The sun illuminated the various palaces of Mingyue Sect, but inside each temple, it was as cold and dark as ever.
"Girl, I'm here to change your clothes." Ye Yu's voice sounded from outside the door, her face covered with black gauze as usual. She was holding a huge tray in her hand, with a moon-white robe in it, and Qing Ling on it. The robe is very similar, with a huge gentian flower embroidered on it. The difference is that the gentian flower on the robe is embroidered with blue-purple silk thread. From a distance, it looks like a real flower growing on the above.
On the top of the clothes, there is a silver crown quietly placed, with silver bells hanging from it.
"What kind of clothes are these?" Gu Jianghe glanced at the tray in Ye Yu's hand and frowned slightly.
"The clothing of the Saint of Mingyue Sect." At some point, Qing Ling appeared behind Ye Yu. Ye Yu calmly retreated to the side. There was no obstacle between the two, and Qing Ling remained as usual. Wearing his white robe, he stretched out his hand and lifted up a corner of the garment with two slender fingers. The silver crown placed on top of the garment lost its balance and rolled to the corner of the tray, colliding with the edge. He made an extremely subtle sound: "Since you have agreed to become a saint of our religion, it is natural that you should bid farewell to your Central Plains outfit."
The clothes slipped from Qing Ling's fingertips, and the neat clothes now looked a little messy and were placed on the tray: "What's more, Concubine Su of Nanyue Palace will go up the mountain today to pray for heirs. Shenyue Palace needs you."
"I can't believe that the Mingyue Sect has to take care of other people's heirs. It really responds to everyone's requests. No wonder it is loved by so many people in southern Xinjiang." Gu Jianghe sneered.
Qing Ling didn't take it seriously: "The Shenyue Palace is naturally not accessible to ordinary people. Nanyue Prince's Mansion has always been a devout believer in our religion, and the tributes they contribute to our religion every year are the most abundant. With such a small wish, my religion naturally I am willing to achieve it for the Nanyue Palace."
In the room, the torch on the stone wall flickered on and off, reflecting Gu Jianghe's shadow on the ground, while Qing Ling's shadow seemed to be so faint that it was about to disappear on the ground.
"I don't know how to pray, be careful I screw up the biggest rich man for you." Qing Ling should be about the same age as her mother, but his face looks like a man in his early twenties, Gu Jianghe often When I see him, I can't help but say something sarcastic, "Besides, isn't your leader very good at doing this?"
Qing Ling naturally knew that Gu Jianghe was referring to the prayer meeting a few days ago.
"The people who came to the prayer meeting were all nearby people, so the leader naturally wanted to take action personally. Now that Concubine Su is here alone, you are naturally the best candidate. As for what you need to do," Qing Ling turned to his A pair of dark brown eyes, "You just need to appear there. Su, the concubine of the Nanyue Palace, is still young and has only been married into the palace for a year. I have calculated her fortune and she is destined to have a son. Now it’s just a matter of giving her some place to express her emotions.”
"Qing Ling, you are really a very strange person. Sometimes I think you are cruel and ruthless, but sometimes I think you pity everything in the world."
A faint smile appeared on Qing Ling's lips, but he did not answer her words. He turned around and left her with a back view: "Ye Yu, help the saint dress up. I will wait for you in front of the Shenyue Palace."
Gu Jianghe seemed to have expected that Qing Ling would not answer her words. He shrugged indifferently and sat down in front of the bronze mirror. Ye Yu walked forward quietly, holding a silver crown in his hand and wanting to twist Gu Jianghe's hair.
"Ye Yu, what do you know about the priest and the saint?" The blurry bronze mirror reflected Ye Yu's figure behind Gu Jianghe. The long black veil covered most of her face. , the only exposed eyes blinked, and the long eyelashes revealed a trace of red fire. Looking at Ye Yu behind her who was concentrating on tying her hair, Gu Jianghe suddenly asked.
"When this slave entered the Mingyue Sect, the saint seemed to have betrayed the leader." For a moment, the room fell into silence. After an unknown amount of time, Ye Yu still spoke, "I heard from the other sisters that the saint and the priest The relationship is very good, but the saint fell in love with a man from the Central Plains and ran away from the religion, so the priest was very angry. As for the other things, I don’t know very well. "
Gu Jianghe fell into deep thought. It seemed that this man from the Central Plains was his father. If his mother was a saint of the Mingyue Sect, how did she meet her mother? If Qing Ling was really unhappy because of his betrayal of the Mingyue Sect, was his mother's death also caused by him? As for the leader, Gu Jianghe discovered at this time that she had never seen Mingfeng at all after being in Mingyue Sect for so long.
"Oops." Ye Yu accidentally exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Gu Jianghe was brought back to reality by her low cry. He turned to look at her. Ye Yu was holding the silver crown in his hand and said in a panic: "It must have happened just now." I accidentally hit the silver crown."
Gu Jianghe stood up and patted her hand gently with his hand and comforted her: "It doesn't matter, just use this silver hairpin on my head. It belongs to you anyway. Please change my clothes."
When she stepped out of the Xuanxing Hall, the fierce sun made Gu Jianghe couldn't help but squint her eyes. She hadn't seen the daytime sky in several days, which made her feel dizzy.
"Follow me." Qingling's voice floated from not far ahead. Gu Jianghe tried his best to open his eyes again, only to realize that what came into view at this time was an endless sea of blue and purple flowers. In the sea of flowers, the black-haired priest in a robe turned to look at her. Butterflies flew from nowhere on his body, flying around him, and finally landed in his hair.
Gu Jianghe suddenly felt that this Qingling sometimes felt like an otherworldly god. Why did his mother look down on him?
She was still very young when she left her father, and her memory of him had gradually become blurry, but she was certain that her father definitely did not have Qing Ling's gentle and extraordinary temperament.
After being stunned for a while, he found that Qing Ling had already walked forward, and Gu Jianghe quickly followed.
But a few steps further, a pure white Shenyue Temple appeared in front of her under the sunlight. The surroundings of the Shenyue Temple reflected dazzling light, making her unable to open her eyes.
The surroundings of the Shenyue Palace are actually inlaid with fine jade. Although they have not been carved by the jade carver's skillful hands and only maintain their original shape, they are still blooming here with their brightest brilliance.
Qing Ling didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. She climbed up the white marble stairs and opened the door of Shenyue Palace.
In the huge palace, there is a high platform that is as tall as one person. The whole body of the high platform is made of white jade. Looking from a distance, there is also a stone statue carved from jade standing on the high platform. It is gorgeous and complicated.
"This is the Lord Moon God that my religion has always believed in."
Qing Ling stopped in front of the high platform, slightly raising her head and looking at the jade statue on the high platform.
Gu Jianghe also stopped in front of the high platform.
Is this the god that my mother had been serving before leaving the Mingyue Sect?
"Concubine Su is about to arrive. You just need to calm her down. This is not a difficult task for the dignified doctors of Yaowang Valley, right?" Qingling tilted her head slightly, her eyes drifting towards the person standing next to him.
"Since I promised you something, I will naturally try my best to fulfill it."
Gu Jianghe's eyes kept falling on the Moon God statue on the high platform, and he never glanced at the white-robed priest beside him.
Qing Ling reached out and brushed the hair from her forehead, turned around and left in the direction she came from: "Holy girl, let me see your sincerity, don't let the Mingyue Sect down."
Gu Jianghe didn't respond. She kept looking at the Moon Goddess. After an unknown amount of time, she raised her feet and climbed up the stairs step by step.
Standing in the center of the white marble staircase, the complete statue of the Moon God came into her eyes.
Her eyes are full of clear spring water, and she has a gentian hairpin stuck in a bun on her head, and her bright wrists are covered with gauze. She looks like a stunning beauty.
cough--
An extremely subtle cough came from behind.
Only then did Gu Jianghe realize that someone had walked in at some point in the hall.
Turning around slowly, I realized it was a woman.
Wearing a floor-length dress with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass, and a thin veil of green water, she wore a bun and a golden walking stick on her temples, which jingled as she walked.
When the woman saw her, her face looked a little pale.
Although Gu Jianghe was a little strange, he was not particularly suspicious. He walked down the white marble staircase and walked in front of Su Wenqian.
"Concubine Su of Nanyue Palace?"
"Yes." Su Wenqian's beautiful red eyes looked at her without blinking.
A smile appeared on her lips, as bright as the moonlight: "The priest has told me that the purpose of your visit is to ask for an heir. If you are willing to tell me the matter, maybe I can help you clear up your confusion."
When Su Wenqian just walked into the Shenyue Temple, he found that not many people seemed to dare to approach here. Even the woman with a black gauze mask whom he met halfway up the mountain seemed to have a special interest in this blessing temple. A certain sense of awe.
When she stepped into the temple just now, the white-robed figure that flashed past made her feel familiar. She must have seen it somewhere.
And when she saw the woman standing on the white marble staircase in the temple, she made a decision without hesitation. She decided to take a gamble. At worst, she would lose her life here, which was an explanation. .
Su Wenqian's hands under his clothes were already shaking into a ball out of sight.
She pinched herself hard, trying to calm herself down, restrained her trembling hands, and took several big steps forward.
The distance between her and Gu Jianghe was only a palm's length away.
She stretched out her hands and grabbed Gu Jianghe's arms on both sides, which really shocked her: "Mother, you——"
Su Wenqian put herself close to Gu Jianghe's ear and whispered: "Girl, I am Jiu Xia."
Gu Jianghe suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head.
