Master she's getting smaller again (Rebirth)

The majestic drums sounded sequentially from the end of the avenue until the solemn drum sounded from the Taimiao.The sound of the drums shook the sky, and a ray of whiteness appeared in the sky, as if the dark night was split by a ray of light, and then became brighter and brighter.

A round sun slowly rises from the sky, and the dark blue sky is dyed colorful.

For thousands of miles, it seems that just in an instant, the dark blue sky has gradually turned white, as if the sky has suddenly parted.

sunrise.

The rising sun is like broken gold, dotted on the majestic dragon robe.

Hundreds of officials lined up on both sides of the avenue, bowed their heads and waited

As Fusu's only emperor's younger brother, Chu Yicheng naturally stood at the front, while Mo Qing stood quietly beside him, not paying attention to the probing gazes behind him.

Although she knew that Yu etiquette was not suitable, she still wanted to watch Fusu go through every etiquette in the enthronement hall and see him sit on the throne with her own eyes.

Fusu walked along the middle of the avenue step by step, and when he passed by Mo Qing, he turned his head slightly to look at her.

The bead curtains hanging down from the Kowloon Crown collided, revealing those glazed eyes.Mo Qing slightly curled his lips at him, and then watched him step up the long steps paved with white marble.

Fusu walked without haste, very calmly.Mo Qing watched him climb up the Taimiao, and the vicissitudes of the drums came down from the top of the Taimiao, and the gentle and setting sun woke up the silent Shengjing.

The ceremonial officer read out a long sacrificial oration, and in the majestic Taimiao, there were portraits of every emperor, and Fusu saw the portrait of Emperor Jing.

In the painting, a middle-aged man with gentle eyebrows is quietly looking at him.

"Royal father." Fusu's voice was extremely low.

He suddenly remembered that when Emperor Jing played chess with him when he was young, Concubine Chu looked at the father and son with a gentle smile.The sun shines through the bamboo curtains in the hall, casting a mottled light and shadow.

"My son is so smart, do you want to inherit the great line in the future?"

At that time, he was only seven years old. He held the white chess and thought about it for a while, then nodded slowly: "I want the people to be happy and the world to be peaceful."

Emperor Jing reached out and stroked the top of his hair lightly. After sighing slightly, his eyebrows were a little sad: "The court is dangerous, this seat is not so easy to sit in. On the contrary, Father wants you to stay away from Shengjing and live comfortably."

It's a pity that things backfired, and he still ascended the throne.

After offering incense to the ancestors of the Dayi Dynasty, it is considered a ceremony.

The royal ceremonial guards lined up on Suzaku Street, and the Shengjing Imperial Guard stood guard on both sides of the street, stopping the people scrambling for the first place.

The majestic and dignified jade chariot walked through Zhuque Avenue, entered the towering city gate of the inner city, and then slowly entered the vermilion palace gate, out of sight of the common people.

Envoys from all directions, hundreds of officials are listed.

Hundreds of officials and envoys entered the table one by one, and envoys from all over the world stepped forward to congratulate, offering carefully prepared congratulatory gifts with both hands.After the gifts were delivered, the dignified dancers danced in the palace, the palace servants poured wine quietly, the ministers in the palace toasted, and there were many people Mo Qing knew.

Fusu acted swiftly and resolutely. In just half a month, more than half of the people in the court were replaced, and his confidantes in Qinhuai were transferred to Shengjing to take up positions.

She glanced at the dancer who was more than dignified but not agile, and she was a little dull.After taking a sip of the wine in the palace banquet, I felt that it was too light.

Mo Qing raised his eyes and looked at Fusu who was sitting at the head of the hall. He took a sip of his wine, and the pendant beads of the Nine Dragon Crown collided together, revealing those cold eyes, neither making people feel too cold, nor making people feel cold. Felt too close.

She ended up just smiling.

"Let's go." Mo Qing patted Chu Yicheng's shoulder, and his tone was so ordinary that no waves could be heard, "Practice well, and when you go to Qinhuai, you can come to Luoyue Cliff to find me."

"Sister!" Chu Yicheng hastily pulled her away, lowered his voice and asked her hastily, "Didn't you say to leave after watching the ceremony? Won't say goodbye to Elder...Elder Brother in person?"

"No." Mo Qing said lightly, touched the top of Chu Yicheng's hair, smiled slightly, "I will be reluctant."

After this farewell, we may never see each other again in this life.That being the case, leave some worries.

Fusu had already noticed the movement on their side, he was slightly startled, and then realized that Mo Qing was leaving without saying goodbye, subconsciously got up.

"Your Majesty." Lu Jiu called him in a low voice.

When Fusu was about to get up, he froze, and he turned around, the hall was full of civil and military officials and envoys from all over the world, all of them were paying attention to his every move.

he can not.

Chuizhu collided in front of his eyes, and he slowly tightened his hand holding the wine bottle. He looked straight at Mo Qing, the distance between the two was obviously not too far, but it made people feel like they were crossing a gap.

She shook the wine bottle in her hand, saluted him from a distance, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Treasure." She moved her lips and said silently.

Fusu sat on the cold dragon chair, silently watching her turn and walk out of the hall, the blackness gradually disappeared from sight.

Until Mo Qing could no longer be seen, Fu Su raised the wine bottle and drank it down in one gulp.The wine was very clear and light, but the entrance was like the most intense burning knife in the Northland, burning from his throat to his heart, which made him almost unable to control himself.

Suddenly, he recalled when the two first met.

"This hero who is as bright as the moon with a benevolent heart and a sword to help when he sees injustice, I am helpless and homeless, you saved me... I have nothing to repay, so I can only promise you with my body."

She was clearly a five-year-old girl, but there was a cunning in her eyes, like a fox born in a snow field, cunning and cute.

Scene after scene flashed quickly in my heart.

Sometimes Fusu couldn't help thinking how he fell in love with her.

He is clearly a bad guy to the bottom of his heart. He acts recklessly and does things as he pleases. He also likes to tease beauties.

But even so, I still like it so much.

I like it so much that I want to let go of these burdens and follow her up and down in the rivers and lakes.

"treasure."

Fusu suppressed the soreness in his eyes, looked out of the empty main hall, and moved his lips silently.

The long palace road seems to have no end at a glance, the vermilion palace wall stands silently, and there is only a narrow sky above the head.

Mo Qing suddenly remembered that half a year ago, Fu Su brought her to Beijing for Jiang Ruji's Hongmen banquet.The two of them were also walking on this long palace road, which looked as if they could go on forever.

In front, a person was stopping in place.He was dressed in azure long clothes, like a son of an aristocratic family who came out of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, tainted with a little cold.

"Qu Qingheng?" Seeing that it was him, Mo Qing greeted him casually.

"Master." Qu Qingheng's face was a little thinner, without the annoying yin and yang aura of the past, but a little gentle, "Is this going to return to Luoyueya?"

Mo Qing answered him with a slight nod of his head, and then he became a little curious, so he asked casually, "Where are you going from now on?"

Qu Qingheng lowered his eyes slightly, and after being silent for a long time, he smiled slightly, his voice was very soft, and he was somewhat self-deprecating: "Who knows? Look around, there is always a place to settle down."

The Qu family has long been turned into smoke and dust, and the only family member is gone. In such a vast world, Qu Qingheng can't find a place to stay.

Mo Qing looked at him, as if he saw himself too.

In the huge Luoyue Cliff, she was the only one left.

"If you are willing to go back to Luoyueya, then follow me back."

Mo Qing lightly dropped this sentence, and without looking at Qu Qingheng's expression, turned around and left.Behind him, Qu Qingheng seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and suddenly raised his head to look at Mo Qing.

It wasn't until the blackness gradually faded away that Qu Qingheng hurriedly came to his senses.He took one last look at the majestic palace, turned around and followed Mo Qing.

"Master." Qu Qingheng called her suddenly, his eyes were like the frosty apricot blossoms in March, gentle and cold.At this time, it seemed to be washed by a rain, clean and clear, showing a little smile.

"What?"

"Nothing... just a little happy."

On the towering palace wall, Sijin was holding a jug of wine and drinking it with her head up.Beside him, Mo Wuya stood quietly, silently watching Mo Qing walking away on the palace road.

The wind in the early summer stirred up his black hair, and he glanced at him as if he was condescending, and felt a little bit aggrieved in his heart, and his tone was very yin and yang: "Do you want to tell her?"

"That's all." Mo Wuya finally sat back next to Sijin, his former vigorous eyes now had some vicissitudes engraved on the end of them.

Si Jin's heart became more angry, and after taking two sips of wine, when he thought of the respectful look of the two generals who led the frontier army to Mo Wuya, and the look in their eyes looking forward to his return to the army, he felt I can't get up or down in my heart.

After being muffled for a while, he gritted his teeth, raised his foot and kicked Mo Wuya, his handsome and bewitching face was as cold as ice, and asked lightly, "What are your plans for the future?"

Mo Wuya glanced at him, feeling a little baffled: "What are your plans for the future?"

Sijin put the wine jar on the ground, her face was so stinky that she couldn't get any more stinky: "Are you going to stay in Wuming Valley for the rest of your life?"

The two of them grew up together, and Si Jin knew Mo Wuya's ambition and the arrogance in his bones, how could he bear to stay in the valley all his life, and spend the rest of his life in a mediocre way.

Mo Wuya couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, took a couple of sips of Sijin's remaining half jar of wine, and couldn't help showing a slight smile on his lips: "Are you trying to drive me away?"

Hearing him confuse black and white, he seemed to be so angry that he snatched the wine jar with his hands, gave him a cold look, turned around and was about to leave.

If you want to get out, get out, he is not willing to serve the uncle anymore.

Mo Wuya stretched out his hand suddenly, and grabbed Si Jin's hand with precision. His slender fingers had thin calluses, and he knew that he was a martial arts practitioner all year round.

The sun fell on the palace wall, and the glazed tiles reflected a golden light.Si Jin couldn't help turning around, the man in front of him was sitting in the sunlight, as if he had added a layer of light, handsome and peaceful, and restrained his aggression.

Mo Wuya bowed his head slightly, his warm lips fell on his fingertips.

"What have you been thinking about all day?"

"I don't stay in Wuming Valley, where do you want me to go? There are too many thrilling days in the past, and I just want to be quiet for the rest of my life. On weekdays, I go to the mountains with you to collect herbs, and go to the town together when I have nothing to do. , take two or three more disciples. I think it's very good."

Sijin felt that from the fingertips, there was a fire burning all the way.He moved his eyes away with some difficulty, and managed to maintain that indifferent look: "It's not too bad."

After a while, he still couldn't help but asked again: "You really don't regret it?"

He really would rather choose the latter between a powerful general on the battlefield and a respected hermit in the nameless valley?

Mo Wuya stood up, didn't answer him, just smiled lightly, with the sunlight shining in his eyes, and then led him and jumped off the palace wall.

The wind passed by the ears, and Mo Wuya's voice with a little smile came.

"go home."

The author has something to say: I was in a hurry yesterday, so I didn't have time to write.A little more today, will continue to make up tomorrow

Today is considered sweet, probably...

Have a nice weekend~

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