The bustle is gone, it is already morning.
When the lanterns are cleared and the shadows fall, the smoke and mist turn around on the screen of flowing clouds.
Qing Chen gently arranged the brocade quilt for Ye Tianling, and put down the curtains. He explained some things in detail, and finally fell asleep too tired. He held her hand while sleeping, his breathing was steady, and his face was peaceful.
Qing Chen leaned sideways beside him, watching him frown slightly occasionally, as if he was still enduring physical discomfort. At this time, he had lost his sharpness and determination, like a quiet deep sea, still giving her endless strength.
Just now with a smile he listened to how she imitated his handwriting to read the memorials, how to use the dragon talisman to dispatch troops and generals, how to put all her eggs in one basket and cast a net of heaven and earth. The treacherous situation became invisible in his low and steady voice. Before tonight, every step she took was like approaching an abyss. If he can't wake up, then she's doomed no matter what. Now with him behind her, she can act recklessly, even if the world is overthrown, she will not be afraid.
A coolness like the morning light gradually appeared in You Shen's eyes, and Qing Chen cast his eyes on the hazy ceiling. Although he was deeply tired, he couldn't fall asleep, and all he could think about was the battle situation in the East China Sea. At this time, the final decisive battle may have started on the East China Sea, and there is no new battle report, and they still dare not relax in the slightest. All kinds of things in her mind were complicated, and finally they all belonged to Ye Tian's handsome figure.
At this moment, she was willing to truly fulfill the promise she had made to him. But if he doesn't know him, can he trust her
All winning or losing depends on his attitude now, and she is waiting for his final decision.
Turning around, he saw a figure standing outside the screen, it seemed to be Mrs. Bai, Qing Chen slowly withdrew his hand from Ye Tianling's fingers, quietly stepped off the dragon couch, turned out of the screen and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
Mrs. Bai said: "The Feng family sent someone into the palace last night."
Qing Chen narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, nodded slightly, and raised his hand to signal Madam Bai not to disturb Ye Tianling: "Bring them to see me."
The sky is low and far away, and it is rainy. In the deep, shallow and heavy rain, the palaces and pavilions are smoky and blurred.
The rain falls like a curtain on the low eaves of the Cuiwa, the Qiongjie is slightly cool, and the Zhulan is half wet. The Purple Bamboo Corridor zigzags past the imperial pool, with the sound of dripping rain, a pool of green weeds floating and sinking, and the blue color is thick.
Passing through the long corridor, several women with beautiful eyebrows followed Mrs. Bai into the inner hall, walked deeper and deeper along the silent hall corridor, gradually smelled the faint fragrance, and finally arrived outside a bead curtain. A few women stood below with their heads bowed, and saw ice crystal-like light and shadows on the auspicious cloud jade bricks with Ruiwen patterns in front of them, and then there were ethereal patterns hanging down from the magnolia gauze, and a faint figure leaned on the luan couch. Going up, closing his eyes and resting his mind, a bright yellow memorial hangs down by his hand.
Seeing that the Queen seemed to be asleep, Madam Bai couldn't bear to be disturbed, so she ordered a few people to kneel and wait beside her, and quietly went forward to pick up the memorial that had fallen under the couch. But with just this slight sound, Qing Chen had already woken up. Mrs. Bai handed over the memorial and said in a low voice: "Madam, people brought them here, and two of them are already pregnant."
Qing Chen's eyes stopped on the memorial, rested his hands on his forehead, and after a moment of silence, he raised his eyes and looked down. The four women in front of them are all about seventeen or eighteen years old, with green temples and slender waists, good looks, and kneeling in front of them with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, all of them look graceful and charming.
She frowned slightly, and raised her finger to one of the women: "Come here."
Mrs. Bai pulled the silk curtain in front of the couch into the silver hook, attracted the woman to come forward, and ordered her to put her hands flat.
The woman knelt on the gold-inlaid footrest, she felt a faint and bitter medicinal fragrance blowing on her face, and the queen's fingers touched her veins. A moment later, she suddenly felt a tightness on her wrist, and the jade-like coldness slid across her skin, and the sleeves in front of her eyes were brushed away, and the queen had already let go of her wrist, "Who did you serve?"
The voice like cold water was close in front of her eyes, the woman was flustered, she subconsciously looked forward, and a clear gaze fell directly into her eyes, as if she could see through the flesh and blood of a person. She hastily lowered her head, not daring to hide anything, and timidly replied: "Go back to your mother, it's... yes... Second Young Master." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and her face was blushing.
Qing Chen's phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and a ray of light flickered through the bead curtain to the others: "What about you?"
All the women were afraid to answer, and only one voice sounded nervously: "President Feng..."
There was a sudden revulsion in Qing Chen's heart, and he couldn't help gnashing his silver teeth lightly. It's such a trick to steal the dragon and turn the phoenix into a phoenix. The Feng family has obviously been planning this for a long time. Once the drug's poison is deeply planted, it will harm people's body, destroy people's will, and disrupt people's spirit. If it goes on for a long time, the person who takes it will be almost like a disabled person. Feng Yan bought the imperial doctor's order to control the emperor with poison, and then sent such a woman into the palace. Once successful, the celestial dynasty will change its surname, and the day will change. The foundation of nearly a hundred years will be destroyed and fall into the hands of others.
It is really unexpected that Feng Yan acts so viciously and so boldly. It's just that if we want to eradicate this scourge now, we have to worry about the military power of the sixteen states in the hands of the Feng family. If we do it easily and force the Feng family to rebel, half of the world will fall into turmoil, and the gains outweigh the losses.
A little intolerance leads to chaos, Qing Chen took a deep breath and slowly regained his composure.
There is a different kind of soul in the body that flows with the blood of the Feng family. The Feng Qingchen in front of her eyes can make the Feng family ascend to the peak of glory step by step, and can also make them fall into the eternal hell. What family, what blood, what relatives, what support? The world is vast, and the years are long. She has only one relative, who is with her in life and death, and shares joys and sorrows. A friend with him is her friend, and an enemy with him is her enemy, no one is exceptional.
Qing Chen got up and stepped down from the Luan couch, walked slowly to the front of the case, dropped the memorial, lowered his eyes and raised his hand, and wrote with a pen. The bright red ink draws thick twists and turns, blends into the snow-like paper, and soaks through the back of the paper. She put down her pen and raised her hand: "Take them down and give them medicine."
A snow note, two prescriptions, a heavy ink, two lives.
The terrified expressions of the women turned into pity in Qing Chen's eyes, but there was boundless silence there.
The last trace of crying and begging faintly disappeared in the ears, Qing Chen stood silently beside the case, frowned slightly, slowly raised his hand to stroke his heart, his white jade face became more and more pale.
How many feelings in the world are unavoidable, how many helpless, knowing that it is a heart-wrenching pain, but still want to inflict it on others, knowing that it is an innocent involvement, but can't be soft-hearted. This is the path she and he chose, the supreme power in the world, all living beings bow their heads in the universe, the emperor's career is brilliant, and it has been passed down through the ages. In the shadow of conspiracy and tricks, support the prosperity and romance, and in the destruction of the iron-blooded war, Jing'an four domains.
Stepping on the mountain of corpses in the sea of blood, pointing the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, he and she walked hand in hand, reaching the peak, and at the peak, the road will come to an end.
On the top of the lonely peak, the mountains are vast, and the road ends, what is it
Qing Chen stood there with his eyes closed. After a while, the throbbing pain in his heart subsided a little. He turned around and lowered his head, and reopened the memorial. The wild handwriting on the memorial was reflected in her quiet eyes, a series of names, officials and titles connected end to end, all of which were proposed for the Feng family.
There was an indifferent smile on the corner of her lips, soundless and invisible, a vermilion "Zhun" fell on the paper, the color was like blood, and it was as sharp as a sharp edge.
In the spring of Emperor Yao's seventh year, Yige, the capital of the emperor, was always shrouded in continuous rain and coldness.
For the ministers of the Celestial Dynasty, this is undoubtedly a period of dark days.
At the beginning of May, Emperor Hao suddenly contracted a serious illness and was unable to watch the court, so he took care of the court affairs with the empress. From then on, both internal and external orders came from the Central Palace, Taishi Fengyan controlled the government, and the Feng clan monopolized the power, and the power spread to the world.
However, within a few days, there were only five people in the Feng family who were appointed as marquises, and countless others were promoted. Feng Yan eliminates dissidents and fosters private parties. The Yin family, which has always been in conflict with the Feng family, bears the brunt. Yin Jian, a veteran minister of the prime minister, is being dismissed from office and confiscated for the crime of "discussing the crown prince indiscriminately". If it weren't for the empress praying for the emperor and not wanting to kill, Yin Jian was afraid that his life would be in danger.
The Zhumen Jinlou Yuma Hall, the walls are down and the buildings are empty. Just like the Wei family back then, almost overnight, the powerful Yin family turned from prosperity to decline, and fell into a slump.
Since then, all the ministers of the DPRK and China who have criticisms have been excluded. Feng Yan was arbitrarily good at power and disorderly government, and acted recklessly. He held the court in awe of his lewd power, couldn't speak his anger, and everyone looked at him sideways.
Since the founding of the Celestial Dynasty, the officialdom has reached its extreme level of debauchery and debauchery. Inside and outside the government, government is almost achieved through bribery, officials are bestowed with bribes, crowned celebrities are dignified, and officials are extravagant and licentious, which makes many insightful people sigh and cry out!
The courtiers wanted to face the holy but could not, and soon the palace ordered that the Empress of Jin be the queen of heaven, and the Taiji Hall would be closed to listen to the government and watch the court. Hundreds of bureaucrats and envoys from the Fan Kingdom paid homage to the Empress Tian at Sutian Gate, shouting for thousands of years old, and ordering women inside and outside to pay homage. The emperor and the empress respected each other, which has never been seen since ancient times. While the officials were shocked, no one dared to say anything.
Behind the beaded curtain in front of the Tai Chi Hall, a pair of eyes that were sober and cold quietly watched the boiling water boil this day. The arrogance of the official family has made everyone in the world resentful. Even if there is a huge wave of bloodbath in the future, it will be rain and dew, and everyone expects it.