Piaotian Literature In the afternoon, it started to rain. The rain was not heavy, as thin as a gossamer, but it caused a mist to fill the Xuanwu Lake.
The two-leaf boat left the shore and sailed towards the center of the rainy and misty lake, as if it had merged into an ink painting created by someone with ease.
Xia Xun stood at the bow of the boat, with his hands behind his back. Behind him, Xiaoying, dressed in men's clothing, held an oil-paper umbrella for him.
The boat cuts through the gently undulating lake surface, tranquil, elegant and natural.
This wind, this rain, this lake, this lake, this beauty around me, Xia Xun feels that this artistic conception is really...
This kind of artistic conception should really be recited with a poem that suits the occasion. However, Xia Xun was so exhausted that he couldn't think of a poem. Let alone a poem, he couldn't even think of a suitable sentence. He had to touch his nose.
Tsukuru said solemnly: "Look at this scenery, isn't it beautiful?"
Sakura, who was standing beside him in an awkward manner, rolled her eyes angrily.
"Of course it's beautiful! They're holding an umbrella for you, so you won't get wet at all. Even your shoulder straps are wet!" Sakura didn't say anything, but just tilted the umbrella towards her in protest, so
The light rain fell on Xia Xun's face. Xia Xun didn't pay attention, but took a long breath, as if he wanted to suck in all the refreshing moisture.
On another small boat, Meng Fusheng, the minister of etiquette, stood on the bow of the boat, shaking his head and seemed to be reciting poetry.
Being able to recite good poetry would be a great tool for picking up girls, but unfortunately... I can't.
But he didn't want to think about the fact that Xiaoying, a girl who grew up on the grassland, was careless and careless. Although she was no stranger to Chinese studies because she was born in an aristocratic family, she had no love for poetry. Xiaoying was by no means a petty bourgeois young woman.
, if he asked someone to hold an umbrella for him and showered others while he was still shaking his head and talking about poetry, it would be hard to say whether this girl would suddenly get angry and kick him into the lake.
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In the distance, a painting boat was moored quietly on the lake. In the wind and rain, the flags and lanterns on the bow of the boat were swaying gently like willows in the spring breeze.
A dozen people were standing on the bow of the boat holding umbrellas, waiting for their arrival...
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White walls and black tiles, four-corner eaves. There is a pomegranate tree in the courtyard. The pomegranates are round and red, like the pink cheeks of a drunk girl.
Zhu Gaoxu was standing under the pomegranate tree. The drizzle was swaying through the branches and leaves, making him wet. However, he did not hold an umbrella and just stood there. It seemed that he had been standing for a full hour without changing his posture.
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Making the decision to assassinate Yang Xu was a difficult decision even for him, who had always been domineering and a prince. The order had been given, but he was still struggling in his heart, making his heart feel like boiling water and wet with rain.
It seems to be more comfortable.
He knew the risks, but he knew even better that he had no way out unless he gave up the throne. And the throne was something he was unwilling to give up no matter what.
"Don't blame me! You can't blame me for this!"
Zhu Gaoxu clenched his fists and stared at a pomegranate with a wide smile in front of him. He didn't know whether it was to comfort himself or to subconsciously explain to his father: "I have known since I was a child that my father is a prince, and the prince does not have me.
My share! My father has become the emperor, and the prince has no share of mine! It was you who I had given up my heart for. It was you who let me know during the battle on the river. I can also have a share of this country!"
In the corridor, a man in a raincoat suddenly walked away in a hurry. When Zhu Gaoxu heard the footsteps, he suddenly released his fists, took a long breath, and his tense face relaxed. The person who came to him was his confidant.
Sun Lu, Sun Lu walked to Zhu Gaoxu and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, the arrangements have been made!"
Zhu Gaoxu responded softly, but because his throat was tight, he couldn't speak for a while.
Sun Lu said in a low voice: "A total of fifty-seven people were sent. Some were water pirates, some were master thieves from the lower three sects, and some were big thieves who were rampaging across the mountains and mountains. Following His Highness's instructions, they were all deliberately looking for Mongolian people. The Western Regions
There are many people out there, and none of them know His Highness’s identity.”
Desperados who dare to fight and kill and loyal soldiers are two completely different concepts, and they cannot engage in them carelessly.
Zhu Gaoxu gradually calmed down as he listened, and said in a low voice: "Afterwards, take care of them all..."
Zhu Gaoxu's hand went down and hit everything hard. His hand was already wet with rain. This action brought out a string of water droplets, just like blood dripping from the tip of a knife!
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Ji Gang stood under the corridor of Jinyiwei's back office, looking at the drizzle in front of him with his hands behind his hands.
The drizzle made the fat leaves of some banana plants outside the railings shiny. The rain soon accumulated to a drop and rolled down along the edges of the leaves.
Ji Younan was standing nearby, reporting something to him in a low voice.
Ji Younan went to Shandong on Ji Gang's order, but found no clues in the plains. They also retrieved the information of officials and servants of the Metropolitan Procuratorate who were on official business in other places during this period, and found no flaws. Ji Gang was interested.
Forging a piece of evidence, but to deal with Chen Ying, is equivalent to dealing with the King of Han, and to deal with the King of Han, an evidence that cannot withstand scrutiny is very dangerous, Ji Gang does not dare to take the risk.
However, when he thought of the King of Han, Ji Gang suddenly understood. Since the people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate were impeccable, the robbery of the postmen was probably done by the King of Han's private soldiers. Ji Gang asked Ji Younan to dispatch the most trusted Jin Yiwei to monitor the Han Dynasty.
The soldiers of the royal palace had not gained anything for several days, but today Ji Younan came in all the excitement, with an elated look on his face, as if he had achieved something.
"You said those people were acting strangely, most of them were carrying sharp blades, and they had prepared many ships by the Xuanwu Lake?"
"yes!"
Ji Gang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Xuanwu Lake, what's the mystery on Xuanwu Lake? When did the King of Han master such a mysterious power besides the three guards and the royal soldiers?"
Ji Gang suddenly thought of something, turned around and asked: "Xuanwu Lake, isn't it where a team of envoys from the Timur Kingdom were placed on Xuanwu Lake?"
"yes!"
Ji Gang gently twirled his fingers and said doubtfully: "The king of Han wants to touch the envoys of Timur? Because he was humiliated, or because... he failed in his mission and wanted Yang Xu, who is now responsible for receiving foreign envoys, to also make a big deal."
Ugly? No way, are you willing to take such a risk just to vent your anger?"
Ji Younan suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly: "Ah! The humble official went after him. When he investigated the situation, he found that the Ministry of Rites had a vehicle parked on the shore. Since the people from the Ministry of Rites have gone, the Duke of Fu must also have gone. Today should be
The day when the Auxiliary Guild and the Ceremony Department have an appointment with the Timurid Kingdom’s envoy!”
Ji Gang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly understood something. He pondered for a long time, and suddenly laughed softly.
Ji Younan took a step forward and said, "Sir?"
Ji Gang said calmly: "Keep an eye on them, and when they leave, follow the clues to find out where their lair is!"
Keep an eye on them. When they leave, find out where their old enemy is. So what should the Jin Yiwei do before?
Ji Gang didn’t say a word!
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Every place in the cabin was filled with pots of chrysanthemums, which were in bloom. The gardener took good care of the chrysanthemums, and they bloomed brilliantly.
After Xia Xun sat down, he smiled at Moro and said: "His Royal Highness Harry is always friendly to our country, we are clear about this. Don't worry, when the emperor returns to Beijing, our guild will have a few nice words for you in front of the emperor. You see
, I will go to Linggu Temple first and just stop there. No, I will only stay when I get to you. Hahaha, we will never get home if we don’t get drunk today."
Xia Xun's words coaxed Moro to raise his beard. He grinned like a cosmos in full bloom. Of course Moro believed Xia Xun's words. When he came, Harry Sultan had already hinted to him that he had a relationship with Xia Xun.
The Duke Fu of the Ming Dynasty had been in contact with him for a long time. Of course, it was absolutely impossible to tell him the secret of the murder of Emperor Timur, but what Moro knew already made him have no doubt about the goodwill shown by Xia Xun.
Xiaoying said Xia Xun's words to Moro, then turned to Xia Xun and whispered again: "Humph! Talking about people and talking about ghosts! Fortunately, you are a majestic prince!"
Xia Xun said without changing his expression: "Little girl, you don't understand. This is called strategy."
After listening to Xia Xun's words, Moro laughed happily and said: "Okay, okay, the Duke is really a generous man. Moro held a banquet, and this is exactly what he meant. Today we will not get drunk and never come home. If there is good wine, there must be beauties.
Songs and dances were added to the fun. When Mara came, my King Hari presented countless gold, jewels and jade. He also presented many dancing girls with excellent sexual skills. Sixteen of them were dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor. They should not be shown to the public. The other dancing girls
They are all here, please enjoy them!"
As Moro spoke, he gave a light high-five, and immediately two rows of beauties of various shapes came in from outside the cabin, and a fragrant breeze immediately filled the cabin.
Sakura curled her lips and said: "They are really good at giving. The Wushang messenger gave away lions and tigers, and the Moro messenger gave away beautiful girls! This is what you want!"
Xia Xun wondered: "What did he say?"
Sakura angrily explained Moro's words to him. At this time, the dancers were already singing and dancing to the music. The dancers were all Western beauties, and the dances were also full of exotic customs. The music was just like the music, and with the light shirts and thin skirts,
The thighs were looming, the snow-white belly was enchanting, and the sexy, voluptuous and sultry voice captured the attention of Meng Shilang, who had never seen such a world.
Moro chuckled and said: "My lord, these dancers are going to be given to the princes and ministers of your country. My lord, you can see which ones you like and take them back tonight."
Xiaoying sat on the side of Xia Xun and said nothing. Xia Xun waited for a while and looked at her again. Seeing that she still had no response, he had to touch his nose and talk to this person when he shouldn't talk.
The translator who was silent during the conversation took the initiative to ask: "Uh..., what did he say?"
Xiaoying said sourly: "He said that these beauties are going to be given to the high officials in the court. Which one do you like, just take them away! If you like them all, just take them all away! Look, that Master Meng's
My eyes are almost popping out, this girl is so beautiful and can dance so well, why don’t you choose her right away?”
“Oh!”
Xia Xun sighed and murmured: "These girls are indeed beautiful and can dance well..."
Sakura let out a "hum" sound, as if ice beans fell into the jade plate, so crispy.
Xia Xun leisurely continued: "However, compared to the lead dancer of the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance that I saw when I was on my mission to Wala, both her beauty and her dancing are really far behind!"
Sakura kept a straight face as if she hadn't heard. She lowered her head to drink tea. When she lowered her head, two small pear dimples quietly appeared on her lips.
Just chuckle!
At dawn, I warmly ask for recommendation votes and monthly votes from the night wandering gods!