Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 483 You stinky boy rebel! !

Emperor Yunjing saw clearly the face of the little girl opposite the case, and suddenly leaned forward, his old eyes suddenly turned into a pair of copper bells.

He was dumbfounded, opened his mouth and murmured on the spot for a while, and kept circling the air with his hands, but he couldn't utter a word. In the end, he rolled his eyes, closed them, and just lay back straight and fainted. In the big chair.

Master Mu made a decisive decision: "Ayan, medicine!"

"Okay!" Mo Junli was as good as he was, and quickly took out the two porcelain bottles in his pocket, pulled out the lids, pinched his father's chin, and snapped them shut.

In the mouth of the soybean-sized honey pill, which has not been completely dried in the shade, a medicinal soup that is bitterly sweet and bitterly sweet melts in the mouth.

Mo Jingyao, who had fainted at first, was immediately called back to his soul by the unbearably bitter and horrible smell of medicine that made people want to vomit.

He opened his eyes and found that his jaw was being pinched by someone, and he happened to catch a glimpse of the two porcelain bottles that the boy hadn't taken back, and smashed the taste of the pill in his mouth so bad that it made people doubt his life...

Immediately, a carp straightened up, sprang up with a groan and spit out the honey pills in its mouth, heartbroken: "Bah bah bah! Brat, you old man, I usually treat you well, right? You deserve to kill your father in such a hurry Your Majesty!!"

"You're still playing with poisoning... It's still such an unpalatable poison!" It was so unpalatable that his scalp was numb!
Mo Junli's face was full of innocence: "Smelly old man, who poisoned you? This is clearly a medicine for your heart and life, okay?"

"Have you ever seen such an unpalatable poison?"

Ahhh, I've never seen that before.

Mo Jingyao touched his nose and looked at the sky. In fact, he knew that there was a high probability that this thing was medicine, and a low probability that this bastard made it on purpose to torment him. But he really didn't expect this thing to be so unpalatable!
This bitter, astringent, sweet, salty and throat-stinging thing is not for humans to eat! !

Damn it, he doesn't care, he thinks it's poisonous if it's so unpalatable, it must be poisonous if it's not poisonous!

"Who knows if this is the real medicine, or the medicine dregs balls you specially rubbed out." Emperor Yun Jing curled his lips, took a few sips from the teacup, and muttered with his old face twisted, "It's so bad that you can catch up with it." The prison is tortured."

"Wake up, medicine dregs balls won't be so bad." The young man couldn't laugh or cry, and rolled his eyes angrily, "A Ci guessed that after seeing her today, you will be a little frightened."

"She was afraid that your heart would not be as strong as a young man's when you were old, and in case something happened by mistake, she prescribed two prescriptions, and asked me to order the doctors in the mansion overnight to make up the medicine, and rubbed honey. pill."

"The purpose of rubbing honey pills is to make it easier to carry." The little girl holding a bamboo hat interjected with a smile, "As for the prescription... this is an old recipe picked up from an ancient Taoist book, and my daughter-in-law slightly improved it."

"Yes, although the medicinal effect is strong, the taste may not be very good."

She will not tell His Majesty that today is the first time she has ordered this prescription.

Mu Xici smiled.

"That's it." Mo Junli was extremely disgusted, "In the end, you old man not only didn't appreciate it, but also had the nerve to say that we poisoned you."

"How is that possible!"

"I wish you could sit on this unlucky throne for another 80 or [-] years. It would be better if you sit on the throne until I go west—hey, that's called freedom."

"Bah! If I sit for another hundred and eighty years, I'm going to become an old monster." Mo Jingyao wrinkled his face and pouted, pouring two more cups of green tea.

"Tell you, you have a good idea, wait for those idiots in front of you to deal with, turn around and I will take the Zen position!"

"Oh, let's go to Zen, give love to whoever," the young man spread his hands, "I don't want it anyway."

"? Smelly Ayan, do you want to rebel?" Emperor Yunjing put his hands on his hips ferociously, and Mo Junli raised his chin with a smile when he heard this: "I don't dare to be a rebel."

"But old man, Ah Ci is still there, you look like this..."

Mo Jingyao, who was reminded by someone, suddenly woke up three points. He hurriedly sat back on the big chair, pretending to be kind and kind: "...Ahaha, illusion, everything just now was your illusion."

Yes, he definitely didn't quarrel with that brat Ayan just now, and he definitely didn't discuss Lao Shizi's Zen rebellion with him, let alone any poison or medicine!

Absolutely~yes~no!

Emperor Yun Jing sat upright, trying to save his own image (in the eyes of his daughter-in-law-to-be), and the smile on his face became more and more gentle and loving: "Speaking of which, Xiao Aci, how did you become that delusional woman from Mengshenglou? Mister Sheng?"

Could it be that little bastard Ayan was fooling around, could it be, could it be...

"Return to Your Majesty, because the daoist name of my minister is originally 'Wonderful Life'." Master Mu smiled and rolled his eyes, "The 'Wonderful Taoist' on the top floor of Mengsheng Building is indeed my daughter."

"...Quack?" Mo Jingyao was in a daze, subconsciously let out a duck cry, and then turned his head to look at Mo Junli in bewilderment.

The young man shrugged his shoulders very relaxedly: "That's right, Ah Ci is my friend, that is, the Daoist Master Huasheng on the top floor of Mengsheng Building."

"Old man, I told you earlier that your son and I are soft food."

What he ate was the Taoist soft rice of the little national teacher, and he ate this soft rice very sincerely.

The main reason is that there is no way, he doesn't know how to do it, even if he learns it, he can't catch up with others, so he just lay down and let him be fed——

Soft rice, really fragrant.

...Thinking about it this way, he really can only eat soft food when he is so old?
Emperor Yun Jing stretched out his hand and scratched his head belatedly: "This means..."

"Xiao Ah Ci, what you learned in the Taoist temple in the suburbs of Beijing, is not a superficial medical skill at all, but a serious Taoism?"

"That's not true." Mu Xici frowned and shook her head, "Your Majesty, this subject has another teacher, and this ability did not come from the Taoist temple in the suburbs of Beijing."

"It's just that the Taoist priests in the view did take good care of the minister's daughter when she was young, and the minister's daughter has always been grateful."

"Oh, so, I understand." Mo Jingyao nodded his head nonchalantly, until now he still felt that he was floating all over his body, as if in a dream.

He stared at it for a long time, how could Xiao Jing's well-behaved little padded jacket, who was finally kidnapped by his own son, suddenly become an unfathomable old Taoist leader?

It made him feel very uncomfortable, looking at the little girl in front of him, he felt a little trembling in his heart.

——He saw it wrong, this is not a black-hearted little dumpling filled with sesame seeds, this little girl is just like him, she is a sesame dumpling from the black skin to the inside that loses a lot of face in one step!
Emperor Yunjing swallowed furtively almost imperceptibly, and frantically recalled every bit of his time with this little girl in his mind.

He shouldn't have accidentally provoked this girl somewhere, right?

no?Shouldn't there be?

Hmm... It's fine if he doesn't have one, he doesn't want to die young in middle age, and he doesn't want to be slapped to death by a little girl with a talisman.

As Mo Jingyao thought about it, his heart was slightly relieved - hey, it really is that their Jia Lewan is the cutest.

Although she is covered with wind in winter and covered in summer, she is still a normal little padded jacket!
　Miserable, old Mo, miserable
　　
　
(End of this chapter)