ugly moth

At the end of the year, Luo Junnian came back and said that Mu Su had been found, but there was no way to arrest him. The Mu family's books were clean, and there was no actual evidence for his assassination.

What the emperor meant was to create evidence, in short, Musu couldn't be allowed to wander outside all the time.

Today he wants to deal with Luoyang, maybe tomorrow he wants to rebel, and things that are uncertain are best strangled in the cradle.

After reading the letter submitted, Luo Yang still didn't understand what Musu wanted to do, so he said, "Let's release it first, don't rush it right now, wait for him to do something, and then catch him."

"But Uncle Emperor, this is too dangerous." The Emperor frowned, "How can my nephew make you take such risks?"

"It's alright, alright, how old are you? Uncle Emperor is fine, even if ten Musu standing still may not be able to hurt your Uncle Emperor, don't worry." Luoyang appeased the emperor, and then let Musu be released.

Before leaving the palace, the emperor kept nagging Luoyang that he must bring enough people with him so that Musu could not take advantage of the loopholes.

Luoyang naturally guessed that Musu would definitely do something again, but the timing was uncertain.

At the end of the year, Fei Mo heard from the housekeeper that there is a temple on the outskirts of the imperial city, which is very spiritual, and the royal family usually goes there for sacrifices, and they can go to worship with the prince, and then ask for a lottery.

Fei Mo turned around and told Luo Yang about this: "My lord, the first day of the new year is just over, aren't you doing sacrifices there too?"

Luo Yang nodded: "Yes, every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the emperor would go there to pray for blessings and light the sky lanterns. There seems to be a temple fair this year. After the sacrifices during the day, I will take you to release the sky lanterns at night."

"That's good, Ah Fei is waiting for the prince to take him to the temple fair at the foot of the mountain." Fei Mo responded with a smile.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is snowing heavily, New Year's Eve.

Luoyang went to the palace to arrange a palace banquet with the emperor on New Year’s Eve, and would not come back. On the first day of the lunar new year, he went directly from the palace to the temples on the outskirts of the city, and put incense sticks on it to pray for the people.

Fei Mo walked through the temple fair through the thick snow, and Luoyang hadn't come down yet. They made an appointment to meet under the linden tree outside the temple, and he still had time to walk up slowly.

There are everything sold at the temple fair, masks, lanterns, red silk... everything.

"Brother, why don't you buy a piece of red silk? You can write on it and hang it on the linden tree in front of the temple. It's very effective." The peddler hawked the red silk.

Fei Mo looked interesting, picked one, and asked, "What does the bodhi tree ask for?"

The peddler counted them one by one: "Oh brother, there are so many of them. You can ask for anything. Look at the age of my brother, how about marriage? That century-old tree is very accurate. Buy one and try it?"

From the position where Fei Mo stood, looking up, one could just see a towering tree covered with red silk on the three thousand steps, and the red silk fluttered like a red thread.

"I want two." Fei Mo looked back, took out the money and bought two.

The peddler suddenly smiled happily: "Okay, I'm looking for your money, brother, go slowly, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years——"

There are three thousand steps, some people can't walk up, so they rent sedan chairs at the foot of the mountain and let people carry them up; while some people who believe in fate can't wait to take three steps, kneel down and five steps and kowtow to show their sincerity.

Fei Mo lifted up the hem of her clothes, clutching two pieces of red silk in her hand, and walked up step by step.

When the last [-] steps were left, Fei Mo saw Luoyang coming down from the top, and Luo Yang, who was wearing a purple princely suit fluttering, stepped on the white snow and strode up to Fei Mo.

Surrounding Fei Moth with a purple velvet cloak, Luo Yang said, "It's cold on the mountain, why don't you come up again wearing more clothes? And didn't I say I would go down to find you?"

Fei Mo tightened her cloak, held up two pieces of red silk, and said, "I'm not cold, so I couldn't help but go out to visit the temple fair first. The little brother at the foot of the mountain said that the bodhi tree was very spiritual, so he bought two, do you want to try it?" try?"

"These things are all deceptive, how can you get what you want by hanging a red silk?" Luo Yang pinched Fei Mo's nose and smiled dotingly, "What do you want, just tell me no .”

"Sincere sincerity leads to spirit, here, you take one and I take one." Fei Mo divided a piece of red silk into Luoyang's hand, and then led Luoyang to continue walking up.

The young monk in the temple happened to change gold and ink under the tree, and there was a copper bell next to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Fei Mo stood behind the little monk and asked, "Little master, what is this copper bell for?"

The little monk turned his head and glanced at the two, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, hello to the two benefactors. The copper bell is distributed to pilgrims who seek marriage. There is a red thread on the copper bell, and the elders will bless the pilgrims with a happy marriage for a hundred years."

After hearing this, Fei Mo realized that the round copper bells were in pairs, with a red thread tied in the middle.

"Are the two benefactors going to write something? The ink has been polished, please do it yourself." The little monk saw that the two were holding red silk in their hands, so he stopped disturbing.

Fei Mo spread the red silk on the small table, picked up the pen but didn't know what to write, looked up at Luoyang: "Luoyang, what do you think should be written?"

Luo Yang smiled helplessly: "Really want to write?"

"I want to write." Fei Mo tugged on Luo Yang's sleeve to make him squat beside her, and handed him the brush, "I'll give you the pen, just...seek a marriage."

"Hahaha... Isn't it easy to find a marriage?" Luo Yang laughed loudly, dipping his pen into the ink.

Fei Mo probed her head to look, and said softly: "Death and life are in harmony, talk to Zicheng...then what?"

Luo Yang took a look at Fei Mo, took his piece of red silk, and continued to write "Hold your hand, grow old with you", and the two of them just matched.

"Isn't this poem too vulgar?" Fei Mo dried up the ink, looked at it for a while, and said, "Everyone says this now, Yuelao hears people say that life and death are rich every day, will he remember what we begged for? "

"It's good to be vulgar," Luo Yang stood up and tied his piece to a branch. "There are so many people seeking marriage in the world, and Yuelao must be too busy. Naturally, if you ask for the same thing, put it together, then you can be like ordinary people." Husband and wife have a very ordinary marriage, don't you think?"

Fei Mo took another look at the red silk in her hand, and finally tied the red silk next to the one in Luoyang with her own hands: "Then I beg Yue Lao to give us a good marriage. I don't want it to be unforgettable, but I want it to last forever."

Luo Yang patted Fei Mo's head, picked up the brass bells on the small table, and gave one to him: "Bronze bells...what if the red wires are connected together?"

The thin red line is about one foot long, and it is impossible to find that the red lines are connected together unless you pick it up.

Fei Mo looked at it for a while, then lowered her head to bite off in the middle of the red thread, took the Luoyang part and wrapped it around his little finger, and she did the same.

"What is this for?" Luo Yang asked puzzled.

"When I was young, I heard people say that the red thread is not connected together. It must be tied to the little fingers of two people to be regarded as holding the red thread. It is tied to death." Fei Mo held up her little finger to show him.

Luo Yang stretched out his little finger tied with a red thread to hook Fei Mo's: "Then we have held the red thread?"

"Hanging on the hook, 100 years, not allowed to change." Fei Mo hooked Luoyang's little finger, and stamped his thumb, "Here, it's stamped, and it can't be changed for a lifetime. You are a liar."

"Okay, Liar is a puppy."

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In the evening Luoyang held a feast with the emperor and Luo Junnian, changed clothes and went down the mountain with Fei Mo to visit the temple fair.

Fei Mo had no clothes to change in the temple, and it was cold at night, so she simply wore Luoyang clothes, with the velvet purple cloak outside.

The temple fair at night is much more lively than during the day. On the first day of the lunar new year, relatives are visiting during the day, and most of the people visiting the temple fair are children. At night, there are more people and there are more vendors.

Luoyang took Fei Moth to guess the riddles and won two masks and two sky lanterns, as well as a lot of food.

"I thought guessing games were only available on the Lantern Festival." Fei Mo put on a mask and said in a dull voice.

Luoyang also put on a yaksha mask, and his pretty face turned into a yaksha. He said: "Temple fair, why is it called a temple fair without guessing riddles? There will be a lantern festival here during the Lantern Festival, and we will come again then." .”

Fei Mo nodded, and smiled under the fox mask: "Okay, I want a rabbit lantern then."

"Okay, let's go over there and have a look..."

There was a lot of food at the temple fair, Luoyang and Fei Mo bought a little bit of everything, and ate all the way to the foot of the mountain. The [-] steps with only lanterns hanging on them were very deserted, which was clearly different from the lively temple fair at the other end.

"What are we doing here?" Fei Mo looked around and asked Luoyang.

"The abbot of the temple will release sky lanterns under the bodhi tree. Once he releases them, the people at the foot of the mountain will also come here. We will choose a good location later." Luoyang explained.

Fei Mo heard it interesting, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and teased Luo Yang: "Lord Luo, didn't you say that you don't believe this?"

Luo Yang held Fei Mo's hand, pulled the person onto his back, and walked up the steps step by step: "If you believe it, I will believe it. And as you said, sincerity is true, since we are so sincere, God can't help but give us a good marriage, right?"

"Will you let me down? You've been gone for a day too." Fei Mo struggled to get down, regardless of what Luoyang said.

Luo Yang patted Fei Mo's ass, and weighed it up: "Don't move around, I'm all martial arts, I'll be fine for ten or eight days, I'll help you walk these three thousand steps, we must be the first Arrived."

Fei Mo lay on Luoyang's back, holding two unopened sky lanterns in her hands, rubbed against Luoyang, and said, "Luoyang... I really hope we will be together forever..."

"Will do."

Even though Luoyang and Fei Mo went up so early, they still didn't get the best spot. Some people waited on it during the day. The sky lantern is the same as the incense stick above, and a good spot is always better.

Fei Mo got off Luoyang's back and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe Luoyang's sweat: "Are you tired?"

Luo Yang shook his head: "It's a pity."

"It's a pity, sincerity leads to success, this position is already very good." Fei Mo turned her head and glanced at the people above and said.

A quarter of an hour later, the abbot came out with his disciples, and took out 81 sky lanterns, one in each hand, and let them fly together, praying for the blessings of the common people in the world.

The two lamps of Luoyang and Fei Mo were also lit, and they looked at each other and smiled, counting "one, two, three" and letting go together.

After the sky lantern flew up, Luo Yang lowered his head and kissed Fei Moth, and there was a sound of breaking through the air—the mask in Fei Moth's hand slowly fell to the ground, and the lips of the two were stained red with blood.

The author has something to say: [End of this chapter]

Maybe I will forget tomorrow, but let me tell you that Luoyang and Fei Mo were together before sending the sachet. You all understand what it means to send a sachet, right?Basically, the two of them almost got married, and then they were forced to GG.

In the previous scene, Fei Mo was sitting next to Luo Yang, but after Luo Jun came, Fei Mo wanted to get up and walk aside, but Luo Yang grabbed her sleeves, and here they are together.

It's too obscure. Next time I will drive directly. Driving is more intuitive and easy to understand.

Come on, you can insult Yan Lie.

ooc small theater:

Gui Yuan: God sees that we are so sincere, and will definitely let us stay together forever.

Yuelao: I don’t think so, so let’s die.

Gui Yuan: You are dead:) I will send you to experience calamity when I go back, using the book I wrote!

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