"The Western Bliss has its own rules. I cannot interfere indiscriminately with the human court." After hearing the believer's request, the saint sighed slightly.
"Holy Maid!" Hearing that the Saint seemed to stand aside and watch, the believers hurriedly kowtowed. A believer, who looked like a strong blacksmith, couldn't help shouting: "We are here to carry out the order of the Buddha.
We were just arrested by the government, the saint can't leave us alone!"
"Buddha Mother," the saint said with a slight frown, "What instructions does she have?"
"This..." The blacksmith couldn't help but hesitate. He had sworn a poisonous oath. If he revealed the plans of the Buddha Mother, he would go to Abi Hell.
"Don't talk about it if it's difficult." The saint said considerately: "I don't want to get involved in the affairs of the Buddha Mother." She raised her hand as she spoke, and a faint smoke accompanied by the sandalwood rose, and the saint's graceful figure appeared.
Then it appeared faintly.
Seeing that the saint was about to leave, the believers became anxious and shouted to the blacksmith: "Is there anything I can't say to the saint?! She can still harm us!" In the White Lotus Sect, the saint is the spirit.
A leader is someone whom believers can trust unconditionally.
"Hey..." When the blacksmith saw that the saint was about to disappear, he didn't care so much, and hurriedly shouted: "The Buddha Mother said that there will be a demon-killing conference on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and asked us to organize people to go to Beijing to create chaos.
Cooperate with the action!"
"What else?" The saint's figure almost completely disappeared, and her voice was vague.
"No more." The blacksmith shouted loudly: "The superiors only told us this and nothing else!"
"Holy girl! Holy girl!" The light gradually dimmed, the smoke disappeared, and the saint's figure disappeared. The believers shouted in horror but there was no response. If it weren't for the petals on the ground and the motionless official, they would really
I thought I was having a dream.
Seeing that the saint had really disappeared, the believers were extremely angry. They glared at the blacksmith and said, "I blame you for daring to doubt the saint. Now the saint has gone away in anger! You have caused us all a lot of harm!"
"How did I know she was so petty," the blacksmith said aggrievedly, "Besides, I hesitated for a moment and said everything!"
"Hesitation is just doubt! The saint has already achieved enlightenment, and her eyes are as bright as lightning," the believers said angrily: "Everyone knows what you are thinking!"
"What are you shouting about!" The believers were arguing when the voice of the hundred households suddenly exploded. The believers immediately fell silent and turned their heads with difficulty. They saw that the Jinyi Baihu and Jinyiwei had regained their freedom and were looking unhappy.
Look at them.
Fortunately, these guys seemed to have forgotten what happened before they were immobilized, and no one came to arrest the spitting brother again...
The royal guard, the governor's prisoner, the majestic saint who was in prison, was curled up in Wang Xian's arms, her pretty face was red, and her beautiful eyes were filled with an expression that could not be dispelled. Her little
Her red lips were slightly swollen, and a blind person could tell that she had just kissed Wang Xian passionately.
"Xiao Lian, do you miss the official?" Wang Xian held the saint's slender waist and gently smelled the charming fragrance of her hair.
"Of course, Xiao Lian wants to kill the official..." The saint is naturally Gu Xiaolian. She has been settling the Shanxi White Lotus believers who have surrendered to the imperial court between Shanxi and Hetao for more than two years...
"Then let's not leave this time." Wang Xian took her soft, boneless hand and said softly.
"Yes. I'm not leaving." Gu Xiaolian nodded firmly, put her face against Wang Xian's chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and murmured: "Xiao Lian will never leave the official again..."
In fact, in the past two years, Wang Xian has continued to exchange letters with Gu Xiaolian, and he knows that those believers have settled in the Hetao and are gradually integrating with the Mongolian people... In fact, conflicts and confrontations are often due to poverty. When the rich Hetao area can
Accommodating the Han and Mongolian people, when the Han people brought farming, iron smelting, porcelain making, medicine, textiles and other industries to the Mongolian herdsmen, the simple herdsmen would naturally treat them as honored guests and live in harmony with them.
Nowadays, the believers have got rid of their former rebel status and live and work in peace and contentment in the Hetao. Gu Xiaolian could actually go back to the mainland to meet Wang Xian long ago, but she is delicate and doesn't know what Wang Xian is thinking, so she refuses to show up rashly and disturb him.
A peaceful life with Lin Qing'er. Wang Xian, a heartless man, finally thought of her and wrote a letter asking her to come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year together. Only then did Gu Xiaolian let go of her resentful heart.
However, Gu Xiaolian was very sensible and knew that this time Baoyin came to Beijing, it would be a rare opportunity for the three of them to reunite, so he refused to go to Beijing before the new year. He originally planned to wait for Baoyin to show up after his return. However, the plan could not keep up with the change. Things about the White Lotus Cult.
Wang Xian thought that she and Zhang Wu could be of great help, so he ordered Gu Xiaolian to be summoned to Beijing urgently.
Wang Xian went out of the capital to pick up her and Zhang Wu. Because they were worried that the White Lotus Sect was all-pervasive and leaked the news, the two of them ignored Wen Wen and began to arrange the trick of the goddess descending to earth at the beginning... For those in Shanxi, they were used to pretending to be gods and ghosts.
Gu Xiaolian, this routine is really familiar...
At this moment, Her Majesty the Saint, who had extracted the information as soon as she took action, was like a naughty kitten, huddled in her master's arms, twisting around for a reward. Wang Xian was irritated by her twisting, but was shocked by
After receiving the information, he really had no intention of flirting, so he raised his hand and slapped Gu Xiaolian on her pert buttocks, whispering: "Don't make trouble!"
As expected, Gu Xiaolian remained obedient and looked at Wang Xian with a slightly resentful expression. Wang Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly, pinched her breast and said, "Wait until I come back."
Wang Xian put on his official uniform, hurried to the Forbidden City, handed over a sign and asked to see the emperor. Although Zhu Di had not seen the foreign ministers in the past few days, the chief of his secret agents handed over the sign. There must be urgent matters, so he naturally had to see him.
Wang Xian arrived at the Qianqing Palace and saw Zhu Di, dressed in a moon-white warrior uniform. He had just finished a session of Tai Chi and was resting there. It seemed that his dragon body was showing signs of recovery.
Zhu Zhanji offered a warm handkerchief, and Zhu Di took it to wipe his sweat, then took a cup of tea and drank it, then glanced at Wang Xiandian who had been kneeling for a long time and said, "What's the matter?"
"Reply to Your Majesty! I have requested you to declare that the lighting of lanterns in the capital will be canceled this year," Wang Xian replied hurriedly: "All gatherings will be stopped during the Lantern Festival!"
'Pfft...' Zhu Di almost sprayed Zhu Zhanji all over with a sip of tea. He pulled the towel and wiped his mouth while cursing angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?! I'm not dead, why don't you let the people light up the lights?!
"
Wang Xian naturally knows that there are many things to pay attention to in this era. For example, lanterns must be put out during the Lantern Festival to show celebration. If it is cloudy and rainy, it will be considered unlucky. Only when there is a national mourning will the lantern festival be cancelled. But this is not the case at this time.
Now, he couldn't care about so much anymore, so he was busy bracing himself and meeting the Buddha's Mother in Shandong. Hearing the prophecy, he secretly searched the capital and interrogated for several days. He learned that the White Lotus Sect would have a big move on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
He wants to turn Beijing into a hell on earth and report it to the emperor.
Zhu Di patiently listened to half of it, and finally couldn't help but burst out: "Bullshit! Did you scare that bullshit Buddha out of your courage?!" He pointed at Wang Xian and said: "The White Lotus Sect has been causing chaos since ancient times. According to their
Declaration, this world has been destroyed hundreds of times! You, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard, still believe their lies!"
"Your Majesty, this time is indeed different from the past," Wang Xian urged: "Those White Lotus cultists have clearly been planning for a long time!"
"That's your business!" Zhu Di waved his hand roughly and said with a displeased face: "I raise you wastes for a living?!"
"Your Majesty..." Wang Xian wanted to dissuade him, but Zhu Zhanji signaled him with his eyes to stop.
Wang Xian had no choice but to shut up and listened to Zhu Di's deep voice: "Listen carefully, the lanterns will still be put out during the Lantern Festival, and any celebrations will not be cancelled." After a pause, he said arrogantly: "During this period, the security work in the capital must be done well.
, if something happens, you are the only one to ask!"
"This...is..." Wang Xian was so depressed that he almost burst out of depression. He thought to himself that a senior official would crush people to death, just like an emperor would crush people!
"Go!" The emperor waved his hand in annoyance, not wanting to see him again.
"I excuse myself." Wang Xian had no choice but to bow and retreat...
After leaving Qianqing Palace, Wang Xian exhaled in frustration. Seeing that the patrols in the palace were obviously strengthened, his mood became slightly better... Apparently, the dead eunuch listened to his suggestion.
Just as he was about to walk out of Qianqing Gate, Wang Xian heard a call from his grandson behind him, and stopped, waiting for Zhu Zhanji to come forward.
"I want to go back too, let's go together." Zhu Zhanji came over, patted Wang Xian on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "You are too arrogant today."
Wang Xian smiled and said nothing, and walked side by side on the corridor of the palace with Taisun.
"I heard a theory that my father asked you to do this?" Zhu Zhanji endured it again and again, but couldn't help but whisper.
"..." Wang Xian raised his head alertly, glanced at his grandson, and asked in a low voice: "Who said that?"
"You don't care who said it," Zhu Zhanji said solemnly: "Just tell me whether it is true or not?"
"No." Wang Xian frowned and said, "Your own father doesn't even know that His Highness the Crown Prince has ever done anything dirty?!"
"It would be nice if I didn't..." Hearing Wang Xian's voice become stern, Zhu Zhanji smiled apologetically and said, "I don't believe it either, but I'm afraid that Grandpa Huang will."
"Oh?" Wang Xian glanced at Zhu Zhanji and motioned for him to continue.
"After you left, Grandpa Huang became furious and said that you were under the orders of my father," Zhu Zhanji whispered, "I wanted to trick him into canceling the Lantern Festival lanterns, but I don't know what the plot was."
"There's no need to blame him." Wang Xian couldn't help but said angrily: "Has the emperor's suspicion of the prince reached this level?!"
"Hey..." Zhu Zhanji dodged Wang Xian's gaze. If the relationship between Zhu Di and the prince deteriorated so much today, it was also due to His Highness the Taisun.
"No matter what," Wang Xian grabbed Taisun's arm and said in a deep voice: "Something will definitely happen on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. You have to persuade the emperor to come over!"
"Well." Zhu Zhanji and Wang Xian have been together for so many years, so they naturally know that if he is so solemn, he must have something extremely important. He nodded and said: "I will try my best..." After saying that, he became a little discouraged and said: "But Grandpa Huang
Now that I am becoming more and more self-willed, I am afraid that everything I say will be in vain..."