Left? Changning's fingers moved.

This Yang De Seagod returned mysteriously and left with Song Yisheng, which is really suspicious.

Chunxiao absentmindedly came in with a copper basin.

Changning waved his hand and motioned for the other maids to go out.

Chunxiao stepped forward at this time, "Girl, the slave is worried about ......"

"I know I won't let him get his way." Changning said.

Chunxiao had already told her about the situation of the Song Mo family.

Brothers in the same sect, both of them have the right to inherit the moment, but no one knows who the position of the moment was passed on by the old moment.

Now Chunxiao's father confessed before his death that she should go back to succeed Juzi, and it is difficult to guarantee that General Song did not tell Song Yisheng so before his death.

Otherwise, how could Song Yisheng be so interested in Mozi's technique.

General Song must have said it, and he said it no less.

"Don't be impatient, let's board for two days." Changning said, "Now that we are in the tiger's den, we are not comfortable with every move, if you rashly go to the Mozi Guild, not only will you not find anyone, but you will also fall into Song Yisheng's trap." ”

"The slave understands." Chunxiao said.

Song Yisheng didn't know her true identity, if he just wanted to warn Changning with her and get rid of her.

Changning could find that son to save her once, but he couldn't save her a second time.

Chunxiao swallowed, "The slave won't act on her own anymore." ”

"Well, let's talk about Song Yijin, did she go to the Great Dao Palace?"

"Yes, the slave looks at her today, but there is some chatter."

Changning smiled: "It is better to pray to God and worship Buddha than to do good deeds and accumulate virtue on weekdays, she only thought about asking for the blessing of Sanqing Daozun at this time, but it was too late." ”

Chunxiao also smiled.

Mu Kite and the others came in to serve lunch, and said, "Tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, does the girl want to put the river lantern?" The slave saw that there were already river lanterns sold on the street. ”

Changning shook his head.

"If you want to, go buy a few and keep them, and you may be able to use them tomorrow." She said.

"Thank you, girl." A few slaves ran away happily.

Changning looked out the window, his eyes deep.

Tomorrow's big event will begin, and she is afraid that she will not have time to put the river lantern.

For some reason, looking at the swaying shadow of the osmanthus tree, she suddenly thought of Mu Qingyan.

That's a tough opponent.

With him in Chang'an City, Changning has to add a variable to everything.

But he is a breezy person, and he can always achieve a very weak sense of existence, so weak that people forget his existence.

Just like now.

If it weren't for Changning seeing Chunxiao and remembering that Mu Qingyan had helped her, she would almost forget that he was also in Chang'an.

"What did he come to Chang'an for?"

This question bothered Changning, after all, her current strength was far inferior to him.

But the person who caused the problem was sitting lightly in the middle of the mountains and rivers, the clear spring tinkling on his left hand, accompanied by the birdsong in the forest, and the fragrance of Sanskrit, and the artistic conception was long.

"Mu Lang is elegant, and only you can do this thing of cooking tea so quietly." An old man with fairy wind bones came from a distance.

Mu Lang added tea to it: "The immortal chief praises absurdly, the ambition is elegant, Qingyan is in the bitter cold land of eastern Liaodong, where can he compare to the green mountains and green waters of the Taoist chief." ”

"Haha, you kid, are you praising me or hurting me." Yan Dao Chang swept away the dust and slid in front of Mu Qingyan.

The man's plain face was wet with mist, and every inch of his skin was covered with fine droplets.

Mu Qingyan smiled and took the sweat towel handed by the little boy on the side to wipe his face.

"Thank you," he said, handing back the sweat towel.

The boy was about to speak, but he got stuck in his throat and couldn't make a sound.

The background is beautiful mountains and rivers, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

The little boy was dumbfounded, and the sweat towel in his hand fell to the ground.

Mu Qingyan chuckled and raised his chin to Yan Dao: "Blame your master." ”

Yan Dao Chang laughed and swept away the dust, "Ah Yi, you go down first." ”

"Yes, master." The little boy who was called Ah Yi hurried back to his senses and trotted away.

"The residence of the elder of Yandao is really a treasure, and even a little boy is the appearance of a nobleman." Mu Qingyan's eyes were glued to the child's back and said with a smile.

"That's not as good as Liaodong, outstanding people and spirits, all of which are contained in you alone." Yan Daochang touched his sideburns and drooped his hair, and when he saw that it was already white, he laughed twice.

Mu Qingyan sighed: "The Taoist has come to entertain me again." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare," Yan Daochang waved his hand, "But you don't want to hide in Liaodong, what are you going to Chang'an to do in this fun?" It's not like you. ”

Mu Qingyan didn't answer, but said: "The stars are different in April, I took a trip." ”

"This matter is poorly known, Qing'an's chaos. His Majesty also often said that if his eldest princess had not died young, he would have promised you such an excellent son. ”

Mu Qingyan's eyes froze.

Yan Dao Chang waved his hand: "Poor Dao is speechless, speechless." ”

"It doesn't matter." Mu Qingyan drinks tea.

"However, although the eldest princess should not die early, but the art of heaven is not something you and I can see, there is a mystery in it, maybe she should have this catastrophe, why do you have to worry about it for so long, and waste a good marriage."

Mu Qingyan smiled bitterly.

Another good deed who saw his red luan star moving.

"Yan Immortal Chang, Qing Yan is only here to talk about the Tao, or let's talk about the changes in April, or the difficulty of the thief star." He said.

"Okay, but if you change your mind, you can also go to the Taoist temple below to ask for a sign and smell the marriage, and the poor Dao can personally unsign for Mu Lang." Yan Dao Chang did not forget to tease.

Mu Qingyan shook his head and blamed the old naughty boy.

However, when it comes to the Avenue of Astrological Phenomena, Yan Immortal is much more formal.

"This change is like a pill stone hitting water, although the ripples are far away, they shouldn't be in the end, Mu Lang doesn't need to worry." He commented.

But Mu Qingyan didn't think so.

"Change in change, only one to ten, ten to hundred, out of control."

Yan Immortal Chang was still trying to convince Mu Qingyan to prove the safety of the April Change.

Mu Qingyan was a smart man, and he stood up: "Thank you Dao Elder for your advice." ”

Yanxian smiled: "Where is it, the Mu family has guarded Liaodong for generations, it is where the foundation of Great Chu is, Mu Lang should return early, so as not to be trapped in variables and cannot extricate himself." ”

Dao Yan looked unfathomable and turned around to leave.

Mu Qingyan's clear eyes showed a puzzled attitude for the first time.

Dao Yan obviously knew something.

The variable in April, or the thief star after that.

He looked up at the clouds and closed his eyes.

Father is right, the water in Chang'an is really deep.

Bottomless.

He Mu Jia's son, he shouldn't have come to wade into this troubled water.

Mu Qingyan turned around and left the realm of the Great Dao Palace, deciding to follow the ancestral precepts and return to Liaodong as soon as possible.

Just as he changed back to his plain face and descended the stone road, he bumped into a man along the way.

The open-top sedan chair carried by Zheng Anhou and the two passed by him.

Mu Qingyan didn't care, but his keen observation made him find that there was a trembling nurse still holding the child sitting on the sedan chair behind Zheng Anhou.

Because of the summer heat, the sedan chair had a cane awning, and the nurse hid in the shadows, and the baby in her arms was still crying, and she hurriedly opened her clothes to breastfeed the child.

The clothes inside are the patterns in the palace that Liaodong paid tribute to the palace fifteen years ago.

It is said that it was only given to the queen and those around her.