An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 190 Marriage
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Before the palace gate.

Snow-white wings descended slowly from the sky, and Fei Tian, ​​who never left his uniform, stood in front of the palace gate, took a look at what he was wearing, and after confirming that there was nothing disrespectful, he was ready to walk inside.

The footsteps just started but stopped again.

She looked at the middle-aged man in white robes coming from the corner of the street, her eyes showed a trace of tenderness, and then quickly retracted, and said to him: "Buddha Zhuan, Your Majesty... also called you here?"

Tian Qimen still has a lot of things to do, he should not come to the palace without incident.

Fo Zhuan walked in front of her, his face was as calm as usual, but there was still a trace of tiredness that could not be concealed, and he said softly: "Yes, I have been here a long time ago, but Your Majesty asked me to wait until you came before going in together."

"My lord..."

Fei Tian smiled, the young man who had grown up since he was a child was finally able to take charge of himself, both himself and the God behind him gave him great support, and she didn't have to worry as much as before.

After being silent for a while, Fei Tian thought of something again, "Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated you on becoming the new high priest of Tianqimen."

Fo Zhuan tugged at the sleeves of the white Taoist robe, showed off the new clothes, and said, "The Taoist robes have all been changed, and Tianqimen has become a thing of the past. Your Majesty said that Tianqimen should be hidden in the old history." Documents in the classics, rather than coming out to portray the majestic mouth of the gods and monarchs."

Fei Tian couldn't help laughing, after the Lord came back, he really seemed like a different person, the way he spoke was so strange.

Fo Zhuan also laughed and said: "Your Majesty is indeed different from ordinary people, but that's good too. The divine way exists in people's hearts, so how can they be enlightened by reciting a few sacrificial texts and reading a few deeds?"

"I will try my best to do everything my lord said, and make Su Chuan feel godless."

Tianqimen has always served Shinto as a lifelong belief, but never thought that the real god does not need to be served by ordinary people, and only people who fabricate so-called false gods will be willing to attract believers for the majesty and power of nothingness. incense to achieve one's own wishes.

Fozhuan thought that he had seen the illuminated Bisheng Pillar in the square that day, and that Suchuan's star map had confirmed Linglong's identity as the god-lord. Sure enough, how could a real god care about the regulations made by mortals.

Fozhuan felt that the teacher and the high priest were wrong from the beginning. From the time they had desires and could not find their own gods in the scriptures and books, they began to write their own gods that conformed to their subjective cognition.

Unfortunately, the God Lord really appeared.

This time it is true.

No longer a classic.

Therefore, the result is that Tianqimen is rejected by the real God Lord and King.

"Suchuan, Wushen..."

Fei Tian frowned slightly, looked at the Buddha seal with a natural expression, and thought of what he wanted to say in the current situation, how could he give up what he was best at in troubled times.

But when he thought of the reason why he came here, he restrained himself again.

"Let's go in first, Your Majesty...there is still a divine master waiting for us."

Fei Tian can't question a lord who has already grasped the real power, a lord who has the support of a god behind him, if he really does so, it will only add trouble to his own people.

She has been the prime minister for nearly ten years. Although her political wisdom is not very brilliant, at least she can clearly distinguish what to say on which occasions.

If you have questions or opinions, you can just ask your majesty for instructions in private, but all in all, she will not publicize and question any of the young majesty's words in public.

This is the only way for Suchuan to regain his glory, and she will not allow anyone to obstruct her, including herself.

For the rest of his life, except for the Buddha seal beside him that stirred his emotions a little, Fei Tian has already dedicated everything to the king...and the clansmen.

The iron guard on duty naturally recognized the two, not to mention that a maid from the inner palace had already come out to report, even if he hadn't, he would not dare to stop the two who had no power to hinder them at this time.

The two walked through the palace gates and corridors until they reached the deepest courtyard.

The environment used to be not much different, spacious, unique, and the seasons are like spring.

Without the cover of the mysterious majesty and sense of distance for the princes in the Zhengyang Palace, the young Jun slanted his legs up, reclined on the cushion, and then ate a piece of food and threw it into his mouth, licking the corners of his mouth, not at all. There is no such thing as a superior should look like.

Next to her, a woman in a white tunic dress is holding a book with great interest, reading an unknown unofficial history novel. If you can tilt your eyes to her perspective, you will find that the content on it is not an isolated book , classics, and the Book of Songs increase the knowledge and elegance of the text.

On the contrary, there are some folklore novels, there are monsters in love, there are down-and-out princesses who are rescued by handsome heroes... All in all, it seems that they are a bit out of the grade of god masters.

The gazebo should have been quiet and silent, only the occasional crunching sound of chewing snacks, and the dissatisfied look in the woman's eyes about to kick her feet.

Lowering his eyes, Fei Tian and Buddha Zhuan saluted respectfully.

"Your Majesty, God Lord."

Fei Tian restrained his expression and some strange emotions, and still remembered that day, when the young Jun Shan came back, he brought the girl with him, saying that she was the Lord of God, the most honorable person in the world.

She wants to refute, question, and of course the most important thing is to persuade the young monarch not to be obsessed with the so-called illusory divine way, but to focus on inner cultivation, self-cultivation, self-cultivation, family management and strategy. speak out.

The young Jun Shang was not as excited, motivated, depressed, and upset as he had been in the past ten years... all kinds of personal emotions that expressed whether he was in a good or bad state.

After he introduced the identity of the woman next to him, he buried himself in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion and took her "divine master" girl with him. The two of them didn't know what to do in there, but they thought they were reading books and recalling those royal families The deeds of ancient gods.

He never explained to himself in a hurry, he was just fulfilling the rights that belonged to his own identity. When the edict was issued, whether he listened or not was entirely up to him.

There is no anger, no anger, he is so simple and direct.

The king only needs to order, and will not affect his decision because of what his ministers say.

So, after the vision in the square a few days ago, the Yueling clan, who had always only believed in themselves, had another belief, the prayer to the beauty of the God Lord and the gift of the God Lord.

"Two things."

The young monarch held out two fingers in front of them.

Fei Tian and Fo Zhuan listened respectfully.

"First, Linglong and I will go south to Pingting in a few days. Don't worry about what we're going to do. What you two need to do is stay in the imperial capital and don't make any trouble. The rest will be arranged by me."

Fei Tian and Fo Zhuan raised their heads subconsciously, wanting to speak out to dissuade them, but before they could speak, Jun Shang gently threw a red booklet over from the front, and each of them caught one, and Jun Shang continued.

"Second thing, Gu, as the king of Suchuan, I will marry you two!"

"what?"

"Your Majesty, I am..."

Feitian was panicked, the mood of wanting to try his best to persuade the emperor caused by the first incident disappeared, his eyes were only on the red and festive edict, and the sudden jump that could not calm down heartbeat.

Plopping, passing from the heart to the mind to the snow-white wings...

The Buddha seal never recovered before he calmed down. Facing the old regulations of Tianqimen, he disassembled and explained each piece of it calmly. He read thousands of Shinto classics and poured out years of experience. Thousands of words wanted to spew out, but they stopped abruptly.

don't know what to do.

Promise or not, it seems wrong, Fei Tian still has himself... Oh, no, this is an edict, not...

The uncontrollable radian of the snow-white wings, Buddha Zhuan saw it in his eyes, and all words were choked in his throat. He wanted to express some joy, complexity, or he should fulfill the duties of some courtiers and say something like not caring about the love of children. .

Fortunately, the complicated emotions hadn't completely jumped out of the clutter, and the voice came from the pavilion again, and the girl who had just been recognized as the most honorable girl in Suchuan said:
"Also, I will also bless you as the God Lord!"

After finishing speaking, Linglong blinked playfully, raised her hand and poked Lu Ming.

Lu Ming took the scripture book in her hand, closed it in disgust and threw it on the ground, peeled a piece of fruit and fed it into the girl's small mouth, while not forgetting to say to the dumbfounded two: "Well, you can go. "

"Your Majesty." Fei Tian uttered, hesitant to speak.

"God Lord." Buddha Zhuan said, his words stopped and he wanted to.

Pain came from his waist, and someone Lu groaned, leaned over to pick up the story book with a blank face, handed it to Linglong, then glared at the two of them and said, "Why? Are you planning to plot rebellion? "

"Yeah, you want to rebel?" Linglong also hummed.

The tone of the two stagnated, and all distracting thoughts were strangled and wiped away by the shamelessness of the young man and woman, and they quickly bowed: "Don't dare."

"Since you don't dare, why don't you leave quickly? Why don't you wait until I invite you to dinner? Don't you pay for the meals in the palace? Do you pay the maid's salary? Do you pay the official money of the Iron Guard?"

"Can you shut up, why are you talking so rudely?"

"Oh, I restrain myself." Reluctantly coping with it, Lu Ming looked at the stiff prime minister and high priest who hadn't moved, and frowned: "Why haven't you left yet?"

The movements of the two became even more rigid. They looked at themselves from above, and then at the imperial edict in their hands. Their thoughts were a little confused, but they were quickly dismissed. The girl above said again:

"Yeah, why haven't they left yet, maybe they really want to plot rebellion?"

Fei Tian: "..."

Buddha seal: "..."

With a feeling of complaining that I don't know what words to use to describe it, the two left the palace at a trot all the way, went out to the palace gate, looked at each other's red edict in each other's hands, and then looked at each other, as if feeling light again Quite a lot.

The two looked at each other for a long time, handed over their documents to each other, and looked at each other. After a moment of warmth, the wisdom and IQ belonging to the prime minister and the high priest went online again, and suddenly thought of the first order just now.

As soon as he lifted his foot and wanted to walk inside the palace gate, he found that the gate had already been closed.

The door of the inner palace is an arc-shaped door. There was no door originally, but a huge wooden plank was specially moved in front of the two iron guards. The meaning is already very clear.

Zi Yuan walked over with a blank expression.

"Your Majesty told the Almighty that we will not discuss politics today!"

"You two, please come back!"

"..."

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a few days later.

Zhaodu flies to Pingting's fish to set sail.

The two who confirmed that the matter was about the same have already started a new journey.

The golden-red carp mooed and swam thousands of meters above the sky, passing through the clouds. The higher the altitude, the lower the density of the surrounding air. Even if there is no breeze blowing, it looks a bit cold.

On the deck of the fishing boat, a woman in a white tunic dress shows a graceful figure, her hair is gently rolled up, two white jade hairpins are inserted, and she props her chin with one hand to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers passing by below.

The young man next to him was wearing a green shirt, and the sleeves that were blown up by the wind between his hands made him look a little out of this world.

No matter how you look at it, they all look like rich sons and daughters who are going out for a parade.

As long as time stands forever in this moment.

"Ah... ah... ah Qi!"

After pinching his nose, Lu Ming touched his warm forehead again. A hot feeling came from the palm of his hand. Then he grabbed the girl with one hand and ran into the room, "Sure enough, there is no warmth when there is grace."

"It's really a mother's suffering."

"If we had a camera to take pictures for us, it wouldn't be a waste of a long day blowing cold wind outside."

Speaking weird earth dialect, Lu Ming took the girl into the room, quickly picked up a quilt from the bed and put it on his body, feeling much warmer in an instant.

"Is it so cold? Aren't you in good physical condition?"

Linglong stretched out her hand to touch his hot forehead, and muttered that she was going to the kitchen to get some ginger soup.

Lu Ming stretched out his hand to grab her, and pulled Linglong into his arms. Wrapped in the quilt, he felt the soft and hot warmth. He leaned his head towards her neck, snorted softly, and almost fell asleep comfortably.

But I still did not forget to say, "I don't have a cold, drinking ginger soup probably won't help."

"Since looking at that painting, this drowsy feeling has appeared. I guess it is the reason for that painting."

Raising her head, Linglong stretched out a hand from under her arm to straighten the hair that was pressed between the necks of the two, then leaned her head against the back of his neck, and blew her lips inward,

"What's in the painting? The last time you took me to see it, I was so lonely. That's not how the Wordless Book came from."

The warm current rushed from the back neckline to the inside of the back, Lu Ming shrugged his neck, and felt that he was lightly tapped by the moist softness, he couldn't help sighing.

"I already said that the picture above is you. Hey, I don't know why your portrait was drawn on such old paper. It's really strange."

"Forget it, it's not important. What's important is that when I'm holding you, can you not move around, and let me have a good night's sleep."

Linglong couldn't help rolling her eyes at that distressed begging tone, and even laughed silly, blowing a few mouthfuls of hot air into it, stretching out her arms and hugging her even tighter.

"Huh?"

"Hey, what a crime."

"You are so beautiful!" Linglong raised her leg and kicked her lightly, reached out and pulled the quilt to wrap the two of them tightly, then moved her head back, and bit Lu Ming's face again. Cozy sleeping guy wakes up,
Her clear and bright eyes narrowed, and she laughed for a while, as if thinking of a certain scene, that someone did such an annoying thing.

Lu Ming pressed his face against hers, and tightened his grip on the girl with both hands to ensure that she would not sneak attack.

"Mr. Lu, let me ask you, do you think the woman in the painting is beautiful or I am beautiful?"

"You, what a simple question~~"

"That's it~ Then what if..."

"Don't pretend, I'm so sleepy"

"……hey-hey."

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(End of this chapter)