The outer city of Beijing,
In a very secret courtyard,
Zhao Xiangling rubbed the red and swollen dark circles under her eyes, and after yawning several times, she slowly asked:
"I don't know what's going on with the Low Protector. Have you invited the leader of the cult?"
"I can rest assured that my brother is doing things."
Protector Gao said as he wrapped a bandage around his thigh.
"Lord Saint, do you think we should send Princess Qingyang back in our current situation?"
The two were chatting first when they suddenly heard a crisp voice from not far away.
"What do you mean? Are you going to go back on your word?"
"I came with you because you promised to take me out."
"I know that I have caused you a lot of trouble during this period, but... I have really restrained myself."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Zhao Xiangling and Protector Gao changed.
Almost subconsciously, they smiled and said in a gentle and friendly tone:
"Princess Qingyang, you misunderstood us, cough cough..."
"We didn't want to send you back, we were just thinking about how you controlled your fate when you were in the palace."
Hearing Zhao Xiangling's explanation, Protector Gao on the side quickly echoed:
"Yes, after all, we took a lot of risks when we brought you out. Coupled with your fate..."
He said, pointing to his injured thigh. At this moment, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky.
There was just a "click" sound, and the next moment, Protector Gao's whole body turned into a black coal.
If it weren't for his extraordinary cultivation and the blessing of the Qinglian Sect's skills. If you resist such a lightning strike, you will lose half your life.
However, even though Protector Gao was very skilled, he was still seriously injured when this thunder fell.
He resisted the urge to scold her, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying at Princess Qingyang and said:
"Princess, why don't you go back first?"
"We're already……"
"Understand, understand."
Princess Qingyang also knows that she has a special destiny. She bowed gently to Protector Gao and then quickly returned to the room.
Zhao Xiangling, who was like a crazy critic, looked particularly honest at the moment.
It wasn't until Princess Qingyang returned to the room that she took a deep breath and said:
"Protector Gao, are you okay?"
"What do the saints think?"
Protector Gao rolled his eyes at her and blew out a thick black smoke ring from his mouth.
"Holy girl, when will our days end?"
"If the leader of the cult refuses to accept Princess Qingyang, what should we do?"
"Don't worry about this, I still have full confidence in our leader."
As Zhao Xiangling spoke, she raised her hand and injected the power of Qi and blood into Protector Gao's body to stabilize his injuries, and then said quietly:
"Don't look at the fact that our leader looks serious on the surface, but actually... Haha, let me tell you this, if such a beautiful woman is brought to the leader, he will definitely not be willing to send her back."
"I see."
Protector Gao nodded slightly and his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had discovered something remarkable.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Protector Gao looked happy, walked over and opened the door.
Outside the door, there were indeed the tall and thin Protector Low and Yang Dong.
Protector Gao was even happier to see Yang Dong than to see his own father! There were tears in his eyes, and there was even a hint of sobs in his voice.
"Master Cult Leader, you are finally back..."
"You don't know how we got here these days..."
Yang Dong looked at Protector Gao's miserable state and couldn't help but curl his lips.
He has experienced how powerful Princess Qingyang is. It's just that when he was around Qingyang, although he was relatively unlucky, he was not as unlucky as the two guardians.
Thinking of this, he patted Protector Gao on the shoulder with great emotion.
"You've been really suffering these days."
"Why, the protector suffered, didn't the saint suffer?"
"Master Cult Leader, you are too partial!"
Zhao Xiangling said, her posture enchanting. It's just that today, she ignored an extremely serious problem, that is, her eyes were still red and swollen at the moment.
"Zhao Xiangling? Why are you like this?"
Yang Dong stared at Zhao Xiangling's miserable state and couldn't help but secretly sighed.
It seems that Qingyang's destiny is so powerful that even the saintly daughter of the Qinglian Sect cannot handle it.
"Leader, are you still embarrassed to ask me?"
Zhao Xiangling expressed her grievances and did not care about the presence of the two guardians. She threw herself into Yang Dong's arms and cried.
Yang Dong looked helpless, patted Zhao Xiangling in his arms, and said helplessly:
"Okay, okay, you are doing this for my own good. How could I not know this? It's just that Princess Qingyang has a special status, so we'd better send her back to the palace as soon as possible."
When Zhao Xiangling heard this, a look of surprise flashed across her charming eyes.
However, she nodded obediently and said:
"Everything is based on the orders of the leader. We are homeless now. Please ask the leader to take us in."
When the high and low protectors heard this, they nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Master, our identity has been exposed now. If we want to stay in the capital, it may be very dangerous. Please make arrangements in advance, Master."
"This matter...let me think about it."
Yang Dong pondered for a moment, but began to think about where the Qinglian Sect would go next.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up slightly and he asked:
"What do you think of the current decree allocating land to the people?"
As soon as these words came out, the three remaining senior officials of the Qinglian Sect, including the high and low protectors, were all slightly startled.
Zhao Xiangling opened her mouth, but did not speak.
However, Protector Gao was the most upright and said directly:
"I think this land allotment policy is quite good. At least the common people have another way to make a living. It's a pity that it will be very difficult for this decree to be promoted."
"Those wealthy businessmen and famous families are definitely not willing to distribute their wealth. Since then, the little emperor's decrees may have some influence near the capital."
"Actually, there is also Luozhou."
Yang Dong suddenly spoke, with a certain light shining in his eyes.
Protector Gao and others were startled at first, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on their cheeks.
"Master Cult Leader, what do you mean..."
Zhao Xiangling also had a starry face, staring at Yang Dongjiao and shouting:
"Sir, the leader of the church, this land allocation decree is probably something you just blew up, right?"
"Pillow style??"
Yang Dong glared hard at Zhao Xiangling in his arms, and pinched her soft face hard.
"His Majesty Zhou is a wise king today, do you understand?"
