After rebirth, the princess made and dragged

Chapter 238 Everyone has their own thoughts

Qin Yue frowned: "As far as I know, the location of the Moon God Palace is mysterious and no one can know it. You can't find the place even if you have the key and no map."

Emperor Qinghe nodded and said in a casual tone: "You're right. It's best to find it, and it doesn't matter if you can't find it. These are all trivial matters, not important."

"What I want to tell you is that your operation can fail, and all your men can be lost, but worshiping the moon will never restore the country, and you must come back alive. This is my only two requirements for your trip.

.”

The Moon Worshiping Army is indeed a good sword, and he does covet the Yue Worshiping Army's combat power, but if this force is unruly and difficult to control, he would rather destroy them.

Qin Yue understood Emperor Qinghe's intention, stood up immediately, and said cautiously: "I will live up to my orders."

Emperor Qinghe smiled happily: "When you return in triumph, the poison on Gu's body will be resolved. If you don't mind her then, she can fake her death and directly transform back into Princess Hailing, or she can make peace with Qi Ming! If necessary,

Wherever I nod for help, please let me know."

"Your Majesty!" Qin Yue's pupils shook and he looked grateful.

Emperor Qinghe smiled gently: "She is the daughter-in-law chosen by Ji Yao personally for you. How can I break my trust with Ji Yao unless I have to? People, only living has meaning, and the premise of all love is that,

That person is still there. Do you think so?"

Qin Yue stood in awe and bowed with his sleeves: "Your Majesty is transparent and open-minded, and I have benefited a lot from him."

*

On April 26, before dawn, the General's Mansion was already busy.

In the backyard, Gu Mingshu also stood up, took the handkerchief from the maid's hand, washed her face, regained consciousness, and walked to the secret room.

"Nuanfeng, how are things arranged?" She asked immediately after arriving.

Nuanfeng placed a stack of books in a box: "Miss, as you said, the medical books and other things have been placed in different boxes."

Gu Mingshu hummed, opened a box and checked it, then pointed at one and said: "The medical books in this box are sent to Master's house, this one is sent to Liuyunxuan, and these..."

Following her order, the secret room quickly emptied.

Gu Mingshu half-squinted her eyes, thinking: Qi Ming is about to enter the room, and he is a person familiar with the art of mechanism, so the secret room is no longer secret.

However, the performance required a complete set, so she ordered: "Go and get some unique calligraphy and painting books."

"yes."

In the blink of an eye, fish belly white appeared in the east.

Nuanfeng came over softly: "Miss, it's late, you should freshen up, otherwise it will be too late."

Gu Mingshu was flipping through a brochure without even raising her head: "I'm injured, and I don't have to go out to meet the bride. I can just change into wedding clothes then."

Nuanfeng was slightly startled when he heard this, and said hesitantly: "Miss, this is a gift of marriage. If the guests see you naked, I'm afraid they will say you are disrespectful."

Gu Mingshu twitched the corner of her mouth and said in a cold tone: "Hijab, who knows if I have makeup or not? Besides, Your Majesty won't care about this!"

Chunhua, who was waiting on the other side, was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask: "How can your Majesty be so magnanimous?"

Gu Mingshu's lips curled up with a cold mockery: "The marriage between Qin Yue and me was also a gift, but I was forced to sit in a small sedan and enter through the small door. Everyone in the capital knew that I was humiliated, and His Majesty did not blame him.

That’s how generous you are.”

Chunhua didn't expect that Gu Mingshu would be touched by an old wound in her heart, and she suddenly panicked: "Miss, I..."

"It doesn't matter, it's all over. There's nothing to say." Gu Mingshu smiled and waved her hand, "Go ahead and leave me alone for now."

But Nuanfeng said: "Having said that, if Mr. Qi knows that you don't take it seriously..."

When Gu Mingshu heard this, she laughed directly. Her eyebrows were exquisite, and her smile was indescribably smart, but the words coming out of her lips were without warmth: "If he is dissatisfied, he can make peace with me."

Nuanfeng was speechless for a moment.

Gu Mingshu turned over a page of paper and suddenly remembered something and said: "Let Uncle Wu hold the chicken to welcome the bride. It will be auspicious and good luck."

Hug...hug a chicken?

But in Dazhao, it was only when a high-ranking official brought up a concubine with a bad background that he would use a chicken to marry the host. This rule is true.

Not only does the young lady not care about Mr. Qi, she also seems to want to humiliate him?

Well, since it's the son-in-law who comes to visit, it would be a good thing for the young lady to use this matter to cheer up her wife.

*

Qingyun Inn.

Qi Ming was dressed in happy clothes, with a smile on his face and a refreshing look between his brows.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Rong Ming opened the door with a serious face, as if he had made a big decision.

When Qi Ming saw the person coming, he asked the maid who was in charge of dressing to go down, with a slight smile on his lips: "Today is my happy day, why are you so serious?"

Rong Ming's eyes were burning and he asked in a deep voice: "Is Qin Yue really the orphan of Princess Yaolin? Are you not mistaken?"

Qi Ming walked to the table on one side, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over. His tone was calm: "If you don't believe me, you can stay here with me."

Rong Ming's expression wrinkled, and he hesitated in his eyes: "Qin Yue will lead the tribe on an expedition tomorrow! If I don't follow, the tribe will..."

Qi Ming's smile deepened and he said unhurriedly: "The clansmen will not believe him immediately! But with Qin Yue's methods, they will still believe him after a while at most!"

The name of the God of War of Qin and Yue is not just bragging.

That man was like a god with his troops, and his combat prowess was unparalleled.

Although the Moon Worshipers are powerful, they are also the easiest to succumb to the strong.

Rong Ming understood what Qi Ming meant and did not dwell on this issue. He just said depressedly: "If you hadn't given the key to the palace to the dog emperor, you could have tested Qin Yue's bloodline."

Qi Ming took a sip of tea and said in a dignified manner: "Guess, after the elites led by Qin Yue enter the hinterland of the Quanrong, will the Jokhang Emperor want the rich man in the Moon God Palace?"

Rong Ming was slightly startled, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he made a decision: "Okay! I'll go with him!"

Qi Ming looked at his friend and lowered his voice: "Have you decided?"

Rong Ming hummed, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp: "Yes, I want to take a gamble."

Bet on whether the dog emperor is greedy or not, bet on whether Qin Yue is of the blood of the moon-worshipping royal family!

Qi Ming's smile deepened: "Come here, I have something to say to you."

The two of them whispered for a while, and Rong Ming's eyes opened wider and wider.

Just as he was about to speak again, there was the sound of crackling firecrackers outside the inn.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, the auspicious time has come."

Qi Ming just finished speaking, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Emperor Qinghe can't let me go back to worship the moon, I can only leave the rest to you. So..."

He stopped, his expression solemn as never before: "You must remember what I just said, otherwise we will lose everything."

Rong Ming's gaze was fixed, and he couldn't help but show admiration and solemnity in his eyes. He stood up and bowed his head to the end, "Don't worry!"

This is a promise and a guarantee.

Qi Ming stopped looking at him, stood up, opened the door, and walked towards the wedding he had planned.

As soon as he left the room, he realized something was wrong.

Where is his horse?

How about a big white horse with no mottled hair on its body and a big red flower hanging around its neck?

"Uncle Qi, do you feel that there is something missing in this courtyard?" Qi Ming asked the entourage behind him.

The old servant, who was over fifty years old, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Sir, Your Majesty has new grace. You will know it when you go to the door."

(End of chapter)