Drunken Exquisiteness

Chapter 139: Mu Yu Xiaoxiao hears Zigui

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During the three days of the Lintai discussion, the daily routine court meeting was suspended. Emperor Hao came to Lintai in person, and King Zhan led a hundred officials to attend the meeting.

The bells and drums are in the audience, the music of the Shaoxing is flourishing, famous scholars and scholars gather together, and the scholars and talented people raise their sleeves like clouds. Thousands of people, under the guidance of Honglu Temple officials, advance and retreat like a ritual, each expressing his own opinion.

King Zhan spoke on behalf of all the officials, ingeniously guided and pointed out the latitude and longitude. Emperor Hao seeks talents in vain, and bestows both kindness and prestige. The conflict that was originally quite gunpowder-flavored has become an unprecedented court meeting with open voices and wide acceptance of advice and suggestions since the founding of the Celestial Dynasty.

During the three days of discussion, the opinions of various schools were flourishing and colorful, and many talented scholars stood out, emerged, and were immediately reused, causing quite a stir among scholars.

Lu Qian, the minister of Honglu Temple, wrote "Lintai Fu" on the spot to record this grand event. Huafu articles were passed down with pen and paper.

In the spring of the second year of Diyao, Emperor Hao formally issued an edict to revise the examination system, according to the needs of the six departments of the Central Committee, open the way to become an official in six subjects, and abolish the restrictions on the essay test system.

In the same month, the world was ordered to recruit talents and allow people of insight from other races to enter the court as officials.

Since then, the Celestial Dynasty has been in full bloom, and has become more intimate with the four regions. While many fatuous and greedy ministers have been eliminated due to deficits, a large number of young and promising ministers have injected fresh blood into the center. Above the court, the atmosphere has taken on a new look .

Midsummer in July, King Zhan's birthday, in addition to the routine generous rewards in the palace, there is also an extra volume of personal letters from the imperial pen than in previous years.

Ye Tianzhan sent the book to Shuangzhai exhibition in Yanbo to read. On it was the emperor's sharp and powerful handwriting-brothers are united, and their sharpness cuts through gold.

Looking up, you can see that the wind is clear and the clouds are bright on Xianyu Lake, and the sky is full of blue lotus.

In the autumn of that year, Wei Zongping, the prime minister of three dynasties, was convicted of corruption and imprisoned, and all relatives and disciples were implicated. Overnight, Wei's valve, one of the four major official families, collapsed. The former Zhumen painting hall, now there are only yellow leaves and dry grass, and the autumn wind is howling.

In the prison of Dali Temple, the corridors are long and deep, and the lights are dimly lit. Behind the heavy prison bars, Wei Zongping's prison uniform is scattered, and he is described as tired.

A sound of footsteps came from far and near, and stopped in front of the cell. With the sound of the iron lock "cracking", the prisoner who led the way bowed down flatteringly, and said to the person in front of him: "Please, Feng."

Feng Yan was wearing brocade clothes and a jade belt, and walked into the cell with his hands behind his back, looked around up and down, with a smile on his face: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how about Minister Wei coming here?"

Having been an old enemy for many years, Feng Yan's complacency is beyond words in the world of difference in front of him. Wei Zongping raised his eyes, but he didn't react violently, but sneered: "I'm sorry for Mr. Feng. The prison is unknown, so why do you ask Mr. Feng to condescend to come here?"

Feng Yan smiled and said: "I have worked with colleagues for so many years, I should come and see it, not to mention that I just got some news, so I came here to inform Prime Minister Wei."

Wei Zongping said: "I don't know why you are working hard for Xiang Xiang?"

Feng Yan said: "Today, there is a decree in the middle palace. Concubine Zhan has a private relationship with the palace, and she does many things that are rebellious. She is abolished as a commoner and made Qianmin Temple a nun. King Zhan took the decree to abolish the concubine. It is very simple!"

The veins in the corners of Wei Zongping's eyes twitched violently, the last hope of the Wei family was shattered, and even the chance to stand up in the future was completely lost. These days. He thought about this catastrophe repeatedly in his mind, and suddenly he figured out a terrible thing at this moment - King Zhan obviously not only knew the real reason of Empress Yin's death, but also, he had joined forces with Emperor Hao.

This thought made Wei Zongping stunned on the spot, Feng Yan admired every trace of Wei Zongping's expression with a victor's attitude, very comfortable. Unexpectedly, Wei Zongping suddenly looked up at him and laughed loudly, his gray beard trembled, and Feng Yan was slightly annoyed when he laughed: "What are you laughing at!"

Wei Zongping managed to stop laughing, and a gleam of brilliance suddenly appeared in his originally dark eyes, as if he was still the minister of the minister who fought against him in the past, "I laugh at you for being self-righteous. Fengyan, Fengyan, the two of us After more than 30 years of fighting, no one can gain the upper hand, you and I know it well, do you think I really lost in your hands?"

Feng Yan flicked his sleeve robe: "The defeated general dares to speak boldly. Now that you are a prisoner, what else can you say?"

Wei Zongping said: "Don't forget, the surname in this world is Ye in the final analysis. May I ask Feng Xiang and the emperor, are they closer than the brotherhood between the emperor and King Zhan? The century-old official family is about to end, and today it is a Wei family. , Tomorrow is Feng's house, I just go ahead and wait for Prime Minister Feng."

Feng Yan seemed to have heard something extremely funny: "The emperor and King Zhan? Haha, it seems that you are really confused. After the Wei family, there are the Yin family and the Jin family. Anyone who goes against my Feng family will end up like this sooner or later. , even King Zhan."

Wei Zongping squinted his eyes and looked at Feng Yan. Under the shadow of the half-bright lamp, the complacency after sweeping away the opponent and the overwhelming power in his hands were clearly written on Feng Yan's face. At that time, Wei Zongping had never seen Feng Yan's expression.

I was smart for a lifetime, but I was confused for a while! There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Wei Zongping's lips, Feng Yan obviously underestimated Emperor Hao, just like he also underestimated King Zhan from beginning to end. It's hard for him to imagine what the strength of these two people's joint efforts would look like. Presumably, even if there was no matter of Queen Yin, the Wei family would not be able to escape today's ending, and the Feng family would be no exception. But now he is happy to pretend to be confused. While his opponent appreciates his embarrassment of defeat, he is also satisfied to watch his opponent gradually move towards the same ending.

The autumn night is deep and quiet, the white dew is slightly chilly, under the whirling palace lanterns, Qing Chen is half-armed with blue hair, resting his palms on his hands, looking at the strings of crystal gems in front of him.

Seven-color tourmaline, aquamarine, moonstone, amethyst, garnet, green ghost, golden silk crystal, she also put the string of obsidian in it, sighing softly. How many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the strings of crystals seem to be connected with the bits and pieces of what she has experienced here. String green ghost. There seems to be traces of memory deposited in the spar. When she touches it, she will think of some people, a smile, or a joke, the reunion or parting that spanned thousands of years.

Who are they after three lives, and who were they before three lives? In the reincarnation, the intersecting between her and their lives is deep and shallow, endlessly flowing, I don't know when it started, and I don't know where it ends.

There was a dull pain in her heart. She didn't like this feeling of weakness, but she was used to it. I'm used to being Feng Qingchen, I'm used to being his wife, if I can really accompany him for the rest of my life, then this life will be worthwhile, and he must be willing.

She was in a trance alone, her shoulders felt warm, Ye Tianling returned to the dormitory at some point, and surrounded her from behind, "What are you thinking, I don't even know when I come in?"

Qing Chen looked up at him: "I miss you."

Ye Tianling asked, "What do you miss about me?"

Qing Chen said: "It's nothing, I just miss you."

Ye Tianling smiled lightly and said, "I said why I couldn't calm down just now, so it was you who made the trouble."

Qing Chen smiled lightly: "It's me, how?"

Ye Tianling raised his eyebrows, smiled and turned her around. At this moment, Baguio reported outside, and the maids brought in the medicine that the queen should take every day as usual. On the gold plate and jade cup, the slightly bitter medicinal fragrance gradually diffused throughout the room, covering up the breath of the cool breeze in the autumn night and the light fragrance of the tranquility in the palace, inexplicably evoking a trace of sadness in Qing Chen's heart.

She stared at the medicine cup in a daze for a while, then drank the medicine slowly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. After all the maids left, Ye Tianling saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, and asked, "Why are you suddenly frowning?"

Qing Chen lowered his eyes and said, "I won't drink this medicine in the future."

Ye Tianling said, "Why?"

Qing Chen said: "It's useless to drink it, I won't drink it anymore."

Ye Tianling's originally smiling eyes froze slightly, but he said softly: "Who said it's useless, you look much better recently." He sat beside her, raised his hand to wrap her shoulders, and her thin body could not be seen through the clothes. Ying grasped it, but it was even thinner than before.

Qing Chen didn't look at him, and repeated willfully: "I won't drink anymore."

Ye Tianling was silent for a moment, then smiled again, "Okay, you don't drink if you say you don't want to drink." The dim light of the candlelight reflected in his eyes, which was light and soft, but a touch of silence gradually settled in the deep bottom.

"Fourth brother." After a while, Qing Chen called him, but he didn't seem to hear, "Fourth brother?"

"Oh!" Ye Tianling seemed to be awakened suddenly from some kind of thought, and agreed.

Qing Chen said softly: "Musk is always used in this medicine."

Ye Tianling was puzzled and asked with his eyes. Qing Chen whispered something in his ear, and his face showed a sudden look, "Then the medicine can't be stopped." He whispered.

"It doesn't matter if you stop it." Qing Chen said, "The medicine is three-point poisonous, and it's not good to use too much. Fourth brother, I have my own measure."

Under the faint light and shadow of the jade branch palace lantern, Ye Tianling stared at her with deep eyes, then nodded and said, "I just said, it's up to you."

Slow bells and drums, Geng Geng Xinghe, the night is already three o'clock.

In the quiet sleeping hall, the silver candles are dimly lit, the painting screen is hazy, the dragon couch and the phoenix quilt, the layers of bright yellow silk curtains hang down, and there is silence everywhere.

Qing Chen had already fallen asleep with his pillow on Ye Tianling's shoulder, but Ye Tianling was sleepless for a while, staring at the ceiling alone in a daze. Through the thin twilight of the night, Qing Chen's face was extremely pale, as if a trace of the moon before dawn was gradually fading into the background of the sky, weak and pale. Just now when she capriciously said that she didn't want to take any more medicine, he would never agree to it at first, but the moment he met her eyes, he suddenly changed his mind. It doesn't matter if they have been together for a year, ten years, or a hundred years, wherever they go, he will accompany her. As long as she feels happy, he doesn't really care about other things, life or death doesn't matter.

He smiled lightly, closed his eyes and rested, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he heard loud footsteps outside, he frowned, and soon heard Yan Xi whispering outside the tent: "Your Majesty."

Qing Chen usually sleeps lightly at night, but he woke up early after being disturbed like this, Ye Tianling turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Xi's voice sounded distant and erratic through the curtain, "Someone from Fuming Palace just came to report that the Supreme Emperor... I'm afraid it won't happen."

The still hanging curtain was lifted suddenly, and Yan Xi lowered his head to see a corner of snow-colored single gown flying past his eyes, and the darkly embroidered flying dragon cloud pattern on it flashed under the gilded lamp, and fell back to the low shadow of the backlight in front of the couch , the emperor suddenly sat up.

However, there was no further movement, Yan Xi waited for a while, then raised his eyes, "Your Majesty?"

"Got it." With just those three words, what Yan Xi saw was a cold and calm face, as if the night was getting darker and the autumn wind was dew heavy.

In the autumn of the second year of Emperor Yao, the Supreme Emperor died in Fuming Palace.

The autumn rain has become a curtain, and it has been pattering all day long. The rain is in a hurry, washing the green tiles and green eaves, dripping like a trickle, pouring down along the auspicious carvings on the jade Qiong steps, a swaying rain color between the sky and the earth, and the red walls and golden palaces are faintly visible.

In the huge Fuming Palace, even the sound of the rain was getting darker. Sun Shi lowered his head and lowered his eyes as he walked through the long and winding corridor. the end.

The side hall is deep and deep, and the palace lanterns are lit when you turn in, and the rain is like fog. Behind the dark green screen, there is a faint figure. After Bi Yao, who was leading the way, reported softly, she exited the hall, and Sun Shi'an knelt and knelt down with some difficulty.

The curtain fluttered, Yuhuan's voice was soft, and a light black wide sleeve fell in front of him, beckoning him to excuse himself, and a quiet fragrance of magnolia drifted down, like the breath of autumn rain.

Looking at Sun Shi's towering white hair and slow movements, Qing Chen felt mixed feelings. But in a few years, in the blink of an eye, birth, old age, sickness and death, each has its own way back. When people go and put out the lights, they don't know what kind of situation they will meet again in the Nine Heavens. Is there an end to the love and hatred of that generation

"It's really hard for you to guard the Supreme Emperor for so many days."

Sun Shi lowered his eyes: "Serving the Supreme Emperor is the job of an old slave."

Qing Chen sighed softly: "You have been with the Supreme Emperor for more than 30 years, and you have never missed a single omission. The Emperor and I both miss your loyalty. Now that the Supreme Emperor is about to die, you are getting older, and it is time for you to take a rest .” She turned around, took the jade pot of sake before Feng’s case, and slowly poured a cup. The color of the wine is icy and clear, swirling and flowing in the jasper cup, the jasper gradually becomes thicker, and settles into a dark and calm pool.

The deep and shallow sound of rain came through the curtains and lights, sinking heavy dampness in the hall. This ending had already been settled the moment King Ling stepped into the Hall of Qinghe. Without any fear, Sun Shi bent down to take the wine cup, and kowtowed again: "The old servant thanked the emperor for his kindness."

"Sun Shi," Qing Chen said quietly when he raised the wine cup to his lips: "After drinking this wine, someone will send you out of the palace. From now on, you will forget about the Dazheng Palace and forget about yourself. Forget it."

Sun Shi shook his hands, and his face that was originally dead was suddenly shaken: "Your Majesty..."

"The wine is given by the emperor, and I give you the place to go. From now on, you can do it yourself."

Sun Shi put down the wine cup, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of calm eyes. The mist was as deep as the lake, and his hands were already trembling slightly: "This old slave has spent most of his life in the Dazheng Palace, and he has lived everything he deserves. The Supreme Emperor Living in the abandoned palace, the empress has been taking care of me in many ways, the old slave has long been grateful, why did the empress go against the emperor's will for the old slave's humble life, how can the old slave bear it?"

Qing Chen smiled lightly: "You don't have to worry about me and the emperor. I was able to get married with the emperor because you did your best back then, and I haven't forgotten it. Since I spent most of my life in the palace, I will change places in the future. An'an, be safe, live some quiet days, it will be my thank you for your fulfillment."

Sun Shi couldn't help the old tears in his eyes, and his voice choked up for a while: "Thank you for your kindness. This old servant is dying, and there is nothing else he can do for you, but there is something that you may need in the future." He shook He proceeded to take out a golden brocade pouch from his bosom, and presented it to the queen.

Qing Chen was puzzled, took it over and opened it, and inside was sealed a royal decree in red ink, on which was impressively pressed the golden seal of the Dragon Seal of the Emperor of Heaven. After reading the content, she felt chills all over her body. This is a secret decree to control the imperial power. If Emperor Hao behaves badly, he can be abolished based on this. The date on it is the same as the edict of the Emperor of Heaven, so it must have been written on the same day. She suppressed the shock in her heart, and slowly raised her eyes: "This is the handwriting of the Supreme Emperor? If there is no today, what are you going to do?"

Sun Shi said sadly: "After the death of the imperial concubine, the Supreme Emperor knew that he would die soon, so he placed all his life's wishes on the Emperor, but after all, the Emperor has half of the blood of the Rouran family, and the Supreme Emperor had to be scruples. I left two edicts. To tell you the truth, the emperor has been so heartless towards the Supreme Emperor. The old slave once thought about trying to hand over the edict to King Zhan, but the Supreme Emperor has never agreed. The empress knows that although the Supreme Emperor has difficulty speaking, he knows in his heart , He knew the old slave until his deathbed. The Supreme Emperor always cared about the imperial concubine. Now that it is all right, the Supreme Emperor can finally see the imperial concubine again. Now that this edict has no meaning to the old slave, Please let the empress take it away. The old slave said something that should not be said, the royal palace, grace is impermanent, or when the empress can use it may not be possible."

Qing Chen put away the imperial edict, put it back in the kit, and slowly stepped down the desk steps, towards the nearby silent burning candle.

The glazed golden lamp cast a slender shadow on the bluestone ground, with her back to Sun Shi, holding the bag with her delicate fingers and leaning against the fireworks.

With a "wow", a burst of bright flames rushed up, and Sun Shi saw the flaming brocade bag fall to his feet along the palace dress that was tactfully dragging the floor, and the momentary brightness drew a pale golden light and shadow on the corner of the queen's hanging Luoshang cloud belt , Liulan general color.

"Ma'am!"

Qing Chen watched the secret decree gradually turn into ashes, turned around quietly, and smiled lightly: "I don't need this."