Gu Yilan looked at his subordinates indifferently.
Everyone was silent and waited for him to board the car in silence.
The maid arranged his sleeves meticulously, kowtowed and left.
As the carriage drove by, he looked ahead expressionlessly.
Taichang Temple, what does that mean?
Could it be that the emperor allowed him to be the minister of Taichang Temple?
Taichang Temple, Zhang Zong Temple etiquette, astronomy and clothing matters.
Jiraitu and the Priest Palace are in opposition, and they are incompatible with each other.
It's just that this minister of Taichang Temple has a relatively weak temperament. He lost to him in several battles, so he seemed weak.
The emperor was very dissatisfied, so he promoted Gu Fenglin to fight against him.
But can the emperor really trust Gu Fenglin to hand over such a position?
Aren't you afraid that the Gu family will take the opportunity to take over Taichang Temple, and Zhao will no longer be able to compete with the Shenguan Palace?
wrong.
The emperor was timid and suspicious, so at most he would give Gu Fenglin a young minister.
As for Gu Fenglin, the reason why he deliberately provoked him in public was just to reassure the emperor.
If he couldn't bear to take action, he might succeed Gu Fenglin instead.
"Here's the order, no one is allowed to take action against Ah Lin." He said coldly.
When the attendant heard this, he couldn't help but feel sad and surprised, and said aggrievedly: "Yes."
Orders were passed down layer by layer, and the entire team fell into a gloomy atmosphere.
The carriage reached the crossroads and was about to turn to go to the Priest's Palace when it suddenly stopped.
The attendant said softly: "Sir, Madam is here."
In the cold night, Murong, with only three or four followers and a green car, stood by the road and looked at him eagerly, smiled and saluted: "Husband."
Gu Yilan was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Go back home."
The carriage then adjusted its direction again and headed towards the priest's palace in the west of the city.
The maid Ah Yue's eyes showed a bit of joy and she whispered: "Madam, let's go back quickly."
Murong couldn't help but be happy. She only cared about her face and demeanor, so she got into the car unhurriedly and followed Gu Yilan's motorcade home.
The soft curtains with albizia pattern block out the rustling autumn wind, and the fragrant mist of albizia incense rises from the purple incense burner.
Six exquisite and delicious side dishes were placed on the small round table made of red sandalwood, a pair of white jade bowls, a pair of gold mandarin duck cups, and two pairs of ivory chopsticks.
Murong smiled sweetly, waved her servants away, and changed Gu Yilan's clothes with her own hands, saying softly: "Husband, you have worked hard today. You must be very hungry, right? I made some of your favorite side dishes with my own hands. Let's
Husband and wife talk."
Gu Yilan nodded with little interest.
But just like this, Murong was happy enough.
She quickly helped him change into a light home-made robe, and then took off his boots with her own hands and put on home-made cloth shoes.
Men's feet are slender and graceful in shape, but no matter how beautiful they are, they are masculine and powerful that women cannot match.
She put her hand on Gu Yilan's ankle and said softly: "Husband, I personally made these shoes for you. Do you like them if you try them on?"
"Thank you for your hard work." Gu Yilan took back her feet, stood up and walked to the dining table.
Murong's hand just stopped there before she could take it back.
She lowered her eyes, hiding the anger, unwillingness, and sadness in her eyes.
He stood up again, cleaned his hands as if nothing had happened, sat down, and put on a bright smile.
Seeing that Gu Yilan hadn't moved her chopsticks yet, she poured wine for him: "Why do you have to wait for me? Eat first when you are hungry."
"This is etiquette." Gu Yilan replied lightly, instead of drinking the wine she poured, she took a handful of vegetarian dishes. (To be continued)