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got up and left.

Surrounded by high walls in the palace, the sky was squeezed into a narrow strip. Before Gong Tianxue entered the hinterland, she felt a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere blowing towards her face.

After a series of cumbersome inspections, Gong Tianxue was assigned to the imperial guard team. After joining the team, he realized that this was just a patrol team in the palace, and it was not intended to serve the imperial guard every day.

"The ones serving the imperial court are all old seniors, who come from innocent backgrounds, or have good family backgrounds." A small guard said to Gong Tianxue.

Before Gong Tianxue entered the palace, his name had already been spread. Firstly, he was outstanding in appearance, secondly, he was from Xizhou, and also the leader of Chentian sect. Naturally, this gossip was indispensable, but his martial arts cultivation was not the same. Few people care.

Gong Tianxue didn't care about these people, he just wanted to get off work early and go home to his wife and children to warm up the kang. Although he didn't have children—well, it can be said that he entered the state of a middle-aged court servant in advance.

And all of this was completely messed up when the emperor called him to the bedroom during the shift at night.

As the saying goes, plans cannot keep up with changes.