Chi kiss mirror

Chapter 818
Immortal Flowing Fire's fingertips were cold as he touched the stone carvings on the tombstone with a panicked expression.

His body was petrified, but the blood pouring over his head made his mind even more blank.I don't know what kind of relationship is involved in such a touch in my heart.

Standing in front of the tombstone in a daze, meditating on the words "Mu Yan Zhi Yu" and suddenly tightening his eyebrows. . . . . .

"Who, who's there?!" The soldiers guarding the imperial mausoleum came on patrol, and faintly saw a figure standing over there, holding a long halberd and running to catch up.

Who is so bold, dare to break into the imperial tomb privately?Although it is Qingming today, this is not a place where ordinary people can come in to worship!

But suddenly a puff of green smoke rose up, and it was like a phantom blown away, disappearing.

The soldiers who rushed over shivered, and the leader's face was a little pale. Why did he seem to vaguely see the heroic figure in front of King Wu Ling?
Sweeping across the mausoleum, I couldn't help feeling a chill behind my back, feeling that it was His Highness who blamed them for their rudeness and laziness.

Quickly ordered the soldiers under his command to weed and clean up the tomb that had not been swept for many years. The leader himself stood respectfully in front of the tombstone, folded his hands together and said, "Don't blame your highness, don't blame your highness. The younger ones are also following orders. I'm sorry, your highness." Don't blame, Your Highness, don't blame!"

After finishing speaking, he looked around nervously, took out a stack of paper money and ingots from his sleeve, lit a fire and burned them in front of the tomb.

The majestic King Wuling, the son of the former emperor, and the younger brother of His Majesty today, has such desolate things behind him.

The common people had to travel thousands of miles to the deserts of the Western Regions to worship him, and the imperial mausoleums could not be sacrificed or cleaned.

In fact, Liu Huo didn't go away, and watched from a condescending figure.

Knowing that this Mu Yan Zhi Yu is definitely in conflict with His Majesty today.

When Fayan opened his eyes, he thought that the corpse of this person would be buried in such a tragic way.I don't want to, but there are only clothes and hats inside, but no bones.

This is a clothes tomb. Judging from the date of inscription, it was also buried before the death of the late emperor.White-haired people send black-haired people.

Looking at it this way, it didn't solve the doubts in Liuhuo's heart, but it was even more mysterious.

He straightened his body, but went to the suburban palace again.

Regarding this Martial King, there should be more records of his life.

. . . . . .

Outside the imperial mausoleum, among the green pines and green cypresses, there is a palace that can only be used for the emperor's driving to clean up the dust and take a rest during the tomb sweeping in Qingming.

The palace stands on the steep peak, and outside the palace, the mountains are like layers of screens wrapping this Fengshui treasure land, which is very majestic and mighty.

"Your Majesty, the imperial mausoleum of my dynasty stands here in a place of heavenly splendor and treasures, and it will surely bless my Luanfeng kingdom for generations to come and prosper, and my foundation will last for thousands of years!"

There is a faint smell of tobacco leaves in the hall.

Amidst the white smoke, a man in a dragon robe half-recumbent on the dragon couch.

He half-closed his eyes, and the laziness between his brows made him half awake, half drunk.

A little father-in-law half-kneeled on the edge of the cave and lit a pipe for him.

This person is Muyan Qinfeng who has been the emperor of the Luanfeng Dynasty for 47 years and is now in his twilight years.

The man standing below is also an octogenarian with gray temples.However, her eyes were shining brightly, and her mouth had a sinister arc.

Prime Minister Zhang who flattered the emperor endlessly, but in fact, was exactly this person.

When he said this, Mu Yan Qin Feng became even happier!

Protected by the ancestors, this country is finally in the hands of Mu Yan Qinfeng.

If it was a plaything, he tried everything possible to snatch it, but after less than half a hundred, he was a little bored.

The glory and wealth are nothing more than that.Trying hard to rule the poor all his life is nothing more than the wise emperor who repeats the old saying over and over again.

Therefore, Mu Yan Qin Feng gradually became tired.

He even thought about what would happen if he had made his eldest brother the emperor, and he inherited the mantle of his master Qiu Ji and continued to practice in Shushan?
Did he, Senior Brother Yan, attain Taoism and become a celestial being today?

Has he already been in Tiangong, and has become a fairy couple with his favorite cousin Zhaoruo?
His eyes froze, the puff of tobacco leaves became a little urgent, and Mu Yan Qinfeng suddenly coughed.

　Well, today's first update

　　
　
(End of this chapter)