Chapter 93 Chapter 92 I had a full meal last night, so why bother with breakfast...
The carriage was traveling on the smooth official road. The golden-armored guards around it had ferocious expressions on their faces. The bloody murderous aura condensed on the battlefield intimidated those who had ideas in the dark.
A strong smell of blood came, and Gu Shiyan frowned slightly in the carriage, as if he found the smell a bit unpleasant.
Seeing his expression, Mu Congmo quickly sidled up to him and asked gently, "Ayan, are you feeling unwell? Should I ask them to hurry up?"
Gu Shiyan shook his head slightly and rejected Mu Congmo's proposal.
Seeing this, Mu Congmo didn't say anything, but just stepped back and leaned on the cushion prepared in the carriage. He pretended to hold Gu Shiyan in his arms to make Gu Shiyan more comfortable.
Gu Shiyan dodged the hand that Mu Congmo extended, moved to the side, stared at Mu Congmo's heart, and said in a deep voice: "Do you still want your wound to heal?"
At first, Mu Congmo felt a little aggrieved, but when Gu Shiyan said this, he was so happy that he felt like he was ecstatic. It turned out that A Yan cared about him the most.
A wanton smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his eyes to look at his chest. He was wearing heavy clothes, so the scar on his heart could not be seen, but he still felt that the wound was a bit troublesome.
The journey back to Beijing is long. If A Yan refuses to get close to him, then this long journey will be no less than the cruelest punishment in the world for him.
This was indeed the case. Along the way, Gu Shiyan was afraid of touching his wound and was always very cautious. They even slept in separate beds at the inn.
How could Mu Congmo tolerate this? He guessed that A Yan must be dissatisfied with his unauthorized injury, so he was deliberately punishing him.
However, what comforted Mu Congmo was that along the way, Gu Shiyan would use his internal energy to help him clear the blood vessels in his body, so as to alleviate the damage caused to his body by using the Emperor's Sword.
Since internal force needs to be transmitted, physical contact is naturally unavoidable. At first, Mu Congmo had been looking forward to this for a long time. He only had a scar on his heart, and his lips were fine. Thinking of this, and thinking of Gu Shiyan's soft and rosy lips, he couldn't help swallowing.
But who knew that Gu Shiyan was determined to teach him a lesson and just held his uninjured hand.
Gu Shiyan's warm inner energy slowly entered his body. He didn't know how to describe the comfortable feeling, he only knew that this was A Yan's love for him.
The carriage was so warm and peaceful, but outside the carriage the corpses of soldiers were scattered all over the ground.
There was also the symbol of King Ping on their armor, which meant they were rebels.
The soldiers brought by Mu Congmo were silently burying the bodies of the soldiers along the way.
King Ping had been planning a rebellion for decades, but it was put down in less than half a month by the iron-blooded emperor Mu Congmao.
All the soldiers stationed in the capital came out in full force, plus Mu Congmo transferred a lot of soldiers from the coastal Fujian Province, as well as the garrison troops from various prefectures in the Central Plains, totaling a total of 500,000 troops.
They were able to handle King Ping's northwestern army with ease, and with Mu Congmo in charge personally, the former was quickly defeated.
Mu Congmo was eager to get to Gu Shiyan's side as soon as possible. After killing King Ping with his own hands, he handed over the army to General Shen from Minzhou. He took a team of personal guards and several Shadow Dragon Guards to the place where Mo Yu last saw Gu Shiyan.
The latter did not disappoint Mu Congmo's trust and completely wiped out the rebels in just a few dozen days. At this moment, he was waiting for Mu Congmo's arrival at an inn that he had to pass through on his way to the capital.
The garrison troops in the capital were all out, but Mu Congmo was not worried at all about a rebellion in the capital.
As soon as Gu Shiyan left, those aristocratic families took action in the capital, trying to delay Mu Congmo and buy more time for King Ping who was far away in the northwest.
But Mu Congmo was only concerned about Gu Shiyan's safety, so he didn't have the patience to play these boring tricks with them.
No one knew how the emperor dealt with these restive families, but there seemed to be many more corpses in the mass graves outside the capital, and there were fewer officials in the Golden Palace.
The aristocratic family that had been planning for many years could not even last five days in the hands of the furious Mu Congmo. There were no telling how many more prisoners there were in the Shadow Dragon Guard's dungeon, and even Mu Congmo's private treasury became much richer.
All kinds of exquisite jades, poems, calligraphy and paintings, and rare treasures were sent to Mu Congmo's private vault. He just looked at them coldly and seemed not to care, but he had already made plans in his heart that these things would be his dowry.
I think even the wealthy British Duke's family would not refuse such a generous "dowry", right?
After dealing with those aristocratic families in the capital who were like jumping clowns, Mu Congmo anxiously led the army to the northwest, and even personally chopped off the head of his royal brother in front of the battle.
As a result, everyone in the capital was in danger, fearing that they would be included in the Shadow Dragon Guard's list of people whose property would be confiscated. How could they dare to cause trouble at this critical juncture?
Of course, all of this was deliberately concealed by Mu Congmo. He didn't want Gu Shiyan to know his tyrannical side.
The decision to return to Beijing was sudden. There were too many corpses in the northwest, and there was no time to clean them up. That was why Gu Shiyan smelled the bloody smell on the first day.
Mu Congmo learned his lesson and ordered people to bury the bodies around the post station where he was going to live in advance.
Gu Shiyan naturally didn't know Mu Congmo's good intentions. If he knew, he would probably say that the rebels should be killed.
The carriage was still traveling on the spacious official road. After a few days, the group finally arrived at the post station near the capital.
Outside the post station stood many soldiers in black armor. If you looked closely, you could see the word "Chen" engraved on their armor. The spears in their hands emitted a terrifying luster, and the red tassels on them fluttered in the wind.
The leader was a young general with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. His white armor made him look extraordinary.
Seeing the huge convoy slowly approaching, Shen Ze was the first to kneel on one knee. The sound of weapons falling to the ground could be heard all around. The black-clad soldiers also followed Shen Ze and knelt on the ground in a black mass.
The convoy that was originally moving also stopped. Mo Yu stepped forward cautiously, lifted the curtain and walked in. He didn't dare to look at the scene inside the car, and lowered his voice and said: "Your Majesty, we have arrived at the post station, and General Shen is waiting outside."
Mu Congmo lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Shiyan who was sleeping on him. The latter's breathing was steady, his eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes could be seen.
Seeing that Gu Shiyan deliberately avoided his wound and slept so peacefully, Mu Congmo's mouth curled up slightly.
He said softly, "I understand. You can go down."
Mo Yu felt relieved and quietly left the carriage.
The soldiers kneeling outside saw that there was no movement in the carriage for a long time, and there was no dissatisfaction on their faces. After suppressing the rebellion, they knew too well how terrifying the emperor was.
After about half a cup of tea, the curtain of the carriage was lifted from the inside, and a robe with a black background and dark gold patterns came into view first. Just as everyone was about to salute, they were stopped by the anxious Mo Yu with a gesture.
The emperor slowly got off the carriage, seemingly holding someone in his arms, with a smile still on his lips.
As if hearing the noisy sound outside, the man buried his head in the emperor's arms. The emperor gently covered his ears and unconsciously quickened his pace.
The soldiers who saw this scene lowered their heads instantly, and even the leader Chen Ze had a look of disbelief on their faces. When had they ever seen the emperor be so warm and considerate?
However, the young man in his arms seemed to be asleep, and the emperor, who was usually decisive in killing, was very cautious, fearing that he would wake the person in his arms.
Mu Congmo strode into the post station, put Gu Shiyan on the bed first, and after settling the latter down, he secretly left a few Shadow Dragon Guards and walked out.
Outside, Shen Ze was sitting respectfully on a chair, waiting for the emperor's arrival.
Seeing Mu Congmo coming out, Chen Ze was about to stand up and prepare to salute, but he saw Mu Congmo raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to salute.
Mu Congmo was still cold and expressionless. Chen Ze felt much more at ease. This was the emperor he was familiar with. He had only found the unspeakably gentle emperor outside the post station a little scary.
But he still stood there until Mu Congmo sat down, then he sat down too.
"Thank you for your hard work these days." Mu Congmo said in a deep voice.
Chen Ze's face showed an expression of extreme honor, and he said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. It is my duty to share your worries."
Mu Congmo didn't say anything, just nodded lightly.
Shen Ze cleared his throat and whispered, “Your Majesty, a rumor has been circulating in the martial arts world recently.”
Seeing that Mu Congmo looked normal and motioned him to continue, Shen Ze spoke slowly.
"Ru Zun colluded with King Ping to launch a rebellion, and joined forces with the Northern Rong State Master and Master Jingkong of the Huguo Temple to besiege Yue Zun, a thousand feet above Yunliang." After all, he cautiously glanced at the emperor's expression. After all, the Huguo Temple bears the name of protecting the country. As the abbot of the temple, it is not appropriate for Master Jingkong to act on his own.
Mu Congmo's face showed no emotion, but a murderous intent was revealed in his deep eyes. He said in a cold voice, "From today on, there is no need for the Huguo Temple to exist. This matter is left to you."
There were waves in Shen Ze's heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just said yes respectfully.
This Huguo Temple has existed for hundreds of years, and now it is being destroyed just like that. His Majesty is truly ruthless.
Chen Ze lowered his eyes and was about to say something else, but the door of the inner room was suddenly pushed open. He looked over in the direction of the movement.
I saw a young man in white clothes with half-closed eyes walking towards me lazily. His skin was as white as snow, and his long black hair was tied up high with a jade hairpin. One hand was rubbing his sleepy eyes, and the other hand was placed on the door.
He has a slender figure, and even the most ordinary movements appear very noble on him.
Shen Ze was stunned for a moment until a figure appeared in front of him, completely blocking his sight.
The man in the black robe with golden patterns, who else could it be but the emperor who was sitting here just now?
Seeing this, he quickly turned his head away, trying his best to reduce his presence, and even reduced his breathing frequency a lot, for fear of attracting the emperor's attention.
At this moment, Mu Congmo walked up to Gu Shiyan and said softly, "Ayan, did I wake you up?"
Gu Shiyan half-closed his eyes, shook his head, and let Mu Congmo hold his hand.
Then Mu Congmo coaxed softly, "Do you still want to sleep? Why not sleep after dinner?"
Gu Shiyan nodded dazedly, then pulled Mu Congmo to sit at the table.
Mu Congmo couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile on his face, and he followed Gu Shiyan obediently.
Shen Ze, who was standing by, accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and was so frightened that he almost spilled the tea in his hand.
Fortunately, the noise was not loud and did not alarm the two people nearby.
The emperor, who was usually dignified and solemn, picked up the teacup beside him, put it to his lips and took a sip. It seemed that the temperature was a little high, so he frowned and blew gently until the temperature was suitable before handing it to Gu Shiyan's mouth.
Shen Ze was no longer surprised by this, but he felt that in such an atmosphere, it was redundant for him to stay here.
Gu Shiyan took a sip from Mu Congmo's hand, supporting his head with one hand, his eyes dull, as if he had not woken up yet.
Seeing this, Mu Congmo put down the teacup in his hand and was about to put the person on his lap when he saw Chen Ze who had been forgotten by him.
Tsk, it’s really in the way.
"Chen Qing, is there anything else?" Mu Congmo raised his eyes and looked at Chen Ze, his tone as usual.
But Chen Ze only felt that the tone was a little scary. He naturally understood the meaning of the emperor's words, but he was a little hesitant. He still had an important matter to report. If he missed today and delayed things, he could not bear the responsibility.
He said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, some people in the martial arts world say that Lord Yue Zun is actually the prince of the Duke of Yingguo's mansion."
"Oh?" Mu Congmo narrowed his eyes, with a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.
As a strong pressure came, Shen Ze quickly knelt down and buried his head in the ground, fearing that he would anger the emperor who was on the verge of anger.
The Duke of Ying's Mansion is already very powerful, and now there is a Free and Easy Realm Venerable for no reason. Which emperor would not be wary?
Then a cold voice sounded, its voice still raspy from waking up from sleep, "Let them talk. We can't keep this a secret forever."
Shen Ze, who was kneeling on the ground, only felt that the strong pressure from the emperor disappeared in an instant, and only heard the emperor's cold voice: "Get up."
After the emperor said this, he turned his head away and looked at the young man in white with some surprise, as if he was a little confused about what he said.
Chen Ze was even more shocked. It was one thing for the emperor to be so gentle to a man, but this man was the legendary Yue Zun, and now he had become the heir of the Duke of Yingguo's mansion. Did the Duke of Yingguo know about this? Would he agree?
Since Gu Shiyan himself had no objection, Mu Congmo had even less objection, and then Chen Ze tactfully retreated on his own.
After Chen Ze left, Mu Congmo finally got what he wanted and held him in his arms. He said softly, "If Ah Yan doesn't want them to know, I can shut them up."
As for how to shut them up, Mu Congmo did not say. After all, only the dead have the tightest mouths. There is no need to let his A Yan know these dirty things.
Gu Shiyan chuckled softly, his bright red lips and teeth coupled with his wanton smile made him look so bright and charming.
Seeing that Mu Congmo was a little puzzled, he jokingly said, "Why? Your Majesty, don't you want a title in this life?"
Mu Congmo's face was filled with disbelief, as if he was doubting whether he had heard correctly. He opened his thin lips slightly, wanting to say something, but because he was too excited, he only shouted out: "A Yan."
Gu Shiyan found Mu Congmo's expression so amusing that his smile grew even more unrestrained.
The next second, something blocked his lips, and the words he wanted to continue teasing Mu Congmo were blocked.
The next morning, the carriage was ready to set off, but the door of the room was closed tightly and showed no sign of opening.
The guards outside had no idea what was happening inside. They only knew that His Majesty had asked for hot water three times during the night.
They wanted to go in and wake the emperor up, but they were a little afraid, so they could only hesitate at the door.
Suddenly, the door was opened from the inside. The emperor, dressed in an indigo robe, held a young man in white in his arms. The young man collapsed against the emperor, his head buried in his arms, leaving only his long black hair visible.
On the other hand, the emperor had a very satisfied look on his face, and even a hint of smile appeared on his brows.
Everyone hurriedly bowed their heads, wanting to invite the emperor to have a meal, but the emperor stepped straight into the carriage.
I had a full meal last night, why should I have breakfast now?
After dozens of days of travel, the carriage finally arrived in the capital.
At this moment, all the officials in the capital were extremely cautious. After all, the bloodstains in those aristocratic families' mansions had not yet dried.
At the same time, they were a little curious and didn't know whether the news circulating in the world was true or false.
It's not that they didn't ask the Duke of England, one of the parties involved, indirectly, but the confused expression on the latter's face didn't seem fake.
Seeing this, everyone stopped talking. Everything would be clear at tonight's palace banquet.
As everyone expected, the night fell a few minutes earlier than usual today.
Before the banquet, Liang Qiulan held Gu Cheng's hand, and asked with some concern, "Do you think the rumors in the martial arts world are true or false?"
Gu Cheng touched her hand soothingly and said, "No matter whether the rumor is true or not, Yan'er is our son after all."
In fact, he was a little distracted in his heart. Although he had long realized that the identity of the person who took Gu Shiyan away that day was not simple, he still found it difficult to accept that his son suddenly became the famous Yue Zun in the world.
The bluestone pavement in the palace was lined with brightly colored lanterns on both sides. The officials on the road all had smiles on their faces and were polite to each other, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
A woman in a light pink palace dress led the way with a lantern until they arrived at the open-air palace banquet venue.
The throne above was empty, but a young man in white was sitting below the throne.
He propped his head up with one hand, looking somewhat bored. Beside him, the apprentice of the Grand Chamberlain stood respectfully, his face full of respect, muttering something.
But the young man in white did not speak, but just lowered his eyes slightly.
Everyone who saw this situation looked at each other, and they saw shock in each other's eyes.
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