The procession crossed a vast grassland and came to the royal court of Agus.

"Stand out here for a while, and I'll go in and tell the Great Khan." After Qi Zhen finished speaking, he walked into the yurt and went in and out alone.

"The Great Khan, please, let you stay."

Su Quan and Ma Gongzi performed a Mobei etiquette, so as not to be suspected.

Qizhen took them to another yurt, and when they went in first, it was empty, and after a while, several slaves with anklets were taken in, so frightened that Su Quan didn't know what was going on, thinking that his identity was exposed, and he took a few slaves to be locked up together.

"The Great Khan has an order, ordering you to learn the art of making tea from this tea master, you must be proficient in it, and brew the tea flavor that the Great Khan wants, otherwise be careful of your dog's life!"

"Yes, yes!" The slaves responded in fear to the order of the priest.

Qi Zhen turned to Ma Gongzi and spoke, and changed his face with a smile, "Liang Gongzi, you don't hesitate to teach!" ”

"Yes, it's good to be happy."

Su Quan watched Ma Gongzi's flattery from the sidelines, thinking that it was okay for the noble prince to smile at the enemy, and he had to be polite when necessary, which was really embarrassing.

There are also slaves in this house, and the prince wants to be their master, which is probably the most blessed slave in history.

After Qizhen left, these slaves lowered their faces and held their breath one by one, and sat on the ground without love, and Su Quan asked what was the matter with this group of slaves.

One of the slaves had blood stains on his clothes, and he was supposed to have been severely whipped. He stood up and was indignant, "We are all subordinates who have made some small mistakes, and the sin does not lead to death, but the Great Khan's infatuation with tea has reached the point of madness, and he ordered people to find people who are proficient in tea art all over the world, and we have to make a cup of Shengxue tea after learning, and the taste and style of tea must also conform to his favorite taste." What is Shengxue tea, you are rare, we haven't seen it or haven't seen it, how to cook it? Every other year, we slaves take turns pouring tea for him, but the taste is unsatisfactory, and we all lose our lives! How many people have died in the past few years, and no one has ever returned alive at the tea party! ”

Most of those slaves were frightened, and now some people came forward to settle their grievances, and outsiders visited, and they all echoed it.

Ma Gongzi and Su Quan had never heard such a strange thing, so they hurriedly sighed and asked, "What is Shengxue tea?" Why did the Great Khan have a soft spot for this tea, and why did this matter come about? ”

The slaves shook their heads neatly, knowing nothing.

A slave asked mysteriously, "I heard that you were sent by the Liangxiang Tea Workshop?" ”

Su Quan felt that the problem was not ordinary, and gestured to Ma Gongzi, as if there was another story here.

"Yes, we are from Liangxiang, what's wrong?" Ma Gongzi asked.

The slave's answer was not like a big story, muttering "Liangxiang Tea Shop is quite famous, every time the Great Khan sends someone to invite no one to come, but the Great Khan unexpectedly respects them, and they are politely invited without abduction or tie-up, and it is strange that this time you are willing to take the initiative to come, if you come early, it will not let so many people die because of tea." ”

At the end of the words, there is a complaining tone.

Su Quan and Ma Gongzi became more and more surprised in their hearts, afraid that they would not ask more questions without showing their feet, so they only smiled and did not answer. Ma Gongzi fiddled with the tea he brought from this trip and pretended to teach them.

During the tea teaching, Ma Gongzi couldn't help but ask again, "You made a mistake before you were rushed by the Great Khan to learn tea, why did you die because of a little mistake?"

"If a person who has made a big mistake comes to learn this tea, and the Great Khan still thinks that the tea he tastes will be defiled, we are all people who serve the Great Khan, and if we miss touching his heart, he will drive us here."

Some slaves also mentioned, "Have you ever seen a time when we are sweating and being ruthless, ah! The day before yesterday, a person from the Central Plains was imprisoned, and a person like him who wanted to cut off his head, if he could brew the taste of Shengxue tea, the Great Khan would think that he had defiled this tea, and he would definitely kill him immediately! ”

After listening to their words, Su Quan and Ma Gongzi looked at each other, unimaginable to Argusi's thoughts and methods, it was really brutal.

Outside the Sun and Moon Palace, the crows crows were crying, and the mourning silk was fluttering.

Mu Qingyi remembered the Sun Moon Palace because of the nightmare, and quickly rushed back to the Sun Moon Palace after Xiang Rong Chang resigned. As soon as they entered the palace, everyone knelt down to greet each other

"See the new palace master."

The dense human head is as dizzy as if in a dream. Mu Qingyi staggered against the wall, ignored the crowd, walked and walked for a long time, dragging his steps slowly towards the palace.

There was no one inside, and I didn't see Yanzhuang. A coffin was placed quietly and coldly in the hall, Mu Qingyi's consciousness seemed to be controlled, and his brain was as white as snow.

Moving closer again, Mu Qingyi moved to open the coffin door.

Someone came to stop "The main palace, no, the main palace of Yan has passed away." ”

"When?"

"A month ago, I just waited for the new main palace to come back to preside over the funeral ceremony."

It's been a month, Mu Qingyi dispelled the idea of flipping through the coffin door, she turned to face everyone, a layer of fog rose in front of her, and she didn't say a word from beginning to end.

More than 100 people knelt down to greet her, Mu Qingyi sat in the position of Yanzhuang, she looked down at everyone, thinking that she was also a member of the crowd who bowed her head and bowed, and today, it is like a world away.

She was aloft, her eyes cold, and she looked carefully at every obedient face.

Mo Lingqi, he was loyal to the Sun Moon Palace, but he was not satisfied with Mu Qingyi, at this time, he lowered his eyebrows and was surprisingly dumb;

Gu Huaiwu, he does not fight or rob in the Sun Moon Palace, and he is wise and alive. As it was then, it will still be;

Yan Nansheng, he is just a young master, and he actually ignores everything in the Sun Moon Palace;

Lan Shang, she and Mu Qingyi are also teachers and friends, and they know the importance of it, so they don't need to say much. Only Yan Nansheng is her life;

Look at Yan Jiang again, she is standing on the edge of the column with chickweed, not in the crowd. Her status and salute are different from everyone else, her hands are level with her chest, she bows slightly to the people in the hall, and does not bow down.

In terms of seniority, Yan Jiang, as the righteous daughter of Yan Zhuang, has a seniority above Tsing Yi; When it comes to identity, Yan Jiang, who inherits the identity of the palace master of Bailing Palace, does not belong to the Sun Moon Palace, so naturally there is no need to kneel and worship.

"Welcome to the main palace and the palace, the era of thousands of autumns, the sun and the moon stay together..."

Everyone stood up and shouted slogans, which were majestic and resounded throughout the Sun Moon Ridge.

It was already dark after the ceremony of the new palace lord's inauguration, and a beam of yellow fireworks bloomed, bright and bright, and the Sun and Moon Palace suddenly added a bit of magnificent light.

Outside Mu Qingyi's door, there was a tall figure.

The bright yellow body is motionless, as if standing in a military posture. Just from the back, Mu Qingyi felt an indescribable majesty.

Mu Qingyi immediately understood that the "yellow" of the Sun Moon Palace was the exclusive color of the Lord, and he also reflected that this person was the Lord of the Sun Moon Palace, and he came to send orders to the Lord Palace.

She bowed her head in response.

"You are Mu Qingyi?"

"Back to the Lord, his subordinate is Mu Qingyi." Mu Qingyi looked up, and the dark night hit his face, and his facial features were vaguely unclear.

It seems that by the power of the night, the Lord of the Sun and Moon Palace is sacred and inviolable.

Such a person, even his voice was very solemn and solemn, "The task of the Sun Moon Palace, presumably Yan Zhuang has already explained, you know what to do." Now that the crown prince and the king of Yan are trapped in the situation of Mobei Agusi, you go to escape for them. ”

"Yes, Tsing Yi obeys!" Mu Qingyi wanted to look up and take another look after he got his life, but the lord didn't know where to go.

The dragon swings its tail, which has always been the style of the Lord.

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