Husband of Emperor Husband: Queen of Sky Price

Chapter 133

Mu Qingyao's black eyebrows were slightly raised, her clear eyes were full of power, her tone was cold and thin, she was neither angry nor angry, she seemed unaffected, she slowly closed her eyes and rested on the soft couch, the carriage was running smoothly in the bustling On the street, I heard the yelling words of this time, the crowd was surging, the carriage couldn't speed up, so I had to slow down.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came in.

"Master, come in and have a look, the servant's house will definitely take care of you comfortably."

As the words fell, a low-pitched smell of makeup and powder wafted in, which was extremely unpleasant, but the sound made Mu Qingyao open her eyes abruptly, lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see the door of a brothel Chu House, Several beautifully dressed girls are soliciting business, and one of the girls in heavy clothes is particularly eye-catching. It is Baozheng, the girl who betrayed Mu Qingzhu. I didn't expect her to be reduced to this point, and she is also the lowest in the brothel. She is only suitable for soliciting business and being a low-class prostitute who allows others to manipulate her.

Mochou followed the eyes of the empress, frowned lightly, and said coldly: "It's up to you."

Mu Qingyao put down the curtain, with a sneer at the corner of her lips, she was used by that old hag of the queen mother, maybe she could stay in the palace as a maid or something when things were done, but unfortunately things backfired. Nothing was successful, the Queen Mother was able to spare her, it was all due to her own fault.

The two of them don't think about that girl anymore, it's better to recharge their batteries, and I'm afraid something thrilling will happen when they go to Yuejue Temple later.

After the carriage passed the lively market, it began to speed up, and drove out of the imperial city all the way, heading straight for the suburbs.

Xianghua Mountain stretches and twists and turns. It is late autumn, the autumn is cool, and the whole mountain is somewhat depressed. The greenery is dyed with a golden yellow, and the sunlight refracts between the branches and leaves, like a layer of golden light.

The wind blew, and some dead leaves fell down, fell into the slowly flowing stream, and flowed down, dispelling the depression of this season...

At the foot of the mountain, there are many carriages, and there are many people going up and down the mountain. It is the same as when they first came, except that the branches and leaves are yellow and the weather is cold. There are still many pilgrims. Incense, those pilgrims said, the Master Liaokong of Yuejue Temple is very ingenious, is there any ingenuity?A tall figure appeared in Mu Qingyao's mind. Although he was old, he didn't look old. On the contrary, his eyes were piercing, wise and peaceful. If there were really dead men in Yuejue Temple this month, then this figure would be empty. What kind of role did you play?
Mu Qingyao suddenly remembered that when she asked someone to investigate the person the Queen Mother liked in the past, she found a strange thing. Because of the obsession with that man, he heard that he became a monk and became a monk. Could it be?Mu Qingyao's heart was beating so hard that she really didn't want to believe that the monk at Yuejue Temple was actually the one the Queen Mother loved back then. After so many years, the two of them are still getting together, and anyone with a brain Everyone will know that the queen mother is just using him. If Master Liaokong is really that person, how miserable he would be. The person he once liked married another man, and he became a weapon she used in the end .

"Master, let's go up."

A group of people went up the mountain along the flow of people, and attracted many people to look at them along the way. In their line, the men are handsome, and the women are pretty. Although Mu Qingyao is dressed as a man, she is still the one who is surrounded by stars. Obsessed with a jade bone fan, a self-proclaimed romantic fan, really has the capital to attract the peak and attract the butterflies, attracting many girls to become nympho, and their eyes are straight.

Mo Chou couldn't help but roll her eyes when she watched her master go up the mountain in such a ostentatious manner. The master was really calm, knowing that the crime would be dangerous, but he was still able to play happily. It's not like her, her heart was raised early. in hand.

"master."

Mu Qingyao turned her head and cast a sideways glance at Mo Chou. Seeing the girl's pale face, she couldn't help but frowned, and leaned over: "Why are you so nervous, don't you know that someone is watching us in the dark?"

"Ah?" Mo Chou exclaimed, who was staring at them as soon as they went up the mountain, the empress is so powerful, it seems that she was careless, she just stared at the empress, but forgot the person in the dark.

"Your servant knows." Mo Chou said in a low voice, and now she followed her master calmly, and Mu Qingyao turned her head from time to time, pecking her cheek lightly, her behavior was extremely frivolous, and many women gasped when they saw it , this little boy is so flirtatious.

The magnificent and majestic Yuejue Temple is full of pilgrims, and the square in front of the gate is more lively than last time. In addition to those selling incense, there are also some peddlers selling simple items from time to time. The last time Mu Qingyao I didn't pay attention, this time because of the problem of the dead man, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Why would someone sell these things in front of the temple?

"Master?" Mo Chou followed Mu Qingyao's gaze, raised her eyebrows strangely, did the master suspect something?

Mu Qingyao didn't say a word, she waved her fan pretentiously, and led her three subordinates to the hawkers selling incense. Mo Chou and Mo You followed her closely, for fear of any danger to her master. ...

"How did you sell this?"

Mu Qingyao put away the folding fan, and looked at the peddler selling groceries with a smile on her lips. The peddler looked expressionlessly at the rouge on Mu Qingyao's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Five dollars a piece."

Mu Qingyao nodded, shook her folding fan, and looked at Mo Chou: "Chou'er, do you like this? The young master bought it for you. For the sake of serving the young master wholeheartedly last night, come, take on."

She looked at Mo Chou, her eyes were unpredictable, and she was amazingly addicted to light. When Mo Chou saw it, she had a tacit understanding. Could it be that there is something wrong with this peddler? The face said it." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and took Rouge over, took out a bit of silver and handed it to the peddler.

"Here you are." Mo Chou handed the money to the peddler on the side, and carefully looked at the peddler who was selling things. He saw that the peddler was expressionless from the beginning to the end, without any emotions, nor any fluctuations. Like a puppet being manipulated by others, Mo Chou was startled. Could it be that these are the people?Before she could think about it, the peddler's cold voice sounded.

"There is no money to look for."

Mo Chou was dumbfounded, and this kind of businessman, if he was a real seller, would look at each other with a smile on his face, preach to the customer, and then ask the customer to buy more things, but this peddler coldly said no money to find.

Mu Qingyao knocked on the peddler's stall with her jade bone fan, and said generously, "I'll reward you for the rest."

He looked like a complete prodigal, many people looked at him, and then they looked at him with disdain, and then they went to busy with their own small business, but just this one look, Mu Qingyao and Mo Chou could already see that there were many people with expressionless faces. Hidden among these pilgrims, they are probably dead men who disguised themselves as peddlers in front of Yuejue Temple during the day and hid in Yuejue Temple at night. What a clever way, Mu Qingyao's black pupils flashed a faint light.

"Brother, where is your home? Master, I don't think there is anyone around here, and you can't make much money just by going back and forth."

As soon as this remark came out, the peddler raised his head abruptly, his eyes full of murderous intent, and then disappeared. Although he was fast, he did not escape Mu Qingyao's eyes. Now she is very sure that these people are dead men, but Exactly how many are there? According to a visual inspection, there are 300-[-] people in this square, probably more than half of them are dead.

"It's just to support the family." The dull voice sounded, the peddler finished speaking, and then lowered his head to sort out the things on the stall. Mu Qingyao knew that there was nothing to ask, so she turned around and led the three of them to the main hall of Yuejue Temple And then, a ruthless gaze stared at her from behind...

Mu Qingyao led the three people to burn incense in the temple. Mo Chou added incense money and did not draw lots, so she got up and led the people to the back hall. Along the way, she saw a few young monks cleaning. Yao stopped a young monk in Tsing Yi, begging to see the host, the young monk raised his head and glanced at him, was startled, stunned for a moment, put his hands together, and respectfully led her to the host's room.

The presiding master got the report from the young monk, came out to welcome him, and said kindly: "I don't know what the benefactor wants to see Lao Na?"

Mu Qingyao looked at him earnestly. This monk is quite virtuous, and his brows are wise. No wonder those pilgrims said that he has a deep heart. It makes sense to think about it. Mu Qingyao folded her hands together and spoke slowly. : "I have something to ask the abbot master, I hope the abbot master can give me some advice?"

"It's easy to say, please come in, benefactor."

Master Liao Kong let the group of them into the wing room, the room was very simple, there was only a soft couch, a small low table in the middle, with a wooden fish knocked on it, and a big blank letter on the wall behind, The pen is very sharp, except for the writing on the wall, there is nothing else, and there are a few other balls on the ground, probably for those disciples who listen to his teachings.

"Benefactor, I laughed."

"You're welcome."

Mu Qingyao didn't dislike her either. She flicked her robe and left on the floor. Naturally, the three subordinates didn't dare to say anything. They followed her and sat on the three putuans behind, while Master Liaokong sat on the soft couch. , said kindly: "The benefactor, please ask, I hope Lao Na can solve the benefactor's troubles."

"Yes." Mu Qingyao looked at Liaokong in front of her, but there was a gleam of hope in her heart. She hoped that all of this had nothing to do with Master Liaokong, otherwise his sin would be too serious, and Mu Qingyao's face swept away. The debauchery was not violent, but deep pain, it seemed that the pain spread to her limbs and hit her whole body, a voice as slow as ice sounded.

"Master, I fell in love with a woman, but she married someone else, and I want to become a monk, can you let me become a monk in Yuejue Temple?"

(End of this chapter)