The autumn wind is bleak and the night is deserted.
Wang Jiangong walked down the quiet street in despair. When he looked up, he saw darkness in his eyes.
The cold wind is blowing the trees. Wang Jianfei really wants to jump in and listen to how soul-stirring this song is.
After reaching the river embankment, Wang Jianfei closed his eyes, flicked his legs, and jumped into the river.
Just when he was thinking about how to listen to this exciting song, suddenly, his body was pulled back as if it was loaded with something important.
When he opened his eyes, he only saw a black shadow flying in front of him, and then everything disappeared.
"Oh, are they the lonely ghosts who died unjustly in the Yellow River?" Wang Jianfei smiled stupidly, "Well, since you are so lonely, I will come to accompany you!"
Wang Jianfei laughed and walked towards the river embankment again. However, as soon as he took a step, he suddenly saw a white cloth hanging on a tree not far from his feet.
Soul-attracting flag? Wang Jianfei walked blankly towards this dead tree with all its leaves. He took off the cloth and took a look at it blankly.
At this glance, Wang Jianfei's body trembled violently, and his life-gray eyes suddenly burst out with a stunning brilliance.
There are eight words in total on the banner, which are very brief: Your Majesty is furious, Jiangning is settled.
Wang Jianfei held the piece of cloth with trembling hands and stared blankly at the eight words on the piece of paper. Unknowingly, tears streamed down his face.
During the Double Ninth Festival, Lu Heng and Liu Qingqing went to the Purple Mountain outside the city along with the people in Jiangning who went out for autumn climbing. They also tasted this quilt while the literati and poets were reciting poems.
A festival that has been chanted by the ancients.
In this era, the Double Ninth Festival is a big festival. Unlike later generations, people have almost forgotten this festival.
Folks have the custom of climbing on this day, so the Double Ninth Festival is also called the "Climbing Festival". There are also other sayings such as the Double Ninth Festival, the Dogwood Festival, and the Chrysanthemum Festival. Since the homophone of "Nine Nine" on the ninth day of September is "Jiujiu", it means long-lasting.
, so it is often used to worship ancestors and carry out activities of respecting the elderly on this day. The Double Ninth Festival, Chu, Qing Dynasty and Yu Festival are also the four major festivals for ancestor worship in traditional Chinese festivals.
After climbing, it is time to worship the ancestors.
After finishing a series of things, it has been more than ten days.
When she was resting, Liu Qingqing would often tease Lu Heng about the things she encountered on Purple Mountain, which made Lu Heng depressed.
I thought to myself, I didn’t mean it. Who knew things would turn out like that.
It was supposed that during the Double Ninth Festival, my uncle and my sister-in-law went to Purple Mountain to visit. The autumn scenery on Purple Mountain was pleasant and the cool breeze was blowing. Talented scholars could be seen everywhere on the mountain, and some figures like Su Zhengwen were also among them.
After Su Zhengwen saw Lu Heng and Liu Qingqing, he invited a group of people to come over to start a fight. He said he wanted to make friends through literature or something, but everyone knew that this man was a drunkard who didn't care about drinking.
His mean attitude and Liu Qingqing's unabashed lust clearly showed what he was thinking at that time.
At that time, Lu Heng just glanced at him indifferently and sighed with helplessness, sympathy and regret.
The sigh this time was different from the last time. Last time it was just to warn the other party, but this time, it was really sad for him and his family's future situation.
A month ago, Li Er told himself that Wang Tingzhi had sent the secret message to the capital. According to inference, the Wang family's matter should have been finalized by now. I believe that news will reach Jiangning soon.
As for the weight of this news, Lu Heng had a vague feeling in his heart that Jiang Ning might start a bloody storm because of it.
By then, maybe the Su family and the Liu family will end badly.
Hey, I didn’t want to do this originally.
It's just that if you do evil by God, you can still forgive it, but if you do evil by yourself, you can't live.
Everyone could have been in peace, but why did they have to be like this!
Seeing Su Zhengwen's provocation, Lu Heng just looked at him indifferently, shook his head slightly, sighed, and pulled Liu Qingqing away from there.
But Su Zhengwen behind him had a livid face.
He looked at the backs of the man and woman walking in front of him, clenching his teeth and his eyes full of resentment.
At that time, Liu Qingqing naturally regarded Lu Heng's expression as a continuation of the last poetry meeting. Seeing Su Zhengwen's deathly sad look, she snickered in her heart, but she said: "Uncle is so bad!"
However, after saying this, she lowered her head and pursed her lips to snicker.
At this time, Lu Heng would always spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face.
Seeing Lu Heng acting like this, Liu Qingqing laughed even harder.
In the past few days, the situation outside the palace has become even worse. It seems that everyone has lost their support and is in despair. However, only after entering the palace do you realize that what people outside see is all an illusion.
The palace is no longer as desolate as before. Now, under Miss Wang's planning, the palace has returned to its original appearance.
Wang Tingzhi also had a faint smile on her face. She would walk around the house every day and visit the servants and maids. Occasionally, she could be heard singing the song "May you always bloom a flower", her voice was like
The singing of orioles and green willows is very pleasant to the ear.
Just yesterday, she received a reply from her eldest brother. The content of the reply was equally simple, with only eight words in total: Your Majesty is furious, and Jiang Ning is settled.
After reading this letter, Wang Tingzhi's hanging heart finally fell.
Is it finally over?
Wang Tingzhi stood in the back garden, looking at the bleak autumn scenery in the garden, holding a dry petal in her hand and murmuring softly.
It’s been so long, I’m really tired! When this thing is over and my second brother comes back, I can rest and be lazy again. Hehe!
Manager Fang stood quietly behind Wang Tingzhi as if nothing had happened, closing his eyes to rest.
Manager Fang actually felt very relaxed, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. He had been in the palace for more than thirty years. When Mr. Wang was alive, he accompanied Mr. Wang on the streets and alleys every day, enjoying himself.
Now that Mr. Wang has passed away, he has been entrusted by Mr. Wang and has taken on most of the affairs of the Wang family.
After decades, he has almost forgotten his identity. He has regarded himself as a member of the Wang family.
Seeing the Wang family being plotted and the Second Young Master suffering, he was more anxious than anyone else, but he was anxious, but he had no idea what to do.
Fortunately, Lu Yongzheng fell from the sky. Moreover, he happened to fall into the palace.
Could this man really be a god?
Thinking of this masterpiece, The Book of Willows, Manager Fang began to admire the scholar even more.
"Uncle Fang, do you know anything about the author of Zheliu Ji?" Wang Tingzhi turned around and asked with a soft smile.
"Oh, not yet. This person's dragon has never been seen. There is no clue at all!" Due to the tacit agreement with Lu Heng, Manager Fang lied in front of this young lady for the first time, and he did not blink.
Not jumping.
After hearing Manager Fang's answer, Wang Tingzhi sighed with regret and said softly: "It's such a pity. Tingzhi wanted to thank her properly!"
Manager Fang chuckled, touched his bald chin, and after a decent analysis, said: "In my opinion, this person doesn't want to show up, because he is actually afraid of trouble. Miss, I think we'd better not look for him.
Come on. If you offend this master, things will be in trouble!"
After Wang Tingzhi heard this, she frowned. Then she smiled and said, "What Uncle Fang said is scary, but let's look for it. Tingzhi always felt that this person seemed not far away from us. He seemed to be here."
It’s around!”
Manager Fang was stunned.
The lady has such a smart mind!
He turned his head with a strange expression and glanced in the direction of the west wing. He thought silently, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, if one day the young lady guesses it’s you, don’t blame me! This is none of my business.
Thing! Amitabha! Lord Buddha bless you!
Naturally, Lu Heng could not hear the spell created by Manager Fang. At this time, he was drinking tea and chatting with Wu Ningyuan in Wuyi Alley and Prince Ning's Mansion.
"I've invited some old friends to go to Chibi. Would Yongzheng be interested in going with us?" Wu Ningyuan asked with a smile while sipping tea in the small pavilion in the bamboo forest.
"Who is going?" Lu Heng has been idle these two days, so it would be nice to go out and walk around.
Anyway, the affairs of the palace have been settled. There is no need for me to stay here. Moreover, the most important thing is that Liu Qingqing’s natal family and the Liu family may be completely defeated because of this, or even end up like what I said before.
The situation of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan.
It is naturally not good for Liu Qingqing to see these things with her own eyes. Even though Liu Mansion is no longer in her heart, things in the world are not that easy. It is easy to forget them. It is better to go out for a trip.
Circle. After returning, the overall situation has been decided.
"Haha, they are all my family members, as well as the family members of my old friends. Hehe, by the way, I have a friend, her daughter, who is just eighteen years old and has a beautiful appearance. I know you are still unmarried.
Come on, hehe, this is an excellent opportunity!" Wu Ningyuan winked at Lu Heng disrespectfully, with a lewd smile on his face.