A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When will the sun set?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the familiar swallows returned. The fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
——"Huanxisha·A new song and a glass of wine" Yan Shu
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If it were any other woman, Yang Yichan might have taken action. But she couldn't take action against this woman who made her gnash her teeth.
Yang Yichan secretly withdrew the arrows from her sleeves, feeling at a loss. She watched the two of them storming around the house, but she was being beaten by the cold wind under the eaves of the window.
After the two of them finished talking, they got dressed and stood up. Only then did Yang Yichan wake up.
The woman in the room had a charming voice, spoke quickly, and laughed heartily. Yang Yichan confirmed that this person's identity was correct. She gritted her teeth, flipped downstairs, and left.
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Yang Yichan had nowhere to vent her anger. She jumped up and down her spine, her body was like a ghost, and her long hair was messy.
In the middle of the night on Zhuque Street, the chill is overwhelming and the cold wind is biting. Not to mention people, even cats and dogs are hiding in their nests and shacks. Those who are still wandering outside at this time are either ghosts or ghosts. The sentries on patrol occasionally
When he saw it, his eyes blurred, so he quickly took out his talisman and prayed silently.
Yang Yichan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, feeling helpless and cold to the core. She stood at the crossroads in the middle of the street, feeling lost and confused, not knowing where she was or where she should go.
When I looked up, I saw the big red lantern of the Bashu Guild Hall not far away, emitting orange light. The light was like a fire at home, still warm. I arrived here unknowingly.
A line of hot tears fell down like a string of beads from Yang Yichan's face. Yichan felt regretful and ashamed, and had mixed feelings.
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Yang Yichan no longer hesitated and knocked on the door. The night clerk recognized Yang Yichan. Although he was surprised, he didn't ask any more questions and silently opened the door to let him in.
Yang Yichan walked directly to Bai Fu's residence. When she got to the door, she was a little hesitant. She put her finger on the door knocker and couldn't knock it.
Someone in the room lit a candle and asked softly: "Sister Yang, is that you?"
Immediately, this person came out with his clothes on, it was Bai Fu!
Yang Yichan's eyes filled with tears, and she threw herself into Bai Fu's arms like a baby swallow in the forest, wailing bitterly.
Bai Fu didn't ask why Yang Yichan was here late at night. He hugged Yang Yichan tightly, gently stroked her hair, and let her tears flow freely.
Entering the house, Yang Yichan's pear blossoms were covered with rain, her long eyelashes were covered with tears, and her eyes were blurred and sad. Bai Fu felt great pity and gently brushed away the tears on Yichan's face. His eyes were like water, warm and soft.
Yang Yichan snorted, hooked Bai Fu's neck, and offered her lips, red lips blazing, passion like fire, intoxicated mind and body, lingering until death.
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As soon as Bai Fu opened his eyes, it was already bright. The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, filling it with golden shadows. The light and dust were like tiny elves, jumping freely and singing in the mottled light and shadow.
Bai Fu took a deep breath, feeling that last night was both illusion and reality, and he was in a trance.
A few strands of hair fell on Bai Fu's chest, and the lingering fragrance lingered between the pillows and mats. All this told Bai Fu that last night really existed and was finally not a dream.
The door creaked, and Yang Yichan pushed it in, holding a tray filled with rice porridge, pancakes and steamed buns, and several plates of exquisite side dishes.
This scene seems familiar, just like Qingcheng back then.
Yang Yichan smiled as before and said: "Brother, try my skills and see if there is any deterioration?"
Seeing Bai Fu devouring the food, Yang Yichan smiled and said, "Fortunately you still have my clothes here, otherwise I wouldn't even have a change of clothes."
Bai Fu raised his head, and was about to ask Yang Yichan about walking in the night. Then he thought, let the past go, don't be deaf, don't be mute, don't be a family man.
Bai Fu smiled honestly, stuffed another bun into his mouth, and drank porridge.
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After a hearty breakfast, it was time for Yang Yichan to return to camp.
When parting, Bai Fu was quite reluctant to leave. He held Yang Yichan's Zhirou tightly and couldn't bear to let go. It seemed that if he let go, he would lose it again.
Yang Yichan kissed Bai Fu's lips gently, showing infinite affection, and said: "Don't worry, senior brother, I will never leave you again."
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In the days that followed, Yang Yichan would return to the Bashu Guild Hall every now and then. The two of them listened to music, watched theater, and went shopping, just like when they first came to Chang'an.
Neither of them mentioned the breakup, as if the matter had passed quietly, and they seemed to have reconciled as before, but Bai Fu was always a little uneasy - because they were too polite to each other.
Deliberately avoiding something is not as real as the laughter and scolding back then.
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Let's talk about that night again. Yong Wang Li Lin quietly returned to the inner courtyard of Ji Guangchen's mansion. The guard guard at the door sent back the news that the night banquet was still going on without any abnormalities. Yong Wang Li Lin quickly changed out of his night clothes and prepared to return to Ji Guangchen's house.
Night banquet.
When changing clothes, there was something hard with sharp tentacles in the pocket of his night clothes. Li Lin was surprised, and when he took it out, he found it was a sleeve arrow. There was a summer cicada carved on the tail of the sleeve arrow - it was exactly what he had carefully crafted.
Something created by Yang Yichan.
Li Lin was thoughtful, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and there was a hint of murderous intent.
Li Lin remained calm and put away the arrows in his sleeves, with an expression on his face as if he had just woken up from drunkenness.
When King Yong returned to the banquet, the night banquet at Ji Guangchen's mansion finally reached the climax of the whole night.
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A month passed, and Yang Yichan never returned to Prince Yong's Mansion.
On this day, Yongwang's spies reported Yang Yichan's recent whereabouts to Yongwang Li Lin.
King Yong Li Lin looked embarrassed. After hearing this, he got up and slapped the case. He was furious and said: "You bitch, you are so shameless. Do you really think that if I leave you, nothing big can happen?"
At this moment, the housekeeper Azhong ran over in a hurry and said: "Your Majesty, something big has happened!"
King Yong Li Lin asked the spies to step back and said, "Why are you so nervous?"
Butler Azhong said: "Li Xiang is paralyzed!"
King Yong Li Lin asked hurriedly: "Please tell me the details quickly."
The housekeeper Azhong said: "The servant placed in Prime Minister Li's mansion is my nephew Zhang Dashun - I wonder if you still remember? You rewarded him with money last month."
Yongwang Li Lin's face darkened, and he impatiently scolded: "Don't talk about that nonsense, focus on the key points!"
The housekeeper Azhong nodded quickly and said: "My nephew Zhang Dashun came over secretly just now and said that yesterday evening, Mr. Li was walking in the garden, and suddenly his feet went weak and he fell to the ground. When he got up early this morning, Mr. Li's mouth was crooked and his words were slanted.
Unable to explain clearly, I collapsed on the bed.
The imperial doctor checked his pulse and shook his head. After taking medicine for several times, there was no improvement. It is said in the Prime Minister's house that Mr. Li is seriously ill, and he is afraid that he will be paralyzed in the future."
Li Linfu was the chief minister on the spot, commanding hundreds of officials and deciding the direction of the government. The other prime ministers were just facades and had no decision to speak of. His sudden illness, without warning, would inevitably cause a chain reaction. Nuo's huge empire had no one to manage it.
, there will definitely be another turmoil in the DPRK.
Yong Wang Li Lin stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his mind racing. After pacing twice, Yong Wang Li Lin gradually calmed down and had an idea.
King Yong Li Lin said to the steward Azhong: "Prepare your horses!"