However, I have often been thinking about a problem recently. Techniques are still necessary for their existence... So I will continue to work hard, accept it with an open mind, and remain firm for a hundred years.
PS: I'm really tired, I have a bad cold, I didn't watch the semi-finals...
I will enter the state of five bamboos again. Because although book reviews can't affect my thinking, they will affect my emotions, and I am a rolling writer who needs a happy mood. Recently and in the future, there will be a lot of comments that should be refined but not popular, please forgive me.
This book is still long, and I will try to finish it before the end of the year. )
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At the end of summer in the seventh year of Qingli, it was hotter than usual. The first autumn rain has not arrived yet, and the summer heat of March is smoldering in the residential streets, and the wind will not disperse, making the city of Kyoto like a quilt on the top of a kang.
When the residents of Kyoto wake up in the morning, they will feel that their bodies are covered with extremely high concentration of sweat residue. uncomfortable.
The cicadas were happy, and screamed desperately, but instead of the hoarseness and sorrow of life in the late summer and early autumn of last year, it was a kind of high-pitched voice with spare energy and ease. Cicada, Cicada's voice, one after another among the clumps of green trees inside and outside the city of Kyoto, disturbing people's sleepiness and laughing at people's embarrassment.
A branch of green bamboo suddenly parted the leaves and stabbed accurately at a certain place on the trunk. Brother Cicada, who was singing loudly, only felt his eyes go blank, his face was covered with a layer of paste, and he could no longer open his mouth. In desperation, he wanted to use his tentacles to pull, but unexpectedly, even the tentacles were covered, and he could no longer open his mouth. Can't break free. It had no choice but to sigh in its heart, thinking that it really shouldn't be too early to be proud.
A young eunuch looked at the tree proudly, and took back the soft bamboo pole, picked off the gluten-bound cicada, and threw it into the big cloth bag beside him. The person sitting on the bamboo chair next to the courtyard wall to enjoy the shade hurriedly ran over, whispered something in that person's ear, and opened the cloth bag to show the other person as if making a contribution.
The eunuch lying on the bamboo chair was Hong Zhu. He squinted his eyes, gave a hum, and signaled that he understood. After thinking about it, he frowned and said in a low voice, "How many times have I said it? Sticking the wings, sticking to the cicada's head... How many sticks did you stick in this long time? After a while, the queen mother will be woken up, why don't you lead the board yourself?"
The little eunuch hurriedly pleaded guilty, and led the dozen or so eunuchs who were in a daze under the green tree to continue to stick to Zhizhi.
Hong Zhu leaned halfway on the bamboo chair, squinting at the figure of the little eunuch, for some reason, he remembered the situation when he first entered the palace—there were so many trees in the palace, and naturally there were more cicadas, especially this year The summer was too hot and lasted until this month, the nobles in the palace were already very annoyed by these chirping cicadas, and fortunately Hong Zhu came up with such an idea and sent a few young eunuchs to the palaces to catch the cicadas.
No wonder the emperor and empress liked him, such a considerate servant is really rare.
Hong Zhu smiled wryly, thinking that Master Xiao Fan taught him this method, Master Xiao Fan should be in Dadong Mountain now, and he doesn't know how His Majesty's sacrifice to heaven is going.
The emperor of Qing Kingdom left Beijing to offer sacrifices to heaven, instead of letting the crown prince oversee the country according to the ancestral practice, he invited the empress dowager to hang down the curtain, and the political atmosphere contained in it was very obvious. The people in the palace were all cautiously waiting for the day when His Majesty would return to the capital. People panicked, and various gossips spread again and again. The Empress Dowager drew down the curtain, and the Eastern Palace had already lost power at this time, and there was not a noble person in the entire harem to take the lead. The calm in the palace walls showed a kind of panic that could not be restrained.
But Hong Zhu was a different kind in this panic, he originally wanted to stay in the East Palace to serve the Empress and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but for some reason, the Empress Dowager transferred him to Hanguang Palace. Half a year ago, the East Palace caught fire, and everyone in the palace knew that all the eunuchs and maids in the East Palace and Guangxin Palace died strangely. alienated.
Everyone is dead, but Eunuch Hong is still alive, this matter itself is terrifying.
Hong Zhu stood up, feeling a little sad in his heart, yes, he is a slave, but he is a slave with love and righteousness, so at this time in the palace, he actually didn't know how to deal with himself, seeing the desolation of the East Palace, he It was a little sad.
He walked towards the Hanguang Palace, hunched slightly, at a young age, but began to have the smell of a dead person like the old eunuch Hong.
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The officers and soldiers of the Thirteen City Gate Division worked hard in the heat and carefully checked the customs documents of the people entering Beijing. The troops of the Kyoto garrison raised their vigilance at the Yuantai camp, while the thousands of imperial guards guarding the palace stood on the high palace wall, looking suspiciously at everything under their feet.
The defense force of the entire capital is controlled by these three parts of the army. In such a quiet and weird tense, if there is a little carelessness, it may lead to chaos.
None of the three parties dared to relax in the slightest, with the First Prince as the leader, they strongly suppressed everyone's divergent intentions and moves.
The people in Kyoto are not as nervous as the officials and the army. In such a hot weather, the wealthy people of the Qing Dynasty are unwilling to stay at home to fight the sweltering heat. Instead, they are used to hiding in shaded teahouses. Expensive herbal tea, while enjoying the drawstring big-leaf fan produced in Neiku, talk about what happened in the court recently, and talk about the short stories of the neighbor's parents.
For the people of Kyoto, there seems to be no big difference between the imperial palace and their neighbors.
The cicadas were singing loudly in the trees outside the teahouse, and some of them even stopped blindly on the green flags of the teahouse, and painted the big tea character into the word tea. And these hissing tweets just happened to cover up the discussions of the troublemakers in the teahouse.
Of course, the topic of discussion was His Majesty's trip to sacrifice to heaven. The rumors had been circulating for several months, and everyone in the world knew that His Majesty was determined to abolish the reserve this time. It's just that the prince's benevolence and stability in the past two years is very different from the previous years, so the officials and the people are all muttering in their hearts, why does His Majesty want to abolish the reserve
Few people dare to ask these questions in person, but there are always people who dare to talk behind their backs. Generally speaking, the people of Kyoto have given enough sympathy and comfort to the prince of the East Palace, perhaps because people have a spiritual need to sympathize with the weak , or maybe as a dead commoner, I always hope that the world will be more peaceful, and I don't want to cause too many disturbances because of the waste storage.
Of course, the people in Kyoto at this time, including the civil servants in the court, did not expect that the turmoil at the turn of summer and autumn in the seventh year of Qingli would be rumbled like thunder in a way that no one expected. Involved in all the people, all the land of Kyoto.
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Suddenly, a strong wind rose from the wide streets of Kyoto and densely populated houses without warning, passed through, and passed by! The wind came so suddenly that it blew off the straw hats of those vendors with fruit stalls on the street and their sleepy heads, revealing their dull eyes. It couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The word tea became the word tea again.
The tea drinkers sitting by the railing of the teahouse looked out curiously, wondering in their hearts, it has been boring for three months, is it finally going to fall in time for a timely autumn rain
Then they saw that the originally blue sky was suddenly covered by cumulonimbus clouds coming from the southeast. It was as if a huge cover had been added above the entire capital, covering the city and the people in it with shade. .
The clouds kept twisting and rolling, as if countless giant dragons were forming formations, and cloud threads were pulled out from time to time, which looked very terrifying. Such thick dark clouds naturally foretell the coming heavy rain. Looking at the head of the cloud, the heavy rain may be extremely fierce.
And the tea drinkers were not surprised but happy, thinking that God finally made this world clearer.
There was a crackling sound of thunder, and the rain finally fell into the ground. The pedestrians on the street ran away one after another, and the tea drinkers upstairs squinted, enjoying the rainwater that had not been seen for a long time and the oozing water from the wet house. A little bit differently beautiful.
The rain was not particularly heavy, but it was very cold. After a while, the tea drinkers began to feel a little bit of chill, which was a little unexpected. I thought that the autumn rain in previous years was just pattering, and there would always be three rounds to fully enjoy the tea. To dispel the heat, why is the rain so cool this year.
With the knowledge of people in this era, they naturally don't know that more than ten days ago, the biggest hurricane of this summer rose from the surface of the East China Sea. Countless rains continued to carry the steam and humidity from the sea, and entered the hinterland of the Qing Kingdom without losing momentum.
This hurricane was very interesting. It didn't cause too much damage along the way, but it brought immediate cooling and rain to the long-sweltering Qing Kingdom.
The tea drinkers rubbed their hands, drank hot tea, and secretly scolded God for being too weird. Everyone went out without umbrellas, let alone wearing single clothes, so they had to resist the slightest chill in this building.
"What happened?" Suddenly a person looked in the direction of the city gate and asked curiously.
Hearing these words, all the lively people gathered around the fence of the teahouse and looked in the direction of the city gate. Through the layers of rain and fog in the distance, they couldn't tell what was going on there, but they could only vaguely feel a noise The panic with those sergeants. The square gates of the capital are all guarded by soldiers and horses from the Thirteen City Divisions, and the military control has always been strict. This situation rarely occurs now, and all the tea drinkers are a little curious.
Naturally, there will not be an army attacking the city. First of all, no matter how absurd the imagination itself is, even if an army does attack the city of Kyoto, the garrison divisions on the outskirts will take the lead to meet the enemy, and the watchmen in the turrets of the city gate division will take the lead. pawn, the alarm will be sounded in the first time.
There was a sound of horseshoes, and the sound of trampling through the rain on the long street was rapid.
The tea guests looked intently, only to see a steed galloping towards the gate of the city, and there was only one horse, and everyone knew that there must be an urgent message to enter the city, and they all felt relieved.
But looking at the white foam on the mouth of the steed and the haggard look of the knight on the horse, no matter how nervous the crowd was, they thought to themselves, could it be that there is something wrong with the border
The rain kept falling, and the extremely exhausted steed mustered up its last strength and galloped desperately against the wind and rain. The knight with tattered clothes and serious expression didn't care about the life and death of his mount. He waved the whip in his hand fiercely, urged the horse on his body, and kept the fastest speed. He stepped across the long street below the teahouse, splashing rain all the way Sprint towards the direction of the palace!
Fortunately, the heavy rain came first and drove the passers-by and vendors to the eaves of the street, otherwise the knight ran wildly and killed many people.
The tea guests watched the person and the horse disappear into the rain, and disappeared at the end of the long street. They couldn't help exhaling, digesting the tension of the quietness before, and looked at each other, not knowing what happened to the court.
"Wearing a white scarf..." An older tea drinker suddenly said in a trembling voice.
The teahouse became quieter. Although the people in Kyoto who were born late had not experienced the great wars when the Qing Dynasty expanded its borders, they had heard that in the worst of the three Northern Expeditions that year, thousands of people were killed and injured by the Qing Army. The knight who flew thousands of miles to report the news... was also wearing a white scarf!
"The knight who reported the news is..." Someone asked suspiciously: "Didn't Yan... the great governor, just win?"
"It's a fast horse in the army." The older tea drinker was obviously a member of the army back then, his voice was still trembling, and the reporter wore a white scarf. Something big must have happened!
The discussion in the teahouse suddenly stopped, and everyone, even the waiter and the shopkeeper, fell into silence. They stood quietly by the fence, looking at the street in the heavy rain, and secretly prayed that nothing would happen to their country.
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"here we go again!"
In the teahouse, a young man shouted anxiously and helplessly. At this time, there was no restlessness at the city gate, and there was only chill and vigilance. However, the second rider came faster than the first rider, speeding past under the teahouse like a cloud of smoke.
This knight was not wearing any armor, just a dark black dress, holding the rein with one hand, kicking with both feet, his face was covered with black water stains from the rain.
He also wore a white scarf on Chijiang's left arm, while holding up a token-like thing in his right hand, he rushed directly through the city gate, stepped across the long street, and also galloped towards the palace.
All the people in the teahouse looked expectantly at the previous tea guest who knew the court's rules, hoping to hear some good news from him.
The old tea drinker's face was pale, and he murmured, "Yes... it's the Overwatch Council."
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After a while, the third Kuaiqi, who sent messages from thousands of miles away, once again forcibly broke through the gate guarded by the gate division of Thirteen City, and stepped onto the rainy street under the teahouse. This knight was the same as the previous one. They are also in a state of embarrassment. It seems that they have traveled thousands of miles, changing horses without changing people, and reporting the news to the capital as quickly as possible is really a very hard work.
Immediately, the knight didn't think it was hard work, he only knew that if this shocking news could not be reported to the palace as quickly as possible, Qingguo was afraid that... a big problem would happen.
The rain washed the knight's dry and chapped face from the sun, and hit his blood-red eyes, but it couldn't stop his speed. The horse galloped across the long street and galloped towards the palace.
There is still a white scarf on his left arm.
At this time, the tea drinkers in the building had been numb by the successive shocks, and they all opened their mouths, but they couldn't say anything. Although they didn't know which side of the imperial court the third cavalry represented, they knew that the news that the three cavalry brought to the capital must be the same, and with the confirmation of these three parties, then... there must be a disaster in the Qing Kingdom.
There was a deadly silence in the teahouse, and everyone lowered their heads. The elderly tea guest, with a pale face, sat down trembling, but his vision went dark, and he passed out on the ground.
Everyone hurried forward to rescue, but no one noticed that the rain outside the building was a little less. Although the rain is light, the coolness has arrived. Those cicadas who were still showing off their power a moment ago finally began to feel the irreversibility of destiny, the impermanence of life, the sadness of autumn, and the burning of their own lives. In the streets and alleys of Kyoto, the last words were chanted non-stop.
"Hiss... hiss... dead... dead..."
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The whole of Kyoto began to fall into a kind of unknown fear and confusion. People didn't know what happened, but in the evening, they heard the bell ringing in the turret of the imperial city. In the background of red twilight after the rain, it was slow and shocking. The soul beat up.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the deep palace, there were many people in the huge Taiji Hall, but there was no sound. The Empress Dowager Qing, who was in charge of state affairs for the time being, had already stepped out from the beaded curtain, wearing a phoenix robe, which was extremely majestic.
The queen mother stood indifferently in front of the dragon chair, her right hand was supported by Eunuch Hou, and Hong Zhu waited beside her with a pen and ink, but she could clearly see the hands of the queen mother, trembling in Eunuch Hou's hand.
His Highness knelt with three informers whose spirits were exhausted to the extreme. The rain on their bodies soaked the luxurious blankets, but they still bowed their heads and knelt, not daring to make a sound, for fear that they, an unlucky crow, would eventually destroy Fuze, the palace that has stood proudly in the world for thirty years.
The Queen Mother gave the three of them a cold look, gritted her teeth, and cursed coldly, "Why are you crying?"
As soon as this remark came out, the concubines in the palace who were weeping incessantly stopped their tears forcibly, but they couldn't erase the horror and fear on their faces.
With the support of Eunuch Hou, the Empress Dowager sat on the chair next to the dragon chair, and said: "Immediately open and close the palace, and preside over the guarding of the imperial city with the prince, and those who disobey the order will be executed."
"yes."
His Highness responded, and the eldest prince, with tears in his eyes, looked up at his grandmother in surprise, feeling the burden on his body, but his mood was extremely agitated at this time, and he had no way to distinguish the meaning of the Queen Mother's will.
The queen mother continued: "The two great scholars Xuan Husu have entered the palace."
"yes."
"Xuancheng Gate Commander Zhang Fang entered the palace."
"yes."
"From now on, the gates of the city will be closed. It is not the Ai family's will to open them without authorization."
"yes."
"The Dingzhou Army's surrender of prisoners was delayed, and Ye Zhong was ordered to return within two days. The frontiers are struggling. State affairs should be the most important thing."
"yes."
The Empress Dowager frowned suddenly. Although the old man had been calm at this time, she still felt the buzzing in her head. She gently rubbed her temples, thought for a while and said, "King Xuanjing, Minister of the Household Department Fan Jian, Qin Heng, enter the palace."
"yes."
The queen mother finally said indifferently: "Let the queen and His Royal Highness the crown prince move to Hanguang Hall... Ning Cairen and Yigui concubine also come, and the third son also brings the child."
The eldest prince lowered his head, his heart tightened, knowing that his grandmother was still worried about him, but in the grief at this moment, he didn't want to care about these things at all.
It was dusk, the bells outside had died down, and the candles in the Tai Chi Hall were flickering, looking so bleak and uneasy. At this time, the actual controller of the Qing Kingdom, the aging Empress Dowager suddenly coughed twice, complex emotions flashed in her eyes, and she said indifferently: "The inner court... invites His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess and Princess Chen to enter the palace. Temporary stay, Fan Xian... the concubine who is pregnant with the child also entered the palace."
"yes… "
The Empress Dowager ignored the matter for a long time, but at this time every will was so clearly directed at people's hearts. She tried to isolate the entire capital from the outside world in the fastest possible time, and to isolate those who might cause turmoil. , are all controlled in the imperial city.
Suddenly, a childless concubine shouted frantically: "Fan Xian stabs me! The queen mother wants to copy his nine clans, how can he let his family enter the palace!"
As soon as this statement came out, the entire palace was silent, the queen mother looked at the concubine coldly, as if she were looking at a dead person, and said slowly: "Drag it down and bury it."
Several guards and eunuchs stepped forward and dragged the mad concubine down, not knowing that they would bury the poor man in the soil under the flower tree in the palace.
The Empress Dowager glanced coldly at everyone in the palace, and said in a cold voice: "Take care of your mouth and mind, don't forget... there are still many open spaces in this palace."
Everyone in the hall felt sad, but they didn't dare to say anything more. The sadness and doubt in their hearts was the same as that of this concubine, but they were not crazy, so they didn't speak.
"Where is Chen Pingping? Why didn't you enter the palace?" The Empress Dowager asked with a cold face.
Hong Zhu stopped the brush in his hand, met the Queen Mother's questioning gaze, and said in a trembling voice: "After President Chen was poisoned, he returned to Chen Garden to be treated by the imperial doctor. I'm afraid... I don't know..."
The empress dowager's eyes turned cold, she gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Pass the decree to this old dog, saying that if he doesn't come to Beijing again, the mother, mother and child will all die!"
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People go to Gongjing. Suppressing the sadness and fear in her heart, and making the safest arrangements in the shortest possible time, the Empress Dowager of the Qing Kingdom suddenly seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and she leaned limply on the back of the chair, slowly Slowly closing her eyes, a drop of muddy tears wet the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)