The sleeping hall of Shouxian Palace.
The strong wine in the jug was poured into the bronze jue, forming an amber water line. King Zhou drank it and signaled Haoran to add more.
Daji pleaded guilty and left Shouxian Palace on the pretext of being unwell, without saying when she would return. Only Haoran knew that Daji must have suffered such a great shame and humiliation on her wedding night, and touched the fox fur made of the furs of her own descendants. She must have been extremely sad, her heart was pierced by a knife, and she went to find a remote place to cry loudly. Deep hatred.
Haoran felt sympathetic in his heart, seeing the fox fur, even Daji would no longer be in the mood to serve King Zhou, and he didn't want to leave immediately, he should give Daji a chance to grieve. So he took the wine glass and chatted casually with King Zhou about the wedding banquet customs of later generations. I hope that if King Zhou can get drunk, everything will be fine that night.
King Zhou was a little drunk and asked, "It's so ridiculous that the red hijab is to be uncovered. Doesn't the groom's official know the bride's appearance at the bridal chamber night?"
Hao Ran nodded with a smile and replied: "I haven't experienced this matter, I only read it from the book."
King Zhou just shook his head and laughed, "It's ridiculous to rely on a matchmaker to get married without any feelings before marriage."
Haoran smiled again: "Get married first, and then fall in love. A man can have three wives and four concubines. If he can't fall in love, he can also marry a concubine. The poor bride complains every night, and the red candle is new, so she is left in the Houmen Deep in the compound... ”
Haoran suddenly felt emotional again, and said: "Tears are exhausted, and the dream of the scarf cannot be fulfilled. The front hall sings in the middle of the night; the beauty is broken before she is old, and she leans on the smoked cage and sits until dawn."
"Since ancient times, there have been a lot of people who have been delayed by forced marriages. Your Majesty doesn't have to worry about it. As a man, and also ruled the world, he is much happier than a woman." Haoran's original intention of these words was to sympathize with Daji and Concubine Huang, Empress Jiang. , I only felt that the concubines in the harem were all victims of this power struggle because they could not help themselves.
King Zhou was silent, and asked after a while, "How do you drink the wine?"
Haoran thought to himself, after Daji cried bitterly and returned to the palace, if King Zhou could comfort him with a few words of comfort, he might be able to relieve his grief a bit after drinking a glass of wine, so he took a glass, filled it with strong wine, put it on the table, and said: "Wait Your Majesty may as well give it a try." With the cup in one hand, Hao Ran put his empty hand around King Zhou, imitating the appearance of drinking a cup of wine, and put his fingers to his mouth, "Drink like this."
King Zhou laughed and said, "Such a slut, can you drink the wine? Come and have a drink for Gu to see."
Hao Ran had no choice but to take a glass full of strong wine, put his arm around the emperor, and drank it with his head up. King Zhou smiled, drank his own glass, and teased: "This is marriage?"
Haoran panted slightly, with a hot voice, coughed a few times and said: "Yes, take off the hijab, drink the cup of wine, this ceremony is over, you can go to the bridal chamber."
King Zhou nodded and said: "Since I have drunk the wine..." Immediately after, he picked Haoran up by the waist, walked towards the dragon bed, and laughed loudly: "Then it's the bridal chamber!"
Haoran was blown away by the alcohol, but before returning to his senses, he suddenly soared into the air, his thoughts were in a cloud, and he struggled to say: "Your Majesty, don't be joking!" The Son of Heaven, reeking of alcohol, rushed forward and held Haoran's hand. King Zhou had great physical strength, but Haoran was held down and couldn't break free, and was kissed again, so he hurriedly pushed away.
"My lord... wait..." Hao Ran took a few breaths, and crawled towards the inside of the dragon bed, "My lord, the queen is now..."
King Zhou looked at Haoran, with a smile in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, and said: "Daji will not come back, Gu promised to make her queen, and she also promised Gu that she would not disturb Gu's wedding night."
King Zhou teased again and said, "Tonight, she was supposed to be her queen, and she was going to enter your room. Did Haoran understand?"
The four characters "hole your room" means that the Thunder Whip is in full force, the seven magic weapons appear in the world, and the top ten ancient artifacts are all brilliance, stacked in one place, the effect is nothing more than that. The seven souls smashed to the sky, and his mind was blank. He just wanted to shout to the sky, spewing out three flavors of real fire, and destroying the land of Shenzhou into coke. Sealing Haoran's lips, after a while Haoran was shocked and stared blankly at King Zhou.
King Zhou sternly said: "You forgot that Gu and your heart are connected, and at this time you have to follow the example of that hypocritical concubine and pretend to struggle?"
Haoran had no other choice, and King Zhou said again: "It's okay to let you go, but you want to sit alone in the smoked cage until dawn?"
As soon as these words came out, Haoran was angry and funny, knowing that it would be useless to struggle any longer, so he simply closed his eyes, loosened his clothes for the emperor, and hugged each other, King Zhou took suet oil and rubbed it on Haoran's butt , Haoran only felt a burst of panic for no reason, and was immediately embraced by King Zhou from behind.
After a long time, King Zhou breathed out and let go of Haoran's hand, which was already wet and slippery. Haoran was so embarrassed that he quickly took the silk cloth and wiped it frantically. King Zhou Fang slowly pulled it away, bringing out a puddle of white liquid.
King Zhou stretched out his hand again, and the latter shrank back into the quilt. King Zhou said, "It might as well, don't hide."
After finishing speaking, he lightly kneaded with his fingers, Haoran didn't know why the emperor did this, his face was red, and when he raised his eyes, he was meeting Yin Zhou's eyes.
I saw King Zhou blushing, and said seriously: "I am staying overnight with my concubine. If you don't want to make her pregnant...the palace servants will massage with your fingers to let... flow out..." The voice gradually became low, like a mosquito humming. Haoran was embarrassed, turned his head away, the essence left by King Zhou had slowly flowed out, and flowed on the cloth.
The strength of King Zhou's hand was just right, and the thing Haoran had just vented once after pressing it looked up again, and said mockingly: "Isn't it enough?"
Haoran hurriedly said: "No, no...you..."
King Zhou threw Bu off the bed, hugged Haoran in his arms, and said "hmm" in a nasal voice. Said: "Tomorrow remember to call Gu to the morning court."
Haoranfang slowly closed his eyes, the embrace was warm and full of security, it was the first time he fell into a dream without worry.
The battlefield full of slaughter and black smoke rushed towards him again, a huge mushroom cloud bloomed over the city, bright red like blood at dusk, and like hell's fire, roaring and destroying the road. The house was rolled up like a matchbox, and the panicked cries of human beings gradually became clear, which was the panic of dying and the fear of facing disaster. There was another loud bang, and the last door was kicked open forcefully. Crying came to my ears.
"Why are you panicking?" That steady, powerful voice came into his dream, Hao Ran shrank uncomfortably towards the quilt, and his confused thoughts gradually returned to his mind.
"Uncle Bigan was assassinated." Huang Feihu's voice came out without any emotion.
King Zhou's body blocked Haoran on the bed from the flames burning all over the hall. Haoran trembled in the shadows, his head dripping with cold sweat.
Hearing the sound of footsteps again, Huang Feihu came forward. King Zhou pulled a corner of the brocade quilt and covered it between his legs, and asked, "Where can I find this sword?"
Huang Feihu was silent for a while, and replied: "According to Fei Zhong's report, the short sword was brought into the palace by Yuqian Simo, and will be patrolling outside the palace at the end of tonight. I saw the sword stuck in the uncle's chest, and his heart has been gouged out."
King Zhou looked up and did not reprimand Fei Zhong, but said, "This sword is indeed something magnificent. So what?"
Huang Feihu said again: "Before the old prime minister died, he used his fingers to write blood on the cloth robe, which was the word 'si'. I know that the ceremony will stop after the king's conferment tonight. Veteran, upon hearing the sad news, I also ask the king and Feihu to go out of the city together to capture the traitor Haoran."
King Zhou pondered for a moment and said, "There is absolutely no such thing."
Several ministers came to the dormitory, Wei Ziqi, Fei Zhong, You Hun and other powerful officials were all there. The assassination of a prime minister of a country is a very serious matter. Hearing the king's words, they were almost shocked at the same time. Huang Feihu took a step forward and said angrily: "How can I see that!"
King Zhou raised his head, stared at Huang Feihu, and said, "Tonight is Haoran's bedtime, and we will investigate this matter."
After finishing speaking, he whispered again: "Hao Ran, there is no way to be alone."
Haoran sighed softly in the brocade quilt, seeing that he could no longer hide it, he sat up, Huang Feihu took a step back immediately when he saw it, and said in a trembling voice: "Where is the queen?"
King Zhou didn't answer, but said coldly: "Since it is found out that Simo has nothing to do with this matter, then step down."
After the officials retreated, King Zhou got up and put on a silk robe, stood under the dim light, staring at the golden short sword in a trance.
There was silence between the heavens and the earth, only the sound of "sand rustling" from the continuous heavy snow outside the window. After a long time, King Zhou said: "When I was young, my uncle often played in the imperial garden with his solitary in his arms..."
Haoran knew that King Zhou was very sad at this time and needed a vent, so he didn't say anything, just kept silent, and King Zhou said again: "I heard that the grand master often punishes the orphan, and the whip is hard and painful when it is pulled down. It's the emperor's uncle who has repeatedly pleaded for mercy."
"Father originally wanted to make the emperor's brother the crown prince; Bigan, Shang Rong, all the old officials tried their best to protect the orphan, what did you say that the emperor must..."
"Your Majesty." Hao Ran interrupted.
King Zhou shook his head and said, "If it wasn't for him, Gu wouldn't be the emperor of Lao Shizi, and Gu would be the crown prince, but the emperor's uncle would have his heart gouged out and died at this time."
"Your Majesty!" Hao Ran resolutely said: "The matter has come to this, the prime minister's death is unclear, what should be done is to find out the murderer, what's the use of being weak?"
King Zhou's heart trembled, and he replied, "What you said actually has the spirit of a grand master."
Haoran got up and wiped the sword clean, and said: "People must die eventually, Your Majesty should not be too sad. Look at the heavy snow, it will turn into water when spring comes, and it will be like this again in the coming year, endless. The dead are gone, the cycle of life, Don't worry about it, you are still alive, so you have to do something, just to let him die unjustly."
King Zhou looked out of the window, the endless snow seemed to cover all the filth in the world. Haoran was the only one who knew all the inside information, but he didn't tell the truth after all. Bigan was in the Palace of Longevity, and he wanted to present the congratulatory gift to Daji. Outside the imperial garden, Daji dug his heart out and died, but it was fate, and he couldn't blame himself. In this chaotic world, gods pretend to be humans, and lay so many dark chess, when will it be the end
Bigan Lingshu stopped at the north gate, and was buried six days later. The whole city was dressed in mourning, Li Shu, the courtiers, cried to death, and the ten-mile long street was full of common people who were sending them off, all weeping. King Zhou and Queen Daji helped the spirit out and walked for tens of miles to the place where the clans of the past dynasties were buried.
Haoran followed the funeral procession, looking around, the sky and the earth were filled with darkness, shrouded in dark clouds, which seemed to foretell the dark future of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. There are people talking about it in my ears, but what they are talking about is that King Zhou favors only one man.
"I heard that the old prime minister was sentenced to death because he disobeyed the king."
"What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty has newly recruited a man in the palace, serving as Simo. When the old prime minister died, the sword of Simo was still stuck in his chest."
"You ignorant man, since the Yellow Emperor ruled all over the world, how can there be such a dirty thing about men having sex with men?! I told you, don't guess randomly, the king originally doted on Daji and used a man as a shield..."
"I heard that Daji was transformed by an evildoer, who tricked the king into gouging out the old prime minister's heart."
As soon as the words came out, the faces of the people on the side of the road were full of horror, and Haoran turned their heads to look, only to see that the person who spread the rumor hid among the crowd of onlookers, and he was nowhere to be found, and the rest of them all dispersed.
No one among the officials spoke to Hao Ran anymore, and on the night of the Queen's Seal, King Zhou actually favored a man! Previously, Mei Boting bluntly said that it was true, and that he died in vain after being burned by cannons. King Zhou was indeed a faint king who always ignored his ancestors and did dirty and shameless things. Fearing the emperor's prestige, all the ministers dared not speak out. Only by looking forward to the day when the grand master of the court Wen Zhong returns to the court, punish the treacherous evil spirits and behead the male favourites, can he persuade the emperor to rein in the precipice and solve the biggest scandal in the world.
At this time, Fei Zhongyouhun and other treacherous officials did not dare to show favor to Si Mo. Haoran only felt the hustle and bustle around him, like being in a busy city, but the hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with him at all, he felt sad, and stood at the foot of the mountain for a while, seeing the coffin buried in the ground. Then he turned and left.
Haoran walked all the way, disregarding the funeral procession, passed a dirt slope, and saw three huts surrounded by a few fences with army horses at the bottom of the slope, so he walked down the slope unconsciously, touched the stamped Official wax-painted horses. The skinny horse turned its head and neighed, and an old man inside the hut said, "Who is that outside the door? Come in and have a cup of tea."
Haoran was thirsty as he was walking, so he was not polite, so he hung his cloak at the door, walked into the hut with his head down, and saw an old man in handcuffs and shackles, sitting on the couch, like a prisoner. The four walls of this room leaked air, and the corners of the bed were torn, but the inside was filled with reed flowers. Then he turned his head and looked at the corner of the house. A pot of snow water was burning on the charcoal stove on the ground, and there were a few moldy tea leaves on the table. Immediately, he was surprised and asked, "Is the old man imprisoned?"
The old man coughed a few times, and wondered: "My little brother has neat facial features, and his brows are upright and awe-inspiring. He should be the face of a person who has cultivated immortality and Taoism. Why do you stoop to come to this old man?" The shackles clanged. Haoran hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, and said, "I'll come."
Haoran crushed the tea leaves and threw them into the pot, watching the tea leaves rise and fall. The old man coughed endlessly, and said: "This old man is not able to move around. I should have done the tea cooking myself. I'm neglecting my little brother."
Haoran hurriedly said, "It's okay, the old man is not in good health, and the younger generation should take care of it." He turned his head and looked at the old man. While thinking, who would the old man be imprisoned here.
That day, in front of the Nine Halls, King Zhou angrily beheaded Jiang Hengchu, Marquis of the Eastern Boss, and Jichang, the Western Marquis, knelt far away from his highness, and only had a face-to-face meeting. Immediately, his heart moved, and he said, "Is my father-in-law Lord Xihou?"
The old man sighed: "What Marquis, he is just a prisoner on death row."
Haoran lifted the pot and filled the two broken cups with tea. The fragrance melted away, and mist filled his eyes. He took a cup and presented it respectfully to Ji Chang, saying: "I am Haoran. I will take the post of Imperial Secretary Mo."
Ji Chang took a sip of tea, stretched out his hand like a dead tree, and rested it on Haoran's veins, and said in amazement: "Hao Ran has such a character, is he inferior to Simo?" Then he said: "The righteous air flow in your body is endless. , vaguely fits the round sky and the earth, ten thousand dharmas are formed naturally, the avenue is invisible. I have seen countless people in my life, and I have never seen such a natural talent like you. The yellow bell in front of the Son of Heaven is destroyed, and the kettle is thundering. It's a pity, a pity."
Hao Ran blurted out: "It's because my position is vacillating, my will is not firm, and everything I see is worrying, it's just my nature."
"Oh?" Ji Chang asked again: "What is the explanation for this, and what is the worry?"
It is recorded in the history books that Ji Chang is the king of Zhou Wen who has been known for his ability to recognize the virtuous and has been famous through the ages. Even Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty would not dare to compare himself. Haoran no longer doubted at this time, he just said: "Worrying people's words are as sharp as a knife, the world is full of shackles, you can't breathe, you can't get out."
Ji Chang smiled and said nothing, pointed to a few tortoise shells on the couch, and said: "The old man studied gossip a few days ago, and got a glimpse of the way. Master Simo might as well get a tortoise shell and divination, and his mind will suddenly open up."
Haoran understood, took the tortoise shell and shook it a few times, scattered it on the couch, Ji Chang didn't even look at it, and covered it with a quilt casually, Haoran was startled, puzzled, looked into Ji Chang's eyes, and only heard Ji Chang say: "Whether Haoran believes it or not."
Hao Ran smiled and said: "I have heard that Lord Hou is proficient in the art of arithmetic, so I believe it."
Ji Changdao: "Do you believe in me, or in this gossip technique?"
Haoran replied: "I believe them all."
Ji Chang said again: "Since you believe in gossip and divination, I ask you, why do you believe it?"
Haoran replied: "Tai Chi, the gossip is passed down from Fuxi, one of the three emperors. All things are transformed into one, and heaven and man are one. They all follow this law. Everything in the universe is inseparable..." Speaking of this, I suddenly felt Dimly, caught something, but couldn't tell clearly. After stopping the conversation, a blurred look appeared in his eyes.
Ji Chang said with a smile: "Everything in the universe is inseparable from the number of days. The number of days covers everything, and you are in it. Everything you do is dictated by destiny."
Haoran took a breath, looked at Ji Chang in disbelief, and Ji Chang said: "According to what the old man said, we are all a speck of sand in this vast world, and we are a part of destiny. Regardless of the past or the future, what do you want to do?" , are inseparable from the Dao contained in the technique of gossip, so why bother to tie your hands and feet, fearing to go against the sky all day long?"
In an instant, the Lingtai was clear, and the five senses were clear. Haoran no longer cared about the divination on the tortoise shell, turned over and fell on the couch, and crawled down towards Jichang, saying: "Haoran understands, thank you Lord for your advice."
When Ji Chang was about to help Haoran up, a man's voice suddenly sounded outside the window: "Come here directly, so that Gu can find it easily!"