Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 975 National Teacher (finale, 3k words)
Mu Xici reached out and touched the horse's mane, and the horse neighed happily and lowered its head docilely at her.

The thin and oily mane tickled her palm slightly, and the red gold bells on the saddle collided, bursting out bursts of sweet chimes.

The little girl calmly raised her eyes to look at the horse again. The sunlight was even brighter than the sunny day. It was the vitality and vigor that only belonged to young people that were flamboyant in his brows.

The fat pigeon with a red flower on its chest stared at a pair of black bean-like eyes, and tilted its head to hold a branch of crimson peonies, and Mu Xici took the flower, and finally couldn't help but smiled slightly: "What do you mean?" Did you suddenly think of bringing a horse to meet you?"

"I've been in a sedan chair before, and it's very bumpy and uncomfortable." Mo Junli smacked his lips, and the snow ball that had sent flowers cooed and flew back to his shoulders, "Besides, I know that A Ci is not an ordinary girl. "

"The square world in the inner house is not the place for you to stay—"

A small sedan chair should not imprison her body.

——She shouldn't be held and carried like a delicate flower, locked in a golden silk cage and placed on a gorgeous but cold ancient shelf, in courts, frontiers, on top of mountains and rivers, and among the people, that's the truth. The battlefield where she should soar.

He didn't want to restrain her, not even for the short few hours on the wedding day.

Don't even think about it.

"Ayan, you tampered with the ancient system so wantonly—" Mo Junli's expression was sincere and sincere, and the little girl laughed when she saw this and turned around and put down the beautiful but redundant fan for her.

Before getting on the horse, she took the peony hairpin to the top of her hair with her hands, such a gorgeous color, but it never cut her color by half.

"Aren't you afraid of being impeached by all the officials?" Mu Da Guoshi, who sat firmly, laughed in a low voice, and Mo Junli shook his head seriously in response: "No."

"Rules are made by people, not to mention that I have already informed them before performing the ceremony."

"The courtiers have no objections, and the old man also raised his hands in agreement."

"Besides, Ah Ci, didn't you notice?" The young man said triumphantly, pointing his eyes at Mu Xici's bright red dress, "I even specially changed your wedding dress."

"From the inner petticoat to the outermost shirt, I made everything by myself. Even the matching head and face were drawn by me and handed over to the craftsmen. This set of clothes is comparable to ordinary dresses. Much cleaner and lighter."

"I found out, but at first I thought that you were afraid that my neck would hurt from being pressed by that head," the little girl smiled, "I didn't expect it was for riding a horse."

"There is indeed such a consideration." Mo Junli grinned - when he was in Xishang, he was almost broken by the women's outfit.

"However, these are not important." The young man raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened into a smile, "Today, the old man wanted to experience the joy of being 'worshiped' by others, so he ran to the Prince's Mansion early in the morning."

"We don't have to go around to the palace to listen to it anymore—let's go, Aci, let's go directly to patrol the streets!"

"Okay." Mu Xici rolled his eyes, followed him to pull the rein and flick the whip slightly.

The breeze ruffles her wide sleeves and raises the hem of her dress, and the phoenix on the wedding dress spreads its wings, as if it wants to come out of the fire.

The gongs and drums soaring to the sky drifted away with the ten miles of red makeup, and the guests who were still in the Duke's mansion also rushed to the Prince's mansion together one after another.

After the guests in the mansion dispersed, Mo Wanyan and Mu Xiuning, who were left behind at the end, stepped onto the empty long street one by one.

There was still a faint smell of saltpeter from the burnt firecrackers on the street, and the girl kicking the stones in front of her smelled the smell and suddenly turned her head.

The sun shines through the treetops and is twisted by the branches and leaves. The light and shadow are mottled, reflecting her cat-like pupils.

"Mingxuan has already gone to the Duke's Mansion this month to propose marriage to A Yao." The little princess jumped back and forth on tiptoe, dancing up and down like a butterfly in a colorful dress following her movements, "So, Mu Mingyuan -"

"When will you marry me?"

"What?" Little Grandpa Mu was stunned when he heard these words, his heart subconsciously beat like a drum.

Seeing this, Mo Wanyan narrowed her cat's eyes with a smile, and raised her chin, humming coquettishly at him: "I said—"

"Mu Mingyuan, when will you marry me?"

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The people in the prince's mansion didn't know what happened in the new house on the night of the wedding. They only knew that their unlucky master was thrown out of the small courtyard by the princess with a quilt in the early morning of the next day.

Yan Chuan, who was on duty in the mansion, wanted to go up to him to "caring" for his master when he saw this, but he didn't want to see Mo Junli's vicissitudes and resentment eyes when he turned his head. Then he dispelled his full mind of watching the show.

Later, the newly married prince of a certain dynasty was forced to sleep alone in the wing room for more than half a month. It was not until the next month that the grand ceremony of worshiping the ancestors and the sky was approaching that Master Mu reluctantly let him go back to the room.

On the eve of the grand ceremony, Mo Junli and others got the news that Beili intends to restore; on the day of the grand ceremony, Yuan Lingzhi, who had been silent for more than half a year, brought the former Beili officials and raised the banner of "Restore|Restore Fuli" .

Unexpectedly, before she led the eight thousand stragglers into the imperial city, Bai Jingzhen, who had been waiting for a long time, pierced her waist and abdomen with a sword.

Before dying, she kept calling "Sir" repeatedly with red eyes, but the young man holding the long sword just turned his eyes indifferently when he heard this.

The farce-like "restoration" came to an end in this way, and the people who were still eager to make a move saw the sad end of these Beili people, and they all gave up their thoughts that they shouldn't have.

Mo Junli and Mo Junli, who had sacrificed to their ancestors, took a long vacation to the emperor. They took their cannons and their disciples with them, and traveled around to find out what Fan Shixiuqi had set up back then. Maybe they left behind. The insidious array.

Along the way, the two big and one small ones dismantled the formation to cross the soul, and set up a flag at the same time, hanging pots to help the world, and punishing corrupt officials.

When the formation in this circle was dismantled, the three of them had already become "children of gods and fairies" in the mouths of the common people, holding magical weapons and descending to the world. The old emperor was overjoyed when he learned of this, and immediately stretched out his hands With a slap in the face, he decided to serve them as the national teacher who protected the country.

Mu Xici thought that she still had an official rank, and took it for granted that Li Yunchi's position in this life must be hers, so she never took this matter to heart, let alone asked how the ceremony was arranged.

It wasn't until the early morning of the grand ceremony that she was inexplicably dug out of the quilt by life, and only then did she realize that the person who was going to be specially appointed as the national teacher by the emperor today was actually her.

"This, this, His Majesty is going to be canonized today." The girl who was pressed before the dowry and forced to change into a dress was stunned. "Shouldn't it be Xiao Yunchi?"

"How is that possible, Master." The little Taoist boy who was holding the crown of gifts rolled his eyes with a smile. Now that two years have passed, he has grown from a child to a half-grown boy. (Boys are 13-15 years old), with shallow knowledge and low morals, how can they take on such a great task of protecting the world?"

"Furthermore, master, you taught the apprentice, and the teacher's wife was also taught by you—and when you traveled around in these years, you spent the most effort, and the common people are most grateful to you. This No. [-] National Teacher Belonging to you, this is what it deserves.”

"But I'm not only the crown princess, but I'm also holding the rank of general in the court—" Mu Xici frowned and looked at the bronze mirror, feeling a bit at a loss for a while, "Would it be too impolite to be named a national teacher again?"

"Don't worry, we have already considered this point." Mo Junli, who had tied up her long hair for her little national teacher, bared her teeth, and smiled happily, "I have discussed it with the old man and the ministers of the previous court. Alright, No. [-] 'National Division' does not conflict with the rank of the general on your head."

"But you, the national teacher, don't need to wait for the old man to abdicate in the future, and then you will automatically pass it on to little luotou after a hundred years."

"Based on the old man's current physical condition, I reckon that he can work in that unlucky position for another ten or eight years at least—in this way, when Xiao Yunchi takes over the important task of protecting the country from you, he will be A steady little Taoist past the age of crowning."

"You don't have to worry about him anymore." Mo Junli lowered his eyes to look at Mu Xici's black pupils, while Li Yunchi nodded his head repeatedly when he heard the words.

Master Mu looked at one tall and one short in front of him, and after a long time, he couldn't help sighing quietly: "...You guys, you really let me make my own decisions."

Things had come to this, she had no choice but to accept her fate as Ren Mo Junli fixed her blue hair and put on her crown, and then, accompanied by the two of them, boarded the carriage that entered the palace.

At that time, Emperor Yun Jing had already waited on the stone platform outside the Golden Luan Hall, looking at the tall and slender girl who had just stepped through the palace gate with a smile.

Amidst the sound of bells and drums, Mu Xici stepped up the stone steps step by step accompanied by the ceremony and music; among the officials, Mo Junli looked at her slender figure that was getting taller but still as tall and straight as a bamboo, and laughed so hard that the corners of her eyes almost burst out. Tears came out.

——He said earlier in the morning that the girl who guarded the battlefield for Gan Ping for 12 years in her previous life should stand on the top of the ten thousand people beautifully and gracefully in this life, bearing what she should have inherited All the officials bowed their heads and received the admiration of all the people she deserved.

Now, he finally did it.

He finally did it.

Mo Junli raised his head, with a sense of comfort and piety in his eyes that he had never noticed before. After the girl on the stage had listened to the imperial decree, thanked the emperor, and respected the world, he also followed the courtiers, willingly bowed his head.

"Minister, please refer to the national teacher——"

The sound of paying homage resounded through the imperial city in an instant, and Mu Xici, who was standing above the ten thousand people, turned around and lowered his eyes, only seeing the civil and military officials who had paid homage all over the floor.

In the sea of ​​people, she saw the one big and one young among the crowd with just one glance. The gentle wind in early spring blew the hair of the two of them, and the warm sun coated them with a layer of gleam. She bent her lips He couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the blue sky above his head.

She knew that there would not always be such a "national teacher" who was destined to protect the common people in this world.

But she also knew that there would always be such a group of passionate and sincere people in this world.

Take the great responsibility that should belong to the "National Teacher"——

Forever and ever, pass on.

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　The big ending happened overnight, don't ask why, just asking is happiness.

　　Originally I wanted to write a compound word, but when I wrote it here, I suddenly felt that adding a compound word would be a continuation of the dog's end.

　　This place is just fine.

　　So don’t add it, write and read tomorrow, if you can write it out and add it to the episode, if you can’t write it out, then it’s too late, maybe because of your parents’ generation, this book, Xiao Yunchi, these three or four books are the front and back of a world , so the closing volume needs to be with Xiao Yunchi.

　　It is estimated that there will be about [-] words in the extra episode, mainly about cowardly ascending to the throne, the Xiao family, and then the linkage of the fairy world.

　　I'll take a week off first, and write slowly after the episode. New books can be posted on my homepage or our book friend group.

　　If there is no accident, first write an essay, and then open a sand sculpture fairy tale, to calm your mind and change your thinking.

　　I won't touch the old sayings in the short term. I know that it is difficult for me to write better old sayings in dramas than Xiao Guoshi.

　　One year and ten months, nearly two years.

　　This book is finally finished! ! ! !

　　Generally speaking, it is not perfect, but I am quite satisfied. It is a book that I am willing to take out and re-read after ten years.

　　Every character in it has brought me a lot of surprises, except for A Ci and Counseling, A Sister, Lao Xiao, Lao Mo, Uncle, Dad, Song Xianxian...

　　Basically, every character with a name and surname has touched me more or less.

　　I can't even remember how many clothes I've wet through tears.

　　The only thing I regret is that I swore at the beginning that I would write a little sweet article about power-seeking...?
　　In short, thank you for your support and tolerance over the past two years. This is the end of the story of the little national teacher. Before leaving, I will ask for a monthly ticket. See you in the new book!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)