Chapter 459: Don’t be disrespectful to the gods, or you will die (21)
Chapter 459: Don’t be disrespectful to the gods, or you will die (21)
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the boy in front of him was more terrifying than the emperor.
Eunuch Fu was used to the bloody and gory affairs and intrigues in the palace, and now he was truly afraid of the little boy in front of him.
This person looks innocent, but in fact he is someone who can manipulate the ghosts in the cold palace.
Now the emperor wants to start treating him with favors, obviously because he is impressed by his current abilities.
Eunuch Fu then said some nice words, trying to persuade the young prince to go with him, but he didn't expect that the prince would not be persuaded and pretended to be stupid as if he didn't understand what he said.
Eunuch Fu was at a loss as to what to do, so he left two guards to wait there while he took the rest of the guards back to report the situation.
After Eunuch Fu and the others walked away and the two guards went to guard the door, Xing Rong flapped his wings and flew to a place outside where they could not be seen, and regained his humanity.
She smiled at Tian Jie, who was hesitant to speak, and raised her hand to set up an invisible barrier in the room, isolating the sound inside. Then she opened her lips and whispered, "It seems that the emperor has taken a fancy to you."
Her voice was light, pleasant and melodious. Tian Jie subconsciously looked at the guards outside the door, and found that they did not hear the sound inside, so he sighed secretly.
Fortunately, they didn't find her.
In order to prevent the guards outside from noticing anything was wrong, Tian Jie sat directly on the dusty bed in ragged clothes, clasped his hands across his chest like Xing Rong, and said like a little adult, "I don't understand what you are talking about. What does it mean that the emperor likes me?"
Xing Rong saw how funny he was imitating her and couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Why do you call him emperor? For you, you should call him father."
Tian Jie knew that he just wanted to learn from her.
If he really called her mother and that man father, does that mean they are a couple?
Subconsciously, he didn't want Butterfly to have anything to do with his father.
He pouted somewhat unconvincedly, indicating that he disagreed with Xing Rong's statement.
Xing Rong chuckled and stopped teasing him. She took out a recliner from the space and lay down comfortably. She looked at the roof and said softly, "Rest first! We'll continue tonight."
The emperor sent people to try to bring him back, he must have thought he was useful.
The reason why I suddenly felt that he was useful was probably what happened last night.
The emperor must have thought that Tian Jie successfully inherited the power passed down to him by Concubine Yan, and then he brought the ghosts of the cold palace to the palace to cause trouble and take revenge last night.
Now the emperor wants to find Tian Jie, take him back and raise and cultivate him well. He will surely become his most powerful blade in the future.
He would never have thought that she was in this cold palace, so his good plans would never work out.
Tian Jie stared at Xing Rong who was already lying down, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "There are people outside, can we still go out?"
Xing Rong squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep, "Have you forgotten? I am a god!"
Tianjie tilted his head, it seems so!
Regardless of whether she is a deity or not, she is indeed capable of dealing with the two people outside.
The room was quiet for a while. Tian Jie sat on the edge of the bed, his short legs hanging in the air, kicking the air boredly, with his hands on the edge of the bed.
He kept staring at Xingxuan's resting face in silence.
Ever since the emperor asked Eunuch Fu to invite Tianjie back, someone has been delivering dinner every noon and evening.
Later, Eunuch Fu brought a group of palace maids to clean the cold palace and tidied out a room with particularly exquisite and beautiful decoration.
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