"Hmm...... Will it really ruin your luck? Sikong Rong asked in a drunken and hazy whisper.

"Weichen calculated, will it be fake?" The Ming ghost blinked and leaned into Sikong Rong's ear, "Which time did Wei Chen make a mistake these times?" ”

"Hmm......" Sikong Rong lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and muttered in a low voice, "You have a point......

"Lord Wang, let's disperse, I have to go back to take the pill!" The ghost whispered, glancing at the tension in the room.

Sikong Rong's face was slightly calm, and the eagle eyes stared at Mu Mo for a while, snorted coldly, and left with his sleeves.

"Scattered! It's almost gone! The Ming ghost waved his hand, whispered a word of advice to Sikong Rui, and followed Sikong Rong to leave.

Sikong Rui's eyes were dark, he looked at Mu Mo for a while, and then followed the troops and left.

"Niangniang, are you okay?" Mu Yu saw everyone leaving, and hurriedly helped Mu Wanzhen to ask.

Mu Wanzhen shook her head, crying and blaming herself: "It's all my fault that I have involved you......"

"Mother, it's none of your business." Mu Yu comforted Mu Wanzhen, and coaxed her for a long time before serving her to go to bed.

On the second day, early in the morning, Mu Wu went to the treasury to receive the moon silver, and saw the Ming ghost in the imperial garden, glanced at him, and went to the rockery, and the Ming ghost took out the ointment from his arms, and asked worriedly: "Senior sister, were you okay yesterday?" ”

"It's okay, you send this again." Mu Mo lowered his head, saw the familiar ointment in the hand of the Ming ghost, laughed, and took the trick from his hand, "Being beaten has become the norm, you have memorized it, thank you!" ”

"Senior sister...... Ming Ghost sighed, and took out a dagger from his arms, "Sikong Heng brought a letter some time ago, and sent some ointment in addition to it, let me give this to you." I reckon...... I want you to use it for self-defense. ”

"Dagger?" Mu Mo was stunned for a moment and pulled the dagger out of the black sheath.

I saw that the arc of the ebony hilt happened to be held in the tiger's mouth, and two magnolias were divided upward, wrapped in two interchangeable blades, one sharp and thin like cicada wings, and the other dull and round like a stone, and my heart couldn't help but warm slightly: daggers are used together, and one is sharp and light, which can invisibly kill the enemy; One side is blunt and hidden in the palm of the hand, which can prevent people from getting close but not showing their faces.

Sikong Heng...... Sure enough, it was thoughtful...... knew that she was facing the dilemma of hurting people in the palace.

"Thank you for me......" Before Mu Yu's words fell, he suddenly noticed that the two magnolias from the hilt of the sword were put together into a heart shape, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and immediately understood Sikong Heng's intention: a knife on the head of the heart - to endure.

Mu Yu thought, squeezed the handle of the dagger tightly, and said word by word: "I understand, let him not worry." ”

"Hmm", Ming Ghost nodded and informed, "Sikong Huang, Sikong Cong, Sikong Jue, Sikong Rui, everything that should be arranged has been arranged, on the eighth day of the twelfth month, get rid of Sikong Rong, it will be the day when we avenge our master." ”

"Hmm", Mu Mo held the dagger tightly, thinking of Sikong Rong's promotion and reuse of Sikong Dong after getting rid of the Lu clan last time, he gritted his teeth slightly, "Hope...... This time, there will be no more accidents, and the Mo family can be rehabilitated! ”

"Yes!" Ming Ghost gritted his teeth and looked at Mu Yu resolutely.

In December, this winter in Luoyang was bleak and severe, and the air was filled with a bitter cold.

Mu Mo and Mu Wanzhen have never been able to sleep since the night of the seventh day of the new year.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror and finishing her makeup, Mu Mo and Mu Wanzhen listened to the cold wind howling all night, and looked at the master and servant in the mirror restlessly: Mu Wanzhen was wearing a dark red court dress, wearing phoenix crown gold ornaments, and painting an unprecedented gorgeous heavy makeup.

Since meeting Mu Wanzhen, Mu Yu has never seen her dressed up so carefully.

At dawn overnight, Sikong Rong was going to replace Emperor Hui and take the ministers of the court to the north mountain to worship their ancestors. Emperor Hui was left in the palace by Sikong Rong to recuperate because of the occasional cold, and was served by Sikong Huang and Lu Zhen; Mu Wanzhen, as the queen of the world, has to worship her ancestors on behalf of the harem concubines. This arrangement, the discerning people know that Sikong Rong wants to be the emperor by worshipping his ancestors.

Mu Mo and Mu Wanzhen talked about the plan of Beibi Mountain, hoping that Mu Wanzhen could cooperate and get rid of Sikong Rong.

Mu Wanzhen's lips pursed, thinking of the changes the next day, her body couldn't help but tremble.

Mu Mo rubbed Mu Wanzhen's shoulders, trying to calm her all the time.

The leakage of the first watch, the second watch, and the third watch gradually sounded, and finally it was dawn, and an old lady entered the door, saluted Mu Wanzhen, and informed: "Prince Rong invites the mother into the sedan chair and goes to Beibi Mountain to worship the ancestors." ”

"Mother?" Mu Yu whispered in Mu Wanzhen's ear, her whole lips were white, and she was paralyzed and unable to move.

"Well......" Feeling Mu Fu's powerful comfort, Mu Wanzhen finally took two deep breaths, stretched out his fingers tremblingly, opened a snuffbox and inhaled twice, and Shen Shen took Mu Wu's hand and said, "Let's go." ”

"Auntie", Mu Mo saluted to the old woman, "Trouble lead the way." ”

"Come with me." The old lady bowed slightly, bowed to Mu Wanzhen again, and led the way to the door of the dormitory, where there was a phoenix carving sedan chair with a bright yellow crown and gold dome parked, surrounded by bright yellow satin curtains, and a total of sixteen sedan chairmen before and after.

"Mother." The old lady made a gesture of invitation to Mu Wanzhen.

Mu Yu helped Mu Wanzhen, got on the sedan chair, followed by the sedan chair, and went out of the palace all the way.

Outside the palace, a thin goat-bearded Confucian official in a dark red court dress and a eunuch in a blue and black official uniform, a gauze hat on his head, a bewitching figure, and slanted eyebrows with fox eyes and eyebrows were juxtaposed, and hundreds of civil and military officials were on standby.

Sikong Rui and a young man in his twenties with clear eyebrows, bright eyes and bright teeth, and a high-spirited man wearing a purple shirt and gold tortoiseshell jacket with a handle crotch armor, each with the palace guards and the soldiers and horses of the Kyoto garrison battalion, guarded a wooden Zhuzhu, a round cover square, and a carved four-clawed golden dragon with a golden eaves hanging from the clouds, and there were almost more than 50 palace eunuchs accompanying the car.

Mu Yu quietly glanced at Sikong Rong sitting in the car, he was wearing a dark red Shu brocade court dress embroidered with a bright gold placket, wearing a golden carved crown inlaid with more than a dozen pigeon-egg-like night pearls, and a black Bo belt around his waist to tie Pei Huang Jue, on his muscular square face, the eight-figure beard was stiffly cocked to both sides, and he looked at the princes and nobles who were almost subservient to him.

Mu Mo looked at Sikong Rong and thought to himself: Except for the five-clawed golden dragon that was not placed, the carriage that Sikong Rong was riding in was almost the same as the emperor's; Seemingly...... Today has reached the limit of his patience.

"Get up!" The eunuch screamed, and the palace people carried Mu Wanzhen's sedan chair and followed Sikong Rong's carriage, and marched towards the Beibi Mountain outside Luoyang City.

All the way forward, at noon to the north of the mountain, Tang Ning early led people to prepare the ancestor worship matters, at the foot of the mountain to welcome Sikong Rong and Mu Wanzhen people; The Ming ghost was beside him, wearing a cyan official uniform and a crown hat on his head, and bowed down to greet everyone together.

"Tang Zhan's matter", Sikong Rong poked his head out of the carriage and asked, "Everything, can it be prepared?" ”

"Alright, please go to the Golden Valley Gate and change into the sacrificial robes." Tang Ning bowed to Sikong Rong.

"Good!" Sikong Rong laughed loudly, got off the carriage and walked into the Jingu Gate at the foot of the mountain.

Mu Yu accompanied Mu Wanzhen, and waited outside with hundreds of civil and military officials, and after a while, he saw Sikong Rong coming out of the sacrifice service from the Jingu Gate. Mu Mo raised his eyes slightly, and saw that Sikong Rong's stone blue gown was embroidered with four five-clawed frontal golden dragons, and the sun and moon were embroidered on his shoulders.

"Sikong Rong! How dare you wear a five-clawed golden dragon that symbolizes the Son of Heaven! ”