Not seeing the girl's expression, only hearing her words, Yan Xun was taken aback for a moment, and slowly let go of his hand.
She still didn't understand, or, she didn't take this matter to heart at all.
Yan Xun nodded silently, "Okay, then you should be careful."
Chu Qiao also nodded and said: "Don't worry, I won't accompany you to the banquet later, you are alone, be careful in everything."
She turned around and was about to go out when Yan Xun's voice suddenly sounded softly from behind, "Ah Chu."
The woman froze for a moment and stopped in her tracks.
"Anyone can betray me, you can't. Anyone can leave me, you can't."
Chu Qiao didn't answer, she stood silently, then opened the door and left.
Yan Xun slowly closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and muttered to himself: "If you leave, I will have nothing."
The snow in the courtyard was light, the woman was wearing a light blue gown and a white fox fur that Yan Xun personally sent, her long hair was blown up by the breeze, and she looked back silently at the silhouette on the window, not leaving for a long time.
Different from the coldness here, outside the Yinggeyuan at this time, the imperial family is full of festivities, colorful glazed Duanyu are placed in front of the Yinggeyuan, leading to the Duanmu Pavilion of the Eighth Princess Zhao Chuner. Zhu brocade is spread on the snow, and the maids on both sides are colorfully dressed, and the show lights are burning brightly.
At the time of the first shift, the crowd gathered in the Duanmu Pavilion, the emperor came in person, the guests were all happy, and the noisy sound of silk and bamboo came from the direction of the Duanmu Pavilion. On the deserted Changhua Road, a war horse stood silently aside. The woman was dressed in the military uniform of the Xiaoqi Battalion, and she wore a blue cloak. She turned her head from a distance and looked at the place where the lights were brightly lit. Her face was calm and calm.
The night is lonely, the long wind is cold, the world is lonely, lonely, the cold wind blows the broken hair on her forehead, making her small face look thinner and sad.
This road was chosen by me for myself. From the very beginning, there was no way to retreat, but to go forward.
Life has never given me the right to regret, and I will never let useless thoughts stop you from moving forward. The great revenge has not been reported, and the day and night are at stake, so why are the children's private thoughts
Yan Xun, I will not leave you, as long as you still need me, I will be by your side, waiting for the moment when you are done and ready to fight the world. It's only the cowards who feel sad, and the incompetent who complain, I don't, I don't feel sad, never.
The huge bell rang immediately, and the fireworks all over the sky rose into the sky and bloomed in the high-spirited ceremony of the ceremonial officials. The silk and bamboo vocal music rang along with the bell, and the lively voices came from Duanmu Pavilion far away, celebrating this solemn and joyful moment. .
"Drive!" In the cold wind, the frail girl suddenly raised her whip, shouted sharply, pursed the corners of her mouth, and galloped away.
In the bleak cold night, in the bustling hall, Yan Xun stood tall, looking at the dark sky outside the hall, speechless for a long time.
In a small boudoir in the cold and quiet Yingge Courtyard, a snow-white fox fur is quietly placed in front of the table, clean and tidy as new.
"You and I have known each other for eight years. During that time, we have shared good and bad, and we have been in trouble. Now, everything is going to pass. When the things here are over, and we return to Yanbei, we will..."
We will then…
Let's get married, let's be together, and we'll never be apart again...
Those unspoken words and unspoken thoughts will eventually be slowly covered by the dust of the years, falling into the dust, and the shadow of the past can no longer be seen. Destiny is a big fire. Many times, there is only one opportunity. If you miss it, you will never get it back. In the Shengjin Palace, there was extravagant singing and dancing in the Shengjin Palace, but there was a heart-piercing scream from the northwest outside the palace!
Zhao Che was so startled that he ran out of the big tent before he even had time to put on his boots. In the sky in the northwest corner, flames were blazing, shouts of killing shook the sky, and chaos hit like a plague. The soldiers and horses of the Green Battalion who had already left the city to build a road quickly surrounded the camp of Xiaoqi Battalion, their blades were silvery white, and their armor was cold.
Something big happened!
Zhao Che raised his eyebrows, and shouted at the soldiers on both sides: "Bring the blade!"
"Wait." A cold voice suddenly sounded, Zhuge Yue came out from the shadow of the big tent, and said flatly, "I can't go."
Zhao Che looked at this uninvited guy coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"
"Look over there, whose mansion is it?"
Zhao Che looked down, but suddenly remembered a surname that he didn't want to think of.
Mu Heshi!
On Zhuge Yue's arm lay a white bird with a sharp beak and a pair of fiery red eyes. It was the same Cangwu bird that was strangled to death by Yan Xun that day. The bird stood docilely on his arm, pecking his fingers with its small beak from time to time. While playing with the bird, he said: "Mu He was involved in the ink corruption case. Mu He Yunye knelt in front of the Shengjin Palace for an afternoon, but the Holy Majesty refused to summon him. Why? The incident happened suddenly. It only took half a day for the elders to review and the charges were confirmed. Without prior arrangements, who would believe it? The eighth princess Zhao Chun'er is engaged tonight. Why didn't you be invited to the palace for such a feast? Even if you and the queen are not intimate, Zhao Chun'er is still yours Dear sisters, why is this? The Lord Muhe’s mansion was besieged by people, and the Muhe family is your mother clan, and you have a large army, so you should be controlled in advance, but why is the surrounding army out of proportion to yours? , can't fight you at all? What are they waiting for? Don't you understand?"
Zhao Che's eyes flashed darkly, and he said in a deep voice, "You mean, it's Emperor Father..."
"That's not necessarily true," Zhuge Yue said with a slight smile, "The emperor may have kept you in the Xiaoqi camp just to test you and see whether your surname is Zhao or Muhe. As for those people outside, it may not be arranged by the emperor." , but the person who most wants to see you die."
Zhao Che was smart in the first place, but the momentary shock and anger made him lose his sense of proportion. Now that he thought about it carefully, everything came together immediately, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.
"That person wants to make you take it lightly. He deliberately surrounded the Xiaoqi camp with a small number of people, but as soon as you step out of the Xiaoqi camp, you will immediately become a rebel. The people who will kill you will not be limited to the outsiders."
Zhao Che frowned, and it took a long time before he asked in a deep voice, "Why did you help me?"
"Because you are the son of Muhe Nayun. After the fall of the Muhe family, the third prince Zhao Qi rose, and his mother and concubine's surname is Wei. Coincidentally, I am not from the Wei family."
Zhuge Yue looked at him with a smile and said, "Look, we have a common enemy so quickly."
Zhao Che snorted coldly, and said, "Even if the Mu He family falls, are you so sure that I will cooperate with your Zhuge family?"
Zhuge Yue looked up at the sky, opened his long arms, and the white bird spread its wings and flew away. He didn't look back, and said calmly as he walked out: "If you can't even see through this point of interest, then I don't have to show up here tonight."
Zhao Che lowered his head, pondered for a while, and finally caught up to the front a few steps, and said in a deep voice: "You never like to pay attention to these things, why do you intervene this time?"
Zhuge Yue had already walked far away, his voice seemed a bit ethereal, and he said from a distance: "I just don't like that guy Zhao Qi."
For a whole night, the turmoil did not end. The people in Zhenhuang City were claustrophobic in their homes, and no one dared to go out to watch. The sound of shouting and killing continued from late at night until dawn. The flames were dazzling, black smoke billowed, and there was a sound of mourning.
Mu He's rebellion was already expected, even if they hadn't realized that this matter would be so serious, that this would be a catastrophe for the family, and that the emperor would kill them all, the Wei faction and the Zhao royal family would also Drive them to this dead end.
When the family's forces were unprepared, the Muhe clan, a century-old aristocratic family with many temples and powerful ministers, was like a mess of scattered sand.
At dawn, the battle was coming to an end. Mu He Xiyu, Mu He Xili, and Mu He Yunxiao were killed on the spot. More than 2,000 family soldiers were killed and injured. Mu He Yunye was arrested and imprisoned. , all were detained, from Mu Heyunye's 90-year-old mother down to a newborn baby, the imperial prison was overcrowded in an instant.
At the same time, the gates of the imperial capital were tightly sealed, and all people were restricted from leaving the city. Zhao Song, the thirteenth son of the emperor, took the family token of Mu He's family and the imitation letter of Chongwen Pavilion to Dongchui 23rd Army, 26th Army, Southeast The Field Army and the Sixteenth Army of the Southeast Navy conveyed the news that Mu He Yunye, the Patriarch of Mu He, was critically ill. Urgently summoned Mu He Xichi, Mu He Xisheng, Mu He Xiyu, and Mu He Yunye's little great-grandson Mu He Jingran to return to Beijing immediately to discuss the position of the next Patriarch.
However, the commander-in-chief of the Quartet's chief soldiers and horses was captured by the soldiers of the imperial capital as soon as he stepped into Zhenhuang City. Mu He's last hope was squandered and he was defeated.
However, that night, Song Duan, Mu Heyunye's grandson, escaped from the heavily guarded sky prison, escaped from the Zhenhuang City Gate, and rode eastward.
The members of Mu He's family cheered thunderously, but Mu He Yunye was dumbfounded. After a long time, he slowly closed his cloudy eyes, shouted sorry to the ancestors, and shed two lines of tears.
Three days later, Meng Zhan, the grandson of General Mengtian, and his adopted daughter Meng Feng, led the Meng family army all the way to the east to attack the Huaidong Song family who plotted to rebel following the Mu He family.
The Song family was shocked when they heard the news, the Patriarch of the Song family made a decisive decision, tied up Mu He Minglan, the daughter of Mu Heyunye, and Song Duan together, and sent them to the gate of the Mengshi army.
Unexpectedly, Meng Zhan refused to accept people. After a round of arrow rain, the army continued to move forward, and within five days, they broke through the gate of the Song family, the home of the No. 1 Confucianism in Huaidong.
In an instant, the two aristocratic families who were in the same spirit were massacred. On March 28th, in front of the guillotine in Jiuyou Terrace, more than 4,000 heads of the Mu He and Song families fell. In the five generations of Mu He's grandparents, except for Empress Mu He Nayun, none of them survived. Even Ting Concubine Mu He Na Ri and Fragrant Concubine Mu He Lan Xiang were given poisonous wine by the imperial court and set off to the west.
On the day of the beheading at Jiuyou Terrace, all the people in Zhenhuang City rushed to watch it. For a while, Zhenhuang City was empty of thousands of people, and the atmosphere was lively, even better than New Year's Eve.
A generation of wealthy families, formerly prosperous and favored, and a busy wealthy family were buried deep in the soil, scattered into the soil in the wild, dissipated in the drifting and turbulent years, and became another example of the power change of the empire. victim. The noble head that used to be covered with gold and silver and covered with jewels and emeralds finally lowered deeply, spraying blood full of blood in front of the iron-blooded guillotine of the empire.
The so-called prosperity and prosperity are nothing but dust.