Seeing Taoist Qingya disappear into the wind and snow on his little donkey, Mu Qiuhuang felt a little disappointed in her heart. She looked at him and said unintentionally: "Young monk, if you want to go, you can go! The bet between you and me is over.

"

Wuxin looked at Mu Qiuhuang carefully and found that his expression did not seem to be fake. He couldn't help but feel a little strange, but after thinking about it seriously, he still shook his head and refused: "The young monk is willing to stay with the donor."

"Why?" Mu Qiuhuang was a little confused.

Wuxin replied seriously: "Because the donor has a great realm, it is beneficial for the young monk to follow the donor."

Mu Qiuhuang asked in confusion: "How did you know that I have a great realm?"

"You can see how the donor understood the word 'fate' that day." Wu Xin answered honestly.

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wu Xin with a strange expression. She never thought that Wu Xin was for this reason... Looking at Wu Xin with a sincere face, Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but feel a little guilty. After thinking about it, she said to Wu Xin:

"You have a fart realm. I was fooling you that day..."

Mu Qiuhuang confessed frankly, but Wu Xin was a little surprised. Looking at Mu Qiuhuang, there was more appreciation in his eyes, and he asked: "Don't you want the little monk to follow you to protect the donor?"

Mu Qiuhuang didn't expect that the thoughts in her heart had been guessed by Wu Xin. Then she couldn't help but laugh at herself, feeling that she had taken it for granted before.

Although Wuxin is young and has little experience, it does not mean that he has a low IQ... Besides, how can he be identified as a disciple of the Buddha if he is a mediocre person?

Mu Qiuhuang said to Wu Xin sincerely: "You go ahead! I have many masters in Beiyuhou Mansion, so why would I need your protection? Although I did have this thought before, it is different now," said the donkey breeder

Yes, the three of us are friends...I shouldn't use a bet to tie you to me anymore."

"Amitabha, thank you so much to the donor for truly treating this young monk as a friend at this moment." Wu Xin saluted Mu Qiuhuang.

Mu Qiuhuang returned a gift to Wu Xin and warned seriously: "Little monk, if you travel around the world, you should be more careful. You are very different from a donkey breeder. Although you two have the same innocent mind, you are better than a donkey breeder.

As far as donkeys are concerned, they are still too kind... Donkey owners will punch people down if they disagree with them, but you will argue with them... You don't want to think like this. If you meet people like me again in the future,

People, you should be more careful, don’t let people sell you and then help you count the money..."

Mu Qiuhuang said a lot of words sincerely, just like what parents tell their children before leaving, for fear that he would be bullied if he left her... Seeing Wu Xin looking at her intently, Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Angry, he stepped forward, patted Wu Xin on the shoulder and asked, "Have you ever remembered what I said?"

Wu Xin nodded dully.

Seeing Wu Xin's appearance, Mu Qiuhuang shook his head and sighed, and said leisurely: "Forget it, I'd better send two people to follow you. Don't be fooled again. If the Buddha Temple comes to ask

I want someone, and I don’t even know where to find you..."

Seeing Mu Qiuhuang chattering endlessly, Wu Xin couldn't help but interrupt Mu Qiuhuang, "Thank you for your concern, the donor. The young monk has no intention of leaving the donor."

"I told you that I lied to you, but you still don't want to leave?" Mu Qiuhuang asked in confusion.

"The donor is right. The young monk is stupid, so it is safer to stay with the donor." Wu Xin smiled.

"Just because of this, you don't have the courage to travel around the world?

"Mu Qiuhuang sighed, somewhat hating that iron cannot become steel.

Wu Xin looked at Mu Qiuhuang and said in confusion: "The donor thinks he is deceiving me... but how do you know that the deception you say is good advice in the eyes of the young monk?"

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wu Xin in astonishment, and said worriedly: "Little monk, are you going crazy by chanting sutras?"

Without any intention or anger, he said in a calm tone: "Donor, have you ever heard of 'His arsenic - frost, my honey'? How can the donor know the little monk's thoughts if he is not a young monk?"

Mu Qiuhuang nodded thoughtfully and said: "Okay! If you don't want to leave, just continue to follow me! But what I said still stands, and the bet between you and me is void. If you want to leave at any time,

You can all leave."

"Amitabha, thank you so much, donor." Wuxin felt grateful to Mu Qiuhuang from the bottom of his heart.

"In that case, you can go with me, and we will go see Fengling, the imperial capital together..." Mu Qiuhuang sighed and looked at the horizon in the distance.

At this time, the sky was still covered with fog and nothing could be seen. Just like the legendary imperial capital Fengling, it was covered in fog.

Mu Qiuhuang withdrew her gaze, looked at Linghu Jie who was leaning in front of the tent and drinking, and began to think hard in her heart.

Before coming to Wudang Mountain, Mu Qiuhuang discussed with Mu Qingen the real purpose of the young emperor's visit to the capital for the princes' children, but that conversation ended up being inconclusive because it involved Xiahou Wenyuan.

This time, except for sending Linghu Jie to escort him into the capital, Mu Qingen had no other written instructions. This can only explain one problem, that is, Mu Qingen has not yet understood what is going on in the imperial capital.

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Linghu Jie quietly, frowning, wondering why Mu Qingen sent Linghu Jie to follow her to the imperial capital this time? She recalled what Mu Qingen said at that time, "Linghu

Jie seems to be vulgar, but in fact he has a strong sense of the overall situation. Tan Baiming is a typical military character, and Ouyang Dongqing is good at resourcefulness. If his talents enter the court, he can serve as an assistant to the prime minister..."

The more Mu Qiuhuang thought about it, the less she understood. If Xia Hou Wenyuan was really as terrifying as his father described, wouldn't it be better to send Ouyang Dongqing this time than Linghu Jie? Just based on Ouyang Dongqing's nickname "Spirit Tiger"

"The two words, it can be seen that his resourcefulness is extraordinary... If Xiahou Wenyuan really planned this time, who can match him if Linghu doesn't go?"

"Young Master, it's so cold outside, why don't you stay in the tent?" Linghu Jie didn't know when he came to Mu Qiuhuang's side.

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Linghu Jie with his chest exposed in the wind and snow, and couldn't help but joked: "Brother Linghu doesn't feel cold even with his bare chest?"

After hearing this, Linghu Jie sheepishly wiped his chest and laughed, "My Linghu has rough skin and thick flesh, which makes me more resistant to freezing."

Mu Qiuhuang smiled slightly when he heard this, but didn't say anything.

Linghu Jie was minding his own business and rummaged through his chest and clothes. When he saw Mu Qiuhuang looking at him with a strange expression, he explained with a smile: "Young Master is going to make me laugh. Damn it, I fought with the Deni Kingdom before."

At that time, the little boy who had been wiped out of his country secretly shot an arrow. Fortunately, my spirit fox had rough skin and thick flesh, so he survived. However, when it comes to cloudy and snowy weather, the eye of the arrow will be a little itchy... If

My Linghu can still bear the pain, but the itching is really unbearable, and my Linghu can't help but want to scratch it a few times."

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Linghu Jie's wounds and became a little silent. Mu Qingen's six adopted sons each

He holds a heavy army and is in charge of one side, enjoying all the blessings and honors of his people...but the hard work and hard work behind them is also directly proportional to it...

Mu Qiuhuang said with a smile: "Brother Linghu, what's there to be embarrassed about? It's an honor to get injured in battle... Just scratch the arrow hole if it's itchy, and hit the kid if he makes a sneak attack... I just like Brother Linghu's directness."

Linghu Jie laughed loudly and said: "Young Master is absolutely right! I, Linghu, am a rough guy and cannot learn to talk about Bai Ming's coyness..."

Seeing that Linghu Jie was criticizing Bai Ming again, Mu Qiuhuang also joked with him for a while, and the two of them laughed from time to time.

…

"Brother Linghu, what is Fengling City like? I haven't been there yet." Mu Qiuhuang asked for advice.

Linghu Jie heard this and said with a smile: "Fengling City is just like that. To put it bluntly, the girls in the building over there are not as good as the girls in the Liujing River in Yunzhou City..."

Mu Qiuhuang laughed loudly when he heard this and said: "That's natural. Isn't there a saying, 'If there are 100% courtesans in the world, Liujinghe should have 99% of them'. Based on this, Liujinghe will take a look at it."

It is also unique in the world!"

"Young Master is absolutely right!" Linghu Jie agreed, suddenly remembered something, gave Mu Qiuhuang a thumbs up, and said in appreciation: "Young Master walked on the red carpet to the brothel before, that's the real thing.

A perfect one."

Hearing this, a strange meaning appeared in Mu Qiuhuang's eyes, and he laughed loudly: "Brother Linghu, please stop teasing me. After that incident, I'm afraid that my reputation as a fool has spread throughout Beiyu."

Alright?"

"What are you afraid of? Since ancient times, that successful man has not had many romantic affairs..." Linghu Jie continued.

"Haha... It's so relaxing to chat with Brother Linghu." Mu Qiuhuang said with a smile.

"By the way, I heard that the walls of Fengling, the imperial capital, are a hundred feet high. Is this true or false?"

"This is true." Linghu Jie affirmed.

"The city wall is so high. If the four gates are closed, no one can open them, right?"

Seeing that Mu Qiuhuang asked carefully, Linghu Jie knew that he was not just chatting, and he became serious.

However, Linghu Jie thought for a while and still said disdainfully: "Young master, don't worry about the city wall. According to what I, Linghu, think, no matter how high the city wall is, what's the use? The Fengling city wall is high, but Dongchehou is still

Don’t we still dare to raise troops to rebel... Although the walls of our nine cities in Beiyu are not high, how many people dare to rebel? Besides, even if our nine cities in Beiyu do not have city walls, as long as our army in Beiyu has a sword in their hands, everyone will do it

The city wall, this city wall made of people is hundreds of thousands of times stronger than the bricks and stones, young master, do you think this is true?"

"Brother Linghu is absolutely right!"

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Linghu Jie with admiration, remembering Mu Qingen's comments about him, which seemed crude but actually had a strong sense of the overall situation.

Mu Qiuhuang glanced around at the Beiyu sergeants, and then remembered Mu Qingen talking to him... Although he was a little confused about going to Fengling, the imperial capital, now, Mu Qiuhuang no longer has a trace of worry in his heart.

He said that his Qi Sea has been restored now, and his status as the Crown Prince of Beiyu alone is enough.

No matter how long the road ahead is for you, I will march forward courageously. With the courage of 300,000 tigers and wolves, where in the world can I not go?
Chapter completed!