The scorching flames licked every inch of the dry place, and a high wall of fire rose up, rushing towards it from all directions. Intense thick smoke poured into the chest cavity from the nose and mouth, filling every inch of the place that could touch the air. The suffocating depression hammered the lungs, causing tearing pain.
It's about to die, it's about to die. That's the end of it, her life is like a dead leaf.
In the end, I still couldn't see that person.
Lonely... Queen.
Emperor Thorn's tyranny ended the Chu kingdom of Zhongli's royal family, and the emperor who lost the hearts of the people was finally abandoned by the people who were caught in a flood. The chaotic ministers and thieves took the opportunity to attack, pointing their swords at the high throne, and captured the imperial capital Yuanzhou City.
As an incompetent emperor like her, the only thing she can do is to entrust the jade seal in her hand to the person it is destined for, and return it to Haiqing Heyan in the world. Only in this way can we face the ancestors under Jiuquan.
There is no one more suitable than you.
Lonely, Queen.
But lonely, but I haven't been able to tell you clearly.
She struggled to support her body, holding a shakuhachi in her hand, blowing intermittently. The voice of Yulong, once praised by Kyushu Sheng, is now only the mute of the country's subjugation, and it rang lowly in the empty and silent palace.
The last whimper died out as the shakuhachi made of jade hit the bone-chilling stone slab. The emperor was curled up, lying in the scorching fire, his eyes widened and he stared hard at the dark front.
It's so quiet, it's like returning to the place where I lived when I was young. The emperor hugged the shakuhachi left by his mother, greedily enjoyed the last trace of warmth, and finally buried it in the hot stove.
"Retro... trace..."
"Retro... trace..."
The woman's gentle voice reached her ears from far to near. Her cheeks were gently stroked, and the warm touch finally pulled her back from her dream. The teenager opened his eyes in confusion, and vaguely saw an elegant and dignified lady looking at him worriedly, and softly calling followed: "Su..."
After taking her thoughts away for a while, she finally realized where she was in a trance. She looked at the woman with blurred eyes, and saw the other person smiling softly: "Su... It's here, don't sleep."
As soon as the voice fell, the clamorous voices that seemed to be blocked rushed into her ears, completely awakening the sleepy worm hidden in her body. The maid next to Hou smiled in a low voice and said unceremoniously, "Fortunately, Madam is here, otherwise the servant would not know what to do. The second son slept deeply all the way, and didn't wake up when he passed the market."
Hearing the maid next to him say this, the young man named Su had no choice but to smile, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a beautiful woman looking at him with worry, "Is your body not feeling well? If you are not feeling well, go back to the house. Ask the doctor to take a look."
Those eyes were too gentle, like the eyes that looked at him when he was a child. The young man's heart softened, and he looked at the woman sincerely, and said, "Mother, I'm fine."
"Well." The woman looked at her carefully again, and when she saw that her face was fine, she nodded and said, "That's good, then get out of the car soon."
After listening, Su nodded, got up briskly, opened the curtain, and jumped out of the carriage.
Outside the carriage, the autumn sunshine in Lanzhou is just right.
The fierce light fell straight down on the young man, the bright sun shone on the handsome face that was too fair, and fell on her slender and tall figure like a poplar, clearly portraying the arrogance of the Lanzhou nobles.
The young man raised his eyebrows, raised his hand towards the carriage that had just come down from above, and raised his voice: "Mother, when you get home, please take your hand and get out of the carriage."
The maids pushed back the curtains, and the beautiful woman stepped out of the carriage. Hou Zai's guards on both sides drove Madden, and saw the woman stretch out her hand, patted the boy's palm lightly, and scolded with a smile, "Naughty." But she did not refuse, holding the boy's hand Stepping on the stool, got out of the carriage.
The woman took a step forward and left her gentle words behind, "Su'er, don't hurry up, I didn't shout hungry earlier, don't shout again if you slow down."
The young man raised his head and looked at the majestic mansion gate standing in front of him, his eyes fell on the four golden characters on the gate plaque, and he paused for a moment.
Zhenbei Hou's Mansion, the residence of Le Zhengqin, Zhenbei Hou of Lanzhou. Le Zhengqin... I remember that when Emperor Zhao was in power, he was only the general of Pingbei stationed in Lanzhou. Now, he has been made a marquis.
In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
If it wasn't for knowing her posthumous title clearly, she would have thought all this was just a dream of her own. When she woke up again, she was no longer Zhong Lishuo, the king of the subjugated country, but the second son of the Marquis of Zhenbei, Le Zhengsu.
He was in a trance for a moment, and when he heard his mother's voice, Zhong Lishuo hurriedly pulled back his thoughts, stepped out, stepped on the solid stone slab in front of Zhenbei Hou's mansion, and followed his mother's steps, "Come on."
A large piece of sunlight was left behind by her, shrouded in the sky above this vast state capital, and overwhelmingly swept the land of Lanzhou in the cold.
I have never dreamed of being able to step on the solid ground again and embrace the warmth of the sun. Now she can really breathe every inch of cool and fresh air, no matter what the reason, once again feeling that she is living in the world so vividly, she will vividly show her life attitude.
This is the late autumn of the seventh year of Yuanhe, and the turmoil that destroyed the capital of the Chu Kingdom was subsided in the spring of the fourth year of Yuanhe. The marshal who led the army to suppress the rebellion was none other than Xuan Jingchen, the empress of Emperor Zhao, who drove the barbarians to the north.
The queen who recaptured the city of Yuanzhou got the imperial edict written by Emperor Zhao before his death, and with the full support of the courtiers, held the imperial jade seal and ascended the throne. In the same year, the Empress did not change the title of the year, but changed the title of the country to "Qing".
The Central Plains where the Chinese people of Kyushu are located has so calmly transitioned from the end of the Chu State to the beginning of the Qing State.
The people, who had been trembling for more than ten years under the brutal rule of the late Chu Emperor, finally welcomed a wise and reliable king. The country, which was becoming more and more decadent because of the war, gradually showed its due vitality under the rule of the founding monarch of the Qing Dynasty.
Just like the buds that broke out of the ground in spring, the graceful and graceful youth gradually bloomed in the sun.
And Lanzhou, which is located in the northern part of the Qing Dynasty, shows the vitality of the northern region. Even in late autumn, it is still very bright.
Zhong Lishuo, who had returned from the Taoist temple with his mother, had not yet recovered from the warmth of enjoying the sun again, and was summoned to the main hall to meet the imperial decree from the imperial capital.
"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the edict said..." She knelt behind her parents and listened to the will of the Yinhui Holy Envoy, her head froze.
Before there was too much psychological construction, the holy envoy said with a smile: "Congratulations to the Lord of Zhenbei for Gaosheng, and you haven't received the order quickly."
The father in her current identity, that very elegant-looking man took over the imperial edict and gave a devout salute to the south, "Thank you Lord Longen."
After speaking, he exchanged a few words with the holy envoy before sending the other party out of the house.
Although he has been in a high position for many years, Le Zhengqin, who has received the will of returning to the court, is still overjoyed. He came in from the door with a happy face, and said to his wife: "Your Majesty ordered me to handle the affairs of Chucheng and get to the imperial capital as soon as possible. This year, I am still in a hurry, and I have to catch up with the palace banquet at the end of the year and the affairs of the palace. I have to trouble the lady."
The beautiful and dignified woman shook her head and said softly: "Husband, please be patient, I will arrange the affairs of the mansion properly. Only Su'er... do you want to follow?"
As she spoke, she cast her gaze on the absent-minded young man. After listening to his wife's words, the elegant Zhenbei Hou also looked away, and looked at his thin child together.
"Asu..." The man's steady and powerful voice recalled her wandering thoughts. Zhong Lishuo was shocked for a moment, then nodded immediately and replied, "Yes."
Seeing her reaction is so slow and rigid, the man sighed and looked at his wife. His wife's eyes turned like water to meet him, and then she looked at her child worriedly and remained silent.
It was late at night, and the cold wind of late autumn rushed towards the doors and windows, swaying the withered branches in the pavilion, making a rustling sound. After washing up, Mrs. Le Zheng helped her husband to unload his complicated coat, thinking about the daytime things, sighed, and said, "It's only been half a year since Su'er, it's a long way to go to the imperial capital, I'm afraid I can't bear it. Living so tiringly."
"If your husband returns to the south first, then Su'er and I will return to the imperial capital next spring, how about that?"
Sure enough, hearing his wife say this, Le Zhengqin hesitated for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "Su'er's body is almost in good shape, and if she can run and dance, Madam needn't be so worried. What's more, Madam has already I haven’t returned to the court for three years, and Ying’er has not seen you for three years. This time, the family is reunited, isn’t it beautiful?”
"Can… "
"Don't worry." The man embraced his weak wife and comforted her warmly, "Hasn't Su'er been awake for a long time? It's just that I'm going back to the imperial capital, and I'll be fine."
"It'll be all right."
The man's gentle consolation dissipated in the night wind. The cold night wind gushes out from the corner of the night and blows towards the delicate window lattice of the warm pavilion on the east side of Zhenbei Hou's mansion.
Le Zhengsu lay flat on the warm bed, filtering the noise of the wind in his ears, and staring at his dark roof with his eyes open in the dim moonlight.
She was transferred back to the imperial capital from Lanzhou and served as the Minister of War. Her father, Le Zhengqin, was reused. Coupled with her eldest sister who is now serving as a military minister, the Lezheng family is very valued by that person.
Yes, after all, this is her old department in Lanzhou. The group of timid hypocrites in Yuanzhou probably won't like her very much. It seems that it will not take long for the government to change the pattern completely.
No matter if they change it, if they change it, there will be no more people who lose 70% of their grain income because of corrupt officials, and no children who starve to death on the streets of the imperial capital.
A lot of things that shouldn't have appeared in my mind in a mess, which disturbed Zhong Lishuo's heart that he had finally stabilized. She thought about the cold and hard palace walls in her childhood, her displacement in her youth, the warm blood spurting out from under the cold dagger, and the fire that burned everything before she opened her eyes.
Scene by scene, flashed through my mind, and finally settled on that person's delicate face.
Yuanzhou City, the place where her life was buried. When they step in again, will they meet again
Hey, will we meet again
Zitong.