Yong'an four years, autumn.
The Beiliang army returned to the court.
In July, there is fire, in August, when it is young, and in September, clothes are given. It is the time when the summer is over and the cold is coming, which can be regarded as a good and refreshing autumn weather.
His Majesty personally greeted the triumphant army at Danyang Gate, the horn blew its ninth sound, and the sound of iron cavalry shaking mountains and seas was heard from a distance. The autumn sun was shining, and when the trumpets sounded again, the silver armor shone brightly, and the wind and sand outside the pass were filled with chilling momentum.
The first thing that catches the eye is a swallow flag, with gold thread on the red background and a totem as a dragon on it, which is proud and arrogant. The flag fluttered with the wind, and the army entered from the Arc de Triomphe and stopped at Danyang Gate. Yan Chengqi set up tent seats in the middle of the couplets in front of the gatehouse, civil and military officials and captive generals stood in the left and right classes downstairs, and a captive seat was set up in the south of the building. The army of Beiliang took General Xuanwu as an example, offering prisoners of war and proclaiming the ancestors of heaven and earth.
After the prisoners of war are sacrificed, they are sacrificed to the shrine. Headed by the Minister of Rites, he offered preserved wine as a gift.
Clanking iron cavalry, all dismounted to pay homage. Autumn is rising again, and the silver armor is dazzling. There is one person standing beside General Xuanwu. His complexion was frosty, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his bones were cold and sharp, and he was sharp and compelling. Dressed in Qingyun clothes and white neon clothes, he raised his long arrow and shot Sirius. There used to be a seven-point flair, and all of them turned into men. The remaining three points are regarded as ten thousand strands of lovesickness tied to one person.
That person is at the top of the group of officials.
The two ministers, Li and Hu, walked side by side. When offering sacrifices to Chongxuan, the court clothes are all Xuanyi clothes, which are called heaven and earth Xuanhuang. Between the ancient totem dark embroidered wide-sleeved robes, when walking, the sunlight refracts the flowing clouds. The figure of the person on the right is still slender, but much thinner. There is a phoenix bird knife book on the waist, a black alpine crown on the head, half a bunch of long hair, a jade pen on the ears, and a red tassel jade tied under the jaw.
Qin Zheng thought of Farewell to Liupo four years ago, Chu Yu was wearing a cloud-white cloak, a snow-green robe, and a Buddha-gray robe. After many years, the years have never rubbed his brows and eyes light, but brushed away his sharpness, like a tourmaline sinking in stream water, soaking in the bone-chilling coolness, polishing the most moist and perfect appearance.
Unfamiliar posture, familiar appearance.
The ceremony bell is rung to announce to heaven and earth, ancestral temples, shrines, Yuedu, mountains and rivers, and palaces. Holding the wine cauldron in his hand, Chu Yu personally poured wine for the triumphant generals, one person after another.
Qin Zheng watched Chu Yu walk in front of him, close at hand, his hand holding the bottle was trembling, but Chu Yu's hand pouring wine was as steady as Mount Tai.
The tripod is tilted, the wine is falling, and the bottle is full.
It was done in one go, Chu Yu didn't look at Qin Zheng from the beginning to the end.
Qin Zheng's palms were cold, and nearly a thousand midnight dreams came back, and today he was able to meet again.
But it wasn't until this moment that Qin Zheng really understood what it means to meet each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city. Love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be flattened.
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Triumph and reward, wash away the dust and catch the wind. Then everything seemed to be in order.
When Ancheng's political reform failed, a descendant, Meng Jun, was reduced to slavery. He later changed his name to Meng Hanyi's Houzang Town Beihou Mansion. As a result, Zhenbeihou was stripped of his title and exiled into the army. This is the previous story.
It's not the same now, Qin Zheng is worthy of being the queen of the general family, but he is born with a murderous and hostile spirit in his bones. It is a rare general, and now the court is short of people, so it is a waste of money to use such a good talent. Regardless of past events, Yan Chengqi resumed his title of Marquis of Zhenbei and named him General Yunhui.
It can be seen that Feng Shui turns in turn, don't deceive people.
Halfway through the palace banquet, Chu Yu left early on the pretext of fatigue and poor health.
Yan Chengqi saw that his face was pale, so he didn't dare to force him to stay, if he was really tired, it would be good or bad. Chu Ming might go to take care of her for another ten and a half months, but she can't get by.
Qin Zheng's eyes followed Chu Yu's figure all the time, and seeing him leave, he couldn't sit still any longer. After pushing the glass for a few times, he pretended to be overwhelmed and left the venue early.
After leaving the palace gate, the carriages stopped at Suzaku Lane.
Qin Zheng rode his horse and rushed over, and saw from a distance that Chu Yu hadn't gotten into the carriage yet. A handsome young man was following beside him, wearing a moon-white light satin cloak around his arms, surrounded by fluffy rabbit fur. He stuck very close to Chu Yu, and seemed to be talking non-stop. Chu Yu was about to leave, but the handsome young man grabbed her by the cuff and shook her slightly.
Chu Yu had no choice but to turn around, the corners of her lips curled up a little, revealing a helpless smile. The person next to him breathed a sigh of relief, and put the cloak with his arms on Chu Yu's shoulders. When putting on the cloak, his whole arm seemed to wrap Chu Yu in his arms. He fastened his belt carefully, and adjusted his inner collar very intimately. …
Qin Zheng's hand holding the rein was a little numb. He stopped in the distance and looked at the two quietly. There was sourness in the bottom of his heart, and he had gone through life and death many times, just wanting to come back to see him, but now he has completely lost his place in his eyes, and Tian Yi Wen Nuan has been replaced by someone else.
Chu Yu got into the carriage and waved for Li Xun to go back first.
"Sir, come back earlier." Li Wei sighed rather reluctantly.
Chu Yu nodded and said, "I know what to do, you should go back first."
After finishing speaking, the hand holding the curtain was about to let go, when suddenly he saw in the distance, a man and a horse, standing quietly in the night. Chu Yu's heart sank, she hurriedly put down the roller blind, and hid in the car.
A plum blossom lantern was burning in the car, and the candle flame flickered.
Chu Yu's waist was stiff, for a long time, like a landslide, she fell into the car, curled up in a ball.
"Second Lord? Are you okay inside?" The coachman asked worriedly when he heard the movement.
There was no reply for a long time, and Chu Yu's calm voice came only when the coachman couldn't bear to stop to have a look.
"Nothing, go to Guqiao."
On the banks of the Guqiao River, there are picturesque boats, lights and shadows, and strings and bamboos.
Guqiao is the favorite place for literati in Shangjing to enjoy.
Chu Yu stepped into Gu Qiao's largest painting boat, and there were already people waiting there for a long time.
"Second Master Chu told people to wait."
Having said that, there was no hint of blame in this person's tone, but just pretending to blame with a smile.
The curtain was pulled open, and a person walked out with a jade face and a long body, holding a folding fan.
Chu Yu nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone, "Master Jing."
"Xiaohou thought that the second master would not come today, which is really a pleasant surprise." Lord Jing stepped forward and made a virtual salute, and invited Chu Yu to take a seat.
Chu Yu was not too polite, and sat down directly: "It's Yu's luck to be invited three times by Lord Jing."
Master Jing poured wine for Chu Yu himself, and pushed it in front of him, his eyes never left Chu Yu's eyes for an inch from the beginning to the end: "Second Master is really a busy person, it is really difficult to see each other on weekdays."
Chu Yu didn't refuse, picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp: "Master Jing is joking."
"It's not a joke, the famous post has been handed over thousands of times before I saw Qingci's side." Jing Houye changed the address without a trace, and poured another glass of wine, "Zhijiaren... longing..."
Chu Yu raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and said, "Master Jing, Ming people don't speak dark words. Master Hou is not someone Yu likes."
Master Jing's face was slightly stiff, and he forced a smile and said: "Qingci invites talented people from the capital, and wants to choose a spouse. How can others be able to do it, but Xiaohou alone can't?"
"Jinghou Lord has a lofty heart and aspirations, so why would he marry Yu as his wife? All kinds of tenderness at this moment are just coaxing Yu into your house. You see how Yu is worthy of Jinghou Lord's so much thought, huh?" Chu Yu said just now. I had already drank a lot of wine at the palace banquet, and now I was even a little tipsy. He spoke straightforwardly, without any concealment, and said with a little sarcasm: "It was Yu's posture that caught your eye, or the few pieces in Yu's hand." Did the sharing of power move your heart?"
In the past few years, Chu Yu has become more and more rounded on the outside and square on the inside. She is not slippery, and she is rarely so sharp. Now, with a few words and a few words, taking advantage of the energy of drinking, he actually looks a bit arrogant when he was young. A pair of phoenix eyes were smoky red, full of watery light, mixed with a bit of sarcasm, propping his forehead with one hand, and holding a wine bottle in the other, his figure swayed slightly.
Master Jing's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly an unspeakable burning sensation hit his heart. Naturally, this blind date was not easy, as Chu Yu said, it was not bad at all. He looked at the half-drunk Chu Yu in front of him, and said half-truth, "What if Xiaohou said you have both?"
Chu Yu sneered, showing all his arrogance, and slapped the golden bottle on the table heavily in his hand: "Presumptuous! Who do you think I am Chu Yu..."
Lord Jing Hou was burned all over by Chu Yu's angry ridicule, he stretched out his hand to grab his waist, and pulled him into his arms.
Chu Yu's mind sank, and she stumbled into Lord Jing's arms, and didn't recover for a while.
Master Jing gently pinched Chu Yu's sharp chin, and said softly: "There must be an old friend in the triumphant army today. If not, how could Second Master Chu come here to get drunk? It's really amazing. Heartfelt pity..."
Although Chu Yu was drunk, she was still a little clear-sighted. Hearing the words, she was sullen and slapped Lord Jing's hand away: "That's all for now. From now on, I will accept Lord Jing's famous posts. Don't go to the Jingguo mansion as if you don't want money. Sprinkle."
Master Jing laughed lightly when he heard the words, let go of Chu Yu, picked up the mandarin duck pot by himself, turned the jade beads with his fingertips, and said: "Second Master Chu is indeed frank, since he is here, he will make a big statement again, and he has the right to relieve his worries." .”
Chu Yu had been suppressed for a whole day, but at this moment, he could vent some pain by being a little drunk, even if what Master Jing was pouring at this time was poisonous wine, he would admit it. He snatched the wine glass with his hands, drank it all in one gulp, dropped the wine cup, and Chu Yu swayed to his feet.
Across the window of Huafangxuan, I suddenly feel the sound of silk and bamboo drifting away, only Jiang Xinqiuyuebai.
"Qin Zheng..." Chu Yu murmured, his eyes darkened.
Master Jing Hou firmly caught Chu Yu's slipping body, and evoked a smile of unknown meaning. As for Chu Yu, he is determined to win, he admires appearance first, power second, and he doesn't want to let go of the same. If Chu Yu is willing, it's best, if not, it's okay to use some dirty tricks.
On weekdays, Chu Yu's exquisite mind would not have made it so easy, but today someone has lost his mind.
Master Jing Hou gently rubbed the delicate lips of the person in his arms with his fingertips, got up and went to the depths of the painting boat.
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Qin Zheng crouched on the bank and pulled the river grass, while the war horse beside him snorted heavily and gnawed on the turf with his mouth crooked.
The words of others still linger in Qin Zheng's mind, he whispered to himself, "Impossible...Qing Ci's temper..."
Blind date every day, three times a day? How can it be!
Qin Zheng shook his head, shaking his long hair to the corners of his lips. He looked at the painting boat in the distance with some gloom.
I don't know who Qingci is in it and who is pushing the cup.
Thinking of it, Qin Zheng stood up abruptly, let out the hair from the corners of his lips, gritted his teeth and thought, he is not even afraid of death, why should he be afraid of facing Chu Qingci.
Even if you are rejected by him, even if you are despised by him, even if you are dismissed by him... those words hidden in the bottom of your heart should be said to him. From the battlefield, Huang Quan lived and died, because of this day. How can I be scared off by the cowardice in my heart.
Having made up his mind, Qin Zheng threw away his war horse and broke into Huafang in a fair manner.