In midsummer night, the sky above Bianliang City is covered with clouds and the air is filled with heat waves.

In the right sentry camp, only Wei Ning was left. He and Chen Shou were both shirtless and drinking outside the tent.

"Brother Shou, your wine is really good, remember to leave me two bottles." Wei Ning said with his tongue.

Chen Shou had to go to Yanqing Temple, so he left some amount and did not let go of it.

"Don't worry, godfather, this thing was made by a child under my command. It's hard for others to buy it, so godfather has as much as he wants to drink."

Wei Ning smiled very happily. When he got old, he regained some of the feelings he felt when he was young.

Suddenly, a strong wind, with a hint of wet and cool air, Wei Ning was blown by the wind, and woke up halfway through the wine, and said at the top of his throat: "Would it be raining?"

Chen Shou felt the same way, and stood up and clapped his hands, saying, "It's not time to go, I'll leave now."

Now Yao Baobao is in Bianliang City and is arresting Chen Shou, he dare not go out alone.

Wei Ning carried a wine pot and a team of soldiers and horses to escort him to Yanqing Temple on the outskirts of the city. Chen Shou was not good at equestrianism, and in Liangzhou, his first battalion, he always took a donkey cart.

Wei Ning stretched out his hand and pulled him on the back of the horse, and the two of them rode a horse together.

Bianliang is a city that never sleeps. After nightfall, curfew is not imposed, but instead becomes more lively.

Especially in front of the Imperial Street, there are bright lights, wine and wine, and the traffic is full of traffic. Countless colorful boats and colorful lights hanging high on the Bian River, orchestral silk and bamboo, and the fragrance of powder lingering secretly.

Chen Shou felt the romantic and wealthy city from the back of the horse, just like a quick look.

Everyone enjoys peace of mind, regardless of the north and south, I heard that the Southern Tang Dynasty is even more excessive than this.

The capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Hangzhou, is the fire cooking oil, flowers blooming, children have long love, and heroes are short of breath.

The two empires in the Yangtze River, both north and south, seemed to have forgotten that the Han family in the Central Plains was a unified dynasty.

Click~ Two thunders thunders exploded in the sky, which was greater than pouring down.

Wei Ning urged his subordinates to whip the horse, and Chen Shou also felt the horse under his crotch running faster and faster. He stepped on the bluestone street and made a clattering sound.

After a while, everyone arrived at Yanqing Temple. On a rainy night, Chen Shou had no time to look at the Taoist temple, but he felt that the mountain gate was a bit dilapidated.

Several Taoist priests at the door were waiting early, and the door was always open.

Chen Shou nodded in his heart, and when they came to Yanqing Temple himself, they also had hope in their hearts.

Both sides have a common demand, which is promotion, so it is best to hit it off.

When he entered the temple, Wei Ning patted his horse, "I won't go in. You can take my son to talk, what he said is what I said."

Three Taoist priests led Chen Shou to a wooden house with candles lit.

There were two old Taoists sitting in the room. After the door opened, they stood up.

Chen Shou twisted his clothes, clasped his fists and said, "The Taoist priest must be the master of Yanqing Temple."

"I, Zhang Hongjiu, is the master of this temple." The Taoist priest in the middle nodded and reached out to signal Chen Shou to sit down. There were two Taoist boys in the side room, wearing clean and tidy Taoist robes and a veil. Chen Shou did not hesitate to wipe his clothes, wiped his clothes, and then put them on the futon.

After sitting down, the old Taoist Zhang Hongjiu also sat down, while the other Taoists stood around him.

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About an hour later, it was already the hour of Hai, and the storm was about to stop.

Chen Shou stood up, clapped his hands and smiled, "It's getting late, I'm about to say goodbye."

Zhang Hongjiu also smiled and said, "The commander walked slowly, the road was slippery when it rained, so take care of your health."

Chen Shou looked at the old Taoist priest, and his eyes flashed. He talked for an hour without any fatigue, but instead became more and more energetic.

As Chen Shou had previously estimated, both sides hit it off and each got what they wanted after the matter was done.

Chen Shou pointed at himself, then at Zhang Hongjiu, and said aloud: "Master, I hope you and I can work together sincerely and not forget our original intention."

"Don't worry, lieutenant."

Zhang Hongjiu said these four words, which were meaningful.

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Thunderstorms come and go quickly.

In the palace, the young Concubine Shu looked at Zhao Fu sleeping beside her with a terrifying expression.

His Majesty had a painful and ferocious expression. He grabbed his arm with his hands uneasy. His delicate arm was so hurting, but he did not dare to speak, for fear of waking His Majesty.

At this time, Zhao Fu's dream was sunny and sunny, and he was still a young prince.

At that time, the father was incompetent in power and watched the separatist battles in various states. His most beloved elder brother, the prince of Daqi, led his army to break through the formation, killed and conquered for decades, and finally put down the rebellions in various places.

The prince was still on that day, and his heroic spirit attracted cheers from the whole city. At the top of the crowd, he jumped and shouted happily, pointing at the elder brother to look up at his father, but his father's eyes were so terrible. The sinister gaze he showed had been lingering in the heart of the young Zhao Fu for so many years.

The prince's prestige was too high, which made his father jealous, and finally concocted a false witchcraft crime to kill the prince.

The generals supported the prince, led troops to rebel, rushed into the palace, and successfully rescued the eldest brother.

All the princes hid in the hall, looking at the elder brother outside the hall, and the father sat on the dragon throne.

"The morale of the army is in the Eastern Palace, I hope the emperor will abdicate!" A young general knelt on the ground and clasped his fists.

"My son, are you going to murder your father?"

"Father...the emperor would rather die than do unfaithful things." The prince burst into tears and raised his sword to commit suicide.

"My son...my son..." The father was crying and sad.

The iron cavalry flew across the sky, and the imperial guards who rescued the horse arrived, and all the soldiers who followed the prince were killed.

They followed the wrong master and died without any worries. How many of them are not bad at the Zhao family?

After the palace revolution, the government and the country underwent a major purge, and Zhao Fu was also appointed as the crown prince because he was the queen and successfully succeeded to the throne until now.

"I suddenly dreamed of a boy late at night..."

Suddenly he woke up, Zhao Fu held his forehead and sighed. After seeing the concubine Shu beside him clearly, Zhao Fu was careless and said with a rare concern: "Have you scared?"

"No, your Majesty is fine."

Zhao Fu laughed, he talked about the past and fell asleep again after a while.

He became the emperor himself and gave birth to the crown prince. The crown prince became more and more outstanding, both civil and military, and his prestige grew.

Zhao Fu, who always had a thorn in his heart, often felt panic, afraid that the past that night would happen again to him.

Over the years, everyone said that Concubine Wu suppressed the crown prince, but Zhao Fu knew best in his heart that Concubine Wu did not have this ability.

Fortunately, the prince became more and more depressed and his body became worse and worse, so he gradually felt relieved.

The snoring sounded gradually, but Concubine Shu still didn't dare to close her eyes. Everyone understood that His Majesty was old, but he was particularly suspicious.

Serve him to sleep is a life of hard work, and you must not fall asleep first.

The next day, early morning.

His Majesty woke up late at night, restless and felt that the news of his dreams had reached Yue Xiang's ears step by step.

In Zuoshao Camp, a young man was ready to treat him.
Chapter completed!