The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Jing Zhaomu Confesses Bai Yun Dyeing the Moon

After passing through this batch of killers, the road back to Beijing went smoothly.

In the early morning of the next day, the carriage arrived at the Imperial Capital.

Jing Moyan bumped all the way, he seemed to be unwell, so he went straight back to the palace to rest.

Yun Ranyue returned to Lanyue Palace, changed her clothes, and then went to the imperial study to meet Emperor Hongyuan.

The fact that he was intercepted halfway last night had already reached Emperor Hongyuan's ears.

The drizzle was still falling, hazy, and the ground was full of water.

Royal study.

Emperor Hongyuan slapped the table, furiously: "It's unreasonable! Then Jimo Hanjin is so arrogant that he dared to intercept and kill our Dajin State Teacher. Does this mean he wants to declare war on Dajin!"

Jimo Hanjin's actions last night may have exactly this intention.

Jimo Hanjin is originally an ambitious person, I am afraid that his grand plans and ambitions are not only limited to Xirong, but even Dajin, he also thinks about it.

No!I'm afraid that he will have the whole world in his pocket.

Yun Ranyue, who was sitting on the side, said: "The ambition of the regent of Xirong, one Xirong can no longer satisfy him."

His next target is Da Jin.

Yun Ranyue knew in her heart that it was Jimo Hanjin's idea that Emperor Xirong invited him to the birthday banquet.

That birthday banquet was just a Hongmen banquet.

Jimo Hanjin's goal is also him.

Putting poison on the banquet and intercepting him halfway, Jimo Hanjin's purpose was to kill him.

Emperor Hongyuan snorted coldly: "Since Jimo Hanjin took control of the Xirong government, his ambitions have really increased."

The alliance between Dajin and Xirong also disintegrated during this dynasty.

When the first emperor of Xirong was alive, Xirong and Dajin had a good relationship. In addition, Jing Moyan's mother and concubine, Jimo Lian, married to Dajin as a joint marriage. During the first emperor's time, Dajin and Xirong had always been friendly.

After the death of Jimo Lian, the first emperor of Xirong and the first emperor of Jin passed away one after another. Xirong was inherited by Jimo Yuan, because he was still young at that time, and his uncle Jimo Hanjin was in charge of the government as the regent.

Since Jimo Lian passed away, Da Jin and Xi Rong changed heirs, and the two countries have had little contact.

Some time ago, the envoys of Xirong went to Dajin with a letter written by Emperor Xirong, which said that in order to promote the friendship between the two countries, he invited the master of Jin to attend the birthday banquet.

I thought that Xi Rong sincerely asked them to go to the banquet, but I didn't expect that it would be a grand banquet to invite you into the urn.

Emperor Hongyuan's face was gloomy, and he couldn't help but sneer: "No wonder Xirong asked the national teacher to attend the banquet by name, so it was to break the Jin Dynasty."

Since the war between Beiyan and Dajin five years ago, because of the appearance of Yun Ranyue, Dajin turned defeat into victory, and all countries knew that Dajin's national teacher was resourceful, his wisdom was like a monster, and he was the backbone of Dajin.

If you want to break through Da Jin, you must first win Yunranyue.

Jimo Hanjin had figured this out, that's why he took Yun Ranyue into surgery.

Emperor Hongyuan understood what Jimo Hanjin was thinking.

After this time, the war between Dajin and Xirong may have quietly begun
Yun Ranyue raised her eyebrows and reminded: "The emperor wants the troops stationed on the border of Xirong to pay more attention. It won't be long before Xirong will make some moves."

Jimo Hanjin's ambition has been clearly revealed, and the war between Da Jin and Xi Rong is imminent.

Emperor Hongyuan nodded with a serious face: "I will order the generals at the border to pay close attention to Xirong's movements. If they dare to invade, we will not give way in Dajin."

Then he looked at Yun Ranyue, and his voice eased: "The national teacher encountered danger on the road, was there any injury along the way?"

Yun Ranyue lowered her jaw slightly, lowered her eyebrows and eyes, not surprised by favor or humiliation: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty, I am not injured."

"That's good," Emperor Hongyuan nodded.

He added: "The girl Fuxi just returned to the palace a few days ago, and it just so happens that the national teacher has just returned from his mission to Xirong. Tomorrow, I will hold a reception banquet for you in the palace."

Yun Ranyue frowned imperceptibly, he never liked this kind of banquet.

Since it was the emperor's order, it was inconvenient for him to shirk it, so he had no choice but to respond: "I will obey the emperor's arrangement."

"Okay, I'll let the palace servants do it."

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At that time, Yun Ranyue came out of the imperial study.

The rain outside gradually subsided, the sky was gray and blue, and the ground was wet with rain.

It rained all night, and the cold air hit the body, and the weather was a bit cold.

After leaving the imperial study room, Yun Ranyue walked through the [-]-meter long corridor. At the end of the long corridor, a woman stood tall and graceful, with a clear figure. She was dressed in a plain white dress, swaying in the breeze, like a fairy.

Her black hair reaches her waist, and she wears a simple bun. She has a beautiful face that is pure and elegant, clean and untouched by the world.

This woman, with a clean and clean temperament, seems to be a watery lotus carved out of ink and wash, not to disturb the world, not to get dusty.

On her arm was a snow-white cloak, which was the same white as the clothes of the man walking slowly in the corridor.

Yun Ranyue frowned, wrapped in a cold mist, and walked past her without looking sideways.

"Master National Teacher, please stay."

Jing Zhaomu whispered, Qing Ling's voice was like the Sanskrit sound tapped in the Buddhist language, she stepped forward step by step, advancing and retreating slowly across the distance.

Passing out the cloak in his hand, the Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist exude a touch of sandalwood, Jing Zhaomu's red lips lightly parted, and he did not lick it: "It's cold, keep this cloak for the master to keep out the cold."

She stared lightly at the man's desolate face in front of her, and the soft light twinkling between her eyebrows was the obsession buried deep in her eyes.

Yun Ranyue paused, closed her cold eyes, and said in a cold tone, "No, thank you princess for your kindness."

He had met Jing Chaomuliiao a few times in the palace before, so he knew her well.

After finishing speaking, Yun Ranyue turned and left, but was called again by Jing Zhaomu: "Master National Teacher, wait a moment."

Jing Zhaomu's cheeks were slightly flushed, she was generous, and handed him a delicately embroidered purse: "Master Guoshi, this is Fuxi's wish."

Her heart is in this purse, it goes without saying that she likes him.

Jing Zhaomu has never been a shy person, as long as she likes it, she will boldly confess and fight for it.

This man has been hidden in her heart for many years.

Five years ago, when he became the Grand Master of Jin for the first time, she was only ten years old at that time.

When they met for the first time, she fell in love with her at first glance, and she could no longer tolerate others in her eyes.

It was because she was still young, hiding her feelings in her heart, waiting for one day when she grew up, she would express her love to him.

Now she is fifteen, not long after Jiji, the age of marriage, and the time to confess to him.

Yun Ranyue glanced at the purse, and said coldly, "I already have it."

After speaking, he left directly.

Jing Zhaomu was clutching his purse, dazed in a daze, his brows and eyes were tinged with bitterness, had he already accepted other women's purse?
There is a custom in the Jin Dynasty, as long as a man accepts a woman's purse, it means that the two love each other and make a private decision for life.

Jing Zhaomu couldn't believe it, how could such a cold and desolate man like him, who had never been close to women, accept other women's purses.

What kind of woman can touch his heartstrings
There was a maid standing beside him, and Jing Chaomu asked: "Is there any woman in the imperial capital who is close to the master?"

(End of this chapter)