Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

Six Rivers Mansion.

Anxian's state capital system is similar to the city-state system of ancient Rome. Each state capital has strong autonomy, which is equivalent to a shogunate without military strength.

Liujiang Mansion governs the southern border of Anxian, and it is almost difficult to count the large and small border towns.

When Chen Xian'an arrived at the state capital, Mr. Zhang led a group of officials to greet him personally.

Although they didn't know much about Prince Chen, they heard that he was very much loved by His Majesty.

Zhang Luo had actually met Chen Xian'an, and unlike other officials, as an official in charge of the frontier, he had developed a pair of eyes for seeing people.

At the first glance, he felt that the prince was not easy.

Although the other person's eyes are always erratic, and he seems to be absent-minded about everything, but when he looks at him, he always feels that his heart has been completely spied on.

You know, the other party is just a young man in his 20s.

Just like this time, Zhang Luo saw the other party from a long distance away.

Stepping on a pair of strange footwear, wearing a black robe, wearing a pair of black glasses, and her hair tied up high, why is there a woman beside her?
"Let me tell you, Brother Jinghong, a lot of interesting things have happened during your absence."

Chen Xian'an chatted non-stop along the way, beaming with joy.

Mo Jinghong had just arrived in Anxian, and he hadn't even attended the national wedding, but he received a secret order from the Lord of the Qingyun Empire to go back to deal with some matters, and he didn't return to Anxian until a few days ago.

When I came back, I felt that Anxian had changed a lot.

Moreover, that female monarch broke through and became a saint in such a short period of time.

His eyes turned to the man next to him again. Although the other party looked lazy and didn't care about anything, his subconscious told him that the breakthrough of the female monarch and the change of An Xian were definitely related to this man.

Returning to Anxian this time, he decided to take a good look at it.

A group of officials in official uniforms walked towards them.

Chen Xian'an, who was dressed in cyan and blue official uniforms, had pain in his eyes.

At this time, he suddenly remembered a systematic task that he had forgotten, to change the way the world dresses.

A uniform black Chinese tunic suit, this idea came to his mind at this moment.

"Prince, my subordinate Zhang Luo and other officials are here to welcome you."

Chen Xian'an waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's not necessary, I'm not the kind of person who likes this kind of battle very much, just be casual."

"Okay... okay."

Zhang Luo took Chen Xian'an and the two into the carriage and rushed to the city.

In the city, it seemed that some kind of ceremony was being held at this moment. A large number of people came out of their homes in black clothes, and walked in silence.

They were dressed in uniform black clothes, with a black hat on their heads, and walked forward muttering, never looking at the surrounding situation, just walking forward on the edge of the street.

Chen Xian'an poked his head out and took a careful look at these people, and found that something was wrong with them. Their expressions seemed to be in pain, but at the same time seemed to be insane joy.

It's a very complicated feeling.

"What are these people doing?"

Chen Xian'an asked Zhang Luo.

Zhang Luodao: "These are the believers of Black Mist. This kind of worship-like activity is called Kuroshio in their organization. Hei Mist has a relatively complete set of belief concepts."

"The Goddess of the Night Siye came into the world. Everyone needs to meditate in their own houses to comprehend the edict of the Goddess of the Night. This edict will become the guideline for the followers of the next day."

"Every Saturday, known as Black Saturday, on this day, all believers will wear black clothes and black hats, and perform this ascetic walk on the street, without shoes, without eating or drinking for a day water, to gain new life."

"This is already a cult, right? Just this alone can directly attack the black mist."

Chen Xian'an said.

Zhang Luo was ashamed and said with a smile: "Prince, according to Anxian's law, this kind of behavior does not constitute a problem, and after these people have experienced Saturday, they will indeed do a lot of good things in a new week."

"We also wanted to ask the senior management of Black Mist to give an explanation on this matter, but we have no way to refute their statement."

"Their actions are all carried out on the sidelines, and rarely affect the city, and...however you look at this matter, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."

Chen Xian'an was silent for a while, as if there was really nothing to do.

"Not really."

Mo Jinghong, who had been silent next to him, suddenly spoke out, his voice was as transparent and quiet as water droplets passing through an empty valley, making people want to close their eyes and listen to the other party's voice quietly.

Zhang Luo and the others looked at this woman with strange expressions. In terms of appearance and manner alone, this woman was even more amazing than His Majesty.

How could a woman like His Majesty allow the Prince to be accompanied by a woman who could threaten her?
"Any belief system is ultimately a means for the people behind it to control others. As long as you find this point, which is the problem with the Goddess Si Ye, your belief will be self-defeating."

Mo Jinghong looked at Chen Xian'an, and said, "It's like you broke Wei Changjun's fear of ancient creatures."

"You mean..." Chen Xian'an thought for a moment: "I can also find the Goddess Si Ye and kill her?"

"..."

Mo Jinghong didn't speak any more, and quietly looked at the scenery outside the window.

At this moment, the street gradually became lively. The people in black walked through the crowd like ghosts, and the people around them just glanced at them indifferently.

Some even showed envious expressions.

No one bothered them.

The people who set up the stalls continued to yell, and there were a lot of gadgets on them. Some food vendors were smiling and deceiving the children. Their opponents were the parents of the children.

The little girl in red, holding a small windmill in her hand, took the little boy's hand and ran forward together against the wind.

Beggars on street corners, dressed in tatters, shivered in the cold winter, knocking on their small bowls, begging the people around them for some food money.

It's strange that there is such an unusual beam of light in a place shrouded in black mist.

Mo Jinghong seemed to know something, when he looked at the street again.

The street vendors stopped calling and were doing business with visitors; the parents took the children and bought their favorite candied haws; the little windmill in the hands of the little girl was gently blowing with the breeze, bringing the joy of the two of them far away the beggar's eyes lose their last gleam because someone gave him money...
In the distance, the boy in the restaurant, holding two taels of wine, gently spilled it on the door of the restaurant...