Duan Qingli sat down in front of the bed, held Jun Limo's arm and said, "You should know that Xiao Chengyi used the fire in the ancestral temple to spread rumors and say that I was immoral, and now the people are gathering in front of the palace gate to demand an explanation from me!
He is the person mentioned by the Holy Son as having evil intentions towards Southern Xinjiang. No matter what the cost, I will kill him to avoid future troubles!"
Jun Limo came back to his senses, he frowned and looked at Duan Qingli and asked: "Your Majesty, have you ever thought about why Xiao Chengyi wants to be an enemy of Southern Xinjiang? If it wasn't because you captured his beloved, why would he?
this?
Everything has a cause and a result. You have entrusted the future of Southern Xinjiang to a man who has been sleeping for a hundred years, have you ever thought about the consequences?"
Duan Qingli's expression changed: "Are you questioning my decision?"
Jun Limo took a deep breath, calmed down his thoughts and said, "That's all, since mother insists on doing this, my son can help you! I hope mother, your choice is correct."
Duan Qingli looked at him with some relief: "This is my good son, Mo'er. Everything I did is for you. This southern Xinjiang country will only belong to you in the future. When you become the king of southern Xinjiang,
,What do you want and can’t get?”
Jun Limo lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, mother." After a pause, he asked again, "Did Miss Mu be taken to the Gu Palace?"
Duan Qingli said: "I have used the blood of the King of Gu to remove the poison in her body and restored her appearance, but I didn't expect that her face was ruined.
I used hypnosis on her when she was having an emotional breakdown to make her forget her past, so that she would not seek death even if she was made a blood vessel!"
Her real purpose of hypnotizing Mu Yun'an was to make Mu Yun'an be under her control and not do anything extreme.
Jun Limo was shocked, but he didn't show it on his face: "My son is impressed by my mother's thoughtfulness. The most important thing right now is to solve the problem of the ancestral temple. I wonder what countermeasures my mother has?"
Duan Qingli raised her lips and said, "This depends on you. Aren't you the high priest of Southern Xinjiang?"
The high priest is in charge of sacrifices in southern Xinjiang and is highly respected by the people. As long as the high priest comes forward, the matter will naturally be solved.
Jun Limo understood what she meant, he covered his lips and coughed a few times: "Yes, the son should try his best to relieve his mother's worries."
Duan Qingli patted his back and said, "I have some healing medicine there, I'll have it delivered later."
After saying that, she stood up and said: "You take good care of yourself, I'll go back first."
Jun Limo watched her leave. After the door closed, he lay back on the bed again, his deep eyes staring at the curtain above his head in trance.
After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, but a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.
Dusk is approaching, in the second princess's mansion.
Everyone was waiting anxiously. Several hours had passed since Xiao Chengyi's Heartless Gu broke out, but there was not even a sign of improvement.
And Xiao Chengyi's pulse became weaker and weaker, as if he had given up resistance.
Little did he know that Xiao Chengyi was trapped in nothingness at this time.
Looking around, everything was white. He didn't know where he was or who he was.
Just when he was about to be swallowed up by this void, a woman's voice came from the vast distance, calling him: "Brother Yi, Brother Yi."
Xiao Chengyi raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He stumbled and walked over. Suddenly, a loud sound of bells came, and the Buddha's light in the sky dispersed the fog.
In the blink of an eye, the place he was in turned into a large hall, and inside the hall was a monk wearing cassocks kneeling.
Xiao Chengyi walked over and asked curiously: "Excuse me, where is this place?"
The monk lowered his head and said nothing. He frowned and walked forward to look at it. He saw that the monk was holding a lacquered gold spiritual tablet in his arms. On it was written the spiritual tablet of Mu Yun'an, the daughter of the general of the country.