Drunken Exquisiteness

During the three days of Lintai's discussion, the daily routine meeting was suspended. Emperor Hao drove to Lintai, and King Zhan led hundreds of officials to attend the meeting.

Bells and drums are Qinqin, Shao Le is flourishing, famous scholars and scholars gather together, Hongru and talents are like clouds. Thousands of people are advancing and retreating like a ritual under the guidance of the officials of Honghe Temple, and each expresses their own opinions.

The king of Cham spoke up on the behalf of hundreds of officials, cleverly guided and pointed the latitude and longitude. Emperor Hao seeks a vacant position, both kindness and power. The conflict that was originally quite gunpowder-like, under such a secret lead, has become an unprecedented conference of open speeches and wide-ranging advice since the founding of the empire.

After three days of discussion, the words of each family bloomed, and many talented scholars came to the fore. They were immediately reused and caused quite a stir among the scholars.

Qing Lu Qian from Hongtong Temple made "Lintai Fu" on the spot to record this event. Huafu articles are handed down from paper and pen, and the emperor is Weimu and Weilie Quartet.

In the spring of the second year of Emperor Yao, Hao Emperor officially issued an edict to revise the scientific examination routine system. According to the needs of the six departments of the central center, six subjects were opened to obtain official positions, and the waste paper examination question system was limited.

In the same month, the edict ordered the world to recruit talented people and allowed people of insight from foreign races to enter the dynasty as officials.

From then on, the sky was in full bloom, and it became more intimate with the four realms. While many vain and greedy ministers were eliminated because of a deficit, a large number of young and promising ministers injected fresh blood into the center, and the atmosphere on the court took a new look. .

In the midsummer of July, King Zhan's birthday, in addition to the routine and generous rewards in the palace, there is also an extra volume of royal pens than in previous years.

Ye Tianzhan read the book at Yanbo's Shuangzhai exhibition, and on it is the emperor's powerful handwriting-brothers are united, and its profit is broken.

Looking up, the wind is clear on Xianyu Lake, and the sky is full of green lotus.

It was the autumn of the year when Wei Zongping, the prime minister of three dynasties, was convicted of corruption and imprisoned, and his family members were all implicated. Overnight, the Wei family, one of the four great clans, collapsed. In the past, the Zhumen Painting Hall, but now only the yellow leaves and withered grass, the autumn wind rustles.

The torture prison of Dali Temple had long corridors and dimly lit lights. After the heavy prison fences could barely be seen, Wei Zongping's prison uniforms were distributed, describing the frustrations, and there was no more power and officials.

A sound of footsteps stopped in front of the cell from far to near. With the clatter of the iron lock, the prisoner who led the way bowed down in favor and said to the person in front of him: "Fengxiang, please."

Feng Yan walked into the cell with his hands in the jade belt, looked up and down, with a smile on his face: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how about Wei Xiang's coming?"

The old enemy for many years, Feng Yan's pride is beyond words in the world in front of him. Wei Zongping raised his eyes, without a fierce reaction, but sneered: "There is a concern for Lao Fengxiang. In an ominous prison, I dare to ask Fengxiang for what he has done for coming here?"

Feng Yan smiled and said, "I have been working with colleagues for so many years. The old man should come and see. Besides, I just got a piece of news, and I specifically came to tell the Guardian."

Wei Zongping said: "I don't know what the **** is going to work?"

Feng Yan said: "Today, the imperial palace has a decree, and Princess Cham has fornicated the palace, doing a lot of unreasonable things, deposed as a commoner, and sent Qianmian Temple as a nun. King Cham's decree to abolish the concubine is very simple!"

The corners of Wei Zongping's eyes jumped with blue veins, the last hope of the Wei family was shattered, and the chance of turning over in the future was completely lost. Over the past few days, he has repeatedly pondered this extinction in his heart, and suddenly figured out a terrible thing at this time-King Zhan apparently not only knew the real reason for the death of Queen Yin, but also he had been with Hao Di joined hands.

This thought made Wei Zongping stunned on the spot. Feng Yan admired every trace of Wei Zongping's expression in a victorious posture, very comfortable. Unexpectedly, Wei Zongping suddenly saw him raising his head and laughing, his gray beard trembled, and Feng Yan smiled slightly annoyed: "What are you laughing at!"

Wei Zongping finally stopped laughing, and there was a sudden brilliance in the originally dark eyes, as if he was still the minister of Zaifu who had resisted him in the past: "I laugh at you. Feng Yan, Feng Yan, we two I have been fighting for more than 30 years, and no one can have much advantage. You and I know in my heart, do you think I really lost in your hands?"

Feng Yan's sleeve robe flicked: "You are defeated, and you dare to speak up. Now you are a prisoner of the order, what else can you say?"

Wei Zongping said: "Don't forget, this world is ultimately the surname Ye. Dare to ask Fengxiang and the emperor, are they close to the emperor and the emperor's brotherhood? The century-old gentry's scenery is about to end, and today is a Wei family. Tomorrow will be the Feng's house, but I will go ahead and wait for Feng Xiang."

Feng Yan seemed to have heard something extremely funny: "The emperor and the king? Haha, it seems that you are really confused. After the Wei family, it is the Yin family and the Jin family. Anyone who opposes my Feng family will end up like this sooner or later. Even King Cham is the same."

Wei Zongping squinted his eyes to look at Feng Yan. Under the half-bright and half-dark shadows, the complacency and power in his hands after sweeping away his opponents clearly wrote on Feng Yan's face that he was invincible, and replaced it with the peak of the Feng family thirty years ago. At that time, Wei Zongping had never seen Feng Yan's expression.

A wise life, a moment of confusion! Wei Zongping's lips were filled with an unknown smile. Feng Yan obviously underestimated Emperor Hao, just as he underestimated King Zhan from beginning to end. He couldn't imagine what the strength of these two people together was. Presumably, even without Empress Yin, the Wei family could not escape today's ending, and the Feng family would be no exception. But now he is happy to pretend to be confused. While his opponent admires his defeat, he is also satisfied to watch his opponent gradually move towards the same ending.

The autumn night is quiet, white dew is light and cold, and under the palace lantern with flowing light, Qingchen is half-stranded with green silk, holding it with his hand, looking at the few strings of crystal spirit stones in front of him.

Seven-color tourmaline, ice blue crystal, moonflower stone, amethyst stone, blood linglong, ghost stone, golden phoenix stone, she also put that string of obsidian into it, and sighed softly. In the blink of an eye, how many years have passed, this string of spirit stones seems to wear the bits and pieces that she has experienced here. Although the joys and sorrows are not the same, they have no meaning to her, such as the string of ice blue crystals, such as that String of ghost stones. There seemed to be traces of memory deposited in the spirit stone. When she touched it, she would think of some people, a smile, or a joke, the meeting that spanned a thousand years, or parting.

Who are they after the third life? Who were they before the third life? In the reincarnation, the intersection between her and their lives is deep and shallow, circulating endlessly, not knowing when it started or where it ended.

She felt a little bit painful in her heart. She didn't like the feeling of weakness, but she was used to it. Used to being Feng Qingchen and being his wife, if he can really accompany him for the rest of his life, then this life will not be in vain, and he must be willing.

Being in a trance alone, her shoulders warmed, Ye Tianling didn't know when she returned to the bedroom, and surrounded her from behind: "What are you thinking, I don't even know when I come in?"

Qing Chen looked up at him: "I miss you."

Ye Tianling asked: "What do you miss me?"

Qing Chen said: "Nothing, just miss you."

Ye Tianling smiled faintly and said, "I said why I couldn't calm down just now, it turned out that you were the one responsible."

Qing Chen smiled softly: "It's me, how?"

Ye Tianling raised her eyebrows, smiled and turned her around. At this time, Baguio gave a report, and the maids brought in the medicine that the queen should use every day as usual. Jinpan Yuzhan, the medicinal fragrance gradually dissipated into the room, covering the breath of the breeze in the autumn night and the peaceful fragrance of the temple, and inexplicably a trace of sadness was in Qing Chen's heart.

She stared at the medicine cup for a while, drank the medicine slowly, and frowned slightly. After the maids had withdrawn, Ye Tianling saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time and asked, "Why are you suddenly frowning?"

Qing Chen lowered his eyes and said, "I won't drink this medicine anymore."

Ye Tianling said: "Why?"

Qing Chen said: "It's no use drinking it, I won't drink it anymore."

Ye Tianling's originally smiling eyes were slightly stagnant, but she said warmly: "Who said it's useless, your complexion has improved a lot recently." He sat next to her, raised his hand to her shoulders, and her thin body was behind her clothes. With a full grip, it was even thinner than before.

Qing Chen didn't look at him, and repeated some willfulness: "I'm not drinking anymore."

Ye Tianling was silent for a moment, and then smiled again: "Okay, you don't want to drink it." The dim light of candlelight reflected in his eyes, light and soft, but a touch of silence gradually settled in the depth.

"Fourth brother." After a while, Qing Chen called him, but he didn't seem to hear, "Fourth brother?"

"Oh!" Ye Tianling seemed to be awakened suddenly from a certain thought, and agreed.

Qing Chen said softly: "In this medicine, musk is always used."

Ye Tianling was puzzled, and asked with his eyes. Qing Chen said softly in his ear, and his face was stunned. "That can't stop the medicine," he whispered.

"It's okay to stop." Qing Chen said, "It's a three-point medicine, and it's not good to use it more. Fourth brother, I have a sense of measure."

Under the faint light and shadow of the Yuzhi Palace Lantern, Ye Tian Ling's eyes were deep, staring at her, then nodded, and said: "I just said it, all depends on you."

The clock is late, Geng Geng Xinghe, the night is already three.

In the quiet bedroom, silver candles shone low, painted screens were dim, dragon couches and phoenix quilts, bright yellow silk tents hanging down, silent everywhere.

Qing Chen had already fallen asleep on Ye Tianling's shoulders, but Ye Tianling was sleepless, staring at the top of the tent alone.

After the thin gleam of the night, Qing Chen's face was extremely pale, as if a trace of the moon before dawn, gradually disappearing in the background of the sky, weak and pale. She just said capriciously that she didn't want to take any more medicine. He would never agree, but the moment she touched her eyes, he suddenly changed his mind. It doesn't matter if she's been together for one year, ten years, or a hundred years, he will accompany her wherever she goes. As long as she feels happy, he doesn't care much about other things. It doesn't matter whether she lives or die.

He smiled faintly, closed his eyes and rested, half asleep and half awake heard the sudden noisy footsteps outside, but for a moment, he heard Yan Xi whispered outside the account: "Your Majesty."

Qing Chen has always slept lightly at night, and was so alarmed that he had already woke up, Ye Tianling turned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yan Xi's voice sounded through the curtain, a bit remote and erratic: "The person from Fuming Palace just reported that the Emperor...I am afraid it will not be done."

The hanging curtain was suddenly lifted, Yan Xi lowered his head and saw a corner of the snow-colored single clothes passing in front of him. The dark pattern of the flying dragon flashed under the gilt lamp, and fell back to the backlit low shadow in front of the couch, the emperor. Sit up suddenly.

However, there was no more movement. Yan Xi waited for a while and raised his eyes: "Your Majesty?"

"I know." With just these three words, what Yan Xi saw was a cold and calm face, as if it was deeper at night and the autumn wind was heavy.

In the autumn of the second year of Emperor Yao, the Supreme Emperor collapsed in Fuming Palace.

The autumn rain has become a curtain, and it has been all day long. The rain was rushing, washed over the green tiles and blue eaves, dripping down like a stream, pouring down along the carved auspicious patterns on the jade Qiong steps, and a precarious rain color between the sky and the earth, the red wall and the golden palace, faintly visible.

In the huge Fuming Palace, even the sound of rain gradually dimmed. Sun Shi bowed his head and walked through the long winding corridor. The black robe of Xuanyi was like a deep and dark garden at the bottom of the sky. It was not in the misty rain and could not be seen. The end.

The side hall is deep and deep, turning into the palace lanterns, the rain is like fog. Behind the dark blue and ink curtain, a faint shadow of a person makes an appointment. Baguio, who led the way, whispered a report and then withdrew from the hall. Sun Shi leaned over and knelt down with some difficulty.

The curtain flicked, the jade ring made a soft sound, and a wide sleeve of pale ink came down in front of him, signalling him to abandon the ceremony, and a quiet magnolia fragrance floated down, like the breath of autumn rain.

Seeing Sun Shi's pale hair and slow movements, Qing Chen felt mixed. But in a few years, in a blink of an eye, birth, old age, sickness and death, each has its own way of returning. People go to the lamp to turn off, and I don’t know what the situation is when they meet again in Huangquan for nine days. Can the love and hatred of that generation have an end?

"For so many days guarding the Supreme Emperor, I have worked hard for you."

Sun Shi lowered his eyes: "Serving the emperor is an old slave's business."

Qing Chen sighed lightly: "You have been with the emperor for more than 30 years, and you have never missed any part of it. The emperor and I are reciting your loyalty. Now that you are too emperor, you are getting older. It's time to take a break. "She turned around, took the Yuhu sake from before the Feng case, and slowly poured a glass. The color of the wine is icy, and the lines swirling in the jasper cup, the blue color gradually thickens, and it settles into a gloomy calm.

The sound of deep and shallow rain came through the curtain and light shadow, sinking heavy dampness in the temple. This ending was settled the moment Ling Wang entered the Qinghe Temple. Sun Shi did not have any fear, bent over to take the wine, and prostrated again: "Old slave thanks the emperor for grace."

"Grandpa Sun," Qing Chen said quietly when he held the wine cup to his lips, "After drinking this wine, someone will send you out of the palace. From now on, you will forget the Taisho palace, and you will also Forget it."

Sun Shi shook his hand, and a shock suddenly appeared on his deadly face: "Manny..."

"The wine was given by the emperor, and I gave you the place to go. From now on, you can do it for yourself."

Sun Shi put the wine cup down, and looked up, only to see a pair of calm eyes, misty and far-reaching, his hands were already trembling slightly: "The old slave has lived in the Taisho Palace for most of his life, and everyone who deserves to live has lived. In the abandoned hall, the empress has been taking care of her in many ways. The old slave has been grateful for a long time. Why bother to violate the meaning of the emperor for the sake of the old slave. How can the old slave bear it?"

Qing Chen smiled faintly: "You don't have to worry about me and the emperor. I can get married with the emperor, and you did a lot of effort back then, and I haven't forgotten it. Since most of my life is spent in the palace, I will change places in the future. Be safe and secure, and go in some quiet days. It is because I thank you for your fulfillment."

The tears in Sun Shi’s eyes were uncontrollable, and the words choked up for a while: “Thank you Niang Niang for her kindness. The old slave is in a dying year, and there is nothing left to work for the Niang, but there is something the Niang may need later.” Set out to take out a golden silk kit from his arms and present it to Qing Chen.

Qing Chen was puzzled, took it and opened it, and inside it was sealed with a Zhu Mo imperial decree, and on it was the golden seal of the Emperor's Dragon Seal.

She has read the content, and the whole body is getting chilly. This is a secret decree to control the emperor's power. If the Emperor Hao's behavior is bad, it can be abolished by this. The above date is consistent with the edict of the emperor, and it must be written on the same day. She suppressed the shock in her heart, and slowly raised her eyes: "This is the handwritten script of the Supreme Emperor? If there is no today, what are you going to do?"

Sun Shi said in a daze: "After the death of the noble concubine, the emperor knew that he was not long in the world, and put all his life's wishes on the emperor, but after all, the emperor has half the blood of the Rouran clan, and the emperor could not ignore it. Two edicts were left. Not to hide from the mother, the emperor was unrelenting to the Supreme Emperor. The old slave once thought of trying to give the edict to King Zhan, but the Supreme Emperor never agreed. The empress knew that although the emperor had difficulty in speaking, he knew in his heart. He knew the old slave until his death. The Supreme Emperor was always thinking of the imperial concubine and empress, now it’s fine, the imperial concubine can finally see the imperial concubine again. Now, this edict has no meaning to the old slave. Please take it to the mother. The old slave said something that shouldn't be said, the impermanence of the royal palace, the impermanence of grace, or when the mother can use it."

Qing Chen put the edict away, put it back in the kit, and walked down the case step slowly towards the quiet burning candle nearby.

The glazed golden lantern pulled out a slender shadow on the bluestone floor. With her back to Sun Shi, her delicate fingers held the kit against the fireworks.

A burst of bright flames rushed up, and Sun Shi saw the flaming pouch falling to his feet along the twirling palace dress. The momentary brightness drew a pale golden light and shadow on the corner of the queen's Luo Changyun belt. Arashi-like color.

"Manny!"

Qing Chen watched the secret decree gradually turn into ashes, turned around quietly, and smiled lightly: "I don't need this."