“Send her to Chongyang Mountain.”
As the sound faded, a bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the world as bright as day and revealing Fu Yunchen's pale, ghostly face, his thin lips a deep crimson as if stained with blood.
The lightning disappeared, and the grotesque scene vanished into the darkness, the stench of blood spreading until even Qiao Dongzi could smell it.
'Thump—' He knelt down on one knee. 'Boss, my condolences.'
Suddenly, a bell rang out from the direction of the palace!
It was to summon all civil and military officials to the palace.
Fu Yunchen narrowed his long, heterochromatic eyes and said to Qiao Dongzi, "Have Lao Liu prepare."
Qiao Dongzi's expression instantly turned cold and stern, and he replied firmly, "Yes!"
...
Three days later.
Mu Run sat on the bed munching on a crabapple, which was similar to a crabapple but had a stronger aroma and a sour taste than an apple.
Watching her eat, Qin's mother felt her teeth ache. "I've been pregnant with three sons, and none of them could eat as much sour food as you. One of them even had a particular craving for spicy food."
Mu Run replied, "I also think it's sour, but there's nothing I can do about it. Other fruits aren't as good as this one."
"I've seen oranges being sold recently, do you want some?"
"Okay, okay, I love oranges." Mu Run immediately put down the navel. "Are they selling them now?"
"Yes, I'm going to Old Li's place. He just got some new stock."
"Yes, yes. I'll buy it no matter the price." During pregnancy, there's no need to be stingy; eat whatever you want.
"By the way, it's snowing outside, be careful of the slippery roads."
"Don't worry." Qin's mother went out with her basket.
Not long after, he returned carrying a full basket of bright yellow oranges, but his complexion looked a little off.
"What's wrong, Aunt Qin?" Mu Run asked.
Qin's mother pointed to the sky, "It's collapsed!"
"What collapsed?"
"The sky has fallen!"
Mu Run glanced outside; the snow was white and the sky was gloomy, but nothing seemed particularly special.
"Where did it collapse?"
"The emperor has passed away! Listen carefully, can you hear the sound of bells?"
"..." Mu Run listened carefully and heard what sounded like bells, but it was too far away to hear clearly.
"The Emperor has passed away! All the temples and monasteries in the capital have rang their bells thirty thousand times!" Mother Qin said solemnly.
Mu Run: "Ah..."
How many days will it take to knock on it?
...
The emperor's death didn't affect Mu Run much.
They were more than a hundred miles apart, and it was a remote small county town. Basically, apart from waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne, there seemed to be nothing else to do.
Another issue is that during the Lunar New Year, the whole country is in mourning, so all kinds of festive items cannot be hung up.
Mu Run thought about her belly, and that she would give birth when spring came next year.
Although Yaoyao is small, she is very skillful and has already made more than a dozen sets of clothes, as well as small quilts and mattresses for Murun's children.
They even made a set of clothes for everyone to wear during the Lunar New Year. However, due to the national mourning period, it seems that wearing the new clothes with their fresh colors will have to be postponed.
“Generally speaking, after the emperor dies, the new emperor ascends the throne. Why haven’t we heard any news yet?” Wang Yaozong carried a basin of charcoal fire that had stopped burning.
Yao Yao skipped over to the charcoal brazier, grabbed a handful of chestnuts and put them into the embers, waiting to eat popped chestnuts later. "Who cares who becomes emperor? It's not our turn anyway."
Mu Run smiled and said, "That makes sense. But I heard that the late emperor had no sons, so the new emperor will probably have to come from among his brothers and nephews."
Qin's mother carried a basket of sweet potatoes into the house, with four or five oranges on top of them.
"Old Li said these are the only ones left, and he's giving them to Mu Niangzi."
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