Author: Xi Yumu

A woman dressed as a Taoist nun, holding a fly whisk, walked out of the inner hall with lotus steps. From a distance, she looked like an immortal.

Although she was wearing an extremely simple blue robe, this person had a fair face, full red lips, bright eyes and white teeth. She smiled lightly and had a pair of dimples on both sides of her cheeks. If she hadn't been a monk, she would have been fascinated.

Countless princes and noble sons.

Looking at Ling Changfeng's familiar look, he smiled and cursed: "Changfeng, this is my place of cultivation, can't you just be more at ease? And how many times have I told you, call me Qionghua Master?

!Stop calling me sister."

Ling Changfeng hurriedly stepped forward, smiled, nodded, and bowed his hands: "I obey my sister's instructions!"

Seeing her unyielding look, Master Qionghua rolled his eyes angrily: "You wish you could be as sensible as Miss Xiaolan one day. Tell me, run away as soon as you come back from Luoyang."

What is the purpose of my Taoist temple?"

Without waiting for Ling Changfeng's reply, he took Xiaolan's hand and walked towards the inner hall: "Xiaolan, you have lost weight in the past six months! Changfeng will definitely keep you busy, hurry up and

Sister, tell me if I bullied you! Oh, this kitten is so cute!"

The two young girls were walking and chatting.

Poor Xiaoyu allowed four green claws to roam around her body. She originally wanted to ask Ling Changfeng behind for help, but when she looked back, she found that Ling Changfeng looked helpless and could only helplessly say "Meow meow."

"sigh.

Ling Changfeng, who was following behind, looked at the two people in front of him talking and laughing, and then recalled the scene where they were having fun in the palace. The masculine image of Hua in his heart instantly collapsed. The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he hurriedly followed.

Go up.

The layout in the inner hall is extremely simple, with only a few futons, a few golden nanmu tables and chairs, and a pot of tea on the table.

There are no portraits of Sanqing and others hanging on the wall in the hall, but a large Chinese character "Tao". There is an incense burner in front of the copybook, and there are a few sticks of incense curling up with smoke.

The faint scent of tea mixed with the scent of sandalwood makes people feel peaceful.

Several people entered the hall and took their seats respectively. Huayang ordered someone to pour a cup of tea for Ling Changfeng, and brought several plates of mung bean cakes and a pot of water to Xiaolan. Then he waved his hand and let several serving servants walk out of the inner hall.

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Ling Changfeng picked up a cup of fragrant tea, took a sip slowly, and breathed out softly: "Sister Huayang, I didn't expect to come back so early. I just took a case in Luoyang and was recalled by the emperor.

."

Huayang nodded slightly, obviously he already knew about this.

"I came to see my sister as soon as I came back this time, mainly because I wanted to inquire about two things." Ling Changfeng slowly stated his purpose.

"Oh? What's the matter? You tell me. But let me remind you that since I have become a monk now, I naturally will not pay attention to the affairs of the court."

"Well, I naturally know this. Sister, I want to ask you, why is the emperor so anxious to summon me to the capital? Logically speaking, the presiding officer of the Si Tianjian case this time is Meng Ziyan of Dali Temple.

All we need to do is call him back."

This matter is indeed a matter of that court, but it involves the emperor's wishes, so it can be regarded as a family matter of the emperor.

"Humph, you are so good, Changfeng. You dare to inquire about the emperor's thoughts. The Holy Heart is unpredictable." Hua Yang pretended to be embarrassed while looking at Ling Changfeng jokingly.

"Okay, okay. As per the old rules, I owe you a collector's edition of Taoist classics." Ling Changfeng rolled his eyes and silently calculated in his mind, including how many collector's books he owed this time.

Seeing the two people looking like they were haggling over the price, Xiaolan burst into laughter, and the mung bean cake in her mouth spurted out instantly.

He quickly waved his sleeves, collected the debris flying around, and looked at Huayang: "Okay, sister, please don't embarrass my young master. He still owes you three classics."

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm lucky to have you remembering it for me. Changfeng, you must have remembered it clearly. Plus this time, there are only four books." Hua Yang looked at Ling Changfeng with a smile on his face.

The latter nodded helplessly, patted his chest and promised to pay back the debt when he got back.

"My father is going to summon you this time. I went to the Daming Palace a few days ago and asked casually. My father said that you have no performance in the files of the Si Tianjian case. I want to call you back this time.

I want to understand the situation clearly with you, and secondly, I just need to run an errand."

"Errand? What errand is it?"

"I didn't ask about this in detail. It probably has something to do with the tribute ceremony that will be held soon."

After Ling Changfeng heard this, he thought about it carefully. Since he already knew about this matter, he would not let the emperor lead him away by the nose.

"Changfeng, let me remind you again. This tribute is probably unusual."

"Oh? Sister Huayang, did you find anything wrong?"

Hua Yang did not answer immediately, but frowned and thought for a moment before slowly speaking: "This tribute ceremony will be held at the Night Pearl Tower. You know that my six senses are relatively sensitive, so I always feel that there will be danger this time."

Xiaolan put down the mung bean cake in her hand, with bulging cheeks, and said vaguely: "Sister, is it possible that someone wants to assassinate you? Master, don't worry, I will be with you when the time comes."

When she thought of the rare delicacies and the exotic skills of foreign countries in the past tributes, Xiaolan immediately volunteered.

Hua Yang shook his head slightly and sighed: "Oh! I can't explain clearly. The emperor's family affairs are really annoying. Even if I have become a monk, I still have to face it. Changfeng, Xiaolan, please remember not to be careless.

"

Judging from his appearance, I am afraid that this tribute ceremony will indeed not be as simple as usual.

Ling Changfeng cupped his hand and quickly said yes, then asked the second thing: "Sister Huayang, have you ever heard of Tianshan Snow Lotus?"

Huayang put down the white jade tea cup in his hand and looked at Ling Changfeng with a half-smile: "What? Are you trying to trick the Queen Mother Zhu Xuelian? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I haven't been to Xuanfu Palace for a long time since I became a monk.

Already."

Xiaolan gently pulled Huayang's sleeve, with a pleading look on her face: "Sister, I'm telling you the truth. It's me who is looking for this thing, because my master is seriously injured and she urgently needs this thing to save her life."

With a subtle sigh, Huayang patted Xiaolan's hand gently: "Xiaolan, don't worry, I'll ask aunt again in a few days. Her words will work with the Queen Mother."

Ling Changfeng knew that Huayang had tried his best. Huayang became a monk partly because he was tired of the emperor's family affairs, and the other big reason was because of the Queen Mother.
Chapter completed!