Conquering the country and seeking the empress

Chapter 69 Friends, Xuan Suan

Shan Jue didn't look at her, but looked at the man in Tsing Yi holding an epee in front of him. If this man was placed in front of Mo Jincheng, he would naturally recognize him, but it wasn't Mo Jincheng who was here...

"He's here." Shan Jue's face was calm, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing.

"Master wants to see you." Zhao Ding glanced at Mo Jinnian, and said to Shan Jue cautiously; after finishing speaking, he turned and left, ignoring Mo Jinnian's intention.

Mo Jinnian curled his lips, glared at Zhao Ding fiercely, pushed Shan Jue away in a fit of temper, and went upstairs on his own.

……

Pushing open the door, the breeze blows, bringing a little bit of coolness.

The interior is antique, with a table placed on a bamboo mat.

On the side of the desk, the young man's blue hair reached his waist, and a beautiful red lip on his fair face was showing frivolity at the moment.

When he saw Shan Jue coming in, he raised the teacup in his hand; his manner was casual and comfortable, and his laziness made people feel a touch of dignity.

After Shanjue sat down opposite him, she looked at the person in front of her with clear eyes and smiled slightly.

"I didn't expect you to come here." Shan Jue said, lowering his eyelids slightly to hide the depth of his eyes.

"You know." Di Xi took a sip of the tea, no emotion could be seen on his face.

"You know." Shan Jue sighed, for this friend, he was still the most reluctant.

Di Xi responded lightly. "Actually, I already knew."

Shan Jue's clear eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at him with some incomprehension.

"If we really meet in the future, I will never show mercy." Di Xi raised her phoenix eyes, which were full of coldness and determination.

"I don't care about that position." Shan Jue's eyes were full of sadness, and looking at Di Xi's eyes was even more helpless. "I'll go back, but I'm just a puppet."

Di Xi didn't speak, he could understand Shan Jue's feelings; people in the royal family are destined not to be themselves.

"You don't know the current situation of Xiyan." The regent is in charge, and the little emperor is just a tool for the empress dowager to fight with the regent; what's more, Yin Fuyi will not allow the royal heirs to be revealed.

"That has nothing to do with me, I already know who my parents are." Therefore, he is not interested in that position, let alone the person who sits on it is just a puppet.

"Yin Fuyi is already on his way to Mu Country, can you avoid it?"

"I can only accept my fate. When I came here, I originally planned to hand over Jing Yu Pavilion to you, but now, I have found a suitable person." Shan Jue thought of that beautiful face, the smile on the corner of his mouth, more and more Deep; Di Xi saw it and didn't ask any more questions.

"Aren't you curious?" Looking at his friend's calm face, Shan Jue felt seductive.

"You can just say what you want. If you don't want to say it, it's useless for me to ask." Di Xi said, but his heart had already flown away unconsciously; that person should also be on his way back. Showa has already talked to him about the matter in the temple. He said that when he went back this time, he might have a lot of things to do.

In the wing room, the two were talking to each other like old friends, but only they knew that their hearts had already gone beyond the sky.

……

At this moment, the Xiangshan Temple is brightly lit.

On the nine lotus lantern made of gold and copper, the candle flame flickers.

The golden Buddha on the main hall shone golden under the candlelight; a man in his 50s, dressed in autumn brocade clothes, deeply held incense and kowtowed, and then handed the incense to the bald man beside him; The man in brocade clothes took a deep look at the Buddha statue, and then turned his head to the old monk in the red cassock and said, "Master Fan is ordered to do his best for the people, so I will ask Master Fang to give Master Fan a dignified burial."

"Amitabha, Master Mingfan is a great sage of my Buddhism, and the funeral should be held grandly." Fang Xiang said with his back bent, the beard on his chin trembling as he spoke.

"Your Majesty, this is the handwritten letter left by Master Ming Fan during the round ceremony. Please read it over, Your Majesty." Fang Xiang pulled out the envelope from his cuff, and handed it over with both hands.

After the man in brocade clothes roughly read the contents of the handwriting, a pair of experienced eyes flashed a bright light. "Did Master Mingfan say anything else?"

The abbot thought for a while, and finally shook his head.

"When Master Ming Fan made the round sacrifice, I was not by my side; but it stands to reason that Master Ming Fan is so small, but this child, when his master passed away, did not know where he went." The abbot said, sighing secretly With a sound.

"You don't need to look for it, I'm here." At this time, a lazy and casual voice sounded, and the man in brocade clothes and the abbot looked towards the entrance of the main hall, only to see a scruffy old man lying on the threshold, holding a The wine gourd is drinking.

Seeing this person, the abbot's gaze changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped forward with his palms together and bowed deeply, looking very respectful. "It turned out to be Old Qi, the old man is blind."

Old Qi waved his hand, his eyes had already turned around the abbot, and looked at the man in brocade clothes behind him, that man was either someone, or the Muhuang who had arrived after receiving a secret letter from Mingfan.

Qi Laodao: "Order Fan Fan to send a secret letter to His Majesty, presumably because he doesn't want others to know, so please take it seriously, Your Majesty."

Mu Huang looked at Old Qi, his eyes became deep. "I already know what Master Mingfan wants to say is that the master did this for the blessing of the Mu Kingdom; but I dare to ask which capable person is in front of me."

Old Qi smiled and waved his hands, looking ashamed. "Don't dare to be your Excellency. People in the Jianghu call me the number one mystery."

"Then you are the rumored old Qi." Mu Huang cupped his hands, his attitude was obvious.

Old Qi raised his head lazily, his eyes clouded by the smell of alcohol. "Your Majesty has a very clear understanding of the affairs in Jianghu." He burped as he spoke.

"As the Ninth Five-Year Lord, I still need to know some things." Mu Huang chuckled, looked at the treasure hall, and finally landed on Qi Lao. "Mr. Qi is the number one mystical calculation in the Jianghu. He thinks he can measure destiny just like Master Mingfan, but I don't know what you think about this letter."

As he spoke, he handed the letter to Fu Tu, Fu Tu understood it, and handed the letter to Elder Qi; when Elder Qi read the words on it, his eyes suddenly smiled, and he returned the letter with a deep expression on his face. "Your Majesty should cherish the words of Master Mingfan. If you want to come to the other four countries and don't know about it, your Majesty should start as soon as possible. This is good for everyone."

"Since Elder Qi has said so, I can rest assured. I will leave for Beijing tomorrow. I wonder if Elder Qi can accompany me."

Elder Qi just shook his head at Muhuang's invitation, expressing his rejection. "Old man, I'm still used to being wild."

While speaking, he staggered and walked out.

(End of this chapter)