Chapter 58: The Family (1)
When Qingling was a child, because he learned words and was punished, he copied many ancient scriptures in the Bichen Pavilion.
Those obscure words and phrases, what the wonders of heaven and earth, and what things in the world, she couldn't comprehend at all, and she had no intention of studying them.
But now that I think about it, I know what it means to be uneventful, unstoppable, safe and dangerous, and good and bad......
The fourth senior brother often said that when people are born in the world, they should conform to the destiny of heaven and cater to the power of the underworld, rather than deliberately rebelling against the natural arrangement of heaven and earth.
But Qingling couldn't understand why she was destined to be connected by blood with Mu Chen, why did she let them meet and fall in love?
Is this a cruel joke, or does it mean something else?
How in the end should she comply with this destiny?
After thinking about it for a long time, I finally made up my mind gradually......
When Mo Qian mentioned Emperor Hao again, Qing Ling suddenly stopped hesitating and avoiding it.
"Master, I'm ready, you can take me to meet him."
Mo Qian looked at Qing Ling, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, "Okay." ”
Qing Ling reached out and grabbed Mo Qian's arm, pressed his face to the silver hair hanging from his shoulder, and whispered, "Actually, in my heart, Master is my father. Always. ”
Because of the master's severity and punishment, she had slandered and held grudges, and she had also panicked and tricked him, but more than 300 years of nurturing and teaching had already made Qingling have irreplaceable family affection and attachment to Mo Qian. And now, she has to face a completely strange, even insidious and ruthless person who calls him "father".
Mo Qian didn't put on a straight face like Qing Ling did when she was coquettish in the past, but raised her hand and patted her back, and said in a deep voice: "When you see Emperor Hao, you are docile and well-behaved, and try to please him like a master." He's going to love you. ”
Qing Ling said "um", snuggled up to Mo Qian and was silent for a while, then stood up straight, "Master, I've thought about it...... I want to stay in Lingxiao City and be the emperor of Chaoyan Kingdom. ”
There was a resolute look in her clear eyes, "You said that my mother didn't want me to repeat her mistakes and wanted me to live the life I wanted to live...... But how did she know that I wouldn't like life in Sky City? Everyone is different, and what makes her tired of disliking may not make me tired of disliking. Maybe I was born to be competitive, and I wanted to be supreme and powerful. ”
Mo Qian's expression turned cold, "The one who wants to have supreme power, is it you, or Chaoyan Muchen?" Qingling, if you still ...... him"
"Not really!"
Qing Ling interrupted Master, "It's not like that. I have long broken off my thoughts about Mu Chen! Even if I get rid of it again, I won't ignore etiquette and shame! In the future, I will only treat him as a ...... Brother came to look at it. ”
Qing Ling's last sentence was a little difficult, and after finishing speaking, he bit his lower lip tightly, and continued: "I just feel that since God has given me such a life experience, instead of blindly escaping, it is better to grasp it well, so that I have the ability to truly control my destiny!" Master, do you think that as long as I willingly stay away from Lingxiao City, Emperor Hao will not interfere in my life? He was so suspicious that even the ordinary people in the teahouse were talking about it, saying that he was jealous of us Chongwu. If I take the Qingyun Sword and run to Zhanggu Mountain to set up my own portal now, who knows what he will think? ”
Emperor Hao was a king with a strong will and a desire for control, and the most ambitious generation of overlords in the Eastern Continent for thousands of years. As the son of his successor, he competed with his brother for the throne and eventually won. First of all, he married Ji Zhenji, the eldest king of the middle leaf of the north and south, and took advantage of the geographical advantage of the leaf in the south to encroach on the territory of the surrounding countries little by little. Then, regardless of the morality of his in-laws, he gradually suppressed the once dominant Fanye State into a subsidiary of Chaoyan.
He wooed the big families, and used the interests of the family to balance the restraint and achieve the goal of everyone for their own use. He rejuvenated the country by force, worked hard to expand Chaoyan's territory endlessly, and was so strong that Zhang Gu Zhenjun, who was in the line of the Emperor of Heaven, was also eager to marry his only daughter to him.
Some people admire such men, some people despise them, some people think they are respectable, and some people think they are terrible. But no matter what, Qing Ling knew that she had no way to leave Mu Chen alone to face ......
Mo Qian looked at Qing Ling silently, and an indescribable contradictory and complex emotion appeared in his heart.
She is no longer the little baby who cried in her swaddling clothes, nor is she the innocent and naughty little girl who spoils and plays tricks all day long, at this moment, he saw her mother's shadow for the first time in Qingling's expression.
is not only the similarity in appearance, but also the arrogance and determination revealed in the bones and blood, which makes Mo Qian can't help but feel a little stunned, and at the same time has a little faint fear.
His life experience has been exposed, and he can no longer hide it.
Providence is so, and there is nothing wrong with following the trend.
Now that he has already thought about sending her to Emperor Hao, why should he hesitate any more?
Merely......
Mo Qian was like an old monk in his meditation, silent for a long time.
At the end, he slowly spoke: "Since you were a child, Master has deliberately guided you, distinguishing between right and wrong, cultivating your mind, and not fighting for fame and fortune. In terms of heart, you are indeed a kind and simple good child. Now that you have grown up and have your own ideas, Master will not interfere with you. As long as you remember the principles that Master taught you in the past, and don't go against your heart no matter what you do, it may not be a good choice to stay in Lingxiao City. ”
After speaking, his eyebrows and eyes were still drooping, and there seemed to be a trace of unusual apprehension in his expression, and he turned around slowly, "I'll let someone inform Emperor Hao."
Qing Ling was slightly stunned.
She didn't expect that Master would agree with her decision so easily.
Mo Qian is cold by nature, and he is indifferent to most of the world's affairs, but he has always had a kind of disgust that he can't avoid when he fights for power.
She looked at the slightly lonely back of her master, and a kind of intuitive feeling flooded her heart, and in that rare tolerance, there seemed to be something indescribable.
Like, to whom do you feel guilty......
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When Emperor Hao heard that Qingling had recovered from her illness, he was very relieved and sent his cronies to take her into the palace to meet her.
With the help of the palace maids, Qing Ling dressed up simply according to the standards of meeting the emperor, and changed into a light green long brocade robe with silver filigree trim, which made her tall and jade. The broken hair that usually scattered on the forehead and sideburns was combed up, and a flowing cloud bun was made with a butterfly play double-flower silver hairpin inlaid with gems, and the whole person's temperament was immediately dignified and noble.
Led by eight heavenly horses, the body of the car inlaid with gold and jade is printed with the red flame emblem of the Chaoyan royal family, reflecting the luxurious and dazzling light under the blue sky.
Qing Ling carried her skirt and stepped into the car. When he slowly rose into the air, the prosperous and prosperous style of the capital of Chaoyan gradually revealed under his body.
The whole city was divided into two parts, the inner and the lower. The streets in the outer city are listed, the high cabinet giant shop, the tea shop and the wine shop, the pedestrians are endless, and in the inner city, the embroidered household Zhumen, the red mansion painting pavilion, the courtyard is built one after another. The north side of the mountain gradually rises, from the bottom to the top, layer by layer of palace buildings, the golden eaves of the Zhubi wall, the noble and magnificent, a big hall at the top of the peak is even more magnificent, such as the eagle that is entrenched high, proud of the clouds and all beings.
Lingxiao City, Vermilion Bird Palace.
This is where Mu Chen's heart can't let go.
She had thought that one day she would be able to step into this city hand in hand with him, but she never guessed that it would be in such an capacity......
The Imperial Bird flew straight into the enchantment of the Suzaku Palace and stopped outside a temple.
The attendants who accompanied him bowed down and led the green spirit through the outer courtyard of flowers and trees into the hall. The light in the hall was a little dim, and a man in a gorgeous costume and a crown sat on the couch by the window, slowly standing up.
He was dignified, tall, and very heroic. The two lines at the corners of the mouth make the whole face feel a little more sharp. A pair of inky black and sharp eyes, revealing an unpredictable depth, make people involuntarily feel awe and dare not look directly.
Before he saw Emperor Hao, Qing Ling imagined him as very hideous and terrifying in his heart.
A suspicious and ruthless person can kill his own son, and even his wife has no good impression of him, preferring to teach his daughter to be raised by others......
didn't expect that such a person could be heroic and magnificent, and those bottomless eyes were exactly the same as Mu Chen's.
Qing Ling knelt on the ground and saluted according to etiquette, "Your Majesty." ”
Emperor Hao was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to help Qing Ling.
He looked at her again for a long time without saying a word, and sighed faintly: "It's really very similar." ”
Qing Ling was a little nervous and lowered her eyes, "Oh, everyone says I look like a Xuannu...... But I've never seen her. ”
She came with a purpose in mind today, so she deliberately wore a light green dress according to the rumored Xuannu's preferences, secretly hoping that Emperor Hao would be able to think of the old man and not be angry and embarrassed herself.
Emperor Hao's sharp gaze has been fixed on Qing Ling, and at this moment, listening to her answer, with a little simple clumsiness, he completely separated her from the arrogant and noble woman in his memory, and showed a kind smile, "There is a portrait of your queen mother in Huiran Pavilion, if you want to see it, I will let someone take you over later." ”
Qingling once heard someone mention that Zhang Xuannu's single name is the word "Hui". I want to come to the Huiran Pavilion in the mouth of Emperor Hao, most of them were built for her.
Emperor Hao motioned for Qingling to sit down on the red sandalwood couch, and then raised his hand and ordered the palace people to bring fruit and refreshments.
Qing Ling glanced at the desk and saw that they were all the snacks he usually liked to eat, thinking that Emperor Hao had already inquired about things related to him.
A beautiful palace maid brought a water cup, waited for Qing Lingjing to clean her hands, and scalded the teacup and poured tea for her, with skillful movements and elegant postures.
Qing Ling took the teacup and sipped it with his head bowed in a proper manner.
Emperor Hao asked some questions unhurriedly, such as the trivial matters of Qingling's life in Chongwu when she was young, such as her various preferences, and her tone was gentle and patient, which did not seem to be much different from the elders of ordinary families.
If Qing Ling hadn't heard too many stories about him, he might have forgotten his nervousness and rustiness, and gradually became close to him.