On the lamppost in front of the temple, a few stars of oil light made beeping noises, making the huge Buddhist temple even more dull and silent.
Watching Pudu Cihang go away until he disappeared at the end of the winding corridor of the palace, Emperor Zhengde still stood there wearing only a thin bright yellow bottom coat, not looking cold at all.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late..."
Xiao Huangmen, who was accompanying him, handed over a crane-feather cloak with great insight, draped it on Emperor Zhengde's body, and reminded him in a gentle voice.
"Do I want you, a dog slave, to tell you what to do?"
After turning around for a while, Emperor Zhengde laughed and cursed.
"The slave deserves to die, the slave deserves to die!"
Although there was no blame in Emperor Zhengde's words, Xiao Huangmen was still trembling with fear. He subconsciously fell to his knees and slapped himself.
"That's all. I haven't thought about it, but I'm boring. Why don't you go and call Wu Banban? I have something to tell him."
Seeing the silent and frightened expression of the little Huangmen, Emperor Zhengde, who was still in a good mood, suddenly lost interest, waved his hand impatiently, and scolded in a deep voice.
"I obey the order, and I thank you for your grace."
Thinking that he had escaped by chance, Xiao Huangmen couldn't help but feel happy. He kowtowed twice on the white marble floor, and actually climbed out of the palace in a hurry just as Emperor Zhengde ordered.
"They are all flattering dogs, but loyalty is really rare!"
The smile finally returned to his gloomy face. Emperor Zhengde shook his head and returned to the depths of the palace.
After dismissing the eunuchs and maids serving in the palace and telling them to inform the guards at the door that no one was allowed inside, the nominal supreme leader of the Ming Dynasty pushed away the machine in the corner of the dragon bed with a cold expression.
After a few inaudible muffled sounds, a dimly lit secret passage suddenly appeared on the side of the bed.
He took a bronze candle from his hand. Although he knew that there was unlikely to be any accident, Emperor Zhengde still waited until after a while and saw that the candle was still safe and sound, and then he walked in with confidence.
He closed the mechanism with his backhand, and by the illumination of the stars and candles, Emperor Zhengde stopped in front of a closed door with familiarity.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and was about to knock on the door. Unexpectedly, the person inside the door seemed to have noticed his arrival, and suddenly an old and feminine voice came out.
"Is your Majesty here? This old slave is at the critical moment of his luck and cannot go out to meet me from afar. Please, Your Majesty, condescend to take advantage of it yourself."
Hearing this, Emperor Zhengde did not show any anger at all, and actually opened the door himself as the old man said.
The secret room was opened, and dozens of luminous pearls above the head illuminated the room at a glance. Although it was buried deep underground, Emperor Zhengde could still clearly identify the old man sitting on the first futon at a glance.
But he saw that the man's hair and beard were the color of snow, his face was like a crown of jade, and he was wearing an ocher red python robe. It was impossible to tell that the old reply before was actually coming from the mouth of such a handsome "young man".
At this moment, when his technique was at its critical moment, the true energy was lingering all over his body, and the slowly burning heaters in the four corners of the room were unable to withstand the invasion of the coldness of the ice soul, and were stained with a layer of frost.
Although the Emperor Zhengde is rich in the world and has the fortune of the dragon in his country, and cannot be invaded by any law, he is essentially an ordinary person who cannot practice cultivation. How can he resist it?
Fortunately, the other party seemed to be aware of this and deliberately controlled his energy to avoid the open space. But even so, the increasingly obvious coldness in the air still made him shiver.
After less than half a cup of tea, the azure energy surrounding the "young man" suddenly expanded violently, and then was absorbed into the body with lightning speed.
"Your Majesty suffered from the cold, and it's the old slave who deserves to die."
Opening his eyes, there was still a bit of blue that had not faded away in the depths of his eyes. The "young man" stood up with a smile and was about to bow to Emperor Masanori.
Although his appearance is much younger than that of Emperor Zhengde, his age can be clearly seen in his words.
"Grandpa Mo said that, does he want to become estranged from Hou Zhao?"
Hearing the respectful words in the other party's words, Emperor Zhengde curled his lips and quickly stepped forward to support the other party as if he was scolded.
"You are a veteran of the emperor's time. You have been protecting the safety of the royal family these years. My father gave me countless instructions before his death to treat you as a close elder. However, this will no longer be allowed."
"Old slave, please obey the Holy Order."
Really stubborn, the old man surnamed Mo had no choice but to agree.
"I wonder what your Majesty has to do with this old slave?"
Emperor Zhengde did not answer the question immediately, but responded to the question and became concerned about another matter:
"Is Grandpa Mo's injury feeling better?"
"Thanks to Your Majesty, the old slave has basically recovered from the hidden injuries he suffered from the secret fight with that guy earlier, and the remaining Buddhist power in his body has been almost eliminated."
Mr. Mo replied respectfully and was flattered.
"That's good. If Grandpa Mo wasn't here, I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully."
Emperor Zhengde sounded quite happy.
"In the whole world, there is nothing but the king's land; on the shore of the land, there is nothing but the king's ministers. Whoever dares to be disrespectful to your majesty, I will go and get his head."
Thinking that someone was trying to assassinate the emperor secretly, Mr. Mo's originally gentle face was stunned for a moment, and he let out a cold and incomparable Qi that was ready to go.
"Grandpa Mo has misunderstood. If nothing else, there is still a national master in the court. Although this guy has bad intentions, there is still a place where I can be useful at the moment. This guy must protect my safety no matter what."
Emperor Zhengde was stunned and realized that the other party might have misunderstood what he meant, so he had no choice but to explain with a smile.
"This... I am overly worried. It's just that Si Kong has extraordinary skills. He doesn't want to transcend and ascend, but he just stays in the palace and pays homage. I always feel that his plans are not trivial. Your Majesty still needs to treat him with caution."
The murderous intention in his heart finally let go, but Mr. Mo still felt a little inappropriate and added something.
"I have my own sense of purpose in this matter. He is scheming against the court, and I am scheming against him."
After telling the old lady everything that happened that night, Emperor Zhengde looked at her with ardent eyes.
"Grandpa Yimo, how sure is this matter that it is true?"
"this……"
The old eunuch hesitated for a while. Although he knew that the master in front of him had a great desire for immortality and transcendence, he still couldn't help pouring cold water on him.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude. I have lived for most of my life. When I was young, I had many contacts with Buddhism and Taoism. Such things that are against the way of heaven are really not like the actions of an upright person. I am worried."
...It's the thief who is deceiving Your Majesty."
However, Emperor Zhengde seemed to be in the mood, and he did not think so, but patiently expressed his opinion to the other party:
"I don't think this is necessarily the case. Although this move is against the harmony of nature, it is precisely this that those so-called noble families disdain to use, and it gives me a chance."
"Even if Pudu Cihang has some suspicions in it, with Grandpa Mo protecting me, if I use the methods left by my ancestors to cooperate with the emperor's dragon energy, I don't believe what tricks that guy can pull out!"
"Grandpa Mo, just help me this time!"
Near the end, as if he was afraid that the other party would not allow him to risk his fortune, Emperor Zhengde rolled his eyes and began to please the old man as he had done when he was a child.
"In this case... I am completely at your Majesty's command."
The old eunuch bowed before Emperor Zhengde.
Although he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, after watching each other grow up for so many years, Mo Lao had no heirs in his life. He really regarded the two later emperors as his direct descendants, and he really couldn't say no words of rejection.
At worst, something unexpected happened, and I risked my life to save the emperor. This can be regarded as consummating the relationship between master and servant!