These messy rules were brought to the superiors to restrain the superiors, but in the end they tied themselves up. One person was above the top, and the rest of the people were all indifferent, making the father and son not close, and the brothers turned against each other. They were really harmed by power and were fascinated by wealth. Yan Yunqing worked hard to plan the throne, not to make his son disapprove of me and grandson dislike his grandfather!

Mu Hongluan sighed after hearing this,

"It's still dad, he is wise!"

Yan Qisheng is also honored,

"Dad is naturally the smartest, he doesn't want to be that lonely man!"

Yan Qisheng's family doesn't want to be the lone walker above millions of people. If Changzhen sees him, he will kneel down. He will be respectful and restrained in his words. He will not be really uncomfortable. He will vomit to death!

The most valuable thing about their parents is their free and unrestrained, stingy and pretty nature. When they think that she was locked up into a wooden beauty when she entered the palace, she was no longer as bold and proactive as she did last night and would do whatever she wanted, he would have the idea of ​​burning the palace!

Mu Hongluan smiled at him,

"With Changqing's words, I know what my wife said!"

Hum! Let me free up your hands before dealing with you!

Yan Shoujing died suddenly. Yan Yunqing had only been more than a month since he ascended the throne. He had no time to be busy with many things in the previous dynasty. There was no one in charge in the harem, so it was natural that Mu Hongluan came back. She was the serious princess. Now that there was no queen in the harem, it was natural for her to take charge of affairs. In addition, if His Majesty the Emperor accepted the new, he would be more serious than the house. Mu Hongluan was not afraid of it.

What's more, with Yan Yunqing's character, he was deeply in love with Xiao Cui. When his deceased wife passed away, he put all his thoughts on his legitimate son, and his dear grandson was his own good grandson. It would be a big deal to see whether the new queen could be favored by entering the palace. I am afraid that he would have to live carefully when he entered the palace.

Also, Yan Qisheng is not those who have all the honor and disgrace on me. He has made a name for himself in the army. Even if a prince is born later, he will not have any threat to him. This is because his wife is noble because of his husband. Mu Hongluan relies on him to be able to walk sideways in this palace, and no one dares to say that he doesn’t say anything!

Before the sky was clear the next day, Yan Qisheng and Mu Hongluan left the city lightly and headed to Tianmu Mountain northwest outside the city. Zhaojue Zen Temple was found in the previous dynasties. It was named after Prince Zhaojue became a monk here in Liang Dynasty. After two generations, it has not changed.

When the two arrived here, the host had already received the news and came to greet him.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, I am polite here!"

Seeing the host's kind-hearted eyebrows, long eyebrows drooping shoulders, and under the jaws reaching his chest, they looked like a Taoist monk.

"Old abbot, be polite!"

Yan Qisheng performed a Buddhist ceremony, but Mu Hongluan made a Taoist gesture. The host smiled when he saw it, and looked at Mu Hongluan carefully, with his long eyebrows moving.

"It turns out that His Highness the Crown Princess is a member of the Taoist sect! Who can I ask who is the master?"

Mu Hongluan responded respectfully,

"Abbot Lao asked, "I am a disciple from Zhengyang, Ai Laoshan..."

"Oh... it turns out that it is the authentic Taoist sect. No wonder the energy is contained and not exposed, and it is hidden but not released!"

"The abbot has been awarded!"

After a few words, the host took the two of them to the place where the coffin of the late emperor was parked. Yan Shoujing's coffin was placed in a hall behind Zhaoming Temple. This place was a little remote from the main hall. It was a separate courtyard. There were three floors of guards outside. The gate inside was sealed with bricks and stones, blocking the road leading to the front hall. Only the side door was opened and people were allowed to enter and exit. However, this was only the guards and servants at the bottom. Yan Shoujing's concubines could not leave the courtyard at all.

Because it was parked until the tomb was completed, in order to prevent Yan Shoujing's body from rotting, the coffin was made of nanmu. Some people opened the coffin regularly to replace ice cubes. Ice basins were placed everywhere in the hall to reduce the surrounding temperature. As soon as people walked into it, they felt the coldness coming towards them.

As soon as Mu Hongluan entered, she saw the incense and candles lingering in the hall, and a strange aura lingered at her nose. All the concubines of Yan Shoujing were sent here, each of whom was dressed in plain clothes and white clothes, crying for the spirits of the late emperor in the hall every day, reciting scriptures and begging for blessings. When she saw the prince and the princess came, she described the thin Li Jingshu being supported by someone and led everyone to salute the two of them.

Yan Qisheng stood there and bowed slightly,

"Sister-in-law, I feel sorry for you!"

Mu Hongluan stepped forward and reached out to help her, but felt that she was stiff. When Li Jingshu touched her fingertips, she had already stood up straight, and her eyes immediately lowered when she touched Mu Hongluan. Who is Mu Hongluan? Only in a glance, she could see the hatred in Li Jingshu's eyes.

Her eyes swept over the concubines behind her. Their only reliance in this life was lost. The glory and wealth disappeared. It was a blessing to pay for the ancient Buddha of Qinglan. If it was sent to the dark and humid underground palace and accompany the stinky corpse, that would be the most terrible thing.

These beautiful women in the past are now frightened and confused. They know that their destiny is in the hands of the couple in front of them. They are afraid, pleased, or begged, but none of them hate them.

Mu Hongluan sighed deeply and said in her heart,

"One of the women Yan Shoujing's, I'm afraid that the only one who really has some affection for him is Li Jingshu!"

As he glanced at him, he suddenly saw a unique look, looking behind him, and he didn't have to look back to know who was behind him. The woman who was staring at Yan Qisheng was the cold-looking Mrs. Li.

Mu Hongluan's heart moved slightly. How could she not see what was contained in this gaze?

"I don't know how Changqing provoked this person?"

But at this time she had no time to care about these matters. She followed Yan Qisheng and went to Yan Shoujing's spirit to burn incense and kneel down. The concubines on the side took their veils and covered their faces and cried.

Mu Hongluan stood there and looked on the coffin with a black lacquer carved dragon on the surface. Suddenly, her heart turned around and said quietly to Yan Qisheng,

"I...I want to meet him!"

Yan Qisheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Changzhen, want to... see him?"

He naturally understood what the word "want to see" meant by his wife. At this time, the coffin was not nailed to death. It would be natural that he would not take much effort to see him. He did not understand what Yan Shoujing was like. He whispered in a low voice.

"What do you think he does?"

Mu Hongluan shook her head and said softly,

"I...I don't know either, I just want to see his face!"

Yan Qisheng sighed helplessly when he saw her expression firm,

"Stop, I just want to do it, but it's natural that I can't do it at this time. Stay till midnight!"

"good!"

This room went out and told the abbot that he wanted to stay in the temple for one night. He immediately arranged a spacious courtyard for the two of them to rest. Yan Qisheng became interested in going to the presidency and asked Mu Hongluan to take a nap in the wing room, lifted his robe and went out alone. This room came out of the side courtyard and went to the presidency's residence. When he arrived at the courtyard, he saw an old monk who was hunching over and sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.

Yan Qisheng went over to perform the rituals,

"Dare you ask the teacher, can the host be in the room?"

The old monk just lowered his head and ignored him. Yan Qisheng just thought he was deaf and dazzled, and then asked again loudly.

"Dare you ask the teacher, can the host be in the room?"

The old monk finally turned his head and looked at him. On his wrinkled face, his old eyes looked around, and suddenly a flash of light appeared and he spoke,

"What's the matter with the donor looking for the presidency?"

Yan Qisheng smiled and said,

"I want to ask the Buddha's rituals with the host!"

The old monk shook his head when he heard this.

"The donor is full of murderous aura. Even if he enters this pure Buddhist place, he must close his eyes, talk about Buddhist rituals and Zen methods?"

Yan Qisheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He looked carefully at the old monk. He saw his thick clothes and hunched over his waist, looking so old that he looked so old that he only had his head and two feet. He held a broom and wanted to retreat and advance. He stood there simply, but suddenly felt like the towering mountains. He seemed to have a mountain collapse and cracked further. He took a step back and felt like a big wave surging. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He immediately withdrew a little arrogant heart. He said,

"It turned out to be a master in front of him, and the boy was rude in his eyes!"

The old monk lowered his eyelids and replied,

"What is big? What is small? What is teacher? What is disciple?"

Yan Qisheng responded,

"The old one is the big one, the young one is the small one, the good one is the teacher, and the poor one is the disciple..."

The old monk nodded,

"Even if you call the old monk a great master and a teacher, do you have to scan the fallen leaves all over the yard with me?"

Yan Qisheng bowed respectfully,

"The master has his life, I wish to follow you!"

At that moment, the broom in the old monk's hand was swept for the first time, and then someone poked his finger on his waist.

"So calm down and lower your waist, and hold your dantian..."

Yan Qisheng could hear the sound of wind behind his ears, but for some reason he didn't even have time to turn his head, so he was poked on his waist and eyes. He knew that the old monk's martial arts were so amazing and very powerful. He hurriedly acted as he said, swept out a broom, but was patted on the back of his head.

"No, although such luck is extremely powerful, it has no breath and no force to stop. Meeting someone stronger than you is a big flaw!"

Although he didn't use his energy, the heavy strokes on the back of his head made people tighten his scalp. When did Yan Qisheng suffer such a thing? However, he also knew that this old monk was a master who was born in the world. He could get some tips on him and would not benefit from it in his whole life. However, he obediently took the slap and swept the ground in the courtyard.

He was beaten in the yard and felt pain all over his body. Mu Hongluan rested for half an hour and got up, sat in the wing room and meditated and breathed, then asked someone to come in to take the water, wash and comb his hair, and asked,

"Where is the prince?"

Dongxue, who followed her, looked strange when she heard her question.

"The prince went to find the presidency, but for some reason he ran to the same old monk in the yard to sweep the floor!"

Mu Hongluan raised her eyebrows when she heard this.
Chapter completed!