Luo Qinghe once again returned to the Luanhuang Palace.

After more than ten years, it has not changed. However, the plane tree in the courtyard was larger again, and the leaves fell and grew, and the ground was full of gold, reflecting a flickering golden light, like a piece of golden feathers on the golden phoenix.

There is no trace of dust in the Luanhuang Palace, the ornaments are fully furnished, the breeze blows, and the air is accompanied by a trace of soothing wood fragrance.

Luo Qinghe looked up and looked around, it was clean and tidy, it looked like someone was cleaning it every day.

The old but strong Xiangbo looked very happy with Luo Qinghe, and the wrinkled face like walnut skin was even more wrinkled under a smile, like a skin covered by an unsized skeleton.

Luo Qinghe respectfully took the tea made by Xiang Bo with both hands, glanced at Xiang Bo, and felt indebted.

Xiangbo is the protector of the temple of the gods, but also the guardian of the high priest, each generation of guardians have their own responsibilities———— assist the high priest appointed by the gods, and work with the emperor of the imperial capital to maintain the peace of the land, in order to achieve the long-term peace and stability of the dynasty.

He is more than seventy years old, and he has cultivated two people in his life, one is Luo Qinghe and the other is the previous high priest. And Luo Qinghe in front of him was raised by himself, and his road to success is in his eyes at every glance.

When he is proud of success, he sees it in his eyes;

When he failed and was lonely, he also observed silently.

On the day of parting, they didn't say a word of farewell, but they pity him for staying here for more than ten years, guarding the meaningful boy to come back.

Now that it has been more than ten years, the old man thought that he would never see him again in this life, but he didn't expect to see him again now.

"Xiangbo..."

"The emperor doesn't need to worry, I thought you were properly settled. I've kept all the things you left here in the old days. You rest, just call me if you have something, the old minister is always there. ”

Xiang Bo didn't like sensationalism, so he took Luo Qinghe to the dining room and settled down.

He is old and loves to shed tears at every turn. Seeing Luo Qinghe return, he seemed to rekindle hope in his heart.

The kid who grew up on his own is finally back.

Luo Qinghe looked around the entire palace, and once dreamed back, as if he had returned to more than ten years ago, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Xiu Yuzhen, are you satisfied with the empress?"

With a sigh of emotion, he came back to his senses, yesterday's events can't go back, and now things are wrong, why bother to remember.

Zhaoqing Palace, Xiu Yuzhen hot spring soaked comfortably, three thousand green silk curled up, a few strands of hair mixed with hot spring water attached to the neck and shoulders, the dense water vapor showed her charm and moving. The hand was like a soft wattle caressing the white and delicate skin of an eighteen-year-old girl, and the stretched eyebrows reflected how much she enjoyed it at this time.

She was immersed in this soothing tenderness, and the empress pulled her spirit back to her body, and her cold eyes looked at the people outside through the brocade screen.

"What?"

"Xiang Bo is good at bringing the Imperial Guijun back to the Luanhuang Palace..."The woman outside the screen paused for a moment and continued, "The little emperor has been brought back and placed in the Fengyang Pavilion. ”

When she heard the news, she didn't seem to be much surprised, but felt that it all came naturally. As soon as the lotus root arm was raised, the surrounding maidservants came over with linen and skirts.

"It's not hurt, is it? Remember to be secretive and don't be discovered by someone with a heart. ”

"Yes!"

A pair of long legs can't cover it, and the bells on the ankles make a crisp and pleasant sound with the steps, as if the wearer is a delicate woman.

Xiu Yuzhen sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her face, while a portrait of Luo Yunying hung beside her.

The person in the painting smiled skillfully, like a warm sun, and under this, she showed a long-lost smile.

The little daughter in this painting is really a little similar to herself, although she is young, she has a similar style between her eyebrows and eyes, and she is even more beautiful than herself.

She suddenly felt a little jealous, how could her daughter dare to give birth better than herself, did she want to be a celebrity and a troublesome person in the future, like herself?

There is always a wife and daughter who are more important, and this Luo Qinghe abandoned himself, but he took care of his daughter really well.

Xiu Yuzhen sighed in her heart, and even had some "vinegar".

"Empress, the little emperor looks like you."

The maid who combed her hair and inserted hairpins in the back couldn't help but sigh, she originally planned to flatter and pat on the back, but she saw the empress pull down her face, and her face was gloomy.

The servant girl realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed and begged for mercy, as if she had seen something terrible.

Kings have always been moody, and Xiu Yuzhen is even more so.

Although the current situation is relatively stable, anyone with a discerning eye knows that a storm is about to come in the imperial capital.

And this is all thanks to the Empress Xiu Yuzhen, and she should really be grateful for everything she has done.

Fornication in the court, bloodthirsty killing.

Regard the suffering of all beings as invisible, and everything will not disturb her heart. Indulge in the absurd life of drunken gold.

If you want others to say, this empress should have abdicated a long time ago.

"Take it down and burn it."

Xiu Yuzhen didn't pursue the crime, the maidservant was right, Luo Yunying did look like herself, who made herself her own mother. But the tone was still very unpleasant.

The maidservant next to her hesitated for a moment, quickly put away the scroll, and withdrew.

The maid held the painting tightly in her hand and scrolled out of the Zhaoqing Palace, wondering in her heart, it was obviously a good painting, why did she let it be burned.

The stupid maid was about to go to the painting pavilion to destroy the picture album with the scroll in her arms, but she saw a person on the way and quickly bowed down.

"High Priest."

I saw that the person who came was dressed in a black, gold and red robe, with auspicious cloud and tiger stripes embroidered on the sleeves, and a lotus crown on his head, fluttering out of the dust. He was very white in his skin, but not the pale of the sickly.

A handsome face, picturesque eyebrows, a tall nose bridge, thin lips slightly open, especially those eyes are different from ordinary people, purple, crystal glass-like pupils, more dazzling than gemstones, indescribably delicate and shiny, but there is no emotion in the eyes, as if a pool of clear water has no waves.

The man did not glance at the maidservant, but noticed the scroll that had been scattered by the maidservant in a panic, so he stopped.

The attendant who had good eyes wanted to pick up the scroll, but was stopped by the man in black, who bent over and picked up the scroll and looked at the person on the scroll.

The maidservant who was kneeling on the ground did not dare to speak, not even to breathe. She felt a majesty pressing down on her head, and the atmosphere was in a hurry that the high priest would surely condemn her.

"The man in this painting...?"

The man in black asked.

"Back to the high priest, the person in the painting is the empress's little emperor Ji Luo Yunying."

The maid slammed her head on the ground, did not dare to raise it for a long time, and answered him tremblingly, but found that she had missed her mouth.

Just now I said not to leak the news, it's over, and the head of Xiang is not guaranteed.

"Where is this painting going to be sent?"

The high priest looked at the unfolded scroll in his hand and carefully examined the person on it, and did not ask anything else about the little emperor, as the maidservant had feared.

So he replied truthfully, "Back to the words of the high priest, the empress ordered me to destroy this painting, but unexpectedly I ran into the high priest, and I hoped that the high priest would forgive my sins." ”

"Not guilty."

Hearing the man say this, the little maid breathed a sigh of relief, and heard the sound of footsteps gradually moving away in her ears, and she raised her head slightly to find that the painting had been taken away by him.

As soon as she was about to speak, she heard the waiter say, "The high priest has taken care of this painting for you, so go back first." ”

"But..."

Isn't it wishful thinking that a stupid little maid would want to take something from the high priest's hand?

Seeing the waiter's eyes, she didn't say anything. The high priest will definitely help him destroy the painting.

Looking at the person who was far away, the little maid dared to get up, and her body and palms were full of cold sweat.

Sure enough, as others have said, the high priest is a noble priest who does not allow others to blaspheme, even if it is a human sin to make people look at it. He is like a god, and people dare not climb high.

The man's name was Qi Ying, and he was the new high priest of the Imperial Capital Dynasty.

Ten years ago, he entered the imperial capital and became the new high priest, who was also Luo Qinghe's fellow disciple and brother, from the disciple of Xiang Bo.

Cold, don't like to talk, because he rarely comes forward, he only hears of this person in the palace but has never seen this person. It can only be seen at the priest's divination ceremony, and it can only be seen by the royal bloodline and high-ranking officials and ministers. Usually slaves and maidservants have no chance.

But why the little maid can recognize it is all because the dynasty has rules that except for the empress who can wear black, gold and red, only the high priest can wear it.

This is also the first time that the little maid has met the high priest, so she is out of proportion.

Looking at the figure that was gradually moving away, the little maid patted the dust on her clothes and went back to the Zhaoqing Palace.