Li Feng smiled and said: "How disrespectful, Master Liao Chi is a highly educated monk of our times, do you think of him as a street performer?"

Zhu Little Feet smiled apologetically and hit his face: "Look at this old servant's mouth, my knowledge was lacking, becoming a joke again -— although I do not understand much, every time I listen to the sound of the master's wooden knocker, I also feel all the troubles in my heart fade away."

Upon hearing him mentioning so, Li Feng had a change of mind. After thinking about it, he agreed: "Trouble the master for a trip here then."

Zhu Little Feet responded, quickly asked people to send the message, then silently assisted the Emperor in washing his face and changing clothes. Li Feng suddenly asked: "Where is Gu Yun?"

Zhu Little Feet had been dying to mention this, but did not dare to ask; upon hearing his question, he immediately answered: "Your Majesty, the Marquis is still kneeling outside the pavilion."

Li Feng seemed to have let out a snort, his expression was indifferent. Zhu Little Feet did not dare to mention this matter too often; he could only secretly hope that the old monk — the unreliable rescuer could be a bit useful.

It didn't take long for Master Liao Chi to arrive at the Warm Pavilion. He only took one glance, casually passed by, as if he had never seen the snowman outside.

However, no one knew what spell the old monk of the Hu Guo Temple cast on the Emperor. He went in for a moment, Zhu Little Feet had already swiftly run out. First, he read the decree with enthusiasm: "Order from the Emperor; The Marquis had disrespectful manners in front of the Son of Heaven, paying no regard to the monarch — temporarily confiscating the Marshal Seal, ordering to return to the manor to reflect on your actions, cutting three months of wage."

Gu Yun was startled.

Zhu Little Feet signaled him with his eyes.

Gu Yun: "...Your subject heeds the decree."

Zhu Little Feet slapped his thigh, raised his voice to call the servants on the other side: "Look at this lot of monkeys with no eyes!! What are you still standing there for? Hurry and help the Marquis up!"

He didn't even finish commanding, yet Gu Yun had already stood up, his limbs were like needles, pinning through the formal attire and the steel armor. The snow water had soaked all over his body, and an unspeakable chill was eating its way to the bones. Gu Yun put his hands together to greet Zhu Little Feet, then with his heart filled with concern, he exited the palace. At the same time, he also wondered: Has the bald donkey been possessed? Why would he save me?

...Until he saw his Chang Geng waiting for him outside the palace gate.