The halo of the protagonist of rebirth is mine

Mu Hexuan pulled Zhang Shi's wrist, and took off the string of Buddhist beads.Mrs. Zhang didn't dare to resist at all, she just tilted her head slightly, looked at the floor, and flinched when he approached.

Other than that, nothing else.

Mu Hexuan got the beads and left satisfied.

At this time, there was a rumor quietly circulating in the streets and alleys of Pingcheng.In less than five days, this statement will spread throughout Daxing, including Shangjing, the viscera of the dynasty, through the mouths of shopkeepers who traveled from place to place.

Mu Hexuan walked out of the courtyard and came to a small path.He vaguely remembered that this was his favorite place to come when he was a child.Now the scenery remains the same, but the people are different.

At the depth of the path is a Buddhist hall, which is said to be the place where my mother stayed most often during her lifetime.

He suddenly had the idea to take a look.

So he walked towards the end at a leisurely pace, stepped on the steps overgrown with weeds, he pushed open the half-covered door, and there was a burst of dust on his face, he waved his hand to disperse the thick dust in front of him and walked in.

In the Buddhist hall are the most normal furnishings, an incense table, a statue of Buddha, an incense burner, and a dusty futon placed on the ground in the middle.

Mu Hexuan blinked, as if he saw a young woman kneeling on the futon, her two willow eyebrows were tightly frowned, her eyes were full of melancholy, and her mouth was opening and closing to say something to the Buddha.

And her abdomen swelled slightly, obviously pregnant.

Mu Hexuan's heart suddenly clenched into a ball, he couldn't help but walked forward, stretched out his hand to touch her, but suddenly the space reversed, and everything disappeared without a trace.

He felt the coolness on his face, and retracted his hand to touch it, but he didn't know when tears would fall.

Concubine Mu...do you want to tell me something?he asked in his heart.

Of course there was no answer.

Suddenly, something flashed in his mind, which inspired him.He bent down to lift the futon, only to find a piece of yellowed paper under the futon.

Because of the age, the handwriting on the paper has been blurred.

Mu Hexuan picked it up and read it carefully, but only recognized a few words, "Concubine Yi", "My Son", "Immortal"...

Combined with the series of strange things that happened earlier, he can easily know that what is being said here is the matter of soul transformation.

It seems that someone has been desperately trying to find a way to make him immortal, at the expense of everyone.

So who is this person?

Although he broke through the kind of deal that the dark emperor was doing before, he was at best an insider, and he is dead now.

Judging from the current situation, the most likely ones are Wei Yanjun and his so-called national teacher.After all, since ancient times, it is quite normal for the highest rulers of the country to pursue "immortality".

But according to the information he has, Wei Yanjun is still taking the pill at the same time.

If he is really planning this matter, is it necessary for him to "do both"?

He also ruled it out.Could it be Mu Zhun?

Mu Hexuan was still thinking about it, but he heard a respectful and flat voice outside the door, "Mubai, my subordinate, I have something to report."

"Come in." He would not ask Mu Bai how he knew he was here, because he knew that his subordinate was omnipotent.

Mu Bai pushed the door open and came in, knelt down on one knee, and replied: "As the Lord ordered, the story of 'the unjustly dead Pingcheng King turned himself into a ghost and returned to take revenge on Mu Baiyu' has been distributed. And found The theater troupe will rehearse this play, and after two days, I will personally send them to Beijing."

"You did a good job. Xiaobai, what kind of expressions will those two in Shangjing see when they see this big show I prepared for them? Are you surprised?"

"..." As expected, there was no answer.

Mu Hexuan then said to himself: "It must be a pleasant surprise."

Time flies, more than a week in a blink of an eye.

At this time, rumors had gradually spread in Shangjing, and even Wei Yanjun in the palace had heard of it, let alone Mu Zhun outside the palace.

Coincidentally, when Mu Zhun heard about this "rumor", he was in the "Mu Mansion" where Mu Hexuan lived when he came to Beijing as a proton five years ago.

Although only one year has passed, this place is already a veritable "ghost house".No one wants to mention it, let alone approach it.

In fact, Mu Hexuan and many officials at that time were wronged, and most people in the capital knew it.But so what?This is Shangjing, at the foot of the imperial city.Countless people die unjustly every year.It has long been unable to stir up any waves.

Who didn't carry a few lives on their backs?

But this day, Mu Zhun felt that the sky was very cold, and his heart was also very cold.

Obviously the weather is so hot right now...

He tried his best to shake off the panic in his heart, called the coachman, and prepared to enter the palace.

There is a banquet in the palace tonight, and a series of meritorious ministers including myself will be rewarded again.But for me, the most important thing is that the national teacher will present his newly refined elixir tonight.As long as Wei Yanjun takes it, he will not be far from his end.

At the moment of the unitary hour, Zichen Palace.

Wei Yanjun sat on the dragon chair in the middle, looking down at the various attitudes of the officials, feeling extremely satisfied.

Ever since the national teacher instilled in him the concept of "ten thousand yuan returns to one", he felt that he was worthy of being an emperor through the ages.

He raised his glass triumphantly, "You are welcome, all the gentlemen."

The banquet has officially begun.

When the wine was half drunk, Mu Zhun gave the national teacher a wink, the national teacher understood, and planned to stand up and offer the elixir.Unexpectedly, another official stood up and said: "Your Majesty, Wan An. The atmosphere is just right now, and I specially invited Li Jiaban, one of the four major opera troupes in Daxing, from outside the city to cheer for Your Majesty. I wonder if Your Majesty can summon them?"

As soon as Wei Yanjun heard that he invited the opera troupe to sing, he was very interested and agreed immediately.

After a while, there was a rhythmic huqin sound outside the door, and the ministers stretched their necks to look out.After all, at this time, the opera hadn't really spread, and even Wei Yanjun himself hadn't watched it a few times.

After a while, two people with long robes and wide sleeves came in, babbling and singing without knowing what to say.Then the big drama officially began.

This track seems to be newly compiled, and the name is "Witch Gu Huo".The opening of the scene is the execution ground. A man in a white prison uniform with a wooden plank on his back kneels straight in the middle of the venue.

He opened his mouth with a sad tune, recounting his grievances and the injustice of heaven.

"Oh my God - when you opened your eyes, did you ever see the villain rampaging in front of you? Oh my God - you are so unfair!"

Then there was an order, and the executioner stepped forward, and with a click, the head fell to the ground.Blood spattered and was falling on the imperial case of the former emperor.

At this time, the sky also changed. It was still clear and cloudy just now.