Chapter Seventy-One: The Secret Art of Lang Huan Pavilion

As soon as he cleaned up, the old pavilion master came in, followed by a boy in the main corner.

About to enter the palace, it is not convenient for those adult long-term entourage, so they take such an eight or nine-year-old boy with them when they go out.

The little boy carried a burden and packed the things that were important for going out, and he looked smart and neat.

Especially those big eyes, flickering and flickering, are pleasing at first glance.

The old pavilion master saw Concubine Yun give a big salute first, Heng Ying shouted, and the little boy hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Hengying called for tea and gave the old pavilion master a seat.

Don't forget to tell the painting heart to bring the dim sum.

Caimo went and grabbed a handful of nuts, and took two more fruits, and gave them to the little boy to eat.

Heng Ying saw it and felt that the color ink was indeed more careful.

As soon as he sat down, there was no greeting, and the old pavilion master spoke directly: "Hengying, the old man heard that His Majesty refused to pray for rain, what is the matter?" ”

"Old Pavilion Master, don't worry, listen to me."

Heng Ying saw that the old pavilion master was praying for rain, and his heart settled down.

What she had been worried about was another thing, she was only afraid that it was her own delusion, so she didn't dare to say it.

I'm afraid that they will be disappointed again.

"How can the old man not be in a hurry, this year's drought is like this, and there is no rain star after spring ploughing.

If I don't pray for rain again, I'm afraid that this year's crops will be ruined. Didn't he say that he wanted to be a virtuous king? ”

The old pavilion master looked worried about the country and the people, and his brows were furrowed.

Heng Ying put his finger to his lips and sighed, and the old pavilion master also felt that his words were a bit too drastic.

He coughed lightly and continued, "Your Majesty is a rare holy monarch, and such a thing as praying for rain should be taken seriously.

Hengying, have you ever persuaded you? ”

The old pavilion master can only pin all his hopes on Heng Ying now, if he can sway the emperor's opinion, it will be the best.

"Old Pavilion Master, what do you say, as soon as I hear about such a thing, I naturally want to go.

But as soon as I opened my mouth, our majesty, his complexion was not quite right, and he did not allow me to speak again.

Later, when he mentioned it again, he said that Concubine Shu was not in good health, and he had to serve the decoction and had no time to separate. ”

Heng Ying mentioned this matter, and she was also aggrieved.

"Oh, Concubine Shu is sick."

The old pavilion master was quite surprised, he didn't expect that Concubine Shu's body would not get better at this time.

"She said she was sick, I think she was sick of her heart, and it was my heart disease.

However, it should be almost there. ”

Heng Ying is not angry when she mentions Concubine Shu, but she is not an important role.

The old pavilion lord sighed, "Our Hongyin Dynasty attaches great importance to filial piety, if Your Majesty really wants to serve Concubine Shu's decoction, it is indeed impossible to distinguish effort."

But what about the common people? I'm really anxious. ”

"Old Pavilion Master, don't worry, it's not all about me.

I didn't continue to persuade Your Majesty, also because of God, it's going to rain.

You wait and see, it's definitely going to rain. ”

"Oh, oh, the old man believes you, is it watching the sky at night?

In fact, it is best for His Majesty to go, and give the royal spirit to the crops. ”

The old pavilion master was a little awkward when he talked about the king's anger, I don't know if he hated it in his heart, or deliberately made it awkward.

Heng Ying was a little surprised when he heard the old pavilion master talking about the king's spirit.

"You never believed in anything royal before, why do you say such things now?"

"This time, that time, now I have nothing to hide from you.

This royal spirit is just the condensation of the essence of the moon worship everyone, and our secret art family is just a little pediatrics in the world, and the ability to steal the sky and change the sun is still the power of the moon worship sect. ”

"Now that you know the secret of moon worship, what do you think they let me inherit the position of moon worship?"

Heng Ying threw out her troubles, her parents were ordinary people and didn't understand these spells.

The only person she could negotiate with was the old pavilion master.

The old pavilion master tried his best to hide the surprise in his heart, he never thought that Heng Ying would also become a moon worshipper.

"The inheritance of moon worship has always been mysterious, and it is generally passed down by blood.

Your situation is indeed a bit special, your parents are indeed not moon worshippers.

Your mother may have a bit of a root, but she is by no means a disciple of the moon. ”

"That's what I've always wondered...... Why, God chose me? ”

"I don't know, God always has her selfish intentions, since she chose you, you have to bear it.

I pinned all my hopes on Xiaoyi before, but now, I only have you. ”

Hearing him mention Zhong Yilai, Hengying's heart still trembled a little.

Zhong Yi is the young pavilion master of Langhuan Pavilion, he can sing poetry at the age of seven, he passed the Three Classics at the age of ten, he should take the imperial examination for boys at the age of twelve, and he also won the show, he is the first place in the Haojing examination area, and everyone says that he is a rare genius.

But after that, he studied behind closed doors, did not see outsiders, and slowly faded out of people's sight.

Some people say that he is not in good health and needs to use secret techniques to recuperate;

Some people also say that he went to Damati to continue his life.

However, all kinds of legends only cast a veil of mystery over the already confusing facts.

It wasn't until a few years later, when he married Jiang Hanlin's daughter, that people noticed that there was such a figure in Haojing Wangcheng.

I remember that on the day of the wedding, people did not meet this legendary young genius, and all the etiquette was done with a wooden figure.

The people who watched the ceremony were curious, because they had never seen a wooden figure move freely;

But no one objected, after all, the groom is not at home, and there is such a thing as having to complete the wedding.

At that time, because of going to sea, going out for the imperial examination, and for various reasons, some grooms could not attend on time, but the wedding date set in advance must always be completed as agreed, so the general situation is to use a rooster instead of the groom's chapel.

Everyone also had fun, after all, marriage is a combination of two surnames, a union of two families, as for the two little adolescent men and women, it is not worth mentioning, and there is nothing to say if you are not present.

If the woman is sick and goes out, there is a similar practice, but generally does not use a rooster, but stipulates that a crane should be chosen.

Cranes are not available to everyone, so although there are cases of absenteeism, they are extremely rare.

That night, Heng Ying was taken aback when she saw her groom.

Asked him why he used a wooden man since he was in Haojing?

I always remember that he smiled and smiled, with a hint of pride, but his tone was very calm, "There is no special means, how can I show the difference between my Chang Huan Pavilion." ”

Yes, he is always proud of Lang Huan Pavilion.

Even his appearance and his voice are combined with all the secret techniques of Lang Huan Pavilion, and they are resident in Heng Ying's heart.

was in deep thought, but he heard a report from the palace outside: "Congratulations to Concubine Yun, congratulations to Concubine Yun, it's really raining outside." ”