"What happened to Xianye?"
"There is a famous madman named Fan Qian in the Fengci Poetry Society of Nandu. In May, he wrote a poem called Jiang Huazi, which offended the emperor. After the emperor woke up from his fainting, he saw the poem and flew into a rage. He sentenced Fan Qian to death. Lord Fang was the president of the Fengci Poetry Society, so he was implicated and demoted to the fifth rank of Langzhong of the Ministry of Rites."
Duan Xu's eyes darkened, and he whispered, "The Ministry of Rites, the Department of Reception and Purification... Xianye was given a nominal position."
"The emperor has not appointed a successor since the death of the crown prince ten years ago. Although the emperor is in his prime now, he has fainting symptoms. The matter of appointing a successor is imminent. Now the princes and the forces under their command are all ready to make a move. Recently, the situation in the court has been turbulent. Lord Fang must be having a difficult time." Luo Xian sighed.
This situation is very similar to the situation in Danzhi during the Three Kings Rebellion. Duan Xu had watched the chaos in Danzhi with a smile before, but who knew that the situation would turn around and hit Daliang. At present, the chaos is still hidden, and I don't know what will happen next.
Duan Xu felt helpless when he thought of this, and said, "Without you passing on information in Nandu, Xianye has indeed lost a lot of help. We are at the border, so the impact will be smaller after all."
"Lord Fang didn't mention much about these experiences in his letter."
"He's not the type to complain about these things."
Fang Xianye was far away in Nandu, and Duan Xu was unable to help even if he wanted to. Luo Xian informed him of the latest important intelligence and then quietly sneaked into the night. Duan Xu lifted the curtain of the tent and walked out. Today, the stars were bright and the night was beautiful.
He stood there for a while, wondering what he was thinking about. He turned to the guard on the left and said, "You, come with me."
The guard clasped his fists and said yes, and followed their commander through the tents and walked to the lush stream beside the camp. Duan Xu stopped walking leisurely, looked back at the guard, and did not speak. The atmosphere was a little awkward and weird. The guard stared at him in silence for a moment, and then said something without thinking: "Well, you found it again."
The man fell to the ground with a muffled sound. The red boots with flowing cloud patterns stepped on the soft soil beside the stream. The beauty looked even more beautiful under the stars. He Simu stood in front of him with her sleeves fluttering and a faint smile.
Duan Xu glanced at the guard lying on the ground and sighed, "I'll have to find someone to carry him back later."
"Call Chen Ying over. He is already very skilled at this job." He Simu stepped over the man's legs and walked to Duan Xu. Duan Xu reached out and took her cold, white, amber-scented hands, interlocking their fingers.
"You are Chen Ying's godsister, and you order your brother around like this?" Duan Xu's eyes were reflected with stars, and she smiled brightly.
"Come to think of it, Chen Yingke complained to me, saying that you were too strict in teaching him martial arts, and that it was almost like abusing him."
Duan Xu raised his eyebrows: "Did he say that?"
He Simu nodded, moved closer to him and said to him: "I said - your third brother did a good job, a strict teacher produces a good student, you should practice well."
Duan Xu couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he could imagine Chen Ying's aggrieved look, wanting to cry but without tears, and he simply couldn't bear it. Just as he was laughing, he saw He Simu's eyes looking down along his collar. She reached out to pull his collar, and when her cold fingertips touched the skin on his chest, he shuddered.
"How is your last injury? Let me see." He Simu said as she opened most of his shirt, revealing his scarred skin. His last injury was on his abdomen, and she continued to take off his clothes without any hesitation.
Although Duan Xu had long been accustomed to her informality, he still held her hand at this moment, smiled and said implicitly: "Your Highness, it is not appropriate for you to take off my clothes here in the wilderness."
He Simu looked up at him, and he whispered in her ear: "It's fine for me to be walking by the river and talking to myself, but my clothes fell off while I was walking. If someone saw it, it would be too rude, right? Besides, it's been two months, and the injury has healed long ago."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at her with a smile. He Simu looked at the glittering eyes of this young man, raised her eyebrows and smiled, and kissed his white collarbone which was exposed when she tore open his clothes, and the body under her palm trembled again.
"That's right. Our Duan Fox's body cannot be seen by others. Is the injury really healed? Does it still hurt?"
Duan Xu rearranged his clothes and said, "It's okay. The pain has gone away. The medicine you brought later is very effective. What are those expensive medicines? Did I make you spend a lot of money?"
"It's good that you know. Take care of yourself and don't get hurt. Don't take advantage of your youth to do anything stupid." He Simu patted his face gently. Duan Xu obediently let her pat him. He looked at her seriously and asked, "I heard that He Jia Fengyi left Nandu. Did anything happen in the ghost world?"
He Simu paused, she turned her head and smiled, "I came here to tell you about this. Yan Ke tried to assassinate me and take the Ghost King's Lamp a few days ago but failed, so he rebelled. He brought four hall masters with him to raise an army. There will be a big melee in the ghost world soon. In order to prevent the chaos from spreading to the human world, almost all the monks and mages in the world have been dispatched. Feng Yi was the strongest sorcerer at the time, so he naturally had to return to Xingqing Palace."
Duan Xu narrowed his eyes in confusion and asked, "Yan Ke? The one who... admires your Right Prime Minister?"
"yes."
He Simu answered calmly and calmly. Duan Xu saw that she seemed to have expected it, so he stopped asking and just said, "So you want to tell me that you will be very busy in the future and may rarely come to see me?"
"Well, that's it."
"Alas... How long will the chaos in your ghost world last? It won't take... a dozen or several dozen years, right?"
He Simu burst out laughing, and she said, "It depends on the situation. Some are as short as a few years, and some are as long as several decades."
"How long will it take you?"
"As for me..." He Simu kept it a secret, paused for a moment, and then smiled and said, "About half a year."
Duan Xu was obviously relieved. If she said that, then she must have been prepared and nothing unexpected would happen. He said with some regret: "Half a year, you will miss the flowering season in Luozhou."
"Um?"
"The peonies in Luozhou are the most famous. I was thinking that I would take you to see them when the peonies in Luozhou bloom next spring. The weather will be nice and the flowers will be fragrant. If you like the wind, we can ride horses through the flower fields. During the peony season, there will be dragon lanterns and Taiping drum performances in Luozhou at night, which will be very lively."
The two of them walked hand in hand by the river. He Simu listened to Duan Xu's description and said, "Duan Shunxi, listen to how much you have said here? Do you want to give me your sense of color, touch, and smell?"
"It's not a bad idea."
Duan Xu answered without thinking, but He Simu stopped. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Duan Xu, approached him and said, "Duan Shunxi, don't mess around. Ever since Feng Yi taught you how to change your five senses, you have become more and more unrestrained. Don't you feel that your five senses are fading? You are changing three senses for me at once, are you going to die?"
Duan Xu blinked his eyes and smiled innocently: "But you only have one feeling, you can't fully perceive everything in the world."
"It's enough. It's enough." He Simu pointed at Duan Xu's chest and said, "You are more important."
Duan Xu's eyes sparkled and he smiled happily.
After a pause, He Simu still said worriedly: "Now is a sensitive period. If anything dangerous happens, you must call me. Do you remember?"
Duan Xu sighed, "But I can't go look for you. If anything happens to you, I won't know. What should I do?"
"Don't worry. If anything happens to me, you will know for sure. If I were to turn to ashes, the world would be in chaos and disasters would follow. What would Daliang and Danzhi have to fight for? Just sign an alliance and go home to clean up the mess. Let's survive first."
The human world is still too fragile to the ghost world, as fragile as playing house. If the ghost world is determined and the immortal monks do not care, they can change the situation with just a flick of their fingers, not to mention the annihilation of the Ghost King, a major event that even the immortal monks cannot handle.
It is said that when a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer. This is exactly the case.
He Simu hugged her, his brave and fragile lover in this ever-changing and fragile world. She was reflected in his young eyes, with a vast sea of stars above his head.
"Will you miss me?" her lover asked.
She chuckled. Duan Xu liked to ask this question very much. He never seemed to insist on getting a "like" from her, but just often asked her if she would miss him.
She said, "Yes, I miss you a lot."
And sometimes I will be moved by you.
Moved by the short, small, stupid, meaningless, but vivid emotions and desires in this world.
Duan Xu then lowered his head and hugged her, sighing and saying, "I don't want to go back. I really want to fight a good battle tomorrow and go to your Yuzhou City to play. That place is all black and white, and it's time to build a colorful palace."
"A colorful palace?"
"Do you still remember the caisson we saw at the Yuling Pagoda in Huzhou? It was that color."
"A green lacquered caisson ceiling with a golden circle pattern of a scarlet unicorn and an emerald blue Ruyi bird? It's too fancy to build a palace with such a color scheme. Are you going to build a peacock with its tail spread out?"
"Anyway, other evil spirits can't see it. Only I and you, when you have changed your color sense, can see the colors. I think it's very impactful at first glance. It must be very interesting to have such a palace in a black and white city. It will also make it easier for you to remember colors."
“I don’t think it looks good.”
"how could be… "
The two of them walked around the river holding hands. Under the starlight, there was only one figure on the road, and there was only one reflection in the river. However, the cold hand in Duan Xu's hand gradually became warm as he held it.
From then on, rumors spread in the barracks that General Duan was seen walking alone by the river late at night, talking to himself as he walked. Combined with Duan Xu's often brilliant ideas, the soldiers all said that this must be General Duan's unique way of thinking.
So when night fell, Duan Xu lifted the camp curtain and could see many soldiers circling by the river.
Shen Ying, who helped Duan Xu carry the fainted soldier back, said that at least they did not suspect that their commander had a mental problem, which was very gratifying.