When the door opened, dozens of maids knelt down to greet them. They were all dressed in white, looking uncontested and beautiful outside the world in the empty palace.

The saint ignored these maids. She curiously looked at the bricks and stones here, her long and beautiful fingers stroking the pillars, and finally her eyes stopped on the sacrificial tower in the middle of the hall.

Xiao Zhen looked slightly surprised when he saw the sacrificial tower, because there was no difference between the sacrificial tower and the altar used to worship the clan.

"Could this sacrificial saint be Shi Yan's ancestor?" Xiao Zhen murmured.

The saint entered the temples one after another, and there were groups of maids kneeling in the temples.

"See the Saint." The voices kept coming.

Xiao Zhen looked at this beautiful saint who did not look like a woman from the world. He always felt that this saint's expression was a bit strange. Everything she looked at was full of novelty, even if she was looking at a small maid.

, all looked at with a novel look.

"Holy girl, this is your inner palace." Several maids opened the stone door in front.

The so-called inner palace is the place where you live. The decoration is not magnificent, it is still deserted, but all the embellishments are the most precious.

In short, everything here is consistent with the identity of the saint.

"Okay." The saint nodded gently.

"The Emperor will come here to see you later," the maid said.

"good."

"Should the saint take a shower and change clothes first?"

"No need." The saint was still looking at the layout of the inner palace: "You go down first, I will rest for a while."

The maids filed out.

"It's really interesting here." The saint raised her eyebrows and smiled, sitting on the stool. She made herself a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

"These must have happened before, right?" Xiao Zhen murmured and sat opposite the saint, watching her drink tea. She wanted to drink it now.

"Saint?" An ethereal voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Xiao Zhen was really shocked: "Are you still here?" She didn't say anything for such a long time, and when she asked him and he didn't reply, she thought he was gone.

"When I saw this saint just now, my body was in so much pain that I could hardly breathe. I'm feeling much better now." The ethereal voice said.

"Do you have a body?" Xiao Zhen found it funny.

After a long time, I heard a disembodied voice say: "No."

At this time, the maid came in, bowed to the saint and said, "Holy girl, the emperor has arrived at the entrance of the palace, please go and greet him."

The Saint put down her tea and stood up to go out when the maid came up with a veil: "The Prime Minister said that the Saint's face is so stunning that she must cover her face no matter who she sees."

The saint looked at the veil on the maid's hand and said calmly: "I don't like wearing it."

"Please, saint, please wear it." The maid stopped in front of the saint.

"I don't like wearing it."

The maids looked at each other, and one of them said: "If the maid doesn't wear a veil, she will be hungry for two days."

"Then be hungry." The saint's voice was light and gentle.

The maid frowned and her voice deepened: "Holy girl, the prime minister thinks highly of you, so he asked the emperor to make you a saint. But if you are disobedient, the prime minister can let other women be the saints."

"Okay." The saint didn't care at all.

"You? Come and put the veil on the saint." The maid shouted.

The saint was very obedient and allowed the maids to put on her veil. When the maid breathed a sigh of relief, the saint took off her veil and threw it on the ground. She chuckled a few times and seemed to find it very interesting.

"You?" The maid's face turned dark: "Holy girl, you asked for this. Come and get the whip."

Quickly, bring the whip.

"If the saint is disobedient, don't blame the villain for offending her."

"Just wear it. It would be a pity if such a beautiful person was really whipped." Xiao Zhen said at the side.

"They can't hurt her," said the disembodied voice.

"What are you doing?" Before he finished speaking, he heard the maid whip out the whip, and the maid's body flew two or three meters away as if she had been hit by something.

The saint didn't do anything. Her expression was the same as before, looking at the surroundings calmly and curiously from time to time.

The maids were shocked and looked at the saint in disbelief.

"I don't mind living here, but don't do anything that makes me unhappy." The saint said with a smile and walked out of the inner hall.

"I didn't see how she took action." Xiao Zhen looked at the maid who was knocked unconscious on the ground. Her martial arts was also top-notch. There should be few people in the world who could be her opponent, but just like that of the saint,

No, she didn't see it clearly at all. No, she probably didn't see her take action.

"She has divine power." An ethereal voice sounded.

"Divine power?" Xiao Zhen couldn't think much at this moment and followed the saint out of the inner hall.

In the outer hall, there was a row of guards standing. Among the guards was a small bright yellow figure, and the Prime Minister who looked similar to Han Ziran.

The saint stood before them.

The emperor turned out to be just a child of five or six years old. When he saw the child's appearance, Xiao Zhen's eyes moved slightly.

The little emperor is very cute, his eyes sparkle as he looks at the saint with curiosity, and his pink and jade-like appearance shows that he will definitely be a handsome man when he grows up.

"This kid looks like Si Mo." Xiao Zhen murmured.

When the Prime Minister saw the saint appearing without a veil, he looked sharply at the surrounding maids, who hurriedly knelt down on the ground in panic.

"Where is your veil?" The young prime minister looked at the saint with a cold look on his face.

Seeing the prime minister angry, the little emperor seemed a little scared, but when he saw the saint looking at him with a smile without even looking at the prime minister, his tadpole-like eyes lit up.

The saint was amused by the little emperor's expression, and she knelt down and looked at him with her head bent.

The little emperor was stunned for a moment, then quickly took a step back and saluted the saint: "Chang Xuan has met the saint."

"Absurd," the young prime minister saw the young emperor saluting the saint, and shouted angrily: "You are the king of a country, and the saint is just a minister in front of you. There is no reason for a king to salute like a minister."

When the little emperor heard what the prime minister said, he stood up quickly, saluted the young prime minister and said, "The student realizes his mistake."

The young prime minister quickly returned the emperor's courtesy and said with a cold face: "Your Majesty forgot again, this is outside, not the Shanxue Palace, and I am not your master, but your minister."

"Oh." The little emperor hurriedly said, putting one hand behind his back and the other in front of his chest, raising his head and trying to pretend to be a king, looking at the young prime minister and the saint.

The young prime minister nodded: "As an emperor, this is what you should do."

Xiao Zhen looked at the little emperor who looked very similar to Si Mo, and then looked at the young prime minister who looked similar to Zi Ran, and he became more and more confused.

The Wei Dynasty two hundred years ago, no, the Wei Dynasty just fell from power two hundred years ago. The person who ascended the throne at the age of five or six should be Wei Changxuan, the grandson of the founding emperor of the Wei Dynasty. The second emperor of the Wei Dynasty was a

He was praised as the emperor of the ages, so this should be the Wei Dynasty six hundred years ago, but she had never heard that the Wei Dynasty had such a young prime minister.

It may be a coincidence that one person looks alike, but it cannot be a coincidence that two people look so similar, and even have such a similar relationship.

"There's something wrong with your face." An ethereal voice sounded next to her ears.

"Is there really a theory of reincarnation in this world?" Xiao Zhen murmured to himself.

At this time, I heard the saint chuckle lightly and said to the little emperor: "Your prime minister wants to take away your rights while you are still young, so that he can use the emperor to control the princes. You still listen to him like this?"

If so?"

The young prime minister frowned. The little emperor looked at the saint, thought for a while, shook his head, and said in a childish voice: "Sister saint, you are wrong. I am young, so all the ministers in the court bully me. Only the prime minister

Master Xiang treats me sincerely, but although the master is the prime minister, his position as prime minister is also because the three factions in the DPRK and China are fighting for the throne and no one accepts the other, so he pushed the master up. Now both I and the master are being held by them."

Before the little emperor finished speaking, he heard the young prime minister say to the maids in a cold voice: "The emperor is tired, please take the emperor back to the palace to rest."

The little emperor sighed, and was picked up by the maid obediently, and left the temple.

"So you are still a loyal minister." The saint approached the young prime minister and said, "You asked me to be a saint to win over the people, not to negate the rights of the emperor, but to divide the rights of the important ministers in the court. Is that right?"

The young Prime Minister La's face darkened: "You just have to do what you should do as a saint."

"You gave me up for the emperor, so do you still like me?" The saint looked at him with a smile.

Facing the saint's smile, the young prime minister's cold eyes moved, he squeezed his hands tightly, and said coldly: "I have never liked you."

The saint thought for a while and said: "You just need to find another saint. There are so many people in the world, and you can always find someone to take the position of a saint. Then you come to like me again, how about it?"

"I told you, I never liked you." The young prime minister's handsome face was a little dark.

"Then you come and play with me every day." The saint suddenly took his arm and said happily.

Looking at the saint's sudden smile, the young prime minister seemed to be in a trance for a moment, then a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he pushed her away angrily: "You are a saint now, and what you have to do every day is to pray for the people." He said.
Chapter completed!