I drank a lot of milk to calm down the shock. The whole family was waiting for me to rescue them.

Chapter 65 Orders
  Light smoke rose, the room was dark, and the half-covered bed curtain obscured the figure.

Qiao Muyang slowly stood up and rubbed his temples.

He started dreaming again. It’s just that my dreams have changed a little recently.

The contents of his previous dreams were basically about how he aspired to the supreme power, and the Wenyang Marquis Mansion was just a stepping stone for him.

In his recent dream, a koi fish would fall from the sky and slap him fiercely on his way forward.

Qiao Muyang raised his hand and touched the left side of his face. He could still vaguely feel the pain in his dream.

"Does it hurt even when you dream?"

In today's dream, he will encounter Gu Qinghuai, the eldest son of the King of Zhennan. He rescued Gu Qinghuai from madness and took good care of him for two years and accompanied him through his final days.

Three years later, King Zhennan returned to Beijing to thank him for his kindness, which would help him.

Since he had such an opportunity, he would definitely not let it go.

He remembered that the time he met Gu Qinghuai in his dream was during spring plowing, when he went out with his aunt and grandmother. At that time, Gu Qinghuai had been wandering in the mountains for several days.

That is three days later!
  Qiao Muyang decided to wait and see in advance, and Xiang Wen entered the mountain with just one word.

He didn't know that Gu Qinghuai was no longer crazy and was still waiting for Wang Xinyu to find Wang Xinyu for help.

Jiujiu walked in, Qiao Muyang went out, and the two happened to pass by each other.

Jiujiu was tired from playing today, and when she came back, she was already asleep on Dongxiao, clenching her fists.

Su Xiucheng angrily complained to Yun Jinglan and told what happened today.

Yun Jinglan touched his head and thought quietly for a while, "Wang Chunting?"

"Is it possible..."

She suddenly covered Su Xiucheng's mouth, "Don't go out and tell others about this!"

"Uh huh!" Su Xiucheng's eyes widened. Who could he tell?

"Mom, who is that person in Wangchunting?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

"Oh!"

Yun Jinglan thought carefully and called Wang Xinyu to ask, "Can you really detoxify the poison?"

Wang Xinyu looked at Yun Jinglan without replying.

The two looked at each other for a long time. Yun Jinglan waved her hands and shook her head helplessly: "Forget it, you go back first."

If you ask, you won’t be able to speak, so it’s better not to ask.

Wang Xinyu turned around and left. When she came to the door, she suddenly turned around and replied, "Okay."

After saying that, she strode away. Yun Jinglan smiled and shook her head, "I've made progress, and I'll be able to reply again."

The matter of Wang Chunting was no longer mentioned due to the intervention of Yun Jinglan and the Crown Princess of England.

Qiao Muyang squatted in the deep mountains and forests for seven days without even seeing a ghost. He was dirty and smelly, and looked like a beggar when he entered the city.

He followed the crowd dejectedly, but when he arrived at the city gate, he was pushed to the ground by a guard.

"Where did the beggar come from? What are you doing in the city? Come on!"

At the emperor's feet, there is a beggar's den and a golden den!

The people around who were preparing to enter the city looked over and whispered when they saw it.

Although he didn't know what they were talking about, Qiao Muyang always felt that they were laughing at him, and his expression changed: "Asshole!"

"How can I become a beggar if I am a scholar?"

The guard boy held his nose and took a step back, looking extremely disgusted: "You? Scholar?"

"Don't make trouble. The Imperial Master is returning to the capital today. Don't block the road or I'll send you to a prison!"

Don't think that he doesn't know how particular those scholars are. They are so poor that they have to make their hair meticulous even when patching, unlike the liar in front of him, who is unkempt and has eye mucus in the corners of his eyes!
  I heard that the Imperial Master has given me a blessing. If I can get a look from the Imperial Master, I might be able to change my life and ascend to heaven.

No one who comes today can stop him from becoming the national master’s little fanboy!

"I advise you to leave quickly. Your Majesty ordered us to sweep the streets to welcome you. If you offend the nobles, be careful of your life!"

Qiao Muyang was driven aside, where there were several beggars nestled there, some holding dead grass in their mouths, and some shaking their bodies. The only thing that was the same was the way they looked at Qiao Muyang - staring with eagerness!
  "Boy, where are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The leading beggar stepped forward and grabbed Qiao Muyang by the collar, with a provocative look on his face, wanting to give Qiao Muyang a blow.

Qiao Muyang couldn't smell the peculiar smell on his body, but the smell of the little beggar hit his nose and almost made him vomit.

His face turned pale, his body leaned back as much as possible, and he put his palm against the opponent's chin in disgust: "Get out!"

The little beggar can be regarded as the leader of beggars in the neighborhood. He has hired three or five younger men to beg for him, and he has long regarded himself as a master. Now when he heard that a newcomer dared to scold him, he suddenly became angry and raised his fist and hit him in the face.

Qiao Muyang was knocked to the ground by a punch. His mouth was filled with sweet taste, and he could even feel the loosening of his back molars.

"You dare to hit me?"

The little beggar stepped forward and kicked him twice: "I'll beat you, don't you accept it?"

Qiao Muyang's pampered body couldn't bear it, and she curled up on the ground.

What a shame!
  "You are so courageous. I have a great reputation and am the nephew of Marquis Wenyang, but you do this to me! When I return to the capital, I will have you ripped apart! You will be cut into pieces with a thousand knives!"

"I'll fuck you!" The little beggar flew up and kicked Qiao Muyang in the heart, "Wenyang Hou's grandnephew? Hahaha! How can you, a grandson like you, still have a relationship with Wenyang Hou? Don't let it go. Take a picture of yourself with your urine!”

"You bunch of stinky beggars, I will make sure you look good when I get back! A bunch of despicable things, a bunch of bed bugs!"

Qiao Muyang couldn't beat him and could only roar helplessly. The quarrel here attracted the attention of the surrounding people, and more and more people gathered around.

The beggar has always ignored and looked down on him. Today, when he beat Qiao Muyang, he felt like he had found someone to vent his anger on.

The leading beggar showed increased desire, pretending to be a boss and raised his chin towards the others, and deliberately shouted loudly to the crowd: "Brothers, come on, let me give this ungrateful thing a little color today!" "

Several people surrounded Qiao Muyang and beat him.

The noise finally attracted the guard's attention. He pushed away the crowd and walked over, "What are you doing! What are you doing! Who told you to cause trouble at the city gate?"

"You damn bitches, a bunch of bastards, you are sincerely trying not to make me feel comfortable today, right?"

Seeing the guard coming, the leading beggar shouted: "Run!"

The birds and beasts dispersed and disappeared in a flash, leaving only Qiao Muyang lying on the ground covered in injuries and unable to move.

Seeing that it was still him, the guard looked displeased: "Why haven't you left yet? Hurry, the National Master's carriage will be here soon, stay away!"

He stepped forward and pulled Qiao Muyang's collar, and he was lifted up limply. The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the nails dug into the palms, leaving purple marks.

One day, he will kill everyone who humiliated him today!
  Someone among the crowd of onlookers shouted: "The Imperial Master is here!"

The crowd dispersed, and the guard loosened his grip on Qiao Muyang's collar and stepped forward to please him.

I just didn't expect that the Imperial Master's carriage came slowly and finally stopped next to Qiao Muyang.

“False and false are true, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, everything becomes empty and everything returns to its original state.”

Qiao Muyang was slightly startled when he heard the pleasant voice coming from the carriage. Then came the excitement.

He got up and rushed towards the carriage, "But the Imperial Master is in the carriage?"

The Grand Master of the National Preceptor actually gave him orders!
  The Imperial Master's golden words only gave orders three times in his life.

The first time was when he entered the capital for the first time, saying that the whole world would return to Zhou Dynasty. Within three years, the surrounding small countries came to worship him.

The second time was to commend His Majesty as a prosperous and wise king and express his good fortune for the Great Zhou Dynasty. In the following fifteen years, His Majesty has devoted himself to the industry, reducing burdens and taxes on the people of the country, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe! the third time……

Today is the day!

The people around were in an uproar, wondering why the Imperial Master favored a little beggar so much!

The guard was even more sad, wishing he could replace Qiao Muyang and become a little beggar.

"Why! That's the National Preceptor!"

"Did he just say that he is from the Wenyang Marquis Mansion? The Marquis' relatives must also be powerful people, and they may be the ones who suffered the disaster today."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so pitiful that you are still being bullied like this."

They now began to compliment Qiao Muyang, seemingly unable to remember who had been mocking him just now.

Hearing the words "Marquis Wenyang", the people in the carriage opened the curtain and glanced outside.

The car curtain was opened, and Qiao Muyang rushed forward without even seeing clearly who was inside, "Master Imperial Master, junior Qiao Muyang has met you! I am Wen Yang..."

"cousin."

The person inside interrupted him impatiently, frowned slightly, and looked sarcastically, as if to say that he had nothing to offer except taking advantage of the Wenyang Marquis Mansion.

Qiao Muyang looked at the people inside and froze on the spot. He couldn't help but tremble, as if he couldn't believe how he was in the carriage of the Imperial Master.

"You, why are you back!"

Su Yunyi found it funny, "I can't come back?"

If there was a ranking of the most hated people in the entire Wenyang Marquis Mansion, then Su Yunyi must be the person he hates the most.

They were both similar in age and suppressed by him in every way. It wasn't until Su Yunyi went out with his wife to study in Qiao Muyang that he got some chance to relax.

But I didn't expect that he would be back again!
  Su Yunyi: "Cousin, don't use the banner of Wenyang Houfu to talk outside in the future. Grandpa doesn't like people from the Houfu to be so arrogant."

"What's more, my cousin is not from our Marquis Mansion."

Qiao Muyang's face was in burning pain, and she felt like she had been slapped hard. The way the people around him were watching the show made him even more embarrassed!

But if he had never used the banner of Wenyang Marquis Mansion to show off his power outside, he would not have given Su Yunyi a chance to slap him in the face.

Qiao Muyang endured the humiliation and just wanted to talk to the Imperial Master.

"Cousin, the Imperial Master gave me the order, so I should thank the Imperial Master. Please don't embarrass me. Mu Yang knows that his status is low, but it is also an opportunity."

The imperial master's words represented God's will, and the people around him echoed them.

"He is right. If I am approved by the imperial master, that will be my blessing!"

"Hey, young master inside, why don't you let this little beggar talk to the Imperial Master?"

Qiao Muyang: You are the beggars!

Su Yunyi smiled and shook his head, turning sideways to reveal half of the Imperial Master's face: "National Master, someone wants to see you."

The national preceptor is mysterious and rarely appears except for sacrifices. All we know is that he is a god descending to earth and a divine envoy.

Seeing his true face, even half of his face was enough for everyone to kneel down and worship.

"Greetings to the Imperial Master!"

The rising and falling voices covered up Qiao Muyang's roar.

Su Yunyi's eyes were playful, as if saying that he was nothing more than that.

The man sitting inside remained motionless and spoke softly: "Great Zhou Guoan, there is no need to worship, every word and every thought is the power of mind."

"Yes, Master National Preceptor!"

The Imperial Master did not answer Qiao Muyang's doubts, but just ordered him to go down and leave quickly to avoid causing congestion.

The carriage drove away, leaving behind a cloud of dust and smoke. Only Qiao Muyang remained stunned.

Someone who didn't dislike his dirty smell stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and chase him! You are the one the Imperial Master likes!"

When Qiao Muyang reacted, the carriage had disappeared. This time, there were no guards to stop him, so he hurriedly pursued him into the city.

There were three people sitting in the carriage. Su Yunyi, who was holding the black cat, gently stroked the black cat's body with a smile on his lips.

"Yun Yi is happy?"

The speaker was wearing a black and gray robe, with a goatee, short and fat, and asked him with a smile.

Su Yunyi nodded and said bluntly: "Happy!"

"Because you just insulted your cousin who didn't like it?"

"No." Su Yunyi shook his head. He never took Qiao Muyang seriously, "I want to see my sister."

Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "No wonder you have been so anxious to return home all the way. It turns out you miss your sister at home."

Mrs. Wenyang Hou Shizi had written a long time ago saying that she had a new daughter in the family and asked her second son to go back as soon as possible. It's just that this kid didn't show off along the way, secretly collecting toys that children like.

Half of their luggage was a gift from him to his sister.

Su Yunyi smiled and said nothing. He had been away from home for many days and missed his sister's full moon. He had to make up for it no matter what.

"Then you have to thank the Imperial Master for taking us along, otherwise it will be delayed for a few days."

They met the Imperial Preceptor on the road and responded in kind. Ling Yun had some friendship with the Imperial Preceptor. Seeing that the boy was a little anxious, he shamelessly got into the carriage.

Su Yunyi thanked the Imperial Preceptor again: "Thank you, the Imperial Preceptor, for making it convenient for the juniors."

"nothing."

Yue Wen opened her eyes and glanced at Su Yunyi lightly. He was willing to let them get on the bus not because of Ling Yun but because of Su Yunyi.

He saw that this person had a lifeless face and could not live for more than three years, but a golden light suddenly appeared above his head to protect his body and fight against the death energy. Moreover, this strange phenomenon became more and more intense the closer he got to the capital. But when you step into the city gate, the air of death dissipates, and it becomes full of vitality.

Yue Wen felt that he couldn't see through it.

There is a secret in this person that he wants to find.

Is he eager to return to Beijing because of his sister?

"Can I go to your house with you?"

Su Yunyi: "???"

It was the first time that Yue Wen had the nerve to visit someone else's house, but when Su Yunyi didn't talk to him, he didn't know what to say.

Ling Yun pushed Su Yunyi, why didn't this kid say anything?
  Qiao Muyang almost went crazy with joy after hearing this word, and now the Imperial Master is not happy to go to his home!

"Hurry up and agree!"

Being on good terms with Yue Wen has only advantages and no disadvantages!
  Su Yunyi held up his hand and said: "The Imperial Master's presence is very impressive, but my family is not prepared and I am afraid of neglecting the Imperial Master."

Yue Wen was not a guest, he just felt that Wenyang Houfu had what he wanted.

"No problem."

No one noticed that the little black cat in Su Yunyi's arms rolled his eyes.

The ancient people spoke so sourly, it was annoying to hear!
  Simpler! Keep it simple in the way you speak!

Just say hello!

(End of this chapter)