I am Feng Jun

Chapter 95

The Mu Dynasty has a temple that has existed since its establishment.

On the top of the red vermilion lacquered gate hangs a plaque with gold characters on a black background.

The word "Temple" was solemn and upright in the letter, and the golden handwriting exuded a faint brilliance in the dusk, highlighting the magnificence of the temple.

No one in the Mu Dynasty knew about it.

The holy hall, also known as the National Teacher's Mansion.

It was established by Mu Mingyue, the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, especially for the national teacher Lan Yi.

Lan Yi has been a national teacher in the Mu Dynasty for nearly a hundred years, and it is the belief of many people to protect the Mu Dynasty from various natural and man-made disasters.

There are quite a few people who have a lofty ambition to be able to enter the temple in this life.

It's a pity that the national teacher retreats all the year round, and the temple is closed all the year round, and it can only be opened once when offering sacrifices.

The temple is very large, located on Yuntai Mountain on the east side of the imperial city, almost the entire mountain is included in the scope of the temple.

The main hall is located on the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist. Although it is magnificent, it is sparsely populated.

There are nearly a hundred palaces, large and small, on the entire mountain, but most of them are empty. In addition to some cleaning maids, there are also some holy envoys in the palace.

But these people are not allowed to enter the main hall on the top of the mountain on weekdays, so they have to stay in the palace halfway up the mountain.

Therefore, only Ah Da, who has been with Lan Yi all the year round, knows.

The closed-door retreat mentioned by the Lord is not closed-door retreat in the temple, but going to nowhere.

Ah Da looked at Lan Yi who came back unknowingly, knelt at her feet, and shouted respectfully in a flat tone.

"Your Highness."

Wearing a red dress embroidered with golden flame patterns, Lan Yi lowered her eyes, looked down at Ah Da, reached out and stroked Ah Da's head, with a smile in her voice.

"Ada, get up."

"Thank you, Lord."

Ada, who was covered in pitch black, saw a red light flash in front of his eyes the moment he stood up.

When she turned around and walked into the hall, Lan Yi, who was outside the door, was already lying on her side on her soft couch.

Lan Yi on the couch took off her shoes, revealing her delicate white feet.

The legs were crossed, and the skirt gradually slipped to a looming position.

"My lord, Ah Da misses you very much."

The boy in the black cloak knelt under Lan Yi's couch.

Lan Yi narrowed her charming blood-colored eyes, stretched out her hand to caress Ada's face, slightly hooked her lips, and said viciously.

"But I don't think about you very much."

Ah Da was indifferent, his eyes were still devoutly looking at Lan Yi, his lips parted slightly.

The hoarse voice uttered the most beautiful words in the world.

"Subordinates only need to think about the Lord."

He didn't dare to trouble the Lord to think about him, and he didn't expect to be remembered by the Lord.

He just needs to be by the Lord's side.

"Well, that's nice."

Lan Yi twitched the corner of her mouth, moved her hand away from Ah Da's face, looked at her fair and slender hand, and asked casually.

"When is the spring festival?"

It's been so long, I can't even remember this!

"Five days later."

Ah Da said in his hoarse voice.

"Oh? That's really fast."

Lan Yi sighed with a chuckle.

"If it wasn't for the Spring Festival, I really don't want to come back so early."

Although, there are people she cares about here.

Lan Yi slowly turned her wrist, and saw little blue flames jumping between her dexterous fingers.

Looking closely, there seems to be a figure looming in the center of the flame.

After a long time, Lan Yi frowned lightly.

"Why is it different from the previous hexagram?"

"What doubts does your lord have?"

Ah Da asked thoughtfully.

Lan Yi glanced at Ah Da, thought for a while, then slightly hooked the corners of her lips for a long time, and a smile of interest appeared on that coquettish face.

"It's nothing, I'm afraid it's because of those three variables."

Variables, variables, since they are variables, it is natural that there must be changes to be interesting!
"This spring festival is Mu Lianya the officiant?"

"No, it's Mu Yuanlu."

Ah Da replied concisely.

"Mu Yuanlu!"

Lan Yi lowered her eyes, her slender eyelashes formed a faint silhouette on her slightly reddened eyes.

"Counting the days, it's almost the same."

Lan Yi chuckled, her light-colored eyes were full of coldness.

If you live too long, you will look down on life and death.

"Sister Miao, you haven't checked the accounts for several days, what have you been up to lately?"

After talking about the gossip and listening to Miao Miao's gossip, Xiao Lan made a business inquiry.

Hearing this, Shen Ci, who was originally thinking about the minister of the Ministry of Industry, suddenly looked at Miao Miao, and a dark light flashed in his phoenix eyes.

"What have you been doing out lately?"

Could it be that he leaked his whereabouts?
Looking at Shen Ci's eyes, Miao Miao understood some of Shen Ci's meaning, and immediately retorted.

"No, isn't this the spring festival coming soon? I'm going to buy something!"

"Huh? Sister Miao, didn't you let us go shopping before? Why did you go by yourself this time?"

Xiaolan at the side asked blankly.

"Ok?"

Shen Ci's scrutiny eyes fell on Miao Miao.

Miao Miao sighed, looking at Xiao Lan who was still puzzled beside her, she hated iron for being weak!

Sure enough, there is more than success and failure!

"You go outside to look at the store first, and give me the account book by the way, and I'll look at it in a few days!"

Miao Miao said helplessly to Xiaolan while stroking her forehead.

"Oh, good sister Miao!"

Fortunately, Xiao Lan is a bit obedient, otherwise Miao Miao would have kicked her out long ago.

"Then since you've already bought the things for the spring festival, don't we need to buy them?"

Before leaving, Xiaolan made sure again.

"Yes yes yes! No need!"

Miao Miao said hastily, pushing Xiao Lan away.

After Xiaolan walked away, Miao Miao turned around and raised a flattering smile.

"Farewell!"

"Tell me, sister Miao, what did you do, huh?"

Shen Ci looked at Miao Miao with a sneer.

Sister Miao in this life made Miao Miao tremble a little.

"No, Lord Ci, I really didn't leak your news!"

"Then what did you say you did?"

Shen Ci asked quite forcefully.

"I…"

Miao Miao hesitated.

Isn't it a bit bad to talk to Shen Ci about the task the Lord gave me!

However, the Lord said that Shen Ci can do anything.

Does that mean she can speak?

Miao Miao thought about it carefully, and felt that it would be better not to offend the future Feng Jun, so she told Shen Ci about her recent investigation into matters related to the Spring Festival.

"What exactly is the Spring Festival?"

Just now I heard Miao Miao and Xiao Lan mention the spring festival, is it a custom here?
Hearing Shen Ci's question, Miao Miao, who was used to Shen Ci's amnesia, did not show too much surprise as before, but explained to Shen Ci in detail.

"The Spring Festival is a large-scale god worship event held by the Mu Dynasty every March [-]rd. It has been held since the founding day of the Mu Dynasty. To talk about the Spring Festival in detail, we must start with the national teacher Lan Yi."

Miao Miao took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and began to tell stories to Shen Ci again.

(End of this chapter)