Mu Xiaoqiao's voice seemed to be like a grass seed that took root everywhere. Overnight, it seemed that the gods and bones were being sung everywhere. The situation was fermenting so fast that it was too late for the temporary ban. Fainted and heard whoever sang, they would arrest people on the spot.
But even the actors and actresses can't be arrested for no reason. Jinling has always been elegant, literati, dignitaries, dignitaries, etc. often have the old fashion of making friends with famous actors and prostitutes. As soon as the guards appeared, they immediately caused an uproar. Because of Zhao Yuan's tough wrists in recent years, no one dared to question it publicly, but private discussions were rampant.
Zhao Yuan was furious that night, annoyed by this group of bastards who were trying to hide the truth. He beat the guard commander 30 times. He showed up at the court the next day, never mentioning the arrest of the guards, and only recalled with sincerity. After more than 20 years of national humiliation, family feud, and courageous people, finally came a light sentence, still remembering the shame of the year, since the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, drum music has been banned in the palace.
All the elites naturally heard the sound of the strings and knew the elegant meaning. After going down to the court, they went home and notified each other that they were good friends. The night of Jinling, which was singing every night, suddenly became silent. On the eve of the ancestor worship ceremony, there was a strange peace.
It was a gloomy and cold day again. Zhou Fei went around Jinling City, but couldn't find any trace of Mrs. Nishang and the others. In the evening, she slipped into the palace again. She expected that Xie Yun might not be able to leave the palace, so she went to see him. She wanted to ask what happened to "The Legend of the White Bone", but found that Xie Yun was uncharacteristically and stopped early, leaving only a note for her. , said that he wanted to accompany Zhao Yuan to finish the play "Li Chu", and then he would be free to go out of the palace to take her to play, and told her to go back first.
Zhou Fei squeezed his note and set it on fire under the palace lantern. She sat on the high raised palace roof for a while, but the moonlight was never seen. The corners of her eyes suddenly jumped twice for no reason, and she jumped into the night. In the middle, a few ups and downs disappeared.
And Xie Yun, who "rested early", suddenly opened his eyes in Qianzhong's bed tent.
With a little light, he saw that there were many large and small wounds on his body for no reason, starting from the tips of his fingers, and now it had spread to his shoulders and chest, and a faint smell of blood lingered around his body, as if to indicate that this lingering breath. The physical limit is approaching.
When this situation first appeared, Zhao Yuan was furious, and the imperial physicians were so frightened that they almost hanged themselves, but there was nothing they could do, so they had to deal with the more and more blood holes on his body according to the injury of the sword.
Xie Yun carefully turned over and looked up at the bed tent, thinking lazily in his heart, Zhao Yuan probably couldn't fall asleep after listening to the "Bone Bone Biography". On the one hand, he was worried about the conspiracy of the sudden appearance of "The Legend of the White Bone", and on the other hand, he had to worry that the "Li Chu" drama he had carefully prepared did not begin, and the "Chu Jun" himself would first crack into a broken kite.
Gee, so much to worry about.
That night, on the wet corner of Jinling Street, a corner of a small restaurant that had not closed was still lit.
There was a man dressed as a wealthy businessman, with a big heart and a fat body. He was occupying a place for two people. He was slowly picking up and eating with a glass of light wine, very leisurely.
The shop assistant yawned and filled him with wine. Suddenly, two middle-aged men came upstairs along the wooden stairs of the restaurant. They looked like the guards of this young wealthy businessman. One of them is tall and thin, with a few knife-like wrinkles on his face. At first glance, it looks ordinary, but the second shop assistant suddenly woke up when he met his eyes. His hands trembled, and the wine was poured out. On the table.
When the wealthy businessman saw this, he waved his hand and said, "Come on, you don't have to come here if you don't have any orders."
The shop assistant heard this, as if receiving amnesty, and ran away without saying a word.
The "rich businessman" said: "Mr. Shen, Master Tong, please take a seat."
It turned out that this was Cao Ning and his party.
Tong Kaiyang squinted and glanced at the direction where the second shopkeeper fled, and said, "The little brat of the Xingjiagang, the martial arts are not very good, but people feel very good."
"Just being deterred by Mr. Shen's breath, don't mind," Cao Ning said, "Now Jinling City is full of fish and dragons, and everyone has it. We are hidden in the city, not to be eye-catching—what's the matter?"
"No more singing." Tong Kaiyang poured two glasses of wine, first respectfully placed a glass in front of Shen Tianshu, but Shen Tianshu didn't give him face, took the glass and poured the wine directly from the open window, and poured it himself. a glass of water.
Fortunately, Tong Kaiyang has known him for many years. He already knew what kind of urine the surnamed Shen was, and he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled and said, "Brother, this is the realm of 'Qingshui to decorate' and 'return to nature'."
Shen Tianshu ignored his flattery and said: "Zhao Yuan's son will announce his short-lived nephew as the crown prince at tomorrow's ancestor worship ceremony, didn't you say that the little brat is young for many years? Didn't die? Lianzhen is indeed a waste that is not worth dying for."
Cao Ning said: "Zhao Yuan just took a fancy to his nephew who was sick and crooked, so he dared to make him the crown prince. It happened that he established the crown prince today, and tomorrow the crown prince died. He followed him and cried hypocritically, even if the 'return of power' failed , and in the future he will be a legitimate emperor."
Tong Kaiyang said curiously: "Then Zhao Mingyun is just the orphan of the prince, and he is not the true prince who has been canonized by the Zhao family. Zhao Yuan, as an elder, took over the jade seal when it was expedient, and became the emperor, what's wrong with his name?"
Cao Ning said: "If it wasn't for Zhao Yuan who kept the word 'returning government' on his lips all day long, and had to do the ritual of 'sacrificing ancestors' and 'establishing a reserve', no one would say that he was unorthodox. I said, Zhao Yuan can be regarded as a person in the world, but for some reason, when he mentions some things, he always cares too much, and even loses his sense of proportion... Maybe there is something tricky here that you and I don't know about I see that 'Brother Xie', who has been under a pseudonym for many years, is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He probably doesn't want to die early, otherwise why create a 'Bone Biography' at this juncture? People are thinking."
Shen Tianshu drank cold water indifferently beside him, and Tong Kaiyang said again: "These uncles and nephews are also interesting, and they both wish each other could die quickly, but they have to get together to perform a harmonious set up and transfer the throne, is it possible that the crown prince will not die in the future? Does Zhao Yuan really want to pass the throne to him?"
Shen Tianshu snorted coldly and said, "What do you do with these useless things? I just want to know, if I really took the head of Zhao Yuan's child, wouldn't it be cheap for that sick ghost?"
"It's cheap for him?" Cao Ning laughed, "Mr. Shen, I've been missing for so long, and my military power has been cheapened by my imperial brother. What happened?"
Tong Kaiyang hurriedly said: "I would like to hear the details."
"The old and new parties in the south have been fighting against each other from the previous dynasty to the present, and the capital has lost their fight once, and now the east wind has only overtaken the west wind. Zhou Cun knew that his foundation was unstable, and he never refused to represent the new party, putting himself on the pawn. To charge into the battle from the position, this will be even more out of reach on the front line, Zhao Yuan, if there is something unexpected, that Highness…”
Cao Ning shook his head and said with a smile, "If he really had the courage to set off a bloodbath in Jinling and forcefully suppress everyone, how could he have been plotted by his uncle to that extent? For Zhao Yuan, motion is worse than silence. For us, the opposite is true. The more turbulent the water is, the easier it is to fish. My manpower is still in the army, so I can only convene one or two letters. As long as it is chaotic enough, We may not be able to make a comeback.”
Tong Kaiyang is so smart, he can naturally hear that this "we" is not referring to the Northern Dynasty, but Cao Ning himself.
The story goes something like this: The Northern Emperor was incompetent and hated his brothers, which led to the defeat of the front-line troops. On the contrary, Duan Wangyejian, who had been trapped in the midst of the common people, took a slant on the front, with two masters, and made a move to pull the salary from the bottom of the pot, completely mixing the waters of the north and the south.
At that time, no one will remember that he was born by a cheap prostitute, and no one will remember Cao Zhongkun's eccentric will to the east coast.
Tong Kaiyang said in a low voice: "There must be a favor from His Highness over there."
Cao Ning smiled lightly: "How come there are two less..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Tianshu listened impatiently, drank the cold water, and interrupted Cao Ning firmly: "I saw the old master seal, and I obeyed you, as it should be, I just listened to your dispatch this time. Since we don't owe each other, we don't have to give me any merit."
After he finished speaking, he stood up on his own to leave.
At this time, a burst of heavy footsteps came from the gut-like street below the restaurant.
For some unknown reason, Shen Tianshu followed the footsteps and looked back. On the other side of the water-glowing bluestone slab, a young woman walked slowly with a paper lantern. Women are no different, wearing the popular gentle dress. She lowered her head and walked not fast. She went straight to the back door of a shop doing rouge gouache business. The family members who were waiting for the door probably heard footsteps and opened the door early to wait for her. Silently, he hung the lantern on the door, and then with a "squeak", the family reached out and closed the door heavily.
It was not until the figure disappeared that Shen Tianshu retracted his gaze, not knowing why he was staring at a little girl who didn't know whether she was handsome or ugly.
Then he ignored the expressions of Cao Ning and Tong Kaiyang, turned around and left.
Shen Tianshu didn't see it. As soon as he left the window, the closed door opened again.
Zhou Fei was very alert and looked around from the crack of the door.
The person in the dark pile next to him asked in a soft language that was assimilated by the locals: "What, someone?"
Zhou Fei shook her head hesitantly. She was horrified just now for no reason. Today, she went to the palace to find Xie Yuncai without a knife, otherwise she might have pulled it out.
When he was wondering, the steward of Jinling Dark Stake walked over quickly and said in a low voice, "A Fei, why did you come back? Someone was looking for you and brought this thing. Look at it, do you recognize it?"
Said, stuffing a package to her, Zhou Fei looked down and saw that the contents of the package were exactly the Caixia soft armor that she took off to Wu Chuchu and the others in the Qi gate.
Zhou Fei: "Where's the person? What's the matter?"
"Waiting for you in front, hurry up and hurry up, it seems that there is an urgent matter, you hurry up!"
Soon, Zhao Yuan was not the only one who couldn't sleep.
However, no matter how mortals turn, the sun still rises.
Early the next morning, before the fourth watch, Jinling was busy.
It was still dark, Xie Yun closed his eyes and rested while letting the people play and groom.
Suddenly, the palace maid who combed his hair gave an "ah" and knelt down with a "pop": "Damn this servant!"
Xie Yun didn't need to look to know what was going on. He reached out and touched the back of his neck. Sure enough, he felt a handful of bloodstains. It must have been a good skin and flesh that suddenly cracked, scaring the little girl. He waved his hand gently and said: "No problem, go ahead and comb it, it won't bleed for a while, find something to cover it up for me."
Zhao Yuan happened to cross the threshold with one foot, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.
Zhao Yuan knew that Xie Yun was "Qiansuiyou", and also suspected that the "Bone Bone Biography" was concocted by this person, but since this was the case, why did he dare to sign it like this
What's more, in his current situation, the entire Taiyuan Hospital is helpless, and the words "life is not long" are written from head to toe. Could he still have any plans
Xie Yun greeted him casually, and said: "Your Majesty, you canonize the prince today, if the prince dies tomorrow, will people say that this position is too expensive and the fate is not strong enough to hold back? Then there will be no future. People dare to be your prince."
He didn't even call him "Uncle Huang" anymore.
Zhao Yuan's expression changed a bit, and suddenly he said, "Ming Yun, what do you wish for?"
Xie Yun answered the question: "What is Liang's wish?"
Zhao Yuan was silent for a long time, and said, "Liang Qing hopes that the world will be peaceful, the north and the south will be unified, and someone will inherit the legacy of him and the previous emperor. Don't retreat because of the tragic ending that year."
Xie Yun nodded when he heard the words: "It seems that Your Majesty has done it."
Zhao Yuan's expression was still very tense.
"I do have a wish." Xie Yun waved off the servants who were surrounding him, and bowed respectfully towards Zhao Yuan.
"I hope that Your Majesty will have a beginning and an end, not forgetting the original intention, and not disappointing Duke Liang's many years of assistance; I also hope that all my relatives, friends and people who care about me will grow old safely and live a long life; , have been taken care of by the proper people."
The last sentence is especially deadly.
Xie Yun paused for a while, then smiled again: "It's okay to be wrong, it's okay, the emperor has a purple light to protect his body, why should he care about the mere skeleton?"
Zhao Yuan was speechless.
"May Your Majesty endure forever." Xie Yun raised his head and smiled at him, "The hour is coming, Uncle Huang, let's go."