The imperial city of Yiluo Tiandu is located in the very center of Tiandu, its main road extends outward in a radial shape, according to the southeast and northwest is divided into four major areas and eight main streets, the business is prosperous, the crowd is crowded, and the song tower tile is even more lively and lively at night.

The Furi Festival is a major celebration of Ichira. On the sixth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, it is necessary to avoid the summer heat. "The Tian family is hard, when the year is old, cooking lambs, fighting wine and self-labor", because Yiluo has always been heavy on agriculture, so every Furi Festival, the royal family will come forward to the ancestral hall for a grand ceremony.

And the person who presided over the festival was the head of the Mu family, the first family in Yiluo. Mu Jue, the head of the Mu family, is the regent of Yiluo, but since the crown prince Mu Yao resigned as regent ten years after he ascended the throne, Mu Yao was also Emperor Xuancheng named him the Prince of Shou, and carved thousands of acres of land to build the Shouwang Mansion, which can be seen how much attention it has received.

The Mu family has produced many talents in the past ten years, and Mu Cheng, the son of Mu Ci, the Prince of Suide, who was damaged in the war with Dongting, is one of the best. It is rumored that Mu Cheng, the son of Prince Suide, is precocious and introverted, and has been studying since he was five years old. Some people who have seen their true faces sighed after coming back, saying that they are such a handsome and gentle man, his eyebrows are as clear as the ink-splashed landscapes in the south of the Yangtze River, and his charm and temperament are vaguely depressed.

This Furi sacrifice is the third year that Mu Cheng has come forward to preside, and the good deeds are more and more determined year by year that Mu Cheng, the son of Suide, who was raised by King Shou, who has no children under his knees, will be the best candidate for the next head of the Mu family. What's more, Mu Cheng has been crowning for more than two years, but he has not yet married a wife, and there are only two concubines in the house.

Therefore, there are many onlookers in the Fusun sacrifice, and the scene is huge, which is completely comparable to the patrol of the Son of Heaven.

A Furi sacrifice can probably be inferred that there are so many women to be married in Yiluo Tiandu.

Mu Cheng also thought that today's sacrifice must be empty as usual.

The elegantly decorated carriage slowly stopped at the door of the Mu ancestral hall, the servants who drove the car respectfully lifted the curtain, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites, who had already stood respectfully on both sides, greeted Mu Cheng, who was wearing a golden wing crown and a white brocade robe. Everything is ready in the ancestral hall, just wait for Mu Cheng to read the sacrifice and burn incense to worship.

After the lengthy sacrificial text was read, Mu Cheng took the longevity incense, lifted his robe and knelt down in front of the ancestors. At this time of year, there must have been a woman in the crowd of onlookers who screamed his name or simply fainted, causing an uproar. Although he thought these things were boring, it seemed abnormal if the things that happened every year suddenly disappeared.

Therefore, when he heard the uncontrollable exclamations and scrambled words from the surging crowd behind him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. INTERVIEWER This is a time when there is a lack of idols, and it seems that this year's festival is as interesting as ever......

"Impossible, right?

"Really, I heard that a large iron pot has been erected in the open space in front of Haoyueju...... Hey, where are you going?"

"Of course, it's to see the excitement, I've lived most of my life, and I've never seen such a strange story......

"Don't watch the festival anymore, but yes, the festival happens every year...... Hey, wait for me!"

The crowd began to stir, not rushing forward, but retreating like a tide.

The longevity incense in Mu Cheng's hand trembled, the long incense ash fell and almost burned his fingers, he maintained an excellent demeanor and planted the incense unhurriedly, and then turned around and drank to the sky......

The crowd walked for more than half of the time, leaving those women, their eyes glazed over, Mu Cheng smiled, and the faces of those girls turned red......

Only Mingshu, a scholar who has served Mu Cheng for many years, knows that his master is very angry at this time, because his clear eyes are always half-squinted, there is no smile, only hidden anger.

"Have you heard? Someone in front of Haoyueju is cooking people!" Some of those girls came back to their senses and whispered: "Mu Sangongzi is very handsome, but you didn't see Uncle Zhang and his second girl so obsessed with Sangongzi, but just now he ran away without a trace, maybe the person who opened the pot and cooked people looked even more handsome......."

The sun is setting in the mountains, the figures are scattered, and the festival is still solemnly and successfully completed.

Mu Cheng got into the carriage, pursed his lips and closed his eyes, and Mingshu asked cautiously, "Does the prince want to go back to the house?"

"Isn't there a lot of excitement to see?"

When the carriage arrived at Pingnan Street in front of Haoyue, it could no longer pass, and the three outer floors in the crowd were like ducks choked by the neck, standing on tiptoe to watch something. Mingshu had no way to report to Mu Cheng directly, Mu Cheng looked at him coldly, and Mingshu immediately asked the palace guard to open a way for Mu Cheng to go to the second floor of Haoyue Residence. Haoyueju is the Mu family's industry, and the elegant house facing the street can see the situation downstairs clearly.

A large iron pot was set up downstairs, and a thin wooden board was laid in the pot, and sure enough, there was a beggar-like man* immersed in it, and the man had many poisonous sores on his body, and in some places even pus, and a man in white who looked like Lang Zhong stood quietly with his head bowed his head, and the man who had been bending over to add firewood raised his head and said to Lang Zhong in white at this time:

"Lu Siqing, you can't cure him if you give him three days, if I win this time, you remember to call me aunt!"

The voice is crisp and smart, with a bit of girlish coquettishness, as if a pearl falls into the jade plate, which is very pleasant, and like raindrops falling on the banana leaves, and then merges into a shallow flow of water into your internal organs, which makes people extremely comfortable.

The first time Mu Cheng saw Mei Ziyan, he couldn't see her face clearly, because the woman's face was covered with a layer of white cloth, the dusty cloth skirt, her hair was tied in a bunch and wrapped around the back of her head, and she grabbed two chopsticks as hairpins for convenience.

But that voice is damn good.

Mu Cheng shook his head, what if the voice was good?

The beggar in the iron pot shouted hot, and Mei Ziyan waited until the firewood was almost burned, and asked someone to help move the beggar in the pot out and put it on a large wooden board on the ground. The next thing that made people stunned was that Mei Ziyan opened the small wooden box she carried with her, took out a set of silver-shiny and strangely shaped utensils from it, let the beggar bite a piece of cork, picked up a palm-sized curved dagger and began to scrape off the abscesses on his body, with a clean and neat technique.

"Lu Siqing, come over and help. Mei Ziyan didn't turn back and stretched out her hand: "Give me a piece of cotton cloth." ”

After the abscess was removed, she directly sprinkled the powder to eliminate the rotten flesh, and the cold sweat broke out on the beggar's forehead, she didn't frown, and she bandaged it in one go without a trace of hesitation. An hour passed, and after the abscess on the beggar's body was treated, Mei Ziyan took out the golden needle and injected it on his different acupuncture points, and said to Lu Siqing:

"It's not enough for you to prescribe medicine to him, in addition to detoxifying the blood, it is also very important to eliminate the ulcers and prevent them from spreading. In three days, I'll wait for you to call me Auntie. ”

This voice seems to become more familiar the more you listen to it.

Mu Cheng suddenly remembered that day when he went to Yuanjue Temple to see Shen Biyan.

Bi Yan wants to enter the palace, which is expected. Shen Dingkun, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, is now in jeopardy in the court, the Dongfang family and the Mu family have been fighting for a long time, and the Dongfang family has been pressuring him to take a stand, and he originally thought that his daughter Shen Biyan could become the princess of Suide, and he had the heart to move closer to the Mu family, but the Mu family did not give him a clear attitude. So he had the plan to send his daughter into the palace as a concubine, on the one hand, it was just to force Mu Cheng to express a state, Shen Biyan and Mu Cheng childhood sweethearts, love is getting worse, if he can become the mother of the Mu family, he can avoid his worries.

However, since Mu Cheng Guanli, he is often in a situation where Shen Biyan is about to leave, and a few months ago, he actually wrote to Emperor Mu Yao of Xuancheng in a shocking way, and wanted to propose marriage to Sima Yanran, the county lord of Xuanyang Wangfu in the Eastern Court, and even the bride price was ready.

The government and the opposition were in an uproar, and Shen Dingkun was furious and sent his daughter to run as a show girl.

Mu Cheng thought that the Xuanyang Palace's mansion would refuse this matter, or at least drag it out for a year and a half, who knew that in less than a month, the letter of request was stamped with the national seal, and the lord of Yanran readily agreed to the family affair, and sent a token to conclude the Mandarin Alliance-a Tianshan Snow Horse.

The future head of the Mu family was faintly depressed, things were originally in his plan, but they were so smooth that people felt uneasy. He still remembered that his most respected uncle, Shouwang Mu Jue, solemnly asked him if he had any other plans for this marriage, and he just laughed at himself, with a little coldness, and said:

"Why should Uncle Wang think about it too much? Even if my nephew had to worry about what happened back then, he didn't have the ability to care about it. Since the county lord of Xuanyang Wangfu can let go of his past suspicions and commit himself to marrying, his nephew will treat her well. ”

Yes, he will treat her well during his lifetime, and even build her a magnificent mausoleum, and prepare a large number of jewels and jade maids, so that she will not be lonely in the future.

Sima Jiyao, the king of Xuanyang in the East Court, is said to love his daughter as much as his life......