Deep in the Wei Mansion.

A small bridge, flowing water, withered lotus leaves and dead trees.

Wei Wuyin was lying in a rocking chair, a small red clay stove beside her was brewing tea, and the spout of the copper kettle was emitting hot steam.

"Chen Wujiu is really crazy, and so is Murong Yanran."

Wei Wuyin said unhappily.

"The roof of the temple has been blown off, and yet they refuse to repair it. They insist it's a true example of a dragon descending to earth, and they want to preserve it for people to admire. What a joke! How can you keep a house without a roof? It'll be gone in two rains."

His wife poured tea from the pot and said, "Senior Brother Chen also said that we should build a shed on the roof of the temple to protect it from the wind and rain."

"Bullshit!"

"Where in the world are there dragons?"

"If there is, why doesn't it appear when people are in trouble?"

However, his wife seemed undecided and murmured:

"The dragon can change shape. It can grow or shrink, rise or hide."

"When it is large, it swallows up clouds and spews out mist; when it is small, it hides its shape; when it rises, it soars through the universe; when it hides, it lurks within the waves..."

Wei Wuyin coughed repeatedly, interrupting his wife's chanting.

"Wife, this is all nonsense, just market gossip, don't believe it."

"I, your husband, was there in person. I heard it with my own ears and saw it with my own eyes. You must believe my words."

"Actually, the situation at that time was like this—"

"This ceremony is just like all the other celebrations in the past. There's nothing wrong with it."

"Everything is still business as usual."

"But last night, Lord Murong suddenly sent someone to inform us that His Majesty was ill and could not see the sun or anyone else."

"In order to ensure the celebration can proceed, we had to change the venue to the Hall of Fragrance."

"That's nothing."

"Everything will remain the same."

"But the strange thing is that when Old Chen read the imperial edict, there was a strange sound."

"Strange noises?" the wife asked curiously, sitting down. "The Pixiang Hall is the emperor's bedroom, what kind of noises could there be?"

"Who said it wasn't?" Wei Wuyin shrugged. "At first, I thought I had misheard."

"After all, Old Chen's voice when he read the imperial edict was very deep, so how could there be any other sound?"

"At first I thought I had misheard."

"After all, how could there be such a noise in the palace?"

"I closed my eyes, listened carefully, and tried to find the source of the sound."

"And then I suddenly realized—"

Wei Wuyin's words came to an abrupt end.

"What did you find?" his wife asked anxiously.

Wei Wuyin didn't say anything.

Because he discovered that the sound actually came from the golden steps.

On the golden steps.

There was only Murong Yanran and Chen Wujiu who was reading the imperial edict.

It's impossible to make such a sound.

No...that's not right!

There is another person...

His Majesty?

No, impossible!

Your Majesty is seriously ill, so how could this happen?

"What did you find?" his wife urged again.

Wei Wuyin woke up from his recollection and said with a smile, "Of course someone broke through the Luan Pass. There were continuous noises as they entered and exited. The clear sounds were like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix. The whole hall could hear them."

"Ah? The roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes?" His wife was a little surprised.

"This seems to be no different from the rumors in the market, right?"

"Of course there is no difference."

That secret must remain secret.

Wei Wuyin swore, "When the entire court heard this strange sound, they naturally became concerned for Your Majesty's safety."

"Pharmacist Li was particularly furious."

"Even his hand was on his sword, as if if anything went wrong, he would draw it and rush into the tent to protect His Majesty."

"Then, there was another strange noise, like a strong wind blowing, making it impossible for people to open their eyes."

"Pharmacist Li rushed in immediately."

"But I saw that there was a real dragon lying on the dragon throne."

"Above the real dragon, there is a phoenix hovering above it."

"Pharmacist Li was horrified and immediately called us all in."

"At that moment, a loud thunder roared from the sky, destroying the entire Hall of Incense."

"When we recovered from our shock, the throne was once again occupied by His Majesty."

His wife's eyes sparkled as she asked cheerfully, "Are you serious, my husband?"

"Is there really such a miracle in this world?"

"Of course it's true." Wei Wuyin laughed, "Wife, when have I ever lied to you?"

But this time, I have to lie to you.

"I, your husband, saw this with my own eyes."

"It's not the golden dragon descending from the earth that Chen Wujiu boasted about, but the harmonious singing of the dragon and the phoenix!"

"Then my husband, have you prayed and prayed for our family?"

Wei Wuyin said with a smile: "Of course, how can we not worship such a wonderful thing?"

bye?

Damn it, I’m lucky I didn’t skin that brat alive!

The situation at that time.

He would never tell anyone about it and would just keep the situation to himself.

After he discovered the abnormality, he naturally listened attentively, searching for the source of the sound.

Finally, they naturally found the gauze tent where the emperor was.

The gauze curtain was very thick and I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

But the sound became more and more obvious, intensifying, a dull hum.

Wei Wuyin is an experienced person, so why doesn’t he understand?

Pharmacist Li had already placed his hand on the long sword at his waist, ready to chop that bastard to death at any time.

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