Alang said: "Yes, the Imperial Master may seem cold on the outside, but he is actually a very good person. If the Realm of Life and Death does not have the Imperial Master to help manage it, it would be unimaginable for His Majesty, who is so young, to do it alone."
After the two of them finished serving the pastries, they turned around and left.
Watching the two people leaving, Sufeng said: "I never expected that a person with such a cold appearance would be loved by everyone in the realm of life and death."
Fu Heng said: "Since His Majesty Zaizhi can entrust the important task of national advisor, he is not a bad person. It seems that we are worrying too much."
"It's so leisurely for you three to sit in someone else's country and criticize other people's imperial masters!" Han Ziyue, with fluttering clothes, slowly walked in from the door.
She smiled slightly, pointed at Fu Heng in the middle, and said, "His Majesty the Emperor."
Then he pointed at Sufeng and said, "His Royal Highness the Regent."
Finally, he pointed his finger at Ye Zhenfeng, bent down and looked at him and said, "A young man with nothing to do!"
"Huh?" Ye Zhenfeng looked at the tip of the hand she pointed at and almost became cross-eyed. How could he become an idler with nothing to do?
Han Ziyue stood up, crossed her arms, and sighed: "Hey, if you are so free, why don't you talk about the important events of Hengwu Country?"
Fu Heng quickly raised the tea cup to block the shame on his face, lowered his eyes and said: "Ashamed! Ashamed!"
When Sufeng saw Han Ziyue looking at him, he immediately turned around and lowered his head, without looking at her, and took the quick pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.
Looking up, Han Ziyue was still looking at him with a disinterested look. She could only eat cakes and said confidently: "It's not that I don't want to go back, it's that the Hengwu Kingdom doesn't let me go back!"
The pastry foam sprayed out of the mouth, looking very innocent.
Seeing the silly look on the regent's face, Fu Heng almost spit out the tea in his mouth.
Han Ziyue turned to look at Fu Heng and said, "Is Your Majesty really prepared to be a coward and hide in this realm of life and death for the rest of his life?"
Fu Heng swallowed the sip of tea hard, almost suffocating himself to death.
Ye Zhenfeng pulled Han Ziyue over and said: "Your Majesty has made his own decision on this matter. He has made his own decision."
Han Ziyue shook her head, feeling that they seemed not to be in a hurry, but staying in the realm of life and death for a long time was not an option. It seemed that she really was not in a hurry while the emperor was in a hurry.
In fact, Ye Zhenfeng and Su Feng were both worried about what Han Ziyue was worried about. It's just that they knew in their hearts that this matter would not be easy to solve, so they didn't want to put pressure on Fu Heng, so they never said anything.
Fu Heng gently placed the tea cup on the table, then looked at Han Ziyue and said, "Miss Ziyue, this matter will take time. Don't worry, we will not stay in this realm of life and death forever."
Han Ziyue said: "Your Majesty, do you have any ideas?"
Fu Heng smiled and said mysteriously: "I only owe the east wind."
"Dongfeng?"
"Dongfeng?"
"Dongfeng?"
Ye Zhenfeng, Han Ziyue and Sufeng were all puzzled and looked at their calm and composed monarch.
What exactly is the so-called Dongfeng? Even if Fu Heng didn't tell them, they wouldn't know either. However, since Fu Heng had Qiu He in his heart, he must not be lying. He would just say something to comfort them and wait for an opportunity.
Sewing room.
The maid Cailing slowly walked in holding the fabric in her hand.
, the Imperial Master in the room was standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his long light purple hair like flowing water, swaying with a faint spiritual light.
Cailing held the cloth, bowed and said, "Master National Preceptor."
Qi Songhui did not turn around. His tall and straight figure was like an insurmountable mountain. He said coldly: "How is things going?"
Cailing said: "According to the instructions of the Imperial Master, I have put the pollen of Thousand Grass Birds into her tea."
"Have you ever seen her take it with your own eyes?"
"This slave saw Miss Han drinking that cup of tea with her own eyes."
"Cailing, you did a good job. Send the fabric Miss Han selected to the seamstress."
"yes."
The Thousand Grass Bird is a very rare exotic flower and grass that only blooms in the deep mountains of the Realm of Life and Death, and its number is extremely rare.
Each Gu Master will raise a Gu Mother of his own. The Gu Mother is the mother of all Gu and can control the sub-gu caused by the Gu Master. Zi Gu takes orders from the Gu mother. In other words, Qi Songhui wants to use the relationship between the Gu mother and Zi Gu to control Han Ziyue.
The Gu Mother in the hands of Qi Songhao is cultivated with this rare exotic flower and grass. The vitality of the Gu Mother will become stronger after taking the Thousand Grass Birds.
Because the Gu mother has been taking the Thousand Grass Birds all year round, her body is contaminated with the scent of the Thousand Grass Birds. The sub-gu controlled by the Gu Mother like the smell of the Thousand Grass Birds very much. When they smell the scent of the Thousand Grass Birds, they will mistakenly think that Han Ziyue is carrying the scent of the Thousand Grass Birds. There is a Gu mother, and when the time comes, the child Gu will penetrate into her body unconsciously, and eventually she will be controlled by the Gu master and obediently hand over the spirit of the ten gods.
At night, the cool breeze blows slowly on the window lattice, and outside the window is a lush green plant. Wild ginger flowers are blooming, exuding a refreshing fragrance. The vine flowers sway gently in the wind, like a swing swinging in a dream.
Han Ziyue was sitting in the house, adjusting her breath and meditating. Her whole body was shrouded in a white spiritual light. A tiny flying insect slowly flew into the window and landed silently on her snowy neck.
She noticed something strange, stretched out her hand and swatted the unknown insect to death, but there was already a little blood red on the snow-white neck.
The bug was just a scapegoat. The real bug had already penetrated into her body along with the bit of blood on her skin. The poison inflicted by the Gu Master of the Life and Death Domain was hard to guard against, let alone the dignified National Master himself.
Qi Songhui was wearing a light purple robe, standing upright on the grass, with one hand behind his back and the other gently raised, as if feeling the direction of the wind, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, his slender He shook his fingers slightly, and a slight sneer formed on the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph - have you been hit?" The mother Gu on his body has already felt the imminent move of the sub-gu. The sub-gu has been summoned by the host's blood and has begun to quietly revive in the host's body.
He raised his thin chin high, letting the wind blow his noble long light purple hair, his light purple eyelashes were messy in the wind, and his cold and ruthless eyes seemed to be looking towards the end of the sky.
The howling wind blew his misty clothes, seeming to lift him up to the sky. The wind blows the beautiful clothes, and the dream returns to Fuyao.
Above the dark sky, a Tianshan Snow Eagle suddenly spread its wings and flew over. It had a pair of sharp amber-red eyes, a sharply curved beak, and its claws were like hooks. It opened its snow-white wings and fluttered onto Qisong Hui's arm.
Qi Songhui's eyes met those of Tianshan Snow Eagle, and the two seemed to be communicating silently. Qi Songhui soon said:
"I see."
The Tianshan Snow Eagle cooed twice, opened its snow-white wings, fluttered twice and soared away, eventually turning into a little light and disappearing into the night.
He turned around and sighed softly: "The clouds have no intention of coming out of Xiu, and the birds fly back when they are tired of flying..."
Who is the mysterious national master Qi Songhui, and why does he appear in this wild place? And who is his past? Everything is a mystery.
New Moon Festival.
The much-anticipated New Moon Festival was finally held as scheduled. At that time, the entire realm of life and death was bustling with excitement, the sound of drums shook the entire red sea, and the clouds and mist hovering on the Snake God Mountain gradually dissipated.
A shallow crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the snake god mountain acts like it is swallowing the moon. The original moonlight essence seems to be swallowed up by the snake god mountain, and becomes shallow and faint.
With the beating of drums, the bonfire on the sacred fire altar burned more and more fiercely. The maids came onto the stage carrying mahogany trays, and gently served food and poured wine for the people sitting around the bonfire.
Han Ziyue looked around at the hustle and bustle. The firelight reflected on people's faces. Everyone looked extremely happy, drinking and eating meat, chatting and laughing.
On the stage, men and women dressed in colorful costumes sang and danced. It was very lively.
Han Ziyue saw that King Chili's throne was still empty. She felt strange and asked Cailing in a low voice who was pouring wine.
"Cailing, why hasn't your majesty come yet?"
Cailing smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, Miss Han. Before the New Moon Festival is held, your Majesty will go to the Snake King Temple to worship the snake god first, and then he will come here."
"Snake King Temple?"
"It's the temple at the foot of the Snake God Mountain. It enshrines the stone statue of the real body of the Snake God before he emerged. It is said that as long as you worship sincerely, the Snake God can sense it. The Temple of the Snake King cannot be entered casually. It must be small. Only His Majesty and those with high status can enter."
Han Ziyue nodded, raised her glass and drank wine silently.
The distinguished guests represented by Fu Heng sat on the left side of the throne, while on the right side of the throne sat the heads of various tribes in the realm of life and death.
All the sixteen tribe leaders were present, and they raised their glasses to toast the distinguished guests on the left. Fu Heng led everyone to raise their wine glasses in tribute to the Sixteen Tribe Leaders. The two sides looked friendly and harmonious.
Suddenly, a dull horn broke the tranquility, and King Chili Zaimeng was seen sitting high on the soft collapse, being carried over by four strong guards.
In front is the honor guard accompanying the king. The two guards at the front are blowing horns, and the maids behind are carrying peacock screens, crossing left and right, and coming slowly.
The national preceptor Qi Songhui, wearing a red cloak, followed closely.
The red cloak he was wearing today was as gorgeous as Zaimeng's red clothes. The golden thread pattern was displayed on the cloak, and when he walked, it was as if he was wearing a robe of moonlight.
He picked up Zaimeng who was sitting on the couch with one hand, carried her to the throne, and then stepped aside to stand.
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Zaimeng today wears a golden multi-colored flying bird crown on his head, green peacock feathers on his ears, a golden necklace hanging on his chest like flowing water, black smoky makeup on his eyes, and a little red lip. Her pink baby face showed a bit of beauty and coldness.
Zaimeng's dressing up today is so grand, which shows how important the Shuoyue Festival is in the hearts of Chili people.
With the arrival of King Chili Zaimeng, the New Moon Festival has reached its climax.
