"Qing … master passed away …"
Yang Muyu clearly felt that Mo Qing held his hand and seemed to shake his eyes and get wet gradually.
"Go straight to the imperial city and go home!" Ordered mo Qing.
"Yes!" Du Yun agreed to a.
But where Mo Qing was waiting, he took Yang Muyu directly from the carriage and flew straight to the commanding city of Qing Yao. Yang Muyu could see the magnificent buildings of the whole city of Qing Yao, but he didn’t give him the slightest time to watch Mo Qing, who had taken him straight to the hall of Qing Yao.
Sunny Yao hall Bai Zan incense hall has long been set up. A middleman wearing an emperor’s head and a purple and gold crown saw Mo Qing come back and was busy to meet him quickly-
"I have seen the emperor!" Jin Di was busy kneeling to salute Mo Qing and shook his head. "Don’t bother. When did this happen?"
"Just half a month ago, I didn’t want to wait for you to come back so soon, but-look at the weather now, I have to mourn with housekeeper Jane!" Jin Di is busy explaining that in recent days, he has been busy enough. He has to preside over the funeral of the Mohist master in Qingyao City while he is busy with the national affairs of Qingyu Empire. He is even more afraid of handling improper ink and coming back to anger him.
Chapter III Housekeeper
Mo Qing was busy. "You did a good job. It’s hard for you!"
"The emperor is welcome. I can do my duty to the emperor. It is my honor." Jin Di was busy being polite and modest, and then his eyes fell on Yang Muyu.
"This is a child. I’ll just go out this time and pick him up!" Mo Qing introduced
"It turned out to be a public!" Jin Di was busy bending down and honoring Yang Muyu, knowing that he, the emperor of Qingyu Empire, dared not ask him to reciprocate, saying, "Muyu has seen you."
"Don’t bother" Jin Di was busy holding his hand and grinning. "Now that the Emperor has come back, that’s-"
"I know things are busy. Since I’m back, I can’t leave you in Qingyao City." Ink is innocent. He means that Emperor Jin is the emperor of Qingyu Empire, and he is also very busy.
"In that case, I put …" Jin Di’s words haven’t finished yet, and when the ink shadow has disappeared, he has already knelt in front of the mourning hall.
"Give me everything!" Yang Muyu sighed and looked at Jin Di’s embarrassment. He added, "My father’s grief in his heart is also not to blame." Although Qing Yao City is above Qing Yu Empire, he has to give some face to the emperor of a country.
"I’m kidding. It’s human nature. Why can’t I understand?" He made a gesture and smiled. "Please follow me to the Piandian."
Yang Muyu nodded. Originally, Emperor Jin was busy with the affairs of Qing Yu Empire while he was also busy helping Qing Yao City to preside over the funeral of Mohist master. He had to order people to clean up the Piandian, where everyone was told what was going on.
Jin Di hasn’t been able to meet Qing Yu for several days, and the imperial city is also extremely anxious. As soon as Mo Qing comes back, he is relieved, regardless of whether Yang Muyu can take care of the funeral, and he will leave with his guards.
Yang Muyu had to be sent to the door and exchanged a few polite words with him. There were already five or six people waiting in line to return to Piandian.
Although he has experienced a lot of things from childhood to childhood with Yang Chen, it is naturally much more than ordinary children, and the minds of adults are far less profound than him. However, after all, he is a fifteen-year-old boy who has never managed such a funeral. At one time, he felt so confused that he didn’t know how to reconcile.
Several times, I wanted to consult Mo Qing, and Naimo Qing learned that Mo Qing came back from Qingyu Empire in the mourning hall, and there was an endless stream of mourners. He wanted to go or not.
Yang Muyu can bite the bullet and make up his mind, but he complains that his cheap old man is still invisible and doesn’t know how to hide in that corner at leisure.
Half a day to wait until the evening paper burning, how much he has to fine yao city officials physical external management have an understanding.
Burning dusk paper, his direct descendants of Mohism naturally have to go over and bow down with weeping spirits.
Waiting for the burnt paper and dinner, Yang Muyu had to arrange many mourners’ meals, while other slaves and others in the family divided the meals between men and women. At that time, the whole sunny Yao city was a mess, and he was even too busy to have a word with Mo Qing.
After waiting for dinner, Yang Muyu has been holding back his anger. Who was in charge of this fine Yao city? How is it a rotten stall? Or is there no one in charge of the original fine Yao city?
The ghost servant looked at the heartache and sent him a cup of tea. Yang Muyu took a sip and angrily smashed a small handless cup to the ground.
"Gong!" Ghost servant carefully call way
"Ghost servant, see for yourself what this mess is like now?" Yang Muyu took a deep breath and messed up. These housekeepers probably bullied him because he was young, or Mo Qing didn’t officially announce his identity. No one put him on a serious verbal neglect, not to mention the efficiency, which is even more procrastinating.
The ghost servant frowned and replied in a low voice, "You also know that the original owner rarely takes charge of the house, and there is no such urgent matter before the Mohist school suddenly appeared. It is also difficult for few people to neglect these slaves."
"He’ll just stay in the mourning hall with filial piety, and he won’t look at what this family has become?" Yang Muyu looked up with a belly full of anger just as Du Yun’s figure flashed by at the door and Du Yun rolled in like a ball. "Public command?"
Yang Muyu took a deep breath to suppress his anger and sneered, "How dare you tell me?"
Du Yunyou with smile also dare not answer a word.
"Go and call me the black guards and iron guards in the city, the officials in charge of the house and outside, and the counselor’s department-remember that I will kill you if you can’t smell the incense!" Yang Muyu coldly said that he was really angry.
Sunny Yao City has a hollow reputation, but he has been in charge of his home for a long time, but now it is almost a mass of porridge. No wonder he will be deceived. At ordinary times, he probably doesn’t manage to let people and slaves talk nonsense.
Du Yun one leng three pillars incense … Kill forgive this small main do?
"The leng wear stem? Is it because I don’t have this qualification number? " As he spoke, Yang Muyu took out the magic sword from the starfish soul and slapped it heavily on the table. Then he shouted at the ghost servant, "Burn incense!"
Du Yun tingled and suddenly turned and ran to the outside. He knew that Yang Muyu said that he could do it, but Mo Qing spoiled him and asked him not to disobey!
The ghost servant burned three sticks of incense in the incense burner and turned to look at him with a wry smile. "You won’t really kill anyone if everyone doesn’t come, will you?"
"I know you know me …" Yang Muyu shook his head. Isn’t Yao City too lax like this? If he doesn’t punish others, these slaves will be defeated.