At the time of the New Year's Eve and the New Year, it was in the palace of the Great Yong Chengtian Mansion, and the reverie of the current son was born, and in a trance, Xiang Yi seemed to have really imagined the hazy fairy in his heart, and the fairy raised his head and smiled at him.

At this moment, Xiang Yi was lying back slightly, with a cushion and fur behind the eunuch, he seemed to be slightly drunk, his eyes were squinting and unwilling to close, and a little bright moonlight could still be seen in the gap between his eyes, just like the figure of the fairy seen in the slightly drunk.

"Fairy on the moon. I have become an immortal, I am willing to make you a concubine, and I will kiss your skin."

The emperor's whisper seemed to be not only his own whisper, but also a special time and place, and a special person, and what he said seemed to cross space.

In the Taiyin Mountain, Du Xiaolin originally closed her eyes and bathed in the moonlight, but at this moment, she frowned slightly, and her ears seemed to hear the slightly obscene voice of the great Yongtianzi.

This feeling made Du Xiaolin feel uncomfortable, and she opened her eyes suddenly, as if she had seen the distant Chengtian Mansion in her heart for a moment, and saw the faint monarch in the palace.

Vanity, empty stove fire, restless thoughts

"Humph!"

What if you are a mediocre emperor? What about relying on the number of qi in the world? Is it in your control?

Du Xiaolin was really a little angry, but as soon as her heart moved, the light of the bright moon rippled slightly, and the distant qi was directly shattered by her.

It was also at this moment that Xiang Yi, the Dayong Emperor who was lying down at the banquet and muttering with a smile, the feeling of being drunk and fluttering just now was shattered in an instant, as if he was directly swept down from the clouds.

In the process of this rapid fall, the emperor clearly heard a cold snort from a woman.

"Uh-huh."

The emperor trembled, and the gold bottle in his hand also fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Your Majesty?"

Zhao Chaolin beside him hurriedly supported the emperor and slowly helped him up, while the little eunuch on the side picked up the gold bottle and put it on the table.

The singing and dancing continued, and there were also palace maids serving food, except for the ministers and mages who watched the emperor nearby, the rest of the people did not react, even if they saw it, they only felt that the emperor was slightly drunk.

But at this moment, the emperor shook his head, pushed away the old eunuch beside him, and looked up at the sky with the remaining beauty in his mind just now.

But just like the emperor's undivided thoughts caused the heavens to be dissatisfied, the originally clear night sky suddenly began to have some clouds, and in the process, the bright moon was gradually obscured.

In the eyes of the emperor, the original curved bright moon had already imagined the graceful Taiyin fairy dancing in the air, but it also disappeared with the appearance of dark clouds

It was only at this moment that the emperor woke up from a dream, and then looked around.

It was also at this time that some of the more perceptive people around felt that something seemed wrong with the Son of Heaven.

"Which mage can dispel the clouds and fog and recreate this bright moon for me?"

Hearing the emperor suddenly ask this, the sound of changing glasses at several tables nearby suddenly stopped, and many people looked at the Son of Heaven.

Xiang Yi thought that everyone didn't hear clearly, so she stood up directly with the support of the old eunuch and shouted.

"Which mage can dispel the clouds and fog and recreate this bright moon for me—"

This time the sound was loud enough, and the chimes and strings were closed, and the dancers also stopped, and the ministers and the mages all looked at the emperor, and the mages couldn't help but look at each other after reacting.

At the huge palace Chinese New Year's Eve fireworks dinner, it was suddenly quiet, and only the sound of firecrackers in the distance outside the palace was faintly heard.

Tomorrow's sacrifice to the heavens will be a Dharma appraisal conference, but strictly speaking, for all the mages, since they entered Beijing and were screened out by Si Tianjian, their Dharma appraisal conference has already begun.

Now it is the alchemist Gao Hongqing who is in the first place, and not only the emperor values him, but also the princes and nobles, and even many mages want to be close to Gao Hongqing.

Because now those who are well-informed or capable basically think that Gao Hongqing is really capable of alchemy.

No one knows how many Heavenly Masters there are, but there were four canonized during the Kangding period, and now the Son of Heaven should not be less than four, but not too many.

Gao Hongqing will inevitably occupy one, and there are more than 200 people to compete for the remaining positions.

So it didn't take long for the emperor to ask, and someone immediately got up and responded after weighing it.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to share your worries for Your Majesty and dispel this obstructive cloud!"

Originally, some people who also wanted to respond only felt that they were one step slower, and they were somewhat annoyed.

"Oh? This mage, please cast spells quickly! ”

The emperor's face showed surprise, he didn't want to interrupt the imagination just now, even if he knew that it was just a fantasy, but he had a trace of irrational residual thoughts, because he felt that he was different, he was the king of the great Yong and the prosperous king who was better than the founding emperor and the martial sect of the Ming Sect.

"Yes!"

The person who got up was a great lama, who had already picked up the vajra wheel in his hand, and his mouth was full of words.

Praying for rain may be troublesome, but the clouds are still sure, the great lama turned the vajra wheel with one hand, held up a wine cup with the other hand, and closed his eyes.

The three saints of Xiaoshan and some nearby mages gradually frowned, this lama does have some doorways, at this moment, in the wine cup in his hand, the wine actually began to turn, and the chanting sound became louder and louder.

The clouds in the sky were not very thick, but they would slowly sink with the sound of the lama's chanting, and some clouds seemed to fall from the sky and fall on the wine cup in the lama's hand.

This magical scene made the eyes of many ministers, nobles, and dancers and musicians widen.

The lama's forehead was slightly sweaty, but the sound of chanting the sutra was still increasing, as if he wanted to recite it to the clouds and to the gods and Buddhas.

Suddenly, the lama opened his eyes, and there was a hint of joy on his face, and the clouds had faded, and they were still fading, and they were getting lighter.

It's just that at this moment, the lama saw the corner of the bright moon through the clouds, and vaguely seemed to see the celestial man open his eyes and look angrily.

It would be fine if some other warlock or demon cast a spell in other ways, but it was a lama, and he started to read the scriptures, and at the moment he cast the spell with mental power as the head.

The moment I saw the moonlight, it was like being glared at by Du Xiaolin, and my heart was like thunder!

Boom –

At this moment, the state of mind of the scriptures was shattered in an instant, and the lama's whole person froze on the spot.

The scripture stopped, which could be heard by ear, and the lama's body trembled slightly.

"Uh-ho. uh."

In the slurred speech, some foam overflowed from the corners of the lama's mouth, and the whole person fell straight down, and as soon as the lama fell, the clouds and mist naturally did not move.

Some of the palace people went to the lama to check on him, and many of the monks stared at him with astonishment, and then looked at the heavens.

Xiao Shan's three saints glanced at each other, and they could somewhat feel the slight fear in each other's eyes.

The lama's situation is obviously abnormal, could it be that the muttering voice of the Son of Heaven just now was really heard by the legendary Taiyin Fairy?

The emperor also looked at the lama over there in a daze, it seemed that the situation was very wrong, he had been convulsing, and several people couldn't hold him down, or the Ouchi guards stepped forward to point out the acupoints, and then the imperial doctor stepped forward to check.

However, many mages probably reacted, and this was a shock in the process of casting the spell!

Well, it seems that there is one less person competing for the position of Heavenly Master.

But it's not just the lama who is not quite right.

A cold wind blew, and at this moment, Emperor Xiang Yi couldn't help but shiver a few times.

"Ho-ho."

The old eunuch on one side was keenly aware of this, and hurriedly picked up the animal skin cloak and put it on for the emperor, who also subconsciously grabbed the cloak and tightened it on his chest, but it was still difficult to alleviate the cold.

The emperor who was in high spirits before, as if he was ten years younger, would suddenly become chilling.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Sit down, sit down."

Zhao Chaolin said worriedly, and helped the emperor to sit down, and his voice successfully shifted everyone's attention from the lama to the emperor, and then many people were taken aback again.

Because the state of the emperor at this moment is obviously not quite right.

Since taking Gao Hongqing's elixir, it was the first time that the emperor had chills.

"Imperial Doctor, Imperial Doctor—"

The eunuch shouted like this, and the imperial doctor ran over at once, who cares about the lama if the emperor has something, and some of the mages next to him couldn't help but stand up.

The three saints of Xiaoshan will all shrink back one by one, and feel that maybe the emperor's current situation is not simple.

After the old imperial doctor checked on the emperor, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty is fine, but he is a little weak, he should not drink any more alcohol today, he should rest early!"

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only Gao Hongqing was a little surprised and couldn't help but speak.

"Your Majesty has taken the pill, how can he be weak? I'm still in good spirits just now! ”

Gao Hongqing has always felt that the Yang Replenishing Pill left by the master is very extraordinary, and anyone who is dying can hang his life, not to mention that the emperor has not reached that point.

But hearing Gao Hongqing's words, some mages suddenly laughed.

"Daoist Gao, you shouldn't ask this, right?" "Yes, I don't know if there is something wrong with the elixir of the high Daoist!"

When these heart-wrenching words came out, Gao Hongqing's face changed, but there were also mages who came out of the round.

"We are all Taoist friends, so we don't have to be angry!"

After all, such as the three saints of Xiaoshan, in fact, they think that the pill should be no problem.

"Okay, don't argue with the mages, the official only asks, is there any evil in this situation, Your Majesty?"

Yu Ziye asked the people nearby, and Ke Fu, one of the three saints of Xiaoshan, hurriedly answered.

"Lord Yu, don't worry, it's definitely not evil, I see, it may be that Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and unlike mortals, the medicinal power of the pill has been exhausted."

"Yes, yes, there is a possibility!"

Although the old imperial doctor over there just said that the emperor was fine, he was still checking his pulse at the moment, and his brows were tightly locked, His Majesty seemed to be more empty than before he had no medicine, but he didn't dare to say this immediately.

"Alright."

The Emperor's voice came, and the nearby chatter also stopped, and he looked up at the clouds in the sky.

"Tonight's dinner, I will accompany you here, and drive back to the dormitory"

Soon, the emperor left the venue surrounded by palace eunuchs and guards, and as soon as the main lord left, the Chinese New Year's Eve court dinner began to end one after another.

Everyone has his own mind, and this night may be a sleepless night.

Even in today's state, the emperor is weak and weak, and the undivided desire in his heart is troublesome, and he even specially turned over the brand, relying on the residual imagination to turn over the clouds and rain with the concubine.

It's just that of course, even if you try your best, it's not as vigorous as it was a while ago

(End of chapter)