Li Qiye tightened his fingers, held his arm, moved his body slightly, and threw him out of the tower, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go find it quickly. Do you want a girl to take the initiative for this kind of thing?!"
"Mo Li, thank you!" Feng Nong raised his hand and hooked the protruding ridge of the sculpture under the corridor, thanked her, turned around and flew up, disappearing into the night with two ups and downs.
"I hope they last a long time!" Li Li watched his figure disappear, and turned towards the stairs in the moonlight.
In the palace on the south side of the tower, Mingche sat at the table and wrote healing charms intently.
The door was pushed open, and a guard walked in softly, "Your Highness!"
Mingche finished writing the healing charm in his hand, then raised his pen and turned around, "How is it?!"
"Someone just came to report that the Crown Princess has gone back to her room to rest!" the guard said.
"Okay!" Mingche put down the pen in his hand, nodded happily, stretched his waist, and picked up the pen again.
"It's getting late, why don't you go to bed early?!" the guard advised carefully.
"Well, I'll write a few more!" Mingche smiled back at him, "You've been busy all day, so go to bed early. I can take care of myself!"
The guard knew his temperament, so he thanked him immediately and left the door.
On the opposite roof ridge, a person slowly poked his face out, watched the guard walk away, and immediately fell lightly from the roof ridge, came to the clear window, and gently knocked on the window.
"Who?!" Mingche raised his face when he heard the sound and came to the window carefully.
"Great Priest, it's me, Zhou Zhe!" the man outside the door whispered.
Mingche opened the window and saw his familiar figure standing outside the window.
Zhou Zhe is the chief deacon of the Guangming Temple. When Mingche and the high priest are away, he is responsible for the affairs of the Guangming Temple. Something must have happened to him visiting so late at night.
"Come in and talk!" Mingche turned around and prepared to open the door.
"Great Priest!" Zhou Zhe reached out and grabbed his sleeve, "It's too late. Come with me quickly. If it's too late, the High Priest's body will not be saved!"
"What?!" Mingche raised his eyebrows, "Master, what happened to him?!"
"Gong Ao has returned to the Holy Mountain. Because you and Mr. Mo are together, he has angered the Temple of Light. Not only has he sealed the Temple of Light, he has also threatened to hold a sacrifice ceremony to heaven tomorrow and burn the master's body as a heretic. I
I tried my best to escape from the sacred mountain!" Zhou Zhe wiped away the blood on his forehead, "The great priest dedicated his whole life to the temple. If he can't even die a happy death, I... I am really incompetent as a subordinate!"
"Don't worry!" Ming Che pursed her lips, "I'll go see Mo Li right away and discuss a solution with her. I will never let Gong Ao succeed!"
After saying that, he turned over and jumped out of the window, running towards the outside of the palace.
Zhou Zhe's eyes flashed with panic, and he hurriedly caught up two steps and came behind him, "Great Priest, please wait!"
Mingche paused in confusion and looked back at Mingche. A cold look flashed in Zhou Zhe's eyes, and he raised his hand and sprinkled a ball of medicine powder at him.
"you……"
Mingche knew he had been deceived, but it was too late. The powder entered his nose. As soon as his body went limp, he fell toward the ground. To catch his fallen body, Zhou Zhe snorted coldly and directly carried him onto his shoulders.