Chapter 66 Chapter 65 (Little Story Play) Love Letter...
Mu Congmo stood up. Hu Xian, standing beside him, understood and clapped his hands in the air a few times. The next second, several palace maids filed in, carrying black lacquer and gold-painted trays. On the leading tray lay a moon-white robe, neatly folded, embroidered with mountains and rivers in silver silk thread.
Mu Congmo opened his arms, and several palace maids quickly stepped forward to change the emperor into today's clothes. Their movements were meticulous and careful, for fear of angering the emperor by any carelessness.
Their movements were expert, and in a matter of moments, the moon-white dragon robe was snugly fitted on Mu Congmo. A closer look revealed a small crescent embroidered in dark gold thread on the chest of the robe, a design Mu Congmo had clearly specified.
Seeing this, Hu Xian hurried forward and tied a mutton-fat jade belt with a swirling dragon pattern on it for Mu Congmo. Standing in front of everyone at this moment was the true ruler of the world, the Supreme Being, with his imperial majesty fully displayed.
"Let Meng Heguang wait in the outer hall." It was hard to tell whether Mu Congmo was happy or angry in his tone, but Hu Xian, relying on his intuition from serving the emperor for so many years, still felt the emperor's impatience.
He pondered for a moment, then smiled slyly and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, would you like to have your meal first?"
Mu Congmo glanced over, and Hu Xian instantly lowered his head. Mu Congmo knew that the two of them were competing, and he didn't bother to ask about such a trivial matter. It was just that he didn't have an appetite at the moment. Plus, Meng Heguang was a relatively steady person, and he wouldn't normally do something so unruly. Perhaps this incident really made him feel at a loss as to what to do.
Mu Congmo said nothing and walked towards the front hall alone. Hu Xian saw that the emperor had no intention of blaming him, so he hurriedly followed him, cursing in his heart, "Tell me, you rotten mouth, how did you anger the emperor twice today?"
Before this, the young eunuch had brought the person to the outer hall according to Mu Congmo's instructions. Meng Heguang was sitting on a chair, holding the tea that the young eunuch had just served him.
The cup was made of flawless white jade, and one could vaguely see the emerald green tea inside, its fragrance intoxicating. Meng Heguang, a self-proclaimed scholar, loved the elegant art of tea tasting, and such fine tea could only be enjoyed in the palace.
But at this moment he had no intention of savoring the tea. He put down and picked up the teacup again and again, looking around, not knowing what he was looking at.
Suddenly, there was a series of continuous footsteps. The person leading the group was the emperor he was waiting for. The moment he heard the sound, he stood up and knelt to salute, until the silver-white hem of his robe flashed before his eyes.
Mu Congmo came to the armchair at the top, waved his clothes, and sat down with his legs crossed.
The emperor remained silent, and Meng Heguang dared not move, but Mu Congmo had no intention of paying any attention to him. He picked up the teacup on the table, first brushing away the tea leaves with the jade lid, and then held it to his lips. The fragrant tea moistened his lips. His movements were slow and measured, as if he had long forgotten that Meng Heguang was kneeling below him.
After savoring the tea carefully, Mu Congmo casually put the cup back. The cup made a crisp sound when it collided with the cup holder. Mu Congmo seemed to have just noticed Meng Heguang kneeling below. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a playful voice sounded: "My dear Meng, please get up. I really want to know how urgent the matter is to make you make a fuss in the palace so early in the morning."
Meng Heguang did not stand up. He smiled bitterly in his heart. If possible, he did not want to offend the emperor so early in the morning, but he really had no say in this matter.
He seemed oblivious to the discontent in the emperor's tone and continued, "Your Majesty, the Northern Rong sent a letter a few days ago stating that the Third Prince of the Northern Rong would come to our court with the Imperial Preceptor to meet His Majesty."
After saying that, he carefully observed the emperor's expression. Mu Congmo's expression remained the same, and even had a hint of impatience.
Seeing Meng Heguang like this, Mu Congmo felt inexplicably irritated, so he started to scold him, "He's just a prince of the Northern Rong. Why are you so flustered? How much trouble can they cause in Daliang?"
There was more contempt in his eyes. How could anyone be an official in the court?
Meng Heguang disagreed. Mustering up the courage to refute the emperor for the first time, he knelt upright, "Your Majesty, according to the letter, the Third Prince of Beirong and his entourage must have secretly set out long ago, but only sent someone to deliver the letter just before entering the capital. This is a conspiracy that must be guarded against, Your Majesty."
Seeing the emperor remained unmoved, he continued, "Furthermore, the newly appointed Imperial Preceptor of the Northern Rong, Huan Zai, is a powerful figure in the Free and Easy Realm. Master Jingkong of the Huguo Temple returned to the capital a few months ago, but he is currently in seclusion. No one in the temporary palace can stop a powerful figure in the Free and Easy Realm. Your Majesty, please return to the capital as soon as possible."
Mu Congmo sat up with great interest, one hand supporting his chin, as if he was thinking about something. Then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a majestic voice sounded: "Bei Rong State Master? Who is he? What if he is a powerful person in the Free and Easy Realm? After all, this world belongs to me."
Meng Heguang tried to say something else, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mu Congmo. "The previous Northern Rong Imperial Master, Zhu Zhe, was rumored to be a big deal in the martial arts world, but in the end, he was killed by Yun Zun of Yunliang Qianchi on the Northern Rong border. He was just a clown, so why should he be afraid?"
"But didn't Yue Zun die in the battle with the previous Beirong State Master? As a result, Yunliang Qianchi was sealed off for three years and only reappeared a few months ago." Meng Heguang retorted subconsciously.
For some reason, as soon as he finished saying these words, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped. Mu Congmo's eyes were cold, with an uncontrollable murderous intent. At this moment, Meng Heguang was already a dead man in his eyes.
This incident had always been a painful memory that he didn't want to recall, and now it was spoken out by Meng Heguang. After a moment of irritation, he calmed down and the image of Gu Shiyan emerged in his mind. The boy's every move told him that he was not dead, and he was standing in front of him alive.
It was a hot summer day, but a sudden chill made Meng Heguang shudder. Then the air vanished. The fear in his heart and the murderous gaze not far away told him that this was not an illusion.
He was still completely bewildered, unsure how he had angered the Emperor. However, Yue Zun's death had been a hot topic in the martial arts world for years, and many mourned the young genius. Initially, some people didn't believe it, but then Yunliang Qianchi vanished, along with the entire mountain, confirming the rumor.
Although Mu Congmo was no longer angry, he still felt that his words were a bit unlucky. He originally wanted to explain, but then he thought, maybe A Yan didn't want others to know his identity? Moreover, there were only a few people in the world who knew about the other person's dual identity. Mu Congmo thought of this and regarded this as a secret between the two of them, and was filled with joy.
He didn't explain, but simply said in a dignified voice, "I am the Son of Heaven. Why should I be afraid of a state teacher from the Northern Rong? How could Lord Meng even say such a ridiculous thing? I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for them here."
"Since the Third Prince of Beirong is so eager to come to our Daliang, we should also do our best to be hospitality. Let people keep an eye on the cities from Beirong to the capital, so that we can make preparations early and properly welcome His Royal Highness the Third Prince who has come from afar, right?" Mu Congmo's words sounded high-sounding, but Meng Heguang could hear some excitement in the emperor's tone.
Meng Heguang remained kneeling on the ground, unwilling to rise. He wanted to persuade Mu Congmo again, but Mu Congmo was determined, and there was no way he could persuade him.
Mu Congmo looked at Meng Heguang kneeling on the ground, and did not give him another chance to speak. He just waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I have my own plans for this matter. You can go down."
The kneeling figure in the hall stood up, and before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at the emperor. The emperor picked up a pen and paper from the table, writing something, without even glancing at him. He could only sigh helplessly and retreat.
What was Mu Congmo doing? He picked up the fine rice paper from the table, rubbed it in his hands for a while, and then frowned unconsciously, as if the quality of the paper did not meet his expectations.
Then, Mu Congmo's somewhat anxious voice came from the empty hall: "Mr. Hu, go and get my golden paper."
Then, Eunuch Hu Xian brought a sealed rosewood box and respectfully presented it to Mu Congmo. Mu Congmo opened the box and found the gold paper he wanted.
He picked up a few of them and gave Hu Xian a look, and the latter walked away tactfully.
The gold paper was soft in texture, very small and convenient, and had some patterns and gold foil on it. Seeing this, Mu Congmo nodded in satisfaction.
He rolled up his sleeves on both sides, revealing his strong wrists. He picked up the brush beside him, dipped some ink in the inkstone, raised his hand to write, but for a moment he was stunned in mid-air.
Even though he had thousands of words in his heart, he didn't know what to write at the moment. He thought for a long time before he started writing.
"Ayan:
"One day without seeing you, I miss you like crazy. Today, the Minister of Rites said that the new Imperial Preceptor of the Northern Rong will soon arrive at the palace. However, I don't have any powerful Free and Easy Realm experts with me. I wonder if A Yan would be willing to come?"
A few words couldn't express his deep longing. In fact, this letter was a test. He pretended to be afraid and wronged, just to see if the young man had his heart. As for the so-called Northern Rong State Master, as he had said to Meng Heguang, he didn't take him seriously.
The Mu royal family has been able to sit firmly on the throne for so many years, so they naturally have some foundation. If they can easily shake the emperor's position with just a mere Free and Easy Realm, then it would be a bit unrealistic.
After carefully reading the golden paper several times and pondering it in his mind, he finally summoned the black jade from the dark, "Personally deliver this letter to Gu Shiyan at the Duke of Yingguo's mansion. Remember, act in secret and don't let others find out."
Mo Yu took the letter, responded, and disappeared from the spot.
Mu Congmo was still conflicted. He couldn't bear to let the young man travel so far, but now was an excellent opportunity to test the young man's feelings.
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