The candlelight was swaying gently, and the moon and stars were sparse outside the window.
Gu Fenglin and Mu Yunhan cuddled up on the couch and read together.
What I was looking at were some notes left by previous priests, which Gu Fenglin had just recently dug out from an old box.
Most of the notebooks record some major events that were foreseen in advance, and the beginning and end are written very clearly.
In plain tones, the priests described the flash of swords and shadows behind them and the parting with blood and tears.
"Priests enjoy unparalleled treatment that attracts much attention, but the burden they bear is unimaginable..."
Gu Fenglin put his hand on an old page of paper. The last line of writing on the paper was so frivolous that there were a few drops of dark black stains on it.
"This is the eighth priest. He died in office and was killed by the prince who rebelled against him. This is his blood..."
Mu Yunhan leaned beside him quietly and listened to him quietly.
Gu Fenglin is not someone who likes to express his feelings, so when he mentioned these things to her, he probably had something to say.
"Once you get into this position, you can no longer do whatever you want. Just like Meng Xiang, you can't help yourself in many cases."
Gu Fenglin closed the letter, looked at her and said softly: "That letter was written by a close disciple of Prime Minister Meng."
Mu Yunhan lowered his head and said nothing.
Although she had been prepared for it, she was still very sad when the moment came.
Gu Fenglin patted her shoulder and went to wash up first, leaving her alone to be at ease.
Mu Yunhan took his hand and said, "Let's go together."
Gu Fenglin was a little surprised, but very happy.
This means that when she is sad, she just wants him to be with her.
This is the most supreme and unreserved trust.
He held her hand steadily and said slowly: "Okay, let's go together."
After Mu Yunhan washed his face, he felt calm.
As the saying goes, there is no need to think too much about things that are different, just do what you want to do.
But that night, Mu Yunhan still couldn't sleep well.
Afraid of disturbing Gu Fenglin's rest, she quietly got up and got out of bed, wrapped herself in a robe and lay down on the couch in a daze.
But not long after, Gu Fenglin came.
Without saying anything, he lay down next to her and covered the two of them with a thin quilt.
Mu Yunhan shrank into his arms and whispered: "Uncle Jiu said he saw Xiaoying being attacked and eaten. Have you seen it?"
Gu Fenglin closed his eyes and patted her on the back: "Sometimes, being a priest has a great advantage. You can use so-called dreams to cover up many lies and true purposes. I often do this kind of thing."
He was saying euphemistically that Gu Yilan was not a good person.
Of course, neither is he.
Mu Yunhan smiled reassuringly: "It's great to have you."
Gu Fenglin kissed the top of her hair and said silently, Me too.
Early the next morning, when Mu Yunhan got up, Gu Fenglin was no longer around.
Da Mi helped her wash up and reported: "It seems that His Highness Prince Shou has discovered something. Please come over and assist in the investigation."
King Shou was appointed to take charge of the case of stolen pills. This case was closely related to the Gu family, and both Mrs. Gu and the emperor suspected that it was related to the Palace of Priests, so it was a piece of cake that they couldn't get rid of.
Mu Yunhan didn't take it seriously and ordered everyone to dress her up so that she could visit the Crown Princess in all her glory.
It has been some time since the Crown Princess gave birth.
There are no longer as many congratulatory guests as before, but there are also some people with close connections or ulterior motives who choose to visit at this time.
When Mu Yunhan arrived, he keenly saw a green car parked on the street.