Chapter 68 Chapter 67 Provocation
It suddenly occurred to him that since His Majesty asked him to deliver the letter to Master Gu when the Northern Rong State Master was about to arrive, did His Majesty also guess Master Gu's identity?
Hua Ling looked at Mo Yu awkwardly, and asked hesitantly, "You... weren't hurt just now, were you?"
"I'm fine. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, young lady." Mo Yu felt a little embarrassed. After all, he had intruded into someone else's courtyard late at night. He quietly scanned the room. Gu Shiyan seemed nowhere to be found, and then a wave of fear washed over him. His Majesty hadn't previously informed him that Young Master Gu was Yue Zun. If he had accidentally woken Young Master Gu today, he would have been in danger.
Fortunately, Master Gu is not here today. If he is not here, what should he do with the letter in his hand?
He looked at Hua Ling, his movements somewhat awkward, his tone slightly embarrassed. "Miss, could you please tell me where Master Gu is right now? I'm here to deliver a letter to Master Gu on the orders of His Majesty."
Hua Ling's eyes were evasive, and she looked a little guilty. "Our young master...he, he's not at home today. He will be back in a few days."
After that, he finally noticed Mo Yu's mention of sending a letter. His curiosity suddenly piqued. What letter? Could it be a love letter? What exactly happened between the two of them in the palace? How could it progress so quickly? Hua Ling was scratching his head anxiously.
Mo Yu's tone was a little anxious. "Is Master Gu still in the capital? His Majesty has ordered me to personally deliver this letter to Master Gu."
Hua Ling didn't have time to think about what was in the letter. She said bluntly, "My master is not in the capital at the moment. If you trust me, you can give me this letter for safekeeping. When you return to the capital, I will definitely give it to him."
"Where did Master Gu go? I can go find him." Mo Yu stood up anxiously, as if he would set off immediately if Hua Ling could just name a specific location. The Beirong Imperial Preceptor was about to arrive at the palace. Although they had a trump card in hand, the emperor's safety was too important for even him to be complacent.
Hua Ling's expression showed some hesitation, as if she was struggling with herself for a while. Finally, she said helplessly, "We are thousands of miles away. If you have something important to do, it will be too late."
Mo Yu's excitement faded, and he calmed down. If he waited until he had returned from his thousand-mile journey, the Northern Rong delegation would likely have already left. He was now at his wit's end, so he could only retrieve the gold paper Mu Congmo had given him from his chest. He wrapped it in oil paper and covered it with gold lacquer.
He solemnly handed the envelope to Hua Ling and said seriously, "This letter is extremely important. Please give it to Master Gu as soon as he returns."
Hua Ling accepted the envelope and nodded seriously. She was about to say something, but Mo Yu turned and left as if something urgent had happened. His movements were so swift that only a shadow remained.
Hua Ling looked at the envelope in her hand, and the absurd thought just now came to her mind again. She couldn't help but feel extremely curious about the contents of the envelope. She could only pray in her heart that Gu Shiyan would come back soon so that she could know the contents of the envelope sooner.
On the other side, after Mo Yu came out of the Duke's Mansion, he secretly entered the palace. During this period, he deliberately released his internal force to attract the Shadow Dragon Guards on duty.
The latter naturally knew him, but he still checked the imperial warrant on him. Mo Yu's figure went straight into some secret palace.
When he emerged, he carried an ancient wooden box on his back, still engraved with the dragon patterns used by the emperor. Mo Yu's expression was somewhat solemn, clearly indicating that the item he carried was extremely important, and he would not allow anything to happen to it in his hands.
Fortunately, he entered the capital secretly and no one stopped him on the way back to the palace. He finally arrived at the palace safely and handed the things to Mu Congmo.
The emperor simply glanced at the wooden box, then asked somewhat disappointedly, "Did the letter reach him? Why didn't he come with you? Doesn't he want to see me?"
Mo Yu actually saw a broken feeling in the emperor. The emperor in front of him had lost his former sharpness and looked like a pet that was casually abandoned by its owner. There was even a hint of grievance in his eyes.
He knew that such a situation was not something he could bear to see. His already lowered head lowered even lower. He felt his soul undergo a tremendous shock and wailed inwardly, "Your Majesty, is this truly something I can bear to see?"
In fact, this cannot be blamed on Mu Congmo. He just didn't see Gu Shiyan's figure behind Mo Yu, so he felt a little lost for a moment and couldn't control his emotions.
Mo Yu panicked, fearing the Emperor would start imagining something else. He quickly explained, "Your Majesty, it's not that Young Master Gu is unwilling to come, but he's not in the capital at the moment. I had no choice but to take the initiative and hand the envelope to Young Master Gu's maid. Your Majesty, please punish me."
Mu Congmo's attitude further confirmed Mo Yu's belief that Gu Shiyan was Yue Zun. He had initially worried that the emperor would be dissatisfied with him for casually handing the envelope to someone else. However, he had seen from that day that the relationship between the two was not that of an ordinary master and servant, but rather something deeper. He initially considered adding the word "intimate" before the maid's name, but thinking of the emperor's tendency to get jealous, he decided against it.
As expected, the emperor was completely focused on the fact that Gu Shiyan was not in the capital at the moment, and did not care who he gave the envelope to.
Why did A Yan suddenly leave the capital? Did he have a plan in advance, or did he guess that he had learned his identity and left the capital? Mu Congmo didn't dare to think too much, and felt a little sad. This feeling lasted until the banquet.
The sound of musical instruments in the hall began to play again, and Mu Congmo was brought out of his thoughts. Since A Yan had left his maids in the capital, he would definitely return. Perhaps Yun Liang Qian Chi had some urgent matter. He consoled himself with this thought: at worst, he could just go to Jizhou again and personally fetch the people.
His impatience deepened again. He felt that the Beirong delegation was a bit annoying. If it weren't for them, he could have secretly left the palace and gone to Jizhou.
At this time, several men in foreign costumes suddenly came to the front of the hall. The leader was a man who had just reached adulthood. He was wearing a strange silver-white costume embroidered with many wolf patterns. His hair was not tied up with a crown or hairpin like the people in the Central Plains, but was let down. His jet-black hair was scattered on the silver-white costume, and the silver accessories on his head made a crisp sound.
The man following closely behind him had a strange expression on his face, looking rather formidable. His clothing was a thick brown, very similar to the color of earth, and the patterns on it were so twisted that it was hard to tell what they were, like tangled vines or a bunch of writhing insects.
His complexion was flawless white, like the unmelted snow on the mountains for centuries. Although he wasn't small, he stood out among the tall, dark-skinned Northern Rong people. His expression was unconcealed, and his eyes swept across the crowd, filled with mockery and disdain.
Mu Congmo sat at the head of the table, clearly seeing the emotion in his eyes. A flicker of sneer flashed through his mind. Is that all? A mere Northern Rong Imperial Master, yet he dared to act so contemptuously, even somewhat deliberately imitating Gu Shiyan's arrogance. Mu Congmo was somewhat displeased. How could such a person dare to imitate his A Yan?
It was really ridiculous. He couldn't even compare to half a hair of A Yan. Then he realized that he didn't like A Yan's hair either, so he couldn't compare it with someone like him.
While they were thinking, the group of people walked to the center of the hall. The third prince, who was in the lead, only half bent his body and saluted Mu Congmo, while the national teacher behind him did not even bend his body.
"Wu Guangxi of the Northern Rong greets the Emperor of Daliang." The Third Prince of the Northern Rong spoke without a trace of respect. If Jing Ziping were here, he would surely recognize this man as the one he had met at the Northern Rong border.
The ministers were somewhat indignant, muttering, "They are barbarians after all, they don't know the slightest bit of etiquette."
Upon hearing these words, the Northern Rong State Master glanced over, and the speaker froze in shock at the intense murderous intent in his eyes. After a moment, he withdrew his killing intent and turned to look at the other person with a smile. The man was a little frightened, and found the smile terrifying.
Mu Congmo just watched the actions below coldly without saying a word. In fact, he felt a little contempt in his heart. Is this the waste raised by a noble family? Being scared like this is really a disgrace to Daliang.
"The Third Prince has come from afar, so please take your seat first." Mu Congmo spoke coldly, without even a polite smile on his face.
Huan Zai was led to a lower seat by the eunuchs. He watched Wu Guangxi ascend the imperial steps step by step. He felt no displeasure, and even a little complacent. Everyone said that the Daliang Emperor, though young, was extremely cunning and tyrannical. Now, it seemed that he was also timid. Unfortunately, at this distance, if he wanted to take action, no one would be able to stop him.
As the Northern Rong delegation entered, the palace gates were about to close. They simply watched as the gates slowly closed, unfazed. Their Free and Unfettered Realm was their greatest confidence. They even felt a tinge of disdain. Was the Daliang Emperor trying to play a game of catching a turtle in a jar with them? It was unclear who was the fisherman and who was the turtle.
Wu Guangxi was the first to stand up, picking up the copper cup filled with wine. He saluted Mu Congmo from a distance, his tone somewhat provocative, "I've long heard that His Majesty Daliang is extraordinary and valiant. I've long admired him, but I'm a little disappointed to see him today."
The provocative meaning in the words is already very obvious, which simply means that Mu Congmo is not as rumored.
But Mu Congmo didn't seem angry. He picked up the wine glass in his hand, shook it in his hand, gave the other party an impatient look, and said in a calm tone as if he was talking about a trivial matter: "Bei Rong has sent letters to me many times before, saying that they want to negotiate peace with me. Unfortunately, I have no intention of negotiating."
"It turns out that he didn't know. It was because the Third Prince has admired me for a long time. This is why I let down the Third Prince's bitter smile. As a result, the Third Prince sneaked into Daliang just to see me. In this way, I am sorry to the Third Prince." The wine glass in his hand was still shaking. Mu Congmo didn't even give Wu Guangxi a glance, and just talked to himself.
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