The three princes must have made all the preparations, and no one can stop him from ascending the throne.

The current four emperors are not good at acting, and they can't fight the three princes at all, it's just blame, none of them thought that the three princes were so frustrated, and they attacked the emperor, not the saint himself into this game.

And the situation that the saint entered not only harmed himself, but also harmed the chaos of the situation in the court, and it was out of control, even if it was like him, he was a little powerless about it.

The most troublesome thing is that the Holy One may really have to last for a few days.

was originally a high Son of Heaven, but now it has become a human being, no ghost or ghost, this is the place where everyone climbs up on the flesh and bones of all people, where it is high up, giving people not only unbeatable rights and status, but also those dangers that are always unpredictable.

Father and son fight each other, and flesh and blood kill each other.

That's why he doesn't like the capital so much, and he doesn't like the palace so much, he doesn't want to be involved, but in the end, he still can't get out, and he can't get out.

Let's not mention these things first, tomorrow I will send Shen Qing to resign, and let my uncle take care of him, even if the third prince really takes action against him, he will no longer be distracted.

Early the next morning, Shen Qingci was ready with Miaomiao, what she wanted to use every day, as well as the raw materials she used to make spices, as well as Mo Li and Baimei, all of which had to go with her.

Zhuo Heng couldn't let go of Shen Qingci, and Changqing couldn't let go of Baimei, let them go over together, it was also a provincial concern, and Xiangjue Temple was no longer a safe place.

When the group arrived at the outer gate of Xiangjue Temple, a small novice had already walked out.

"Donor, please come with me."

Xiao Shami clasped his hands on his chest, and also led them to the wing room in the backyard, no, it was not a wing room, but an independent small courtyard, which was in the middle of Xiangjuelan, like an iron bucket, of course, the place was big enough, and there was a small vegetable garden inside, which was also planted with vegetables.

Bai Mei liked these dishes when she saw them, but fortunately this time Qiu Niang also came, Qiu Niang's things were delicious, and they also brought food, after all, there are many monks here, they are all female guests, and it is rude to live here, if you still take what people eat, it will be even more rude, this time or twice no one said, but three meals a day, they really don't have such a thick skin.

Therefore, when they came, they also prepared their things, because they did not know how long they would stay here, so when they came, they brought a wagon of things, and they brought food and everything from the bottom of the mountain, and if it was not enough, they sent someone to bring it.

Several people have cleaned up the kitchen, and the side rooms have also been cleaned up.

Shen Qingci walked in, it was just a collapse, a table, two chairs, it was also simple and clean, and there was a faint smell of sandalwood all around, which also unconsciously made her irritated heart, and began to calm down little by little.

These scents will make people inexplicably calm and calm.

Shen Qingci put Miaomiao on the table, and then she poked Miaomiao's head.

"Miaomiao, you have to be well-behaved, this is no better than other places, remember not to run around, if you run around, I will have someone send you back."

"Meow ......"

Miao Miao jumped off the table, and ran to her nest, and it went straight into the nest, and it was all its own taste, and it liked its nest, and it didn't take long to hear it snoring, and it wasn't too noisy.

Shen Qingci also walked to the side of the room, all of which were her spices, when she had nothing to do, she could still make spices and earn silver, yes, if you want to make more silver, you always have to earn more silver.

She's also ready to run away at any time.

Several people were busy in the courtyard outside, and even the young ones were obedient and swept the yard together.

Maybe they didn't know what was going on in Kyochu, so they could still hear their laughter.

Shen Qingci touched her lips, as if she couldn't laugh anymore.

This night, she was asleep, Miaomiao was also in her own nest, burying her head in her stomach, and she was also asleep, and suddenly, there was a bell outside.

This is......

Shen Qingci sat up suddenly.

This is the death knell.

The emperor died.

Shen Qingci hugged the quilt tightly, really, things still came to this point, or the worst step, and even she didn't know, what was going on outside?

She was obviously in a hurry, but she couldn't go down the mountain.

This night, she sat here all night, and at dawn the next day, she went to the cicada room of the Clearance Mage, and also sat in front of the Clearance Mage.

"The emperor has died."

Shen Qingci knelt down in front of the Pure Space Mage, and also said to him, Come to think of it, the Clear Space Master should also know.

"For man life dies."

Master Jingkong has always been holding Buddha beads, holding a good picture of benevolent eyebrows.

"You say, are we going to win this time?"

Shen Qingci really doesn't know what he will do in the future, becoming a king and changing his wife, everything sounds like it's just a stone's throw away.

Master Jingkong just pulled out the Buddha beads, but he didn't say a word.

Shen Qingci knew that she couldn't get a trace of news from here.

Although the Pure Sky Mage is the uncle of Brand Hengxi, he is also an outsider, and he will not interfere in the mundane affairs of Hongchen, even if he really knows some heavenly secrets, he will not tell him a word.

And she didn't actually think about it, she had to know.

What their fate will be in the future, only God knows.

Shen Qingci stood up, and then made a Buddhist salute to Master Jingkong, and was about to leave, but at this moment, Master Jingkong couldn't help but look up at her.

The deep meaning between those glances also made Shen Qingci a little inexplicable.

She couldn't help touching her face, she really didn't know what the last glance of this old monk represented, and it was a little strange.

But when she returned to her courtyard, she had forgotten about it.

She sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, also waiting, waiting for when the letter would be delivered from the bottom of the mountain.

"Chirp ......"

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the wind, and when she looked up, she saw that the wind was circling in the sky.

Not long after, it landed on the stone table in front of Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci touched the golden eagle's head, then took the letter from its neck, and then patted its head, Thank you for your hard work, you go to find Baimei.

The golden eagle chirped again, and went to find Baimei to eat.

Shen Qingci also opened the letter in his hand, it was written by Brand Hengxi, there were no extra words, and the few lines were all explained clearly at this time.