kill the immortal

Chapter 39, Chapter 39
was killed...

An Yan stared at the real person Xuanyi, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "What about the real person?"

"As the queen's servant, the real person has not been discovered, or is there a way to not be discovered?"

Master Xuanyi said in a cold voice, "I'm different from you."

Not the same, what's the difference?
Did Tianhou know that Master Xuanyi was a monk, or did Master Xuanyi really have some way to hide himself?

An Yan asked, "Then, what should I do?"

Master Xuanyi said coldly: "Go and ask Master Yu to dismiss this appointment for you."

An Yan shook her head and said, "This decree came once yesterday. My uncle told me to call me sick, but they came again this morning."

Master Xuanyi's eyes froze when he heard the words, and said: "Then you just need to be seriously ill."

It is not difficult for her to make a person bedridden. If An Yan contracts a contagious disease, she can escape her post.

"Has the real person thought about how this will affect my uncle?" An Yan asked back.

"You are really not afraid of death!" Master Xuanyi frowned.

An Yan laughed out loud: "Of course I'm afraid of death, but the real person probably won't let me die."

A wave of air suddenly erupted from Xuanyi's body, hitting An Yan directly, knocking him flying onto the bed.

"I'm going to make you fall ill, do you have a choice?" Her voice was cold, the Taoist robe on her body was rattling due to the air current just now, and the black hair and whisk were flying behind her head at the same time.

An Yan coughed violently a few times, and stood up while covering her stuffy chest.

"As a person who assists the country, is the real person going to do such a thing that is not conducive to the harmony between the monarch and his subjects?"

After saying this, An Yan found that Master Xuanyi's eyes seemed to be colder.

He breathed a long sigh of relief to let himself breathe more smoothly, and then continued: "I just want to become like a real person. I am grateful for the real person who taught me the method of longevity, but my uncle also has the kindness of regeneration for me, and I don't mind either." Willing to do something harmful to my uncle."

Yu Jingtang is his biggest backer, and An Yan points to his uncle for survival in Luoyang.

Master Xuanyi didn't make a sound, just flipped his hand lightly, and there was a green pill in his palm.

Seeing this, An Yan grinned lightly: "What good food does the real person want to give me again?"

"Wangyou Pill." Master Xuanyi said coldly.

"Eat it, and you will forget everything between you and me. Even if you are found to be a monk, you will not confess me until you die."

An Yan's mind was shocked, and he clenched his hands subconsciously.

Is this woman for real? !
Is he really going to die, but his trump card seems to be useless against Master Xuanyi.

An Yan tilted her neck unconsciously, looked at the other person and said, "What is the real person afraid of?"

Master Xuanyi sneered: "What do you think you are? Yu Jingtang's own daughter was burned to death, so why are you alive!"

At this moment, An Yan's thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he was a little uncertain whether this woman had made up her mind to draw a line with him.

She really had the heart to die by herself?

no...no...

Isn't it because of her physique that she kept herself until now, and even taught herself to practice?

If you really want to use the Wangyou Pill, wouldn't it be better to make yourself seriously ill, anyway, according to what she said, the flood will not do her business anymore.

An Yan stabilized her mind, looked at the pill in Xuanyi's hand, and said with a sudden smile: "It's too troublesome, entering the palace is death anyway, since the real person is afraid of being involved by me, why don't you let me die in this room tonight How about it, it’s better to die of illness, and it can also deal with the fact that I got seriously ill yesterday, so that no real person will be involved, and my uncle can easily explain it.”

Master Xuanyi didn't respond, her quiet eyes were fixed on An Yan, and the room was dead silent.

Is this kid determined?

She pondered for a long time, then suddenly took back the green pill, and lightly moved her slender fingertips, two short daggers flew out from under the pillow of the bed, floating in the mid-air in front of Master Xuanyi.

She glanced over and asked, "You hate me, don't you?"

An Yan said: "I kept it to keep myself alert at all times, and to keep in mind the real person's entrustment."

"You are just a tool for me."

"If there is no real person, I'm just a ignorant, superficial, unenlightened mortal."

"You are just a mortal now!" Master Xuanyi's voice was cold.

An Yan paused, and continued, "I want to be like a real person."

Master Xuanyi looked at him condescendingly: "Then do you know how much it will cost?"

An Yan asked back, "Is it as much as I might have lost just now?"

Master Xuanyi's expression froze, what he might have lost just now was life.

But she quickly looked at An Yan calmly.

"On the 25th of this month, you are going to get married?"

"I keep in mind the real person's instructions, and I will not consummate the marriage with my wife for the time being."

"Hmm." Master Xuanyi only gave an indifferent response, and then said. "You can report to the Ministry of Officials and go to work in the palace, and I will protect your life."

An Yan took a deep breath, cupped her hands and said, "Thank you, Daoist!"

Master Xuanyi asked without beginning or end: "Do you know what is equivalent to losing life for a long-lived person?"

An was puzzled and looked at her suspiciously.

"Freedom." Master Xuanyi said.

"Long time, endless time, since you want to put on shackles, don't blame me for harming you."

In the bleak night, the figure of Master Xuanyi disappeared without a trace.

The door opened again, and outside was the endless night.

An Yan thought to herself: This woman speaks in a cloud.

Master Xuanyi prevented him from entering the palace not only, or not at all, because of the fact that he would die.

She has the ability to keep herself alive, since her identity as a monk in the palace must be exposed, it means that Xuanyi Daoist is a monk, the queen knows!

And allow her to continue to exist.

What is the price?Why?
Is this what Master Xuanyi said he would pay for?
An Yan took out a vial the size of a thumb, and looked at it carefully in her hand.

Daoist Xuanyi wants to bow his head to the Queen of Heaven. Is it useful to rely on this thing alone?
The previous ideas may be a bit whimsical, but we need to be cautious in the future!

The night passed quickly, and the sky was bright.

An Yan went to see Yu Jingtang.

"uncle."

"Here we come." Yu Jingtang was not surprised by his arrival, and motioned him to sit down.

An tired of seeing Yu Jingtang standing there writing on the rice paper, so she didn't sit down.

"From now on, I'm also a member of the court. It's different from being at home when I'm outside. I need to be careful in every word and deed. Talk less and do more."

"Nephew, remember."

"Do you understand your position?"

"After reading some books last night, I gained some basic understanding." An Yan responded.

The living man and the living man are collectively known as the two histories, which record the emperor's words and deeds, the living man's record, and the living man's record are included in the daily note, and the daily note has the basic principles that the emperor cannot read.

But that's all the old saying.

An Yan searched a lot of information and found out that the post of living room has been abolished by the queen long ago, and now only living man is left responsible for recording the words and deeds of the monarch and emperor.

This also allowed An Yan to have a clearer understanding of the power of the Queen of Heaven. Historian has a very special status among court officials, but she withdraws as soon as she says, is it possible that there is no objection from the court officials?
Isn't this living man a mascot?

No wonder it was his turn to a layman like him, and it has already become a kind of favor, which can be used as a springboard for some people.

Yu Jingtang also told him some things that need to be paid attention to in the officialdom, as well as things that need to be paid attention to when the queen is near.

An Yan listened carefully and took these words to heart.

Another day later, An Yan went to the government office of the Ministry of Officials to report early in the morning. The officials should have been notified a long time ago, and An Yan was directly led inside after passing his name.

The chief in charge showed great enthusiasm for An Yan, and he boasted a lot there, most of which were young, promising and promising words.

Of course, this is all because Uncle An Yan is the current prime minister, and his future father-in-law is the minister of the Ministry of Rites.

The official uniform and official seal had already been prepared for An Yan. The official uniform was dark green and looked bright, corresponding to his grade.

There is also a pass waist card for entering and leaving the palace, which can only be owned by special officials.

An Yan followed the time and went to the side entrance of the palace in the afternoon.

No matter which gate is guarded by Xuanjia guards, each one's awe-inspiring appearance makes people feel awe.

Fortunately, someone is waiting for him here.

It was the female official who delivered the decree before, Shi Rong.

She was standing there alone, wearing a silver official uniform different from normal court officials, with complicated patterns embroidered on it.

An Yan uncorked the vial on his waist, stroked the mouth of the bottle with his fingers, and then plugged it back up.

If the amount is large, ordinary people will faint first if they can't bear it.

"Master An!"

"Master Shi." An Yan stepped forward to salute.

Maybe it was because of the Xuanjia guards next to him, Shi Rong behaved dignified and decent, just smiled at An Yan.

"Master An, please follow me."

This palace door seemed to be a bit off, there were only the two of them in the long aisle, and there were no other ladies in the palace.

"Is Master Shi waiting for me?" An Yan asked behind Shi Rong.

"The palace is so big, it's easy to get lost when you come here for the first time, isn't it good for me to lead the way for Mrs. An?" Shi Rong slowed down and whispered with a smile.

An Yan got closer to her again: "Of course that would be the best."

Shi Rong looked back at this moment, and was already some distance away from those Xuanjia guards in the opposite direction, before reaching out to grab An Yan's hand: "Master An, follow closely, don't get lost."

What a prodigal woman!
An Yan snorted coldly, and let her hold her hand and knead it gently.

The two walked through the aisle of the city gate step by step, and the light brightened up again in an instant.

An Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the auspicious clouds and the giant dragon high above the sky.

This brass dragon looks so scary, after all, it is still controlled by humans.

There is nothing to be afraid of if you are a human being.

"An... my lord..."

There was a whisper in her ear, it was Shi Rong who stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at him with a flushed face and heavy breathing, her legs were still cramped and wriggling, which was very different from the dignified official uniform she was wearing. It is a violation.

A smile appeared on An Yan's face: "What's the matter, Lord Shi?"

(End of this chapter)