A pot of sake was placed in front of the bow table, a stack of brown sugar candied fruits was placed in the red lacquerware, and there was nothing else to accompany the wine.
A small boat with a black pendant sails in the middle of the Peach Blossom River. In the cabin, a beauty in neon clothes is holding a pipa in her arms, half-hiding her beautiful face. She continues to play the formalities with her slender jade fingers and lowered her eyebrows. The sound of tinkling pearls slides down into the clear river water. She suddenly opens her red lips,
Singing softly: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down, the stars are like rain, the BMW carvings are full of fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns the light, the fish and dragon dance all night. The moths and snow willows are golden, and the laughter is filled with darkness.
When the incense went away, people looked for him thousands of times. Suddenly, when I looked back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place."
At the end of the song, the beauty in colorful clothes muttered, put away the pick and inserted it into the strings, but she still held the pipa with her eyebrows lowered and remained silent for a while.
"Why, isn't this a bad word?" Zhu Moyun, who was sitting barefoot on the bow of the boat and dressed in plain linen, looked at the beautiful lady in colorful clothes and smiled slightly, and said gently.
The beauty in neon clothes shook her head gently: "The word "gongzi" is very good, but this scene is too desolate at this time."
Zhu Moyun looked at the beautiful woman in neon clothes and shook the wine glass: "This word was left by Dean Zhang back then, and I can't make it out...and the meaning of this word is very good. You must have something on your mind, Sanqian, to feel desolate...you
Remember, how long have you and I known each other?"
"If I remember correctly, it was about three years and six months." The beautiful woman put down her pipa, walked out of the small cabin, sat down opposite Zhu Moyun, and helped Zhu Moyun pour wine.
"Your memory is not bad at all." Zhu Moyun looked at her quietly, looked at her green hands, and sighed: "When I met you, you were just an editor in the Department of Justice."
The beauty in neon clothes smiled gently and said softly: "But now you are the envoy of the Department of Justice, and the next higher up is the deputy chief. In the entire imperial city, there are not many people who can make you bow your eyebrows.
You have a bright future, and it will definitely not be good if you spend more time with me."
"Is this what you are thinking?" Zhu Moyun smiled, drank the wine in the cup in front of him, and said self-deprecatingly: "You don't understand, once you reach my position, it doesn't matter if you want to go up.
It doesn't matter how much I do, it depends on whether the people above are willing to let me go up further, and whether they are willing to give me a seat. So I have already thought about it. If this trip goes well, no matter what, I will take it with me.
You go back to the Imperial City of Zhongzhou."
The hands of the beautiful woman in neon clothes trembled slightly. She didn't know what Zhu Moyun was talking about during this trip, but she didn't ask anything. She just lowered her head and said softly: "Master, I will drink with you."
Zhu Moyun's eyes were gentle. He raised his head slightly. A crescent moon in the sky was reflected in the water. A cyan homing pigeon flew from a distance, but landed directly on his left shoulder and on his scarlet paws.
There is a small letter box tied tightly.
After taking a deep breath, he took out the small scroll of paper from the mailbox and glanced at it, his face suddenly turned pale.
The beauty's red lips trembled slightly, but her face remained gentle.
"She is too cruel." Zhu Moyun slowly exhaled and said something that the beautiful lady in neon clothes could not understand. After taking a deep look at her, he said softly: "Drink with me again."
The beauty in neon clothes nodded and poured the wine, touching the glass slightly, and drank it all in one gulp. However, what made her freeze was that she drank the wine poured from the same pot without any harm, but a stream of water flowed out of Zhu Moyun's mouth.
Streams of purple-black blood.
"The saddest thing in the world is to see the person you love in front of you, but you can't hold her in your arms and enjoy her warmth... I'm sorry..." Zhu Moyun still sat still, but there was a look in his eyes.
He shed blood and tears, and his head hung down. His voice gradually fell away with his breath, and finally disappeared completely.
The beauty's face was still gentle and calm. She looked at Zhu Moyun who could no longer move, thinking of the man with ambitious eyes who jumped onto the bow of her boat more than three years ago... However, she could never see him again.
Arrived. She stood up silently, took out the pipa from the cabin, and slowly applied rouge and gouache on the opposite side of Zhu Moyun. From the beginning, the noodles in clear soup became incomparably gorgeous.
"Sir, I will accompany you. No matter what happens, I will go with you today." After finishing her makeup, the beauty in neon clothes looked at the crescent moon in the center of the river, as if she wanted to pick it up in the palm of her hand, stretched out her hand towards the bright moon, and jumped
With one jump, a jade-like water splash appeared.
For example, Li Qilong, the governor of Dongling Tomb, rebelled against the country and assassinated the eldest princess of Yunqin, Sun Muyue, who was ordered to travel around the empire. The eldest princess was seriously injured and fell into a coma. That night, Zhu Moyun, the third person in the Department of Justice, committed suicide on the Taohua River by taking poison.
A fellow singer drowned herself.
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In the early morning of the next day, in the imperial city of Zhongzhou, the emperor went to court early.
The Holy Master, who was sitting on Panlong Yuta, quietly looked at the dozens of officials kneeling in front of him in the golden brick hall.
Everyone knows that the current emperor of the Yunqin Empire is in his prime years, and his energy is at its peak, but this clear-cut man with a resolute face and a kind and gentle face is faintly showing signs of fatigue.
This made all the officials kneeling on the ground feel particularly cold, thinking that the Holy Father might have stayed up all night yesterday, thinking about how to deal with this matter.
"Zhu Moyun is dead...but that doesn't give me an explanation."
Even though the thunder in his heart was extremely furious, the voice of the man in the dragon robe was still as gentle and powerful as usual. He was serving tea with his eyes slightly lowered, and his eyes did not even stop at these ministers: "
Is it really just the Department of Justice? The Blue King's Heavy Armor is unique to the border army. Although it is not a particularly powerful thing, there are not many people who can wear armor and go into battle. The number is very small. I shouldn't need to remind you. You can all pass this Blue King's Heavy Armor.
Find out something?"
"The eldest princess represents my will, and even she dares to assassinate her... Do I have to be in fear every day in this imperial city?"
After finishing this sentence calmly, the corners of the mouth of the most powerful man in the world finally trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his voice finally sounded a little higher than usual: "Don't forget,
My father only left us a pair of children, and I only have this one sister!"
Many ministers kneeling in the main hall and several people sitting behind the nine thick curtains on both sides of the main hall were sarcastic in their hearts, thinking that this matter in itself was that Yun Qin, a pair of powerful brothers and sisters who dominated the world, went too far... She put it
Now that all the work of the Department of Justice has been done, what is the Department of Justice going to do? Who among the ministers in the palace today doesn’t know that everyone’s relationship is like firewood stacked on top of each other. If a large handful is taken out, who knows the rest of the firewood?
How much will it slip? And what kind of person is she... With someone like Wen Renshou sitting behind the curtain of this palace, she will not notice at all that such an assassination can hurt her?
However, what the Holy One said at this moment was the truth, and his anger was also the truth. After all, the woman's serious injury intensified his anger... What if she was really dead?
So no matter what is going on in my heart, in this situation, I can only hide in my heart and make some concessions to give him an explanation. One side advances and the other side retreats. This time, the miscalculation was because I didn't expect the pampered man.
A woman can actually have such a determined and ruthless side. All she can do now is how to minimize the impact of this step and slowly bring it back in the future.
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In the imperial palace of the ancient Tang Dynasty, a counselor couldn't hide the joy on his face. He bowed and saluted the young Emperor Fengxuan, and admonished: "The news of the Rudong rebellion is true, and we can take advantage of the situation to march into the army."
The little emperor, who was even more immature than Qiu Lu, glanced at the adviser with slight dissatisfaction and said, "Why?"
"The elders of the Yunqin Senate originally allowed this to happen because they wanted to give the people on the throne a warning not to cross the line. But if the eldest grandson Muyue counterattacked in this way, they were bound to do something.
Some concessions...between this advance and retreat, there will definitely be some confusion. Emperor Yunqin himself is already very powerful. It is unlikely that the death of one or two people like Zhu Moyun will quell his anger this time."
"This truth is so simple. You can think it through clearly. Could it be that the elders of Yunqin sitting in the curtains can't think it through clearly? The best way to vent anger is naturally blood and dead people. Of course, you don't have to be in the emperor's presence to kill people.
In the city." Emperor Fengxuan looked at the counselor sarcastically and said: "With the abilities of those people, they can definitely send those people to the frontier army to die, and... for Emperor Yunqin, if we make a big move
, is his best opportunity. You must also understand that the best way to exchange blood is to fight with a large army, kill a group of people, and replace a group of people. How many transfers can be made in the middle?"
After sneering slightly, Emperor Fengxuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the counselor, and added: "And you should also know that those elders sitting in the curtain are much calmer than the powerful Emperor Yunqin.
Even if it is more difficult to deal with them, I would rather fight these old guys who have carefully considered every consequence than fight someone who is full of ambition and does not care about the consequences. If the south wants to move, let them go first
Just try your best. But the old immortal in the south probably thinks a hundred times more clearly than we do, otherwise the south would not have been in such a good situation in recent years."
"What the emperor said is absolutely true." The counselor took a deep breath and looked at the short emperor with an ordinary face in surrender and bowed again. All the people in the palace who heard the conversation between the two were
A slight cold sweat broke out in his vest.
Previously, I thought it was just the Empress Dowager who was wise and interested in political power, but now the Empress Dowager no longer listens to politics behind the curtain... And now, the little emperor is only a few years old, but he is more interested in power and conspiracy than most of the advisers who have been immersed in this way for many years.
It must be clear and thorough. Is it the innate nature of people like them to play with the power of controlling countless lives and deaths, which is difficult for many people to understand in their lifetime?
The childish little emperor no longer looked at the counselor, but glanced at the other ministers standing in the hall, rubbed his temples tiredly, and said slowly: "Nangong Mo must try to rescue him, he himself is our
Tang Zang is a rare Taoist genius, and he is loyal to me, Tang Zang, at all costs... If he cannot be rescued from Qingluan Academy, we will exchange him for him!"
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