Chapter 0106: Scale

When Qu Yunmie went out, Xiao Rong had disappeared.

Standing in the corridor of the Xianbei Palace, Qu Yunmie felt very nervous. He didn't know what Xiao Rong was going to do, nor did he know whether he had handled the matter well. Would Xiao Rong be disappointed in him again?

This uneasiness lasted until he returned to the crowd. He first asked someone to burn down the love house, and then asked them: "Did Mr. Xiao go to see the prisoner?"

The guards blinked and said in unison: "No, Mr. Xiao went to bed."

Qu Yunmie: “…………”*

The person who was anxious was Qu Yunmie, not Xiao Rong. Murong Yan had been locked up anyway, and the magical herb was staying somewhere and would not grow legs and run away on its own.

Of course, knowing that Qu Yunmie did all this for his own health, Xiao Rong felt a little warmed, but he didn't have to do it right away. He hadn't slept for a whole day and night, and if he didn't sleep, he was afraid that he would suddenly die in a foreign country. ... Um, by the way, we can't call this place a foreign country anymore.

Three hours later, Xiao Rong yawned and sat up from some concubine's bed. He was still a little sleepy, but he touched the fabric beneath him curiously.

It’s so soft! There are differences between different silks. The silk used by this concubine is definitely the best quality silk.

After touching it twice more, Xiao Rong suddenly gave a mysterious smile to the bed.

The regrets he had in Jinling could be made up this time. He wanted to take away all the good things from the Xianbei Palace. Not to mention the sheets, he had to find a way to dismantle the bed and take it back to Chenliu. Even if he couldn't use it, he could give it to the old lady at home. Anyway, the old lady wouldn't mind what happened on the bed. ...

Coming out of the palace, Xiao Rong was about to squint his eyes to look for someone when Dongfang Jin quickly came up to him and said, "Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Rong was stunned: "General Dongfang, why are you here?"

Xiao Rong remembered that Dongfang Jin had been promoted, but it didn't matter if he remembered it wrong. For a potential stock like Dongfang Jin, it would be right to call him a general.

Dongfang Jin didn't pay any attention to how Xiao Rong addressed him. He just honestly repeated Qu Yunmie's words: "The king asked me to follow Mr. Xiao. The city is not completely stable yet. If Mr. Xiao wants to go somewhere, I am willing to go with him."

Xiao Rong said, "Okay, then do you know where the Buddha is?"

Dongfang Jin looked at him.

The first thing I did when I woke up was not to ask where the king was, but where the Buddha was, um...

Dongfang Jin smiled humbly: "I know, Mr. Xiao, please follow me."...

Mi Jing was very busy that day. He not only performed the ritual of saving the Zhenbei Army, but also the Xianbei people. The Xianbei people had a mixed belief system. Some believed in Buddhism, some believed in Shamanism, and some, due to their contact with Central Plains culture, had studied the Huang-Lao philosophy. Considering that the Qingfeng Sect had contacted the Xianbei several times, it was possible that they even had believers of the Qingfeng Sect.

Due to such a complex religious environment, not everyone appreciated Mi Jing's feelings. Some people remained silent, while others, seeing Mi Jing sitting on the ground and performing rituals for his dead compatriots, actually spat at him and cursed him with foul language.

The Zhenbei Army could not understand what the Xianbei people said, but Mi Jing could understand them because he could speak Xianbei.

They said Mi Jing was hypocritical and that he was pretending to be a good person. He was clearly a devil like the Zhenbei Army, but he still pretended to be a good person.

Mi Jing is a man with a strong spirit, but he is not strong enough to escape the scope of human beings. Faced with such obvious malice and resistance, he will also have some bad moods.

But no matter how others treated him, he still had to continue doing his own thing firmly. If Xiao Rong hadn't suddenly come to him, he would probably have gone back to rest until nightfall.

For some reason, Mi Jing didn't want Xiao Rong to see him being insulted by the Xianbei people. Xiao Rong was a smart man, and even if he couldn't hear it, he could always understand what those people meant.

After reciting the last sentence of the scripture, Mi Jing quickly stood up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his body, and then went to see Xiao Rong. …

It was already the afternoon, and the weather was cold instead of hot. Xiao Rong stuffed his hands into his gauntlets. He was wearing a gray bearskin cloak, which was also looted from the Xianbei Palace. Although the spoils had not been officially divided yet, Xiao Rong had already tacitly accepted that the clothes were his.

Sitting opposite the Buddhist, Xiao Rong did not hesitate to ask directly, "Have you heard of the sacred objects of the Xianbei people?"

Xiao Rong opposite him looked like a ball, while Mi Jing was only wearing two layers of clothes. Separated by a table, they seemed to be from two different seasons.

Mi Jing was silent for a moment, "Which one are you talking about, the Angu Mask? The Flying Dragon Scepter? Or the Sibihun Divine Grass?"

Xiao Rong: “…”

He looked at Mi Jing in confusion and couldn't help but mutter, "Why do Xianbei's sacred objects sound like game props?"

Mi Jing: "What did you say?"

Xiao Rong quickly shook his head: "Nothing, I only heard about the magic grass, the mask and the scepter?"

Mi Jing hummed, "The Murong tribe snatched it from the Yuwen tribe. The Xianbei used it for sacrifice. These two items have been symbols of power since the tribal era. The person wearing the mask can communicate with the gods, and the person holding the scepter can command all Xianbei tribes."

Xiao Rong sighed. Yes, every country has such a symbol. Xiao Rong was more concerned about another thing: "Is it valuable?"

Mi Jing: “…”

This time he was silent for a little longer, but he still answered Xiao Rong properly: "It is pure gold and inlaid with many gems."

Xiao Rong frowned, which meant that it was not very valuable. He had plenty of gold, so even if the mask weighed several kilograms, it was nothing in his eyes now.

The Xianbei heirloom certainly cannot be melted casually, but if it is left behind, he is a little worried that it will attract the attention of the Xianbei people. Since it is a symbol of power, the Xianbei will definitely want to snatch it back. This is the Xianbei people’s last wish.

Never mind, I'll put it together with the crown of the Queen of Khotan for now, and see if I can collect a few more in the future, put them together for exhibition, and sell them for some Mensen*evening*tidying*tickets. …

After making the decision, Xiao Rong looked at Mi Jing again: "It sounds like you have seen these two things."

Mi Jing: "Indeed, when I was a guest in Shengle, I saw the Xianbei emperor holding a scepter and presiding over a sacrifice."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Rong leaned forward a little: "Have you seen the Xibihun divine grass?"