Killed...
An Yan looked at Zhenren Xuanyi steadily, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "What about Zhenren?"
"As a close servant of the Queen of Heaven, has the real person not been discovered? Or is there any way to avoid being discovered?"
Master Xuanyi's voice was cold as he said, "I'm different from you."
Different, what's the difference?
Did the Queen of Heaven already know that Master Xuanyi was a monk, or did Master Xuanyi really have some way to hide himself?
An Yanze asked: "Then may I ask, Master, what should I do?"
Master Xuanyi said coldly: "Go and ask Prime Minister Yu to refuse this appointment for you."
An Yan shook his head and said, "This decree came once yesterday. My uncle asked me to pretend to be sick and not see him, but they came again this morning."
Upon hearing this, Master Xuanyi's eyes narrowed and he said, "Then you only need to be seriously ill and be cured."
It is not difficult for her to make a person bedridden. It is possible for An Yan to escape from her job if she contracts a contagious disease.
"Have you ever thought about the impact this will have on my uncle?" An Yan asked.
"You are really not afraid of death!" Master Xuanyi frowned.
An Yanshi 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 Master Xuanyi's body, hitting An Yan directly and sending him flying onto the bed.
"I'm going to make you sick, do you have any choice?" Her voice was cold, her Taoist robes rustled due to the airflow just now, and the black hair and fly whisk behind her head were flying at the same time.
An Yan coughed violently several times and stood up, holding her stuffy chest.
"As a person who assists the country, would the real person do something 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 took a long breath to make his breathing smoother, and then continued: "I just want to become like the real person. The real person taught me the method of immortality. I am grateful, but my uncle also has the kindness to reincarnate me, and I don't want to be reborn." I am willing to do something harmful to my uncle."
Yu Jingtang was his biggest supporter, and An Yan relied on his uncle to survive in Luoyang.
Master Xuanyi didn't say anything, but flipped his hand slightly, and a green pill came out of his palm.
An Yan grinned when he saw this and said, "What good food do you 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 give me up until you die."
An Yan's heart suddenly trembled, and she clenched her hands subconsciously.
Is this woman serious? !
Do you really want to fight to the death? But his trump card seems to be useless against Master Xuanyi.
An Yan unconsciously raised his neck, looked at the other person and said, "What are you afraid of?"
Master Xuanyi sneered: "What do you think you are? Yu Jingtang's biological daughter was burned to death, so why are you alive!"
An Yan's thoughts were swirling in his mind at the moment, and he was a little unsure whether this woman had made up her mind to draw a clear line with him.
Does she really have the heart to die by herself?
No...no...
Isn't it just because of her own constitution that she has kept herself until now and even taught herself how to practice?
Wouldn't it be better if she really wanted to use the Forgettable Pill to make herself seriously ill? Anyway, according to what she said, the flood would stop doing her business.
An Yan calmed down, looked at the pill in Master Xuanyi's hand, and suddenly smiled and said: "It's too troublesome. Entering the palace means death anyway. Since Master is afraid of being involved by me, why not let me die in this room tonight?" "Whatever happens here, it's better to die of illness and deal with the fact that I got seriously ill yesterday. This way, no real people will be involved, and it will be easier for my uncle to explain."
There was no response from Master Xuanyi. Her quiet eyes were fixed on An Yan, and the room was completely silent.
Is this kid determined?
She pondered for a long time, then suddenly took back the green pill. With a slight movement of her slender fingertips, two daggers flew out from under the pillow on the bed and floated in the mid-air in front of Master Xuanyi.
She glanced over and asked, "You hate me, don't you?"
An Yanze said: "I keep it to alert myself at all times and remember the real person's instructions."
"You are just my tool."
"If there is no real person, I would still be just a ignorant, shallow, and 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, "Is it as much as what I might have lost just now?"
Master Xuanyi's expression froze. What he might have lost just now was nothing more than his life.
But she soon looked at An Yan calmly.
"Are you getting married on the 25th of this month?"
"I will remember the real person's instructions and will not consummate the marriage with my wife for the time being."
"Yeah." Master Xuanyi only gave an indifferent response, and then said. "You can report to the Ministry of Civil Affairs and take up your duties in the palace. I will protect your life."
An Yan took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master!"
However, Master Xuanyi asked in a confused manner: "Do you know that for immortals, what is equivalent to losing their lives?"
An Yan didn't understand what he meant and looked at her doubtfully.
"Freedom." Master Xuanyi said.
"A long time, endless time. If you want to wear shackles, don't blame me for harming you."
The night was cold and cold, and the figure of Master Xuanyi disappeared without a trace.
The door opened again, and there was endless darkness outside.
An Yan thought to herself: This woman talks in a confused way.
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 entering the palace will inevitably be exposed, it means that the Queen of Heaven knows that Master Xuanyi is a monk!
and allowed her to continue to exist.
What's the cost? What's the reason?
Is this what Xuanyi Zhenren said that he also had to pay?
An Yan took out a thumb-sized vial and looked at it carefully in his hand.
Master Xuanyi has to bow to the Queen of Heaven. Is it useful to just rely on this thing?
The previous ideas may have been a bit fanciful, but we still need to be cautious in the future!
The night passed quickly and the sky became bright.
An Yan went to see Yu Jingtang.
"uncle."
"Here we come." Yu Jingtang was not surprised by his arrival and motioned for him to sit down.
An Yan didn't sit down when she saw Yu Jingtang standing there writing on rice paper.
"Now that I am a member of the imperial court, I am different from home. I need to be careful about everything I say and do. Talk less and do more."
"Nephew, remember this."
"Do you know your position?"
"I read through some books last night and gained some basic understanding." An Yan responded.
The two histories, Chijulang and Chisheren, are both called the two histories. They record the emperor's words and deeds. The Chijulang's notes and the notes of the Chisheren are included in the Notes on the Living, and the Notes on the Notes have the basic principle that the emperor cannot read them.
But this is all in the past.
An Yan consulted a lot of information and found out that the post of Minister of Living Affairs had been abolished by the Queen of Heaven long ago, and now only Living Room Master was left responsible for recording the words and deeds of the monarch and the emperor.
This also gave An Yan a clearer understanding of the power of the queen. The historian had a very special status among the court officials, but she withdrew at her request. Is it possible that none of the civil servants in the court would object?
Isn't this living man a mascot?
No wonder it has become a favor for a layman like him to take his turn and serve as a springboard for some people.
Yu Jingtang also told him some things he needed to pay attention to in the officialdom, as well as things he needed to pay attention to when the Queen was near.
An Yan listened carefully and kept these words in mind.
Another day later, An Yan went to the official office to report early in the morning. The doorman should have been notified of this early, so An Yan was led directly inside after checking his name.
The officer in charge was very enthusiastic about An Yan, and he praised her a lot, mostly talking about a promising young man with a bright future.
Of course, this is all because Uncle Anyan is the current Prime Minister and his future father-in-law is the Minister of Rites.
An Yan's official uniform and official seal had already been prepared. The official uniform was dark green and looked a bit bright, corresponding to his rank.
There is also a waist badge for entering and exiting the palace, which only special official positions can possess.
An Yan followed the time and went to the side entrance of the palace in the afternoon.
No matter which door is guarded by Xuanjia Guards, each of them looks solemn and solemn, which makes people feel awe.
Fortunately, someone is waiting for him here.
It was the female official who had delivered the decree before, Shi Rong.
She was the only one standing there, wearing a silver official uniform that was different from normal court officials and had complicated embroidery patterns on it.
An Yan uncorked the small bottle at her waist, gently stroked the mouth of the bottle with her fingers, and plugged it back again.
If the amount is large, ordinary people will faint first if they cannot bear it.
"Master An!"
"Master Shi." An Yan stepped forward and saluted.
Perhaps because there were Xuan Jia guards nearby, Shi Rong behaved dignifiedly and just smiled at An Yan.
"Master An, please come with me."
This palace door seems to be a little off, there are only two of them in the long corridor, and no other palace maids can be seen when looking inside.
"Master Shi, are you waiting for me specifically?" An Yan asked, following behind Shi Rong.
"The palace is so big, it's easy to get lost for the first time. Wouldn't it be better for me to lead the way for Mr. An?" Shi Rong slowed down and whispered with a smile.
An Yan moved closer to her: "Of course, that's the best."
Shi Rong looked back and saw that he was already some distance away from the Xuanjia guards, and then reached out to grab An Yan's hand: "Mr. An, please follow closely, don't get lost."
What a wild woman!
An Yan felt cold and let her hold her hand and squeeze it gently.
The two walked through the city gate corridor step by step, and the light suddenly brightened again.
An Yan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the auspicious clouds and giant dragons high in the sky.
This brass dragon looks so terrifying, but after all, it is still controlled by humans.
If you are a human being, there is nothing to be afraid of.
"An...sir..."
There was a soft call in her ears, and Shi Rong stopped, turned around and looked at him with a flushed face and heavy breathing. Her legs were still cramped and twitching, which was very different from the dignified and decent official uniform she was wearing. It's a violation.
A smile appeared on An Yan's face: "What's the matter, Master Shi?"
