Mu Shuning also wished that Baili Jiyue didn't say a word, he moved the fastest and got into the carriage with a whoosh.

I'm afraid this is the first time since his identity was revealed that he listened to Yan Qingshi's words so sincerely.

Baili Jiyue shrugged his shoulders and signaled to Luo Zhu that he could not do anything.

-

It was probably six or seven years before Mu Shuning's death. At that time, Chu Yuqing had not yet gone down the mountain to practice, and had not yet been involved in the relationship between Mu Shuning and Baili Jinyang, the monarch and minister, and Mu Shuning was still a national teacher above 10,000 people under one person.

At that time, the contradiction between Baili Jiyue and Baili Jinyang was not so deep, and the two brothers were still friendly and friendly in front of the ministers.

That year coincided with Dayin's ten-year ceremony of sacrificing to the sky, and in history, Dayin had never had the important position of a national teacher, so Mu Shuning was destined to show up at this ceremony.

The festival will last for three days, on the first day there is a parade of floats, around the city for six weeks, praying for the wind and rain, and then there is Mu Shuning dancing on the altar to sacrifice the dance of the sky, praying for the blessing of the heavens, and finally there is a blessing from the Son of Heaven, praying for the peace of the country and the people.

The festival was so loud that the floats alone lined up from the gate of the palace to the end of Changming Street. Changming Street is the main road of Yingzhou, which divides the whole Yingzhou City into two, the central axis is symmetrical, and the palace is at the other end of Changming Street, and there is an axis that divides the palace into two halves, which coincides with Changming Street.

The floats are all made of pure gold, and they are filled with fragrant flowers that bloom undefeatedly. There are many faces standing on the float, there are gods and Buddhas, as well as evil ghosts in the underworld, there are golden faces full of kind eyebrows, and there are also green faces and fangs fierce faces, but the results are all gods and Buddhas defeat the evil ghosts, every time the evil ghosts exaggerate that they are dead, the people on the street all cheer. It is the triumph of good over evil.

In front of each float, a pair of boys and girls scatter flower petals to open the way, implying holiness and piety.

The parade of floats alone takes the whole day, and if there is a delay in the process, it may be carried out until the next morning.

If this procession is really not finished, even if the ceremony of the next day is delayed, it must not be less circled, because it will take a few laps, and what programs will be performed, they are all fixed, and if there is a slight mistake, it will be seen by the gods in the sky, and it will be punished.

The parade went smoothly and ended before midnight.

The next thing worth looking forward to is the dance of the national teacher.

There is also a legend in the folk that this national teacher has a fairy-like appearance, and the body is scattered with a strange fragrance, immortality, it is rumored that when he came to Dayin, the sky suddenly appeared colorful auspicious clouds, when the son of heaven Baili Jin Yang personally led the national teacher down the golden car.

In this way, those folk tales have been written.

Mu Shuning glanced at it a few times and was shocked by the contents inside.

It is full of love stories between the National Teacher and the Son of Heaven, poignant and dreamy, and there are even those who say that the National Teacher is actually a woman dressed as a man......

Mu Shuning laughed angrily at these words: "Nonsense! ”

From these words alone, you can see how beautiful the people's illusions are about this national teacher. Therefore, the dance of the festival on the second day of the festival must be overcrowded.

As soon as the auspicious time arrived the next day, Mu Shuning went to the center of the altar to stand a station, and the audience was silent. Today is a great day, the sun is shining brightly, the sky is cloudless, and the altar has the effect of gathering light and concentrating, and this design is generally done to create an illusion, as if the person standing in the center of the altar can connect with the Heavenly Dao and be the chosen one.

At this moment, Mu Shuning stood quietly in the center of the altar with his eyes down, and the light condensed his body, as if between heaven and earth, there was only such a god-like figure as him.

Mu Shu condensed his head, raised his eyes and looked around, his face was solemn, and the red dragon totem painted on his cheeks shone even more, which made his appearance gorgeous, with a different enchantment from the past.

Mu Shuning was dressed in a white feather coat, as white as a handful of fresh snow in early winter. There is a kind of snow-white Chinese spirit bird in the territory of Dayin, only a little bright red at the tip of the beak, since ancient times, the people of Dayin regard this kind of spirit bird as an auspicious omen, an auspicious sign. The feather coat on Mu Shuning's body is made of the most tender and softest of the nine hundred and ninety-nine Hualing birds, and is sewn by the most careful embroiderers in the palace with heavenly silk.

The meaning is holy and auspicious.

The people under the altar didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the immortals above the altar.

Mu Shuning slowly raised his hands and wrapped them in front of him, covering his cheeks with wide sleeves, and bowed slightly to the people below the altar.

Just such an action, I don't know how many people were shocked, and many years later, this scene has been difficult to dissipate in the minds of these people for a long time.

As soon as the crisp rattle rang, Mu Shu stepped forward and took the first step of the dance of worshipping the sky.

The people below didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing any of Mu Shuning's movements.

White symbolizes purity and sacredness, Mu Shuning looked around, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Who would have thought that the national teacher who was high in the hearts of those people and danced the dance of the sacred sacrifice to the heavens would have thought that he was actually a guilty person who was filthy from the bottom of his bones?

The sin mark of the python swallowing the moon on his chest, which symbolized sin, had completely dissolved into his bones and blood, stained his skin, and polluted his flesh.

Baili Jiyue was delayed by some things, and came late, and when he came to see this dance of worshipping the sky, Mu Shuning had already finished the last movement and was about to leave the altar.

Baili Jiyue felt a little regretful in his heart, and was about to leave with regret, when he suddenly saw a person walking straight out of the crowd.

The man was extremely tall, with a gold mask on his face, he didn't speak, he didn't move, he just walked step by step, which made people think that he had a very strong aura, and he was definitely not a good type.

Baili Jiyue was still young at that time, and he only felt that the man was coming towards him, making his breathing a little difficult. He was about to do something to ease his embarrassment, and the man happened to pass him.

Baili Jiyue subconsciously turned around and chased the man with his eyes, and saw the lonely back of the man at a glance.

He walked against the light, and the golden mango brushed his body past, and Baili Ji inexplicably felt that that person was very lonely now.

Obviously, there are so many people here, but no one he has interacted with, no one has a conversation, as if he is the only one in this world.

He was abandoned.

The farther and farther the man went, the more he smiled lightly, he didn't mean to, but the man's back brought him a profound impact.

This person is Yan Qingshi.

When Yan Qing watched the Dance of Worshipping the Heavens, he saw the person he had missed for too long, and he should have returned to Jingqiong Mountain to do what he had to do, but a strong feeling of resistance surged in his heart.

He didn't want to leave, he still wanted to see Mu Shuning more.

Yan Qingshi thought that Mu Shuning had made that kind of big mistake, and as time passed, he would naturally forget this sinful person, and as his teacher, whether he was sorry or disappointed, it would eventually dissipate. But he didn't expect that this emotion not only did not fade with time, but intensified, and he unexpectedly missed Mu Shuning.

He explored the way of heaven, but he couldn't see his heart clearly.

Many years later, Yan Qingshi suddenly opened his mind, what he hadn't put down for so many years, what he hadn't explored, was just the lust that grew the most prosperous in people's hearts in the red dust.

Yan Qing greeted the light when he was in the light, but he couldn't warm him for half a minute.

When he was finally willing to go into the mundane, all he touched was severe pain.

-

Baili Jiyue coughed lightly when he looked at Yan Qing, who was obviously caught in his memories.

Yan Qingshi immediately came back to his senses and found that the carriage was already slowly moving on the road.

The space inside the carriage is quite large, and the cushions and backrest are soft and snow-white rabbit fur, white like clouds on the horizon. Mu Shuning was sitting in the farthest position from Yan Qingshi at the moment, holding a jade slip in his hand and reading.

Luo Zhu sat next to Mu Shuning, the two exchanged ideas from time to time, Yan Qingshi looked sideways, and found that Baili Jiyue was sitting opposite him, looking at himself.

"Is there anything going on with His Royal Highness King An?"

Baili Jiyue shook his head: "It's okay, I just suddenly remembered about that festival." ”

Yan Qingshi looked at him.

Baili Jiyue said: "Master Yan, I just told you, the two of them can't hear it, back then, the person who left after watching the dance of the sacrifice to the sky, wearing a golden mask on his face, is it you?" ”

Yan Qingshi's eyes suddenly became extremely oppressive, cold and cold like a knife, with a strong deterrent force, trying to make Baili Jiyue shut up.

If it was nine years ago, Baili Jiyue might have been really shocked by Yan Qingshi, but now, it's different.

Baili Jiyue smiled: "That's it, Master Yan, now it's just the two of us, what else do you have to hide?"

"Or are you afraid he knows?"

Yan Qingshi glanced at him, turned his head to the other side, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Baili Jiyue laughed softly, thinking that Yan Qingshi's situation was reasonable. The person who really cares about it is to treat it more and more carefully, for fear that what he is doing will disgust him, and then the two gradually drift apart.

Yan Qingshi is now, that's it. Baili Jiyue is a person who understands, he can see clearly.

The carriage was quite comfortable, Mu Shuning looked at Yu Jian for a while and felt that his eyelids couldn't open, he rubbed his eyes with his hands, and asked Luo Zhu, "Luo Zhu, are you still watching?" ”

Luo Zhu hurriedly took the jade slip and said, "Give it to me, I'll look at it for a while, are you sleepy, sleep first when you're sleepy." ”

Mu Shuning had this intention, he handed the jade slip to Luo Zhu's hand, didn't think much about it in his heart, tilted his head and fell asleep against the backrest.

He was really tired, and it didn't take long for him to breathe. And Yan Qingshi, who was closing his eyes on the side, suddenly opened his eyes.

Baili Jiyue looked clear, and he beckoned to Luo Zhu: "Xiao Zhu, come here." ”

Luo Zhu looked at Mu Shuning, and then at Yan Qingshi, suddenly realized, and immediately stood up lightly and moved to Baili Yue.

Yan Qingshi glanced at the two men with warning in his eyes.

Luo Zhu blinked his eyes and said, "Master Yan, don't worry, I will never say half a word, Shuning is asleep, you can do whatever you want......"

"Ahem!" Baili Jiyue suddenly coughed sternly.

Luo Zhu was immediately silenced, and rubbed it over there for hundreds of miles.

The more you say, the more wrong you are, the smartest choice now is to be deaf and blind and then go outside and be dumb again.

Yan Qingshi didn't care about the two of them anymore, he walked towards Mu Shuning's side, and gently pushed Mu Shuning's drooping head onto his shoulder, so that he wouldn't be so uncomfortable to fall asleep.

At this moment, no matter how much Yan Qingshi tried to hide it, he couldn't hide it.

When Yan Qing was young, he just liked Mu Shuning, and liked this junior who was hundreds of years younger than him and had the love of master and apprentice.