The young monk has returned to secular life

The Duke's Mansion.

Expensive living room.

Mu Yunqing appeared at the entrance of the hall with elegant makeup.

She was seen wearing a white brocade dress, a silver-edged jade belt around her waist, and a jade hairpin on her head. There were still a few drops of water hanging on the ends of her carefully pulled back hair.

It was obviously a well-dressed look.

Compared with her, Zhong Shiduo's clothes were much more casual.

Wearing a green shirt, with a golden sword hanging on his waist, and paired with his beard, he clearly looked neither civilized nor martial.

When he saw Mu Yunqing appear at the door, he did not stand up to greet him, but said in a calm tone: "Your Highness, the princess, is so arrogant. You know that the emperor has a decree, but you still dare to let me wait for so long. You This is obviously dissatisfaction with the emperor."

Mu Yunqing smiled slightly: "On the contrary, Qingmei told me that General Zhong had brought the emperor's imperial edict, so I immediately took a shower and changed clothes to prepare for the edict."

"But looking at General Zhong's appearance now, it seems that he is pretending to pass on the imperial edict."

Mu Yunqing's face turned from smiling to cold, making Zhong Shiduo a little angry.

It was obvious that she had neglected him, so why did she become her fault?

He said coldly: "What I will bring is the Holy Spirit's oral instructions."

Mu Yunqing smiled coldly: "Whether it is an oral edict or an imperial edict, it is the same for this palace. Does General Zhong have any different opinions?"

"Furthermore, as far as I know, General Zhong arrived in Xinzhou yesterday. Why did he wait until today to deliver the order?"

"Do you think the Holy Spirit's will is not important?"

Zhong Shiduo was speechless by her rebuke.

Brains and eloquence are not his strong points. Every time he came to the Duke's Mansion, he never got any advantage. He originally thought he would be able to defeat her by relying on the Holy Spirit's instructions, but he didn't expect to be teased again.

"Mu Yunqing listens to the order."

In a fit of anger, he stopped inking and directly used his trump card.

Sure enough, when Mu Yunqing heard this, he suddenly became respectful.

"The Holy Spirit orally: Yunqing, don't forget what you promised me."

A very simple sentence.

After Zhong Shiduo finished speaking, he snorted coldly and left with his hands behind his back.

There is an old saying in Dakang: The less you say, the greater the consequences.

What it means is that if something sounds confusing to outsiders, it proves that the matter is more ulterior.

After hearing this oral instruction, Mu Yunqing didn't react for a long time.

When Qingmei reached out to help her, she found that she had stood frozen on the spot, sweating on her forehead and turning pale.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Yunqing shook his head gently and said dejectedly: "It's okay, help me down and have a rest."

Qingmei supported her all the way to the door of Meiyuan. Mu Yunqing pointed in the direction of Zhenyuan: "Let's go to Yizhen's room."

Qingmei Xin said, didn't you say you were not interested in him? Why should I go to his room to rest now?

Women are just telling the truth.

Arriving at the entrance of Zhenyuan, Mu Yunqing stopped and said, "You keep an eye here and don't let anyone in."

Qingmei asked cautiously: "No matter what sound you hear, you can't go in?"

Mu Yunqing glared at her and walked into Yizhen's courtyard with a heavy heart.

Only Qingmei was left muttering on the spot: If there is a sound of fighting inside, should I not go in, should I not go in, or should I not go in?

Mu Yunqing entered Yi Zhen's room and found that this guy was lying on the bed with his legs crossed and humming.

"Sister, please go forward boldly, go forward, don't look back..."

"Don't leave~"

"I'm not leaving~"

Mu Yunqing was already in a bad mood, but now he was even more angry.

"What nonsense are you humming?"

"Look at you, do you still look like a monk?"

Yizhen glanced at her, then tilted his head and looked behind her. When he found that there was no sign of Qingmei, he showed a lazy smile.

"Qingmei is not here, how dare you talk to me like this?"

"And she's dressed up so beautifully."

"Are you sure you're not playing hard-to-get with me?"

After Mu Yunqing heard this, he took two steps back.

Her eyes were reddish, her face was livid, and her little hands were clenched into fists.

He stayed like this for a few breaths.

Suddenly, she ran quickly to the desk, lay down on the table and burst into tears.

"Woooo..."

Yi Zhen was completely confused.

What's going on? I haven't done anything.

If Qingmei heard this, wouldn't she be beaten again?

Sure enough, as soon as he got out of bed, he heard Qingmei's voice asking in a low voice outside the window: "Miss, do you need me to come in and help?"

Mu Yunqing didn't seem to hear, still lying on the table crying loudly.

"Miss?"

Seeing that Mu Yunqing had no intention of responding, Yi Zhen bravely replied: "Don't come in, I can handle it myself."

Qingmei left as expected.

This surprised Yi Zhen. Which song were these two singing?

Hongmen banquet?

Haven't waited for the cup to be announced?

He walked to Mu Yunqing anxiously and poked her on the shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"I've already apologized for what happened this morning. Besides, it's not my fault alone. I couldn't help it, couldn't help it, and couldn't help it..."

"I have tried very hard to control myself, but how can a normal person control it when you look like this?"

"That is to say, my Dharma is profound. If it were anyone else, I would have long ago..."

Mu Yunqing finally reacted. She raised her pretty face and asked angrily: "What happened earlier?"

Yi Zhen chuckled: "I have been immobilized by you for a long time."

Mu Yunqing endured it again and again, and finally burst into laughter.

"Smelly monk, you deserve to be beaten every day."

Yi Zhen sneered: "I have decided. If Qingmei dares to hit me again in the future, I will take it back from you."

"you……"

"Woooo..."

As soon as I was coaxed, I started crying again.

Yi Zhen took a deep breath, carefully sat down opposite her, and asked softly: "Didn't you just go out to receive Zhong Shiduo?"

"You came back so soon and cried when you came back. Is that guy making you angry?"

"He dares?" Mu Yunqing sobbed and refuted Yi Zhen's speculation, "With his... that... brain, I, this fairy... will throw him away ten times."

"Then why are you crying?"

Mu Yunqing took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms, wiped the tears off his face, and then slowly talked about the reason for his crying.

five years ago.

There was a major change in the Duke's Mansion, and the pressure suddenly fell on her.

She was only twelve years old at that time.

In order to support the entire Duke's palace, she had no choice but to seek help from the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor expressed his position at that time and said that he could help her tide over the difficulties and make her the princess, but she would need to give up the family heirloom of Duke Mu in exchange.

Mu Yunqing thought about it for a moment and agreed to his conditions.

But she said she didn't know where Duke Mu had placed the family heirloom, and she needed the Holy Father to give her time to find it.

The Holy One promised to give her six years. If she still hadn't found it in six years, or if Mu Guogong hadn't woken up yet, he would send people to dig three feet into the ground at Mu Guogong's mansion.

Five years have passed now, and her delivery is due at the end of the year. Now that the thing is no longer in the Duke's Mansion, she has no way to fulfill the Holy Emperor's will.

"Did you lose something?" Yi Zhen asked in surprise.

Mu Yunqing shook his head: "I gave it to the master."

"Master Linghe?" Yi Zhen was even more surprised.

Mu Yunqing nodded and said, "Yes, the reason why she is willing to teach me my immortal arts and skills is because those things are very important to her."

Something that even immortals covet must not be ordinary.

Yi Zhen couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What exactly is your family's heirloom?"