Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 34: The First Minister of Power Also Likes to "Marry by Force" (14)

Hearing this, Xia Tao blinked in confusion: "As soon as I asked, he told me."

Perhaps it was because the expression on her face was too innocent and straightforward, Yu Ci smiled and nodded, thus ending the topic.

In the following days, as expected, Jing Yan did not return to the mansion for three consecutive days. Instead, he sent hundreds of little boys to the front yard.

Every morning, the sound of martial arts training could be heard, like an earthquake.

Just outrageous.

According to the information provided by Xia Tao's friend who "tells when asked".

Because Jing Yan was unable to return due to the frequent urgent summons from the Emperor recently, he stayed in his mansion in the capital again.

His return time was uncertain, so a group of warriors were arranged to take his place. As if they were afraid that one or two would not be enough, they directly sent in hundreds of them.

Yu Ci lowered her eyes and played with the heater in her hand, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Really,

It was just a wet dream, but he was so scared.

Her body was covered with red bite marks which hadn't gone away in three days.

Especially the large kiss mark on her neck, which was hard to cover, and she didn't say anything.

He even found a group of little boys who specialized in martial arts to support the Yang energy in the mansion...

Yuci laughed, but it was an angry laugh.

If the darkening value hadn't dropped from 87 to 66 overnight, she would have really thought that he didn't like it.

Emmm...

What is he hiding from?

Or is he rejecting her because of the revenge for the extermination of his entire family?

At that time, there was a knock on the door. Xia Tao went to check, and when she came back, there was another piece of paper in her hand.

"It's from Master Jing."

Xia Tao glanced at the girl's expression, opened the envelope with tacit consent and began to read:
"I am busy with work, so I will temporarily ..."

"Remember to take your medicine on time, and don't eat too much meat..."

"If you want to buy anything, just write a list to the secret guards in the mansion. You don't have to worry about the money..."

Well, only the last sentence looks pleasing to the eye.

The tone of his voice was one of advice, and he kept saying that he wouldn't be back in the short term, but he would definitely come back.

Yu Ci smiled faintly, pulled her cloak tightly around her body, and began to embroider with the purse in her hand.

It was because she was really bored that she started to pick up needle and thread to make these little things.

At that time, another piece of paper was lying quietly on the coffee table.

The handwriting is sharp, signed——

[Song Yang]
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In early February, the snow and wind in the capital gradually subsided, and there were signs of warming and spring.

After receiving the doctors' advice, Yu Ci also started to move around outside.

In the shadows of the corridor, a slender figure in white was leaning lazily on the beauty couch with an indifferent expression.

According to the original plot, tomorrow on New Year's Eve, Jing Yan will accompany the new emperor as a Jinwei to the Ganfo Temple on the outskirts of the capital to burn incense and pray, bathe, change clothes, and fast for three days, in order to ask God to bless the coming year.

This prayer ceremony was originally a grand procession from the Imperial Palace to the temple, and basically all the people in the north knew about it.

It is also because of this that people who want to take the emperor or Jing Yan's life began to make moves.

For example...Yuwen.

As a loyal supporter of the former emperor's direct lineage, he naturally looked down on Yi Qingye, a bastard who came along halfway and had a dirty background.

Of course, he looked down on Jing Yan, who came from a poor family and had no relatives.

During the prayer trip, Jing Yan beheaded numerous assassins in the temple, and later implicated many high-ranking officials in the capital, whose properties were confiscated and beheaded.

It can be said that the millions of red ribbons that protect peace and happiness in Ganfo Temple were all watered with blood.

The news of Jinwei's brutality spread again. The historians did not dare to record it, and the common people stayed indoors for fear that their heads would fall to the ground silently in the next second.

For a time, all officials made remonstrances and the people complained, all pointing their swords at Jing Yan.

This happened and spread in the original novel. Although Jing Yan never cared about it, it was also one of the factors that contributed to his complete evilization and the rift with the male protagonist in the later period. Yu Ci did not intend to let it go.

He clearly did nothing wrong.

Obviously, not all those who were uprooted were people who only hated him. Gradually regaining consciousness, Yu Ci looked at the fish swimming in the pond outside the corridor.

"Taotao."

The voice was slow and the girl next to her came over, "Girl?"

"I'm a little sleepy..."

Yu Ci hid her yawn and said lightly -

"Let's go back."

……

"Check your pulse?"

On the stairs, a tall man in black raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

He leaned against a big tree, folded his arms and looked at the man in white who was looking down at the letter in front of him.

"Dozens of people, can you tell the pulse of Yin-dominant Yang-deficient, or use Yang to replenish Yin?"

After a while, he chuckled with an unknown meaning: "What a quack doctor, he actually fooled our dignified Jinwei Commander Jing Yanjing into believing him and moving in next door to him obediently."

Hearing this, Jing Yan, who was dressed in white and gentle, lowered his eyes in silence. He slowly put the paper letter back into his sleeve, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was still very faint.

He looked like a gentleman who was not shy about what he said.

"But," Yi Qingye raised his eyebrows, "Why did you only stay for one night?"

Facing that teasing and probing gaze, Jing Yan calmly turned the Buddhist beads and said calmly: "To pave the way for someone."

Yi: "..."

This prayer has indeed been prepared for a long time.

Whether it was the light and dark guards, the carriage parade, or various complicated ceremonial matters, Jing Yan was in charge of coordinating almost everything for the past month.

Even though he was supposed to arrive at the temple tomorrow, he was arranged to sneak into the temple and stay there in advance.

The new emperor who will be parading tomorrow is just a substitute.

Yi Qingye pinched his nose and stood with his hands behind his back:

"Pave the way for me, huh..."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Does your knee hurt?"

After a pause, he glanced at the gauze-wrapped forehead of a certain person and asked, "Aren't you in pain?"

Jing Yan remained indifferent.

"You care about her body and her movements every day, but she doesn't know. Is it any use?"

He sneered, "...Song Yang, we're almost in the capital."

The figure beside him did not move. Yi Qingye smiled at him and suddenly changed the subject: "I heard that there is a marriage tree in Ganfo Temple. If you write the name of the person you want to be with on red silk and hang it up, you will be able to continue your relationship..."

“What you ask for, you get; what you think about, you achieve.”

Yi Qingye slowly polished the last few words, chuckling disdainfully: "It's just a trick to fool fools, it can't compare to the political intrigues in the officialdom."

As he spoke, he patted the silent figure beside him.

"The capital will surely be bustling in a few days."

The imperial city was in turmoil, and various forces were ready to make a move. Everyone wanted to overthrow him, but no one could touch him.

Really... I love these ants that are struggling in vain. Yi Qingye half-covered his eyes and smiled in an unfathomable way.

Listening indifferently to the chuckle of the man beside him, Jing Yan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

In silence, only the crisp sound of the Buddhist beads spinning remains.

……

It was late at night when Yuci arrived at the gate of Ganfo Temple.

Looking at the old monk who had been waiting on the stairs for a long time, Yu Ci stepped forward and saluted: "Abbot Jingxu."

On the opposite side, an old man who was about seventy or eighty years old had a kind face. He clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha" to the girl covered in black clothes, motioning her to go in.

Ganfo Temple is located on a mountain outside the capital, with two options: walking stairs and horse riding mountain roads. When she came, there were many people kneeling on the stairs with every step.

Because the entire mountain was built, it covers a large area, and pilgrims can stay in the temple for a long time to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures to offer incense.

Following the abbot all the way around, they finally arrived at a wing room. Before leaving, Yuci bowed respectfully to him again.

The old man looked at her deeply with a kind and lingering smile.

(End of this chapter)