As the ministers came out one after another, a thunder suddenly erupted outside the hall. It was the direction of the military port that could not be repaired. Yuan Wu stared at the star-patterned crystal marrow embedded in the armrest of the dragon chair.
Xu Fu stood under the elixir with his hands down, and the glass test tube refracted the glimmer of light from the candle, and condensed into a small colorful patch in his palm.
"You talk about the troubled times in the prosperous times..." Yuan Wu knocked on the handrail with his fingers. The bronze dragon pattern was shaking his knuckles. The palace gate in the distance slowly closed behind the ministers, crushing the last trace of noise:
"Do you think my world is too stable?"
Xu Fu gently placed the elixir bottle on the edge of the imperial desk, and the wax seal turned into dust smoke: "If it is too stable, it will suppress change, and if it does not change, it will easily decay. Just now, the "Ghost Flying Sword" that the Yin Xun envoy is now facing, but the heat of this,
But it is the most difficult to control, just like the most dangerous thing for people to boil before it boils.”
Yuan Wu lowered his eyelids, and naturally jumped into his palms with the pill of overseas spiritual medicines, which was refreshing and fragrant: "The 'grindstone sword intent' contained in the stone ball, distributed nearly one billion yuan of money from the victims, and the careful consideration in the letter, you
Who do you think this person looks like?”
This question came abruptly, but Xu Fu seemed to have been prepared. He took out a few jade slips from his sleeve and placed them on the table: "Lin Zhuojiu's plan is like a spider's web, and Wang Jingmeng's sword intention is like a sword.
If a river breaks its dam, then today's thief... is like fishing in the vast sea."
"What a fishing in the vast sea." Yuan Wu suddenly laughed low, and his laughter made the gray on the beam fall. Twenty-eight jade talismans flew out of his sleeves, and the talisman star map echoed the stars around the sky on the top of the hall.
: "Mo Shoucheng thinks I should justify the remnants of Bashan. What do you think?"
"Realizing the name is like forging a sword. The day the sword is completed is the time to kill the Lord."
Xu Fu's sleeve slid out of his bronze ruler, and the ruler was engraved with a map of the territory of the Qin Dynasty: "But if the sword embryo is quenched in His Majesty's furnace..."
He suddenly broke the copper ruler, but what was poured out of the section was not a metallic luster, but a dark red liquid as thick as honey: "The quenched iron will eventually be poured into the mold designed by His Majesty."
Yuan Wu twisted the pill and looked at the candlelight. The amber pill core seemed to have a thread of blood, which reminded him of the setting sun outside Hangu Pass: "The quenched molten iron has its own shape, but if this molten iron is
What if you steal it from someone else’s furnace?”
The liquid oozing out of the cross section of the copper ruler in Xu Fu's sleeve suddenly condensed into thin lines and woven into a spider web in the air: "That depends on whether the person who steals the fire wants to refine a sword or cast a plow." He flicked his fingers gently, and the spider web suddenly contracted into
drop:
"If the man in the secret wants to be a great rule in the world, why should he take these many twists?"
Yuan Wu suddenly felt tired.
This kind of fatigue is different from the exhaustion after practice, and it seems like something is eroding the bone marrow.
He looked at Xu Fu's back and suddenly spoke: "You said... if Wang Jingmeng was still alive, what would happen to this day?"
Xu Fu's body was slightly stagnant, and this subtle pause made Yuan Wu's pupils shrink, but Li Si Shi Shi did not look back after all, only the voice drifted in the darkening night: "The dead cannot speak, and the living do not have to speak for the dead."
The most painful thing in life is when you feel that something can be completely forgotten, but someone is constantly forcing you to think about those things. When you feel that you have won, you find that you have not won.
The golden paint on the dragon pillar began to peel off, and the debris condensed in the air into the appearance of the man walking on the snow.
The star map lit up in the darkness. Yuanwu stood in the net of light spots, and suddenly remembered what he said when he visited Lin Zhuojiu, who had just been imprisoned: "Do you think you can control everything by sitting in the highest position?
Little do you know that this location itself is the largest cage.”
"But I insist on creating the world in this cage."
Yuanwu sneered at the void, and the jade talisman suddenly exploded, and the stars shone like rain. He spread his palms in the rain of light, watching the ashes of the advice reorganized the words in the stars - people's livelihood, practice, taxation, each
The words are shining with a sharp cold light.
"No matter what," Yuan Wu thought to himself: "I, I already have Xu Fu, Empress, Yan, Li, and the Thirteen Marquis of the Great Qin, the heads of the Secretariat and millions of Qin army troops around me.
”
"You want to be the fisherman, but how can you catch the weight of the entire country with just the fishing line made by others?"
...
When Mo Shoucheng slowly stepped out of the palace gate, the blue-tailed magpie suddenly flapped her wings and rose up.
The faint blue brushed across the three eaves of the imperial city, reminding him in a trance of the evening when he first met Wang Jingmeng twenty-nine years ago - in the twilight, the young swordsman who walked out of the remote Bashan was watching him from a distance.
He competed with the young talent in Changling for the first time and achieved an undisputed victory.
"If the Qin people are bullied, every Qin people can stand up with a sword. Who in the world dares to bully me Qin people?"
At that time, he was already the strongest practitioner in Changling, Qindu, but when he heard this for the first time, he still felt a long-lost resonance in his heart - not trembling, but like the Wei River thawing in early spring, in the cold
Wrapped with the warmth of all things.
The wind in the corner tower swept this sentence and circled in Mo Shoucheng's ears for thirteen years. Until the night of Changling Blood Night, he stood in the same position and looked at the beacon fires dyed red city palaces, and suddenly realized that the man's sword could be split.
The mountains cannot cut through the ravines of people's hearts.
Those disciples of Bashan Sword Field who fell in a pool of blood were also the blue bricks that built the city - young people who used to love drinking under the osmanthus forest, the sword edge was engraved with "unfairness", but
After drinking, I said that what I want to carve the most is to "maintain peace".
Mo Shoucheng stroked the newly bursting moss in the cracks in the palace walls.
The lights in the city in the distance fell into the mortal world like stars, and the sound of the clapper's banging sound could be vaguely heard.
When Zhao Qing rolled down the stone ball over the military port ship, he smelled the familiar sword intent among the rock chips. It was not Wang Jingmeng's lonely life, but like a pebbles washed by the river for many years, grinding the edges and corners into roundness.
The defensive.
This reminded him of his youth when he was guarding the border in Longxi. He saw border residents embed whetstones in the gap in the city wall, and they grew into one with the bricks over the years. The sound in his memory was still as clear as before: "A real heroic city should be alive.
It is a scabbard polished by millions of people."
Some swords were to cut the night, and some bricks were to support the morning light. But people like me were just to ensure that when the morning light came, there was still surplus of food behind the city wall.
...
Deep in the locust flower alley covered by the same moonlight, Ye Ce's cold plain cloth shoes fell alternately on the bluestone slab. She stopped in front of a coffin shop, stroked her fingertips through the soul-suppressing talisman painted with cinnabar on the door panel—
—The third stroke of the rune has an inconspicuous gap.
"A guest chooses a coffin or a paper?"
The oil lamp leaking from the crack in the door suddenly rose three inches high. The shopkeeper Lao Wu's hunched back cast a rugged black shadow in the pile of paper horses. The paper man was tying his hand had already made a blue shirt, and the paper man was holding the small handle of the paper tightly.
The sword is engraved with the unique cloud patterns of Bashan Sword Field.
Ye Ce slipped out half a copper coin from his cold sleeve, rubbed the rust pattern of the door bolt, and the faded red rope swept out half a waning moon in the cold wind: "You need seven cypress coffins, and the head of the coffin carved with Yin and Yang fish."
Her voice sounded at the same time as the extremely faint sound of the piano, and the stringless sound crawled against the bluestone road, like a snake spitting out a letter.
...
Almost the same moment.
In the rolling and rolling mansions in Changling, in the luxurious and deep courtyard, in an elegant study room, on the precious rosewood bookshelf, there are various book volumes, some of which look dilapidated.
, but they are all extremely precious treasures.
There was no paper or pen on the desk, only a book of "Qin and Chu League Oath" and a pot of white orchids.
Li Lingjun rubbed the celadon tea cup with his fingers, and the tea residue was painted with patterns of dry mountains and rivers at the bottom of the cup.
Lu Siche stood with his hands down on the edge of the openwork Kui-patterned door frame with his hands five steps away. This distance can not only show respect but also prevent the master from feeling oppressed. Since the Chu Palace Incident, the rules in the host's mansion have become more and more subtle.
The candlelight stretched the shadows of both sides on the bookshelf all over the wall. The bamboo slips that recorded the scenery of Chu were silent in the shadows, like soldiers waiting for inspection.
"Your Highness really wants to borrow Qin Blade to kill Chu Zi?"
The aide's eyes swept over the seal hidden in the sleeve of the Lord, faintly revealing a little bit of the gallery. Finally, he couldn't help but speak. The jade on his waist trembled slightly as he walked uneasyly.
Just like his unquestioned question.
Li Lingjun suddenly clamped the corner of the case.
The blue veins suddenly rose like twisted branches on the back of the pale hand, and the knuckles were against the edges and corners of the King of Chu's seal box. The pain reminded him of the bone-eroding chill that drilled into the meridians when Yuan Wu's fingertips were on his shoulder blade this morning.
The sound of the guards' leather boots outside the window just ran through the cracks of the bluestone bricks, crushing the faint fragrance of the pot of plain orchid on the desk.
"Your Majesty Yuanwu has hills and valleys in his heart."
Li Lingjun suddenly turned around, and the wind ripped up from the golden sleeves swept away the two chandeliers. A cold voice like a jade chime came from the dim light and shadow: "Since you are entrusted with the seal of the King of Chu, why worry about the wind and rain like darkness?
”
"Siche..." Li Lingjun suddenly stretched out his tone, pinched the white jade paper on the desk with two fingers, and the warm luster reflected the newly dyed black color of his temples more and more abrupt: "Why do you think the orchids in this courtyard are in this yard?
Can't it always turn red?"
Lu Siche's Adam's apple moved slightly: "Maybe... the water and soil are not suitable."
To be continued...