Chapter 265 Purple Air Coming from the East
When Murong Zhen walked into Fushou Palace, he still had a smile on his face.
I smiled a little silly, and my cheeks were sore, but I just couldn't control it.
The Queen Mother asked Murong Zhen, "Zhen'er looks well, is there anything wrong?"
"Grandma, grandson - hahahaha..." Murong Zhen had just said a few words when he couldn't hold back his laughter.
His face flushed red, and he didn't understand what was happening to him.
The Queen Mother said: "... Seeing Zhen'er smiling so happily, he is indeed fully recovered. Master Mingdeng's reputation is well-deserved. I will send someone to Ciguang Temple to offer another offering of incense money later."
Murong Zhen didn't dare to speak again, because he couldn't help laughing if he opened his mouth.
He didn't stay in Fushou Palace for long before returning to the East Palace.
For the next three days, he smiled every time he opened his mouth.
Smile when you wake up, smile while eating.
He laughed out loud when he made mistakes in class, and even laughed for a while when he tripped over a stone while walking.
Everyone in the Eastern Palace looked at the prince with a different look, wondering why the prince had become a little silly.
Murong Zhen also felt strange, so when the imperial physician came to check his pulse, he asked:
"What's wrong with me? Hahahahaha..."
The imperial physician was puzzled: "Why does the prince say that?"
Murong Zhen: "I just always want to laugh hahahahahahaha..."
Imperial Physician: “……?”
While Murong Zhen was laughing in the East Palace, Murong Yu couldn't laugh in the Ganyang Palace.
Murong Yu's condition did not improve at all, and he still lived a lonely life every night.
People who don't know the truth just think that the emperor has been busy with state affairs recently.
However, Murong Yu looked better today, even a little excited.
Because He Tingfang said that he had found Taoist Qingyang and would go to the palace to pay a visit to him today.
"Your Majesty, Lord He and Taoist Qingyang have arrived outside the palace." Eunuch Wang reported.
"Come in quickly." Murong Yu's tone revealed a hint of urgency.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Master, there's no need to be so polite! I haven't seen you for several years, but you still look as noble as ever." Murong Yu lied with his eyes open.
Anyone could see that Taoist Qingyang looked twenty years older than before.
He looked like he was in his thirties ten years ago, but now he's just an old man in his fifties.
"Your Majesty, I am already old."
Taoist Qingyang sounded somewhat helpless when he spoke.
He was placed under house arrest by He Tingfang in his mansion and was under strict guard every day, so he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
After much thought, he decided to pretend to agree to He Tingfang and leave He's house first.
"How did Lord He find Taoist Qingyang?" Murong Yu asked.
He Tingfang: "Your Majesty, this matter is all fate. I happened to meet the Taoist priest on the road outside the capital, so I came here with him."
He Tingfang was also feeling proud at this time.
He knew that Taoist Qingyang's pretense of being aloof wouldn't last long.
He said it so absolutely, but now he has to swallow his pride and agree to it.
I think he has suffered a lot in the past ten years outside and wants to return to Chang'an to enjoy wealth and prosperity.
"My dear He, please go back first. I want to have a long chat with the Taoist priest. You will stay in the palace for the next few days." Murong Yu arranged everything with just one sentence.
In the past, Murong Yu might have praised He Tingfang more.
But today, Murong Yu let He Tingfang go without saying a word.
Taoist Qingyang had seen a lot of human warmth and coldness during his ten years of traveling outside, and now he vaguely realized that He Tingfang did not seem to have the same trust from Murong Yu as before.
After He Tingfang left, Murong Yu chatted with Taoist Qingyang for a long time.
Murong Yu felt that Taoist Qingyang was even more dull than before. Almost every time he asked a question, Taoist Qingyang would answer it dryly.
Finally, Murong Yu asked the question in his heart:
"Master, can you sense a resentful and evil aura in the palace? The Crown Prince and I have been feeling unwell lately. I wonder if this is due to some evil spirit?"
"Your Majesty, I didn't feel anything unusual." Taoist Qingyang shook his head.
Murong Yu was unwilling to accept this.
The Queen Mother asked Master Mingdeng to go to the East Palace to chant scriptures and perform rituals to drive away the evil spirits, and the prince's illness was cured.
When Taoist Qingyang saw him, he said that there was nothing unusual around him.
"Master, you have profound cultivation. Could you tell me a fortune?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive my incompetence. Many years ago, I revealed the secrets of heaven through divination. Now my cultivation has greatly declined and I am no longer as good as I used to be. I can no longer help Your Majesty with your worries."
Taoist Qingyang remembered what his master said ten years ago and must never get involved in royal affairs again.
Taoist Qingyang glanced at Murong Yu's head.
However, in more than ten years, the purple energy on Murong Yu's head had dissipated so much that the few remaining strands of purple energy were barely lingering, as if they would be gone with a breath.
The emperor's luck has faded and his throne is coming to an end.
Taoist Qingyang thought so in his heart, but did not reveal a word.
When Murong Yu heard what Taoist Qingyang said, his originally happy face suddenly became cloudy:
"The Taoist priest said the same thing to me when he left ten years ago. Now he's still saying the same thing. Aren't you just trying to fool me?"
Taoist Qingyang: "Your Majesty, it is difficult to defy the laws of nature. I have endured hardships and disasters for the past ten years. I am fortunate to be alive. How dare I dream of further advancement in my cultivation?"
Murong Yu smiled wryly, "I am the true emperor. When the Taoist priest told me the secret, I was following the will of heaven. How could that be against heaven?"
Taoist Qingyang wanted to say more, but Murong Yu didn't want to listen anymore:
"Since you said you've been working hard outside and your cultivation hasn't recovered yet, then you can rest in the palace for a while. Tell me when your cultivation has recovered."
"Your Majesty?" Taoist Qingyang did not expect that the emperor would become so crazy now. He did the same thing as He Tingfang, locking people up at every turn.
He looked at Murong Yu, who was wearing a dragon robe, and felt very unfamiliar.
More than 20 years ago, he first met Murong Yu when he was still a prince. He remembered that he was a thin and sensitive boy.
Although the young man was a prince, he was trying to please others in his dealings with others, and even had a bit of inferiority and cowardice.
When he told Murong Yu that he had the destiny to be an emperor, the young man's dull eyes suddenly shone brightly, like dead leaves coming back to life.
Purple air came from the east, gathering into a sea above the young man's head...
Taoist Qingyang sighed secretly.
Taoist Qingyang knew that he could not leave in a short time. The guards in the palace were stricter than those in the He Mansion, so he could only stay in the palace and observe the situation.
Before he left with the palace maid, Murong Yu asked another question:
"Did the Taoist priest really meet me on the road as He Zhongshu said?"
Taoist Qingyang chuckled, but he had no intention of saving face for He Tingfang:
"I was walking peacefully on the road, and he arrested me and took me to his house."
Murong Yu's eyes grew deeper:
"Does He Zhongshu have anything to ask of the Taoist priest?"
Taoist Qingyang didn't want to be misunderstood as having anything to do with someone like He Tingfang:
"He wants to bribe me to speak ill of others in front of the emperor, but I will naturally not collude with him."
Murong Yu sneered.
This He Tingfang is really playing tricks right under his nose.
He wanted He Tingfang to be a knife in his hand and a dog in front of his door.
But after a long time, the knife might point at the wrong person, and the dog might forget its origin.
Murong Yu: "Who does he want the Taoist priest to judge?"
Taoist Qingyang: "I don't remember who he was called."
At this time, Wang Nei Shi, who was guarding outside the door, reported again:
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Merchant Hao Ren wishes to see you—"
Taoist Qingyang suddenly remembered: "Hao Ren, that's the name."
Murong Yu's eyes were filled with sarcasm, yet also with a hint of expectation:
"Oh, I knew it. Taoist Priest, please go and rest first. I still have things to do."
Taoist Qingyang was finally able to leave with the palace people.
The door of Ganyang Palace opened.
The sun is in the sky, shining like an arrow of gold.
Taoist Qingyang seemed to be shot by a golden arrow and could not move at all, even his breathing stopped for a moment.
A tall and handsome man stood outside the hall.
He wore cloth clothes, cloth shoes, and had an ordinary appearance.
The hair is tied into a bun on top of the head with a wooden hairpin.
Above the thick black bun——
The purple air is like a tide, vast and surging.
Like a dragon in the sky.
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