Chapter XVIII

It was the middle of July in front of him, and things had become complicated, and Mo Qingqing was also very busy, so he simply came to Murong Mo's room every day.

"Your Majesty." Murong Mo couldn't figure out if the emperor had suddenly opened his mouth in the past few days, and wanted to work extremely hard to govern the Great Dragon Dynasty.

Mo Qingqing sighed, lowered his head, and continued to lie on the soft collapse in Murong Mo's room and watched the twists, this is the latest twists and turns in the past few days, and the big and small things are recorded on it.

"Your Majesty, how do you deal with the affairs of Xuanfeng Kingdom?" Murong Mo was already holding a letter in his hand, this letter arrived yesterday, it was sent from Xuanfeng Kingdom, and there were several words written on it that Mo Qingqing couldn't understand.

There are still a few characters that are different from the Xuanfeng Kingdom script and the Great Dragon Dynasty.

"The general content of the letter is an apology from the King of Xuanfeng Kingdom to you." Murong Mo flipped through the letter paper one by one, and talked a lot of nonsense at length.

Mo Qingqing raised her head: "Didn't I say that he was very angry when I sent Chen Yan back last time, how did he become so humble this time, and he specially wrote a letter to apologize." ”

Murong Mo is not particularly clear, anyway, fire comes from water, water comes from earth, although the Great Dragon Dynasty is not particularly strong, if it is attacked by someone, it will not be so easy to break.

Mo Qingqing calmed down to deal with other things, and in the blink of an eye, a few days passed, it was the day of sacrifice, every year the Great Dragon Dynasty would hold a very grand sacrifice on the Lingxiu Peak on the edge of the summer resort to bless a good harvest in the next year.

Mo Qingqing is an atheist, he doesn't believe that there will be a good harvest every year if he goes to worship twice, and the agricultural society can only be resigned to fate.

Originally, she didn't really want to go, but this is a tradition left by her ancestors, and this rule cannot be broken.

On this day, she changed into a dragon robe, compared to the previous dragon robe, the color of this dragon robe is darker, although it is as golden as always, but the gold is mixed with dark black tones, which looks more solemn.

Qiu Yue helped her tidy up her neckline, and while listening to her complain, Mo Qingqing complained about this feudal etiquette N times.

After preparing the carriage, he took a few important ministers of the imperial court.

There is a temple on Lingxiu Peak, the name Kongming Temple, and the sacrificial rites depend on them.

That is, he went there to recite the scriptures and pretended to be a god.

She was about to say a few words, but when she saw the expression on someone's face, she silently swallowed it back into her stomach.

Lingxiu Peak is a mountain road is not very rugged, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain he did not feel a trace of bumps, to the mountain, an old abbot came out warmly to greet.

This old abbot is not very old, and his age is not much older than how old Mrs. Xie is, but the long beard will make people feel that his age is not so young.

"Your Majesty, the place has been prepared for you." The old abbot is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Yes."

Everyone arrived at the sacrificial ground, and the sacrificial field was only on the far left of Lingxiu Peak, which was also behind the Ethereal Temple, and the feng shui was good.

Mo Qingqing lifted the curtain and secretly looked at this god-like old abbot, looking at this person pretending to be a ghost on his face.

Pouting, how could such a sacrifice be useful.

The old wand was quite alert, and had already noticed that someone was watching him, and she lowered the curtain before his eyes turned to her.

The sacrificial field is in the shape of steps, go up one by one, there is a huge and incomparable tripod on the top, this tripod is old, the whole body is black, the surface has no patterns, only in the mouth of the tripod is carved a giant dragon.

This is the sacrificial Qiankun Ding.

Qiankun Ding is actually useless when it comes to domineering, all the sacrifices must be placed in a tripod, which is called suppressing the eight directions, ** one and four seas, which means that the Great Dragon Dynasty will never be divided.

As Mo Qingqing thought, during the sacrifice, a row of monks lined up one by one, from top to bottom, and at the top was the abbot's senior brother, and his mouth was full of words.

Mo Qingqing almost laughed, this was too funny, a group of people sat on it and talked nonsense.

She lowered her head and smiled, and when she looked up, she saw the abbot, who smiled at her kindly, put his hands together and bowed slightly: "I don't know if the donor, if you are free, the old man has a few words to say to the donor." ”

Mo Qingqing was a little confused, what could this old abbot do with her.

She took Qiu Yue and the abbot back to his meditation room, and the abbot sat on the futon, and pointed to the futon on the ground.

Mo Qingqing sat on it, and the abbot said: "The donor is troublesome to call your maid out, the old man's few words don't want others to hear, I believe the donor will think so after he understands." ”

"Qiuyue, you go out first." Mo Qingqing held his forehead.

"The slave knows." With that, Qiu Yue left with small steps.

"It's always okay now?"

The abbot nodded: "Donor, the old man advises you to find something to give way." ”

"What?" Mo Qingqing was completely blinded and asked her to give way?

The abbot said: "Donor, the old man has calculated that you will have a crisis within four years, the old man just reminded you, as for whether you listen or not, this is the donor's personal matter, the old man can only help you to this part." ”

"So what's going on?" Mo Qingqing hesitated for a moment before asking.

The abbot replied to her with a smile: "The secret of heaven is not revealed, everything is in one thought." ”

"I'm not going to give way." Mo Qingqing pondered for a moment before replying, she still wanted to go home, why should she govern this dynasty first.

The abbot smiled: "Donor, you have to think about it carefully, if your daughter's body is discovered, it will be very troublesome, and ...... Be careful with the people around you, the people closest to you may not hurt you. ”

She pondered what this sentence meant, and heard the abbot say that the sacrifice had been held and asked the emperor to leave.

Mo Qingqing is very depressed, what she doesn't like the most is fortune-telling, and she will be entangled for a long time when she talks halfway.

"You guys go back first, I'm walking around outside with Qiuyue to relax." When Mo Qingqing returned to the palace, he lifted the curtain and said to Murong Mo that it was the wisest way to wander around the streets when he was upset.

"Your Majesty, I'll accompany you, Qiuyue will go back first."

The one who can say this is also Murong Mo.

"Whatever." Mo Qingqing didn't care, Murong Mo got out of the carriage with her, and a small servant led the horse away.

At this time, she had already changed into a moon-white robe in the carriage, and Murong Mo habitually wore a white robe, so the two of them couldn't see the appearance of a rich family when they stood together.

Mo Qingqing was still a little excited, it was the first time to play with Murong Mo, who was the most rigid and paralyzed in the world.

Even if this Murong Mo came out to play, he still posed as a dead face, didn't this guy know what laughter was?

To be continued......