It's only autumn and it's already very cold in Lanjing.
On the long corridor, Gu Yilan and Gu Fenglin walked one behind the other.
They are all tall and thin, with extremely outstanding appearance and grace.
While the palace people on the side of the road avoided him, they couldn't help but want to take another look.
After leaving the palace gate, Gu Fenglin nodded slightly to Gu Yilan and silently stepped aside, waiting for him to board the car.
Gu Yilan stood still, looking at the dark sky and said calmly: "Alin, you have grown up."
Gu Fenglin raised his lips and smiled: "And my brother-in-law is not old yet."
These words were said with full murderous intent.
There is only one seat, and before the predecessor has stepped down, the successor can no longer bear it.
Gu Yilan looked back at him with cold eyes: "Yes, I'm still young and can still do a lot of things."
Gu Fenglin smiled: "Uncle, have you ever traveled in spring?"
Gu Yilan raised her eyebrows.
He then continued: "In spring, cherry blossoms bloom earliest and most brilliantly, and fade the fastest. Also, have you ever admired flowers at night?"
Gu Yilan was silent.
Gu Fenglin laughed happily: "It seems that there are none. What flower blooms most beautifully at night? Epiphyllum."
"Gu, the more talented people are, the faster they will die. Uncle, you are either not talented enough or you are not giving your best. Otherwise..."
He approached Gu Yilan, lowered his voice, smiled slightly, and said in a pleasant voice: "Otherwise, why are you not dead yet?"
"Bold!" Gu Yilan's personal attendant couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily.
Gu Fenglin just smiled indifferently: "Priests seek good luck and avoid disaster, and protect the country's destiny. But you don't know the mountains and geography, rivers and oceans, people's livelihood, and grains. What can you do to protect the country's destiny?
Are you just talking on paper? Are you pinning your hopes on that pitiful talent, living in seclusion in the priest's palace, sitting in a well, looking at the sky, and daydreaming? Are you worthy of this position?"
"Young Master, you have gone too far!" Gu Yilan's personal attendant drew his sword and pointed it directly at Gu Fenglin.
The long sword was sharp, and the cold air was biting. The cold sword light reflected the cold starlight, which reflected in Gu Fenglin's eyes, making those eyes shine like stars in the dark night!
He casually flicked his robe sleeves, and the long sword made a mournful cry, flew out of the attendant's hand, hit the palace wall, and fell to the ground.
The attendant staggered two steps, half-knelt on the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.
The scene suddenly became tense!
But the Imperial Guards in charge of guarding the palace turned a blind eye as if they were dead.
"Sir!" Gu Yilan's men shouted in unison.
From ancient times to the present, no one has dared to be so disrespectful to the priests, not even His Majesty the Emperor!
Gu Yilan looked at Gu Fenglin indifferently: "Alin, I have never personally experienced what you are talking about. But the ability given to me by my ancestors allows me to travel around the mountains and rivers and talk with farmers, merchants and craftsmen while meditating.
If they can do it, so can I. If you can do it, so can I. I'm waiting for you to take this seat! But right now, I don't think you can take it."
"Who said I'm going to take it now?"
Gu Fenglin laughed loudly, and his expression became more and more wanton: "Taichang Temple."
He walked away with his black official uniform flying in the night wind. Regardless of Gu Yilan's seniority, he got into the car and drove away.
"The villain has succeeded." The attendants gritted their teeth, "My lord must not let him go! Otherwise, if this continues, no one will dare to disrespect you!" (To be continued)