It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 433 King Langya makes a stunning appearance

Mao Hongmao saw that Luoyang was getting busier and busier, so he asked Yang Xianrong if he wanted to renovate Mingyue Tower for business. This is also a gathering point for the Embroidered Clothes Messengers, making it easy to do many things.

Yang Xianrong hesitated, "What if Mingyue Tower is sold?"

"Why? It's good to leave a place, in case you want to come to Luoyang in the future?" Mao Hongmao shook his head, "Looking at the current situation, there may still be trouble. Besides, didn't Xu Zhenren say that Da Jin's luck is similar? ”

"That's what they say, but actually I don't believe it either." Yang Xianrong curled his lips, "I always think he is very unreliable."

"His behavior is weird, but maybe it's the characteristic of a Xuanmen Taoist. Look at the few people around Sima Yue. They gather together every day to use tortoise shells for divination, and they speak fluently. Sima Yue now even has to make a fortune before going out, tsk Tsk tsk, I heard that I also asked about the marriage divination, and I want to get two more concubines for myself."

"It seems that his health has really improved a lot." Yang Xianrong laughed, "What is Manager Zhang doing? Let him come over and talk."

"He was tinkering with brewing in the backyard." Mao Hongmao also laughed, "That day I talked to him about opening Mingyue Tower, and he said he wanted to try brewing himself. At the beginning, the late emperor also liked to drink. , they also made a lot of wine together. So, I was thinking about setting up a sign at Mingyue Tower to say that this is the late emperor’s recipe and it tastes great.”

"Isn't this bad?" When talking about Sima Zhong, Yang Xianrong's expression had softened a lot, at least it didn't feel that painful.

So, time is the cure for everything.

Those injuries and even scars will gradually fade away and disappear.

"That's not bad. When I went to Luoyang to do some shopping that day, I saw Ji Qingfang performing the late emperor's favorite Southern opera. It was said that the venue was full."

"What is this?" Yang Xianrong's interest was aroused.

"It means that before the emperor Sima Yan became emperor, he met a little girl on the road, and then helped her fight off the gangsters, and finally won the beauty back."

"This is real?"

"It is said that she is the mother-in-law of the current emperor." Mao Hongmao's voice was lowered.

"Can you sing this too? Doesn't Sima Chi know?"

"So what if you know? Maybe you think this can prove that his mother and the late emperor are destined to love each other." Mao Hongmao clicked again, "So, I heard passers-by still sighing that day, saying that back then If we had just made Sima Chi the emperor instead of letting that fool sit in this position, maybe we wouldn't have caused eight years of chaos."

After saying this, Mao Hongmao lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.

Yang Xianrong was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "If Sima Chi had become emperor back then, he wouldn't be as good as he is now. I'm afraid he would have been killed long ago, and he could still be singing and singing in Hanyue Palace every night. Which one of the princes of the Sima family is the most economical?"

"That's true. At least it's a lot quieter now. I heard that Sima Rui, the king of Langya in the south of the Yangtze River, sent a lot of fresh food the day before yesterday, saying that he wanted to pay homage to Emperor Xiaohui during the Qingming Festival. When he was buried before He was in a hurry and didn't make it."

Mao Hongmao was indeed well-informed and knew everything, whether it was public discussions or affairs between the DPRK and China. For a moment, Yang Xianrong felt that his talents had been wronged, and he was trapped in Jinyong City to spend his days with her.

Looking around Guangmo Palace, it is getting colder and colder. If it were really a retreat from the world, wouldn't it be boring?

This thought just passed by for a moment. Yang Xianrong stood up and said, "Then let's pack up and go to Luoyang early tomorrow morning."

"Then slave girl, go get ready." Cuixi said immediately.

"What are you preparing for? You can't tell them that I came to Luoyang. Let's just go and have a look quietly and come back quietly." Yang Xianrong also felt that he felt uncomfortable after living here for a cold winter. Thinking that she is now twenty years old, her mood has become extremely gloomy because of the dilapidation here. This is not a good thing.

She warned herself that as a person, you still need to have some vitality.

If you go to Luoyang City for a walk, you can't bring too many people with you.

Yuan Jianshuo and He Jiunian could not leave, so she could only take Qin Chaoge and three or four imperial guards as guards.

Zhang Liangxue must also stay in Jinyong City. If someone comes or something happens, he can resist it for a while.

Lan Xiang couldn't go, she wanted to stay with Sima Jing.

Therefore, in the end, in addition to Mao Hongmao and Lao Zhang driving the carriage, only Cui Xi and Lu Zhu followed her. Qin Chaoge and the others rode alone.

After calculating the number of people, in order to deceive others, these people even disguised themselves, put on civilian clothes, and quietly went to Luoyang City through the side entrance of Jinyong City.

Fortunately, the city of Luoyang has now opened its doors. There is no need for an exit order. People can come and go freely and it is very lively.

Even though Yang Xianrong and the others were mixed in the crowd, no one could tell.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will not look good if she wears rustic clothes without any makeup or jewelry. At least with Yang Xianrong's current appearance, even if Sima Zhong saw her, he might not recognize her at once.

Thinking of this person, Yang Xianrong actually smiled.

I got up early and rushed to a late market.

By the time they entered Luoyang, lunch was almost over.

Mao Hongmao meant to just find a place to eat, but when Yang Xianrong saw the gradually bustling scene in Luoyang City, he was actually a little emotional, and even stood stunned by the roadside. Although those shops and signboards have been changed several times, it seems that nothing has changed.

The door of the Yang family is still closed, but it seems that she can still see herself and her brothers entering at that time, Sima Ying and Liu Yao will also come in and out, and the burning Feng Luan and her father's tears that day... …How did that happen?

Just as she was stunned, the newly decorated Jiqingfang next to it suddenly sounded the gongs and drums, and the sound became louder and louder. Many people on the street were attracted and talked about it: "What's going on? Isn't it just at night?" Are you going to start the gong now?”

"I'm afraid it's not practice, right?"

"You can also take a look. It's good to sing sincerely."

"Yes, yes, the one who plays the emperor is good-looking too."

"Hey, this one today seems to be taller than the one last night? Does it look better?"

Following the discussion of these people, Yang Xianrong also stretched his neck and looked towards the small stage in Jiqingfang.

The face that had already been outlined with oil paint was very stunning. Da Ma kicked out the door with a golden sword, and the gongs and drums were just in place. Every time he raised his hand to appear, he was applauded by everyone.

But Yang Xianrong recognized this man, he turned out to be Langya King Sima Rui.