The villain, his beauty is flourishing [Quick travel]

"You can ask." Qi Heng nodded.

"If I was really born a sinner, wouldn't you hate me as much as your mother did?"

The little emperor lowered his head, as if he was a child who had done something wrong and was caught. The dragon robe that didn't fit was hanging loosely on his body, making him look extremely thin.

"No one is born with a sin." Qi Heng raised his hand and stroked his hair. After all, he was still a child. If he was in the last world, he would only be carefree at the age of kindergarten.

"So, as long as I don't commit crimes, you won't hate me, will you?" The little emperor asked the real question.

Qi Heng had no choice but to nod his head. The little emperor's expression improved obviously, and he didn't know what he thought of. He ran to the case under the imperial case and found something, and ran back to Qi Heng to open his palm.

"This is the key to the Zhaxing Pavilion." The little emperor's eyes, like black glazed glass, could not hide his excitement, "The old national teacher committed suicide before, and the emperor said that there would be no national teacher to tutor me, so he directly sent the key to the Zhaixing Pavilion. The other keys were destroyed, and this one was hidden by me."

Qi Heng took the silver key.

"I'll take the immortal to the Zhaixing Pavilion." The little emperor said again, but Qi Heng corrected him, "I promised to be your national teacher, so you shouldn't call me an immortal anymore."

"National teacher!" The little emperor was stunned for a moment, and then showed a bright smile, "That's great, I also have a national teacher."

"Let's go to Zhaxing Pavilion." Qi Heng interrupted the little emperor's smirk, and walked out of the hall first.

Mu Ling caught up with Qi Heng with short legs, Qi Heng slowed down and waited until he caught up with her.

"National teacher, we are back, and the emperor stays there, will he be okay?"

Mu Ling still remembered the frightening fanaticism of those common people, as if they wanted to eat people.

"He doesn't like to accuse you of deep sins and atonement, so let him feel what you have experienced." Qi Heng said lightly.

Thinking of the wound on King Xian's forehead, Mu Ling touched his forehead again, feeling a little joy in his heart.

He has a national teacher to help him heal his wounds, but the emperor's uncle doesn't, so he will definitely be in pain for a long, long time.

The two arrived at the Star Picking Building. There was a big lock hanging on the gate of the Star Picking Building, and a piece of talisman was pasted on the door. There was a copper ring on each of the two doors, and an iron chain with a thick bowl rim connected the two copper rings together. Together, there is also a lock on the chain.

But there is only one key.

Mu Ling panicked immediately, and hastily explained, "I don't know when an iron chain was added here, obviously it wasn't there when I sneaked here last time."

For an emperor to go to a place in the palace, he could use the words "sneaking over", which shows the difficulty of the situation.

With a slight movement of Qi Heng's fingers, the iron chains snapped and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The lock on the door snapped open.

"Let's go."

Qi Heng pushed the door open and walked in first.

As soon as he entered the door, Qi Heng found that the little tail behind him was quietly hiding behind him, and Qi Heng lifted him out.

"What are you doing?"

Mu Ling didn't expect to be discovered, and showed a panicked expression, "I'm sorry, I... I'm just a little scared... The old master took medicine and hanged himself at that door..."

He once saw the old national teacher hanging at the entrance of the Star Picking Pavilion with his own eyes, so as soon as he entered, he immediately recalled the old national teacher's appearance when he died.

Qi Heng looked at the white phantom squatting at the door. The phantom might have sensed that someone was coming in. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the two of them. His long tongue fell out and his eyes widened. It still maintains the appearance before death.

"Are you talking about him?" Qi Heng pointed in one direction.

Mu Ling looked subconsciously, there was no one there, he couldn't help shivering, and subconsciously pulled Qi Heng's sleeve.

"National, National Teacher, don't scare me...I'm afraid..."

The phantom stood up and wanted to walk towards the two of them, but it only took three steps, as if it was caught by a transparent barrier, and it couldn't move forward no matter what.

"Forget, you can't see the soul." Qi Heng raised his hand and shook it in front of Mu Ling's eyes. Mu Ling blinked, only feeling a touch of coolness on the eyelids.

"Look again."

Mu Ling tightly tugged on the sleeve of her national teacher, a little scared in her heart, but obediently looked towards the place Qi Heng pointed out earlier.

"That's... the old national teacher?"

Mu Ling was frightened, and subconsciously moved closer to Qi Heng, feeling the soft and slippery fabric in her hand, and then slowly calmed down.

The national teacher is still by his side, there is nothing to be afraid of, his national teacher is a fairy.

Qi Heng stepped up and walked towards the transparent soul. Mu Ling was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and ran behind Qi Heng.

"Old teacher." As he approached, Mu Ling couldn't help shouting, the transparent soul who was trying to stuff his tongue into his mouth was taken aback for a moment, showing a surprised look.

"Xiaoling, can you see me?"

With this speech, the tongue that had been stuffed in with great difficulty fell out again.

Mu Ling was taken aback, but still nodded, her eyes were a little puzzled, the old national teacher obviously hated him, why did he still call him by his name as before.

"This tongue doesn't live up to expectations, Xiaoling, don't be afraid, Grandmaster Guoshi didn't do it on purpose." The old Guoshi hurriedly put his tongue back in annoyance.

Qi Heng raised his hand a little, allowing the old master to return to his former soul appearance.

"Huh? The tongue won't fall off?" The old national teacher immediately noticed the change in himself.

Seeing this, Mu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but remembering that the old national teacher still called himself the grandfather of the national teacher just now, she pursed her lips and said angrily: "Since the old national teacher hates me, he would rather use suicide to escape the duty of tutoring me, why? You still have to call me Xiaoling!"

The excited expression on the old teacher's face gradually faded because he returned to normal, "How could Grandpa National Teacher hate you? That letter was not written by Grandpa National Teacher. The most regrettable thing about Grandmaster National Teacher is that he didn't see Xiao Ling enthroned with his own eyes. , was killed in this Star Picking Pavilion."

These words were different from Mu Ling's cognition, and it took a long time for Mu Ling to recover, "Didn't you commit suicide, grandpa?"

"Of course not." The old national teacher blew on his beard, "Grandpa national teacher was strangled to death after being drugged and hung on it."

"I didn't see the man strangled, but after I became a ghost, a man came, and I saw him imitate my handwriting and write a suicide note."

The old national teacher's expression was extremely angry, "That person is one of Xian Wang's subordinates, he wants to harm you, but unfortunately the national teacher's grandfather is useless, even if he becomes a ghost, he can't tear a piece of paper."

"The person who wrote the letter to the emperor?" Mu Ling murmured, "So I'm not guilty, and the Grand Master didn't commit suicide because he hated me."

"Grandpa Guoshi said before that he would continue to be Xiaoling's national teacher, so how could he hate you." The old national teacher said kindly, but when he turned to mentioning King Xian, he was full of resentment, "That thief has great ambitions , Xiaoling, you must be on guard against him, if it wasn't for Grandpa Guoshi who couldn't leave this ghostly place, Grandpa Guoshi would have asked you to dream of him."

Mu Ling blinked guiltyly, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa National Teacher, I can no longer let you be my national teacher."

"Grandpa Guoshi knows." The old Guoshi stretched out his transparent palm and gently stroked the top of Mu Ling's head. "Xiaoling is very powerful. The Guoshi I found is much better than me."

Such a person, the first time he saw him, he knew that he was absolutely extraordinary.

Although the old national teacher was only a mortal in the name of a national teacher before his death, he knew that the records in the Zhaixing Pavilion were also true. In the past, there were indeed a group of enthusiastic gods who responded to requests in this world.

But it is because of the responsiveness of the gods that the world is gradually becoming deformed.

When people encounter difficulties, their first reaction is not to use their brains to find a solution, but to set up an altar and ask the gods to help.

Over time, when people got used to the responsiveness of the gods, those kind gods felt that human beings were getting greedy and lazy, and gradually became tired of meddling in the affairs of the world.

Until one day, the gods abandoned this despised world, but the human beings in this world are still immersed in praying to gods and worshiping Buddha.

"Grandpa, since you didn't commit suicide because of me, why did my mother suddenly hate me so much?" Mu Ling raised her head and asked.

"Because you are not her biological child." The old national teacher looked at Mu Ling lovingly, "It is also because she has a heart for the virtuous king."

"Am I not the queen mother's child?" Mu Ling's eyes were blank, and his expression changed from crying to laughing.

"So what I guessed is true." So it's not that the mother doesn't love her child, it's just that he doesn't.

"Back then, the empress and a concubine with a lower status in the palace were pregnant at the same time, but the empress's fetus was gone in her womb. On the day when the empress gave birth, that concubine also activated."

The old master sighed, "Later, the concubine was unable to give birth and gave birth to a child and went away. It happened that the queen lost a child, so the first emperor asked the queen to raise this one who should be you, that is, you, Xiaoling—"

"Grandpa Guoshi, you mean the queen mother and the emperor's uncle?" Mu Ling thought of another sentence and asked in a daze.

"The empress and the virtuous king have secretly communicated with the song, so the first emperor still believes that her character is pure and flawless."

In fact, the fetus that died in the queen's stomach was the blood of the virtuous king.

Mu Ling's three views were impacted, and he became dumbfounded.

The old master sighed, then turned around and bowed in Qi Heng's direction, "I don't know how to address you?"

"Qi Heng."

The old national teacher glanced at Mu Ling, but found that the other party was nervous, as if he was afraid that he would drive him away.

"The door of reincarnation has opened, you should go." Qi Heng said lightly.

The old national teacher saluted Qi Heng again, and then looked at Mu Ling: "Your Majesty, you must learn the way of being a king and govern this country well. Grandpa National Teacher has to go first."

Mu Ling nodded, "I will."

The old national teacher's eyes were bleak, "I don't know if I can see those things in the next life, but I only know that the people who worship Buddha and ask God can understand the truth that it is better to ask others than to ask themselves."

As soon as the words fell, the old master's soul turned into light spots and flew into the gate of reincarnation.

"Grandpa Guoshi!" Mu Ling shouted, "I will definitely let you see."

Mu Ling, who had finished shouting impulsively, was a little afraid to look directly at Qi Heng, and after a while she asked in doubt: "Master, how can I change the common people's idea of ​​praying to God for everything and waiting for death?"

"Naturally, let them learn how to work first, and instill in them the idea of ​​changing by themselves." Qi Heng said lightly.

"Let's start by digging canals to solve the drought problem."