"etc."

Yan Wushu looked at him, wondering what else was going on.

The other party stared at his gorgeous but cumbersome mask for a while, then suddenly reached out to touch it, but retracted the moment he was about to touch it, and looked at Yan Wushu again with that look: "Can I see you?"

He often saw this kind of look in the eyes of the Sixth Prince, but such a polite and cautious question did not belong to that happy idiot.

Yan Wushu pursed his lips, not quite understanding why there was such a request, but thinking that Gong Mingjing was sick, he still nodded in agreement, and even bent down to cooperate.

Seemingly seeing the flashing smile on Gong Mingjing's pale face, Yan Wushu was not sure if his eyes were dazzled, but his vision suddenly brightened, and the mask was removed.

Since the mask was originally integrated with the headgear, it was exquisite and gorgeous but extremely cumbersome. After taking it off, Yan Wushu felt light all over, so he didn't notice the other person's expression.

That was the amazement and longing that couldn't show when first met.

Yan Wushu, the national teacher's appearance, is a little different from the beautiful and harmless image of the past, adding a bit of coldness and distance, although the beautiful eyes are as pure as ever without any impurities.

Yan Wushu looked at Gong Mingjing: "Are you ready?" He wanted to leave quickly.He also didn't notice Gong Mingjing's hand hanging beside his face but always keeping a distance.

"Did you show him?"

he?Yan Wushu was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was the Sixth Prince, who shook his head.

He saw Gong Mingjing smile, although it only lasted for a short moment, he couldn't hide his happiness.

"What's there to be happy about?" Of course, the Sixth Prince was curious about Yan Wushu's face, but Yan Wushu held a certain status in front of him, and Yan Wushu refused to let him go. He begged for it many times but failedPass.

Gong Mingjing didn't answer, but his complexion looked better, and he looked refreshed.

After that, Yan Wushu didn't stay any longer. When he left Weiyang Palace, he saw Bai Mao being summoned into the palace. He thought that Gong Mingjing really remembered to go to the plot, and he felt relieved.

For the next two days, Yan Wushu prayed every day as usual. He thought that the emperor would summon him to divert hatred for Baimao like in the plot, but unexpectedly it was very calm, but Yan Wushu did not hear any more about Baimao.It was a rumor of a catastrophe, and it was guessed that Gong Mingjing had already solved it by himself, and he didn't even need his cooperation.

After praying for the day, Yan Wushu looked under the sacrificial altar when he got up. Compared with the crowds on the first day, there are not many people still insisting on watching the ceremony, and the rest are silent, gloomyGloomy clouds hang over the sky.

Yan Wushu felt uncomfortable looking at it. Fortunately, he knew that the good news would come tomorrow. However, seeing that the blessing ceremony was about to come to the last day, the turning point of the plot, after which the Three Sages would be sent back to the Hall of Light.And Yue Shen has not been arrested yet.

Looking in the direction of Yubachang, Yan Wushu couldn't help wrinkling his nose, and walked in that direction slowly.

It was already dark, and the entire Royal Racecourse was empty except for the guards outside. At this time, the Master of the State Teacher did not go to rest but visited the Royal Racecourse. Although he was full of doubts in his heart, the National Teacher was the National Teacher after all, and the guards did notHe dared to ask more questions and let Yan Wushu in.

When the person walked away, he murmured softly: "This national teacher is also big-hearted. What is said outside is that he is not a sage waiter at all. I have been praying for blessings for many days, but it has no effect at all."

"You can't say that. Praying for blessings and sacrifices depends on whether God is willing to respond. Sometimes it is fate. The previous generation of national teachers also had moments when they were powerless."

"Hey, you don't know, just yesterday or the day before yesterday, someone saw unexplained black marks on the picture of the Three Saints, which looked like a human figure, and it was very unlucky at first glance. Why do you think the picture of the Three Saints is good?Will there be more traces of the Tao? Who else can touch it except the Master of the State Teacher?"

"This... Could it be that Master Guoshi accidentally got dirty."

"Who knows, the Three Saints Picture is such an important sacred object, but he is negligent, which shows that he didn't pay attention to the people of our Yechao and..." He pointed to the sky, "Everyone in the court is rightWhen he is dissatisfied for a long time, I think there will be a good show."

The other frowned first, then wondered, "Why are you so gloating?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red: "Who told him to always have his eyes above the top, how many times we have seen him here, you have seen him look at us with straight eyes."

The other person nodded first, and then paused, thinking that this palace is not a place to step on the high and bow down, those little maids and eunuchs bowed their knees when they saw them, and the big men didn't bother to give charity eyes at all, so why did they just resentMr. National Teacher.

It's just that he didn't need to conflict with the other party, so he pretended to agree, and changed the subject with a few more random sentences.

When Yan Wushu found Yue Shen's residence, the candles had already been extinguished in the room, and it was pitch black. After hesitating for a long time, he mustered up the courage, took out the painting scroll hidden in his arms, held it tightly, pushed the door and entered.

Borrowing the faint moonlight, he walked towards the bed step by step.

After staying in front of the bed for a long time, Yan Wushu's knuckles holding the scroll turned white: "Sorry." It was so weak that he could hardly hear it.

He took a breath and unfolded the scroll.

A slightly tired voice suddenly came from behind: "Break into my room late at night, and even said sorry, what does Master Guoshi want to do to me?" A familiar laughing tone.

Yan Wushu was taken aback, and hurriedly turned back with the scroll.

"Ahem——" After a few violent coughs, Yan Wushu heard the sound of liquid falling to the ground. He wondered why it sounded like vomiting blood.

The Three Sacred Figures only ingest the spiritual body and take it into custody, and will not harm the physical body.

And according to the degree of Yue Chen's crazy criticism on weekdays, since he was hiding behind him and was not photographed by the picture of the Three Saints in the first place, he should get started directly.

Realizing that something was wrong, Yan Wushu held up the picture of the Three Saints, while groping to the table and raised a torch to light the candlestick beside him.

In the moment when the light filled the air, Yan Wushu could clearly see the big puddle of blood on the ground, and Yue Chen who was tied under the window sill and covered in wounds.

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