In Shouchun City, rumors of the reincarnation of Mrs. Xiang gradually began to spread.

At dawn, a woman dressed in white was seen standing on the tower of the city with an ox-cart, and in a blink of an eye, the man and the ox-cart were gone.

There are also people who meet vague figures by the river in the evening, trampling on the river outside the city out of thin air, accompanied by the bursts of singing and the fragrance, and disappearing into the deep twilight in the blink of an eye.

Of course, Mo Yu didn't have this ability, she didn't know what method Xiao Zhen used to let the rumors spread ten or ten to hundreds at the fastest speed. In addition to collecting spices that might be used, Mo Yu also tried to ask someone to inquire about the progress of the matter. The matter involved the two most noble people in the Chu State, and few people dared to talk about it casually, and no one knew the real inside story.

It was only then that Mo Yu began to hate himself for being useless. In the past, Su Tian always endured a low cough at night, while sorting out the collected information reports, from what topics were debated in the court, to what dishes were distributed at the night banquet at the minister's house, he had to study it carefully. At that time, she always suddenly got out of the table, snatched Su Tian's pen, and said half angrily, half jokingly: "Don't look at it anymore, it's all trivial things, how can your body be important?" "If she had been willing to put more effort into these trivial things, she wouldn't have been able to help at all.

Xiao Zhen asked Qingzhu to pretend to be Mrs. Xiang's messenger, and someone begged Mrs. Xiang to summon the spirit, and sent them to her. At first, there was only one letter every other day, but then gradually people came every day, and then there was a small basket of prayers received in one day. The gift money for Mrs. Xiang has also risen day by day, from 100 coins to 300 gold.

Qingzhu looked at the number marked on the prayer post, and was shocked. But no matter how those people pleaded, Xiao Zhen didn't allow them to agree to any of them and asked them to continue waiting. Qingzhu really hurts the money that can be seen and touched, so he simply piles up the worship post directly in front of the ink rumor every day, out of sight and out of mind.

Because he originally put all his attention on attracting the Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang, Mo Yu was really in no mood to pay attention to others. However, she also secretly asked Xiao Zhen why she didn't make any money when she got it.

Xiao Zhen threw the prayer slip in his hand into the fire, and said lazily: "This is the same reason as the high price of the prostitute's first night." What kind of people you serve at the first night determines what kind of people you will serve for the rest of your life. If he had sold it to a farmer on the first night, he would not have been able to become an Oiran in his life. But if she sells it to the emperor on the first night, she will be the princess above 10,000 people in the future. ”

"How can you do that?" Listening to the ink ballad, his face was red.

"That's what I'm talking about, what do you really call me in words?" Xiao Zhen replied to her with a cold face.

The two of them had tempers, one screwed more than the other, and they didn't speak all day. Qingzhu was added between such two great gods, and almost suffocated himself to death.

In the end, Mo Yu thought that he had something to ask for, so he made dinner first. She said a few good words, and Xiao Zhen eased up. Mo Yu waved his fist behind him and whispered, "Bad hazelnut, stinky and hard, no girl will ever like you in the future." ”

The more they refused to accept the prayer post, the more interested people became in them. Dignitaries and dignitaries, whether they really miss their old friends, or in order to show off their power, they compete to offer high prices. The nobles even made bets with each other to see who would be the first to invite Mrs. Xiang.

For a time, Mrs. Xiang simply became a symbol of identity and status. Ordinary people who can't afford the price code also talk about the anecdotes of Mrs. Xiang every day, and wait and see who is the first to invite Mrs. Xiang. Some people say that Mrs. Xiang is a young woman who is as beautiful as a flower, with a light and graceful posture, and wherever she walks, she will leave a long-lasting fragrance. Some people also say that Mrs. Xiang is actually an old woman who is over the age of six, but she still looks like a young woman in her early thirties with proper maintenance.

Mo Yu has gradually become a little disheartened, the Empress Dowager Zhaoxiang is not an ordinary noblewoman, she has been in the palace all her life, and she has seen all the winds and waves, maybe she is not interested in this kind of carving insect skills at all.

She wandered aimlessly on Yunzhao Mountain, and unconsciously walked to the vicinity of Yuntai. When she was young, Su Tian would take her to the Yuntai to listen to the Magi debate. At that time, she was naughty and always distracted, quietly fiddling with Su Tian's clothes behind the curtain. Su Tian always spoke to the Magi fluently, while reaching out a large hand, holding her small hand accurately without looking.

The once lively PTZ is now only a few people left. Seeing that Su Tian was losing power, the people who had sharpened their heads and were about to squeeze into the Yuntai in the past were either sick at home, or they suddenly wanted to travel to various countries, and they came up with all kinds of excuses to leave.

Walking further inside, Xuannu was sorting out Su Tian's books. Mo Yu's nose is straight, and even Xuannu is not by his side, who will take care of him these days?

Xuannu was very calm, and her hand movements did not stop: "There are still several important ministers in the court who are friendly with the lord, and it is not so easy for the king to get rid of the lord." At worst, exile to the land of the Southern Barbarians. It's nothing else, it's just that the lord likes these books, and he has to bring them, but it's really heavy. ”

Mo Yu only felt that his throat was dry, and he couldn't say anything. In the land of the Southern Barbarians, it is humid and sultry, how can Su Tian stand it? Even if the king of Chu didn't kill him, the bumpy road, coupled with the unsuitability of the water and soil, wouldn't it be enough to kill him? Xuannu can at least accompany him all the way, but she can't do anything by herself, and it's difficult to even look at him.

Coming out of the cloud platform, Mo Yu lowered his head all the way and kicked the stones on the ground with his toes. When I walked to the door of the house, I saw a carriage that was so luxurious that it stopped in front of the courtyard gate.

In the main hall, Xiao Zhen was kneeling on a side seat, talking to a woman in her forties. The woman wore a phoenix hairpin on her head, and on the long skirt, she embroidered intricate flowers with gold and silver threads. These decorations, on anyone else, would only look ridiculous, but on her, it only makes people feel that they are not enough, far from enough. Even if the golden phoenix leads the way and the peony paves the ground, she can afford it.

Xiao Zhen saw Mo Yu come in listlessly, and without waiting for her to speak, he preemptively said: "Go and tell Mrs. Xiang that the distinguished guest she was waiting for is finally here." Today, I want to use the best spices to remember the deceased for this lady. ”