Drunken Exquisiteness

The lights in the propaganda room were brightly lit, and the servants in front of the hall were changed again, all standing in the shadow of the deep curtain of the Huazhu with low eyebrows, not hearing any noise.

Yan Xi stood quietly on the side of the imperial case with his sleeve robe, and looked up at the melancholy with some sadness.

For a few days in a row, the emperor was discussing with King Zhan every night, followed by this endless memorial, which was about to be seen, and it was time for the early reign. King Cham was given a nine-chapter golden order, and he could enter and leave the palace at any time, but such a night call was rare, and it was a secret call. After a few days, the situation on the court changed again.

Ye Tianling clenched his eyebrows slightly and put down a handbook. This is the manuscript of King Li. In May of this year, King Li and Princess Yin Caiqian of Huayi County set off for Yanliang. Soon after they arrived in Yanliang, they played the book and returned to Beijing together, requesting that King Che’s coffin be settled in northern Xinjiang. Relocation.

After several discussions between Ye Tianling and Qing Chen, they finally allowed him to play the role of the two of them, decree to repair the king's tomb, build a memorial temple, and rename Yanliang to Wu Ying. After relocating more than 30,000 households in nearby counties, expanding the city, Wuying Duhu was added between the original Wuwei Duhu and Beiting Duhu, making it an important town guarding the northwestern frontier.

The emperor died, and King Li was ordered to return to Beijing for the funeral. He just arrived in Yige yesterday. In addition to bringing back Yin Caiqian's memorial request to stay in Wuying, he also attached two manuscripts, one for routine debriefing, and the other naturally for The queen moved to Changxiao Palace.

There were still a bunch of unresolved political affairs in front of him, but Ye Tianling was a little impetuous, stood up and walked in the room for a while, then walked slowly outside the hall. Yan Xi hurriedly followed when he saw it, but saw that he was standing in front of the stairs for more than half an hour, without moving and speaking.

People in the palaces on the left and right know that the emperor has been in a bad mood these days, and he is always careful. Yan Xi and Wei Changzheng on duty in front of the hall looked at each other. Wei Changzheng quietly followed the emperor's gaze and raised his eyes to the northwest corner of Miyagi. Yan Xi weighed it up, then stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the moonlight is pretty good tonight. After watching the break for so long, it is better to walk around and relax."

Ye Tianling had no objection, the moonlight was very good, and she quietly paved one place one day, Qiongdian Yaoge, Yuchi Autumn Water, ethereal like a fairyland. He has something in his heart, he has been walking thoughtfully with his hand in his hand. I don't know how long he has been walking, he suddenly heard Yan Xi whispered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the Changxiao Palace is just ahead."

Ye Tianling paused, and his eyes swept in front of Yan Xi. Yan Xi lowered his head and his heart was up and down, and he didn't dare to let out the atmosphere, but when he raised his head again, he saw that the emperor had already walked to the Changxiao Palace.

The palace night has heavy shadows, the curtain lights are swaying, the long night palace has flat eaves, the garden is quiet, the moon is covered with green jade tiles, and the frost is thousands of miles white.

Baguio was serving the queen to sleep. Just about to turn around and turn off the lantern, he heard a low voice from the account: "Baguio."

Baguio turned around and saw the queen embraced and sat up by the quilt: "Niang, what else is there?"

Qing Chen raised her hand, and took Luo Zhang to stay quiet for a while: "I can't sleep." She got up and went to the tent, Baguio hurriedly put a long dress on her. She looked sideways at the moonlight slanting through the window, the moonlight shining directly into her heart, floating and sinking, a bright like water. She suddenly gathered her clothes, turned and walked outside.

"Mother, where are you going?" Baguio quickly followed. Qing Chen walked faster and faster, the strange feeling in her heart was ready to come out, as if there was something waiting for her in front of her. It's not like the palace of Hanguang Palace. She left the bedroom in a few steps, turned outside, and stepped up the steps.

Baguio followed behind, looked forward, and whispered "Ah".

The garden is clear and radiant, and there are people in front of the independent courtyard. The mysterious clothes are half wet, and the plain clothes are deep and cool. Who is it if it is not the emperor?

In the middle of the sky on the moon, the autumn wind is white and the jade is cold. Qing Chen stood a few steps away from Ye Tianling, swaying the clouds as if carrying Yuehua, the blue silk was half scattered, falling into the wind. Looking at each other, Ye Tianling suddenly strode forward and suddenly raised her hand and hugged her into his arms. Baguio's eyes felt sorrow and grief, and she quietly held her breath and withdrew.

Qing Chen was held tightly by Ye Tianling. He carried the coolness of autumn cold on his body, but a warm breath enveloped her through his clothes. She gently pushed him: "Why are you here? Has the matter been resolved?"

Ye Tianling did not let go of her, only nodded. Since he became the throne, he has never established a concubine. Everyone knows that the queen dominates the harem and is very much loved. There was a controversy in front of Wutai Hall, and even the queen was thrown into the cold palace for this. Who would dare to rebel against the decree and commit dragon scales again? No one dared to say a word about the joint burial of the emperor and queen, and the court was clean.

Qing Chen raised his head in Ye Tianling's arms, "Why are you still depressed?"

Ye Tianling looked at her, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her cheek, for a long time, and sighed deeply: "Qing'er, in this world, I still wronged you after all."

Qing Chen laughed and said, "What are you talking about? Why don't you tell me whether I am doing well in Wutai Hall? Recently, one of your brothers sang with black faces and the other with white faces. Give me a chance too. If you say this, then you build a golden house and hide me. The wind can't blow, the rain can't get it, but it will bore the bad guys!"

Ye Tianling looked up, looked around at the Long Xiao Palace, stared at her again, and whispered: "I just feel like I haven't seen you for many years." He held her hand to his heart, "It's empty here. Yes, I didn’t think about anything black and white, good or bad. My twelfth brother came back yesterday and went to the palace to find me and had a big quarrel. He kept asking me what I was doing, and I only had a bitter smile. Missing him That's right, if I can't even tolerate you, I'll wait to be a lonely man."

The temperature of his heart came from his palm, turning into a warm current. Qing Chen raised her eyebrows lightly: "This twelve, he dared to be like you. For a gentleman like the empress, he doesn't know who this temper is like."

Ye Tianling said: "Fortunately, he still dared. The seventh brother entered the palace every day. He clearly has something to say, but he has to bear it and never mention it. Qing'er, now even you are not willing to argue with me. Now, I want the mother and father to be buried together. You disagree, but you never told me."

Ye Tianzhan was still more experienced than Twelve, and it seemed that he finally understood when she came. Not only that, he may also be avoiding suspicion, whether the emperor's attitude towards Mu Di or the queen, from his standpoint, the more he speaks, the more likely it will be counterproductive. Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that the emperor Ye Tianling was referring to Emperor Mu, and said softly: "I'm not unwilling to tell you, I just feel that there is nothing wrong with what you do. Furthermore, even if everyone in the world says you are wrong, I will be there to support you. Those ministers, we always have a way to make them regress."

Ye Tianling moved slightly, but her eyebrows did not stretch. After the news of the funeral came from Fuming Palace, he decreed to move the Imperial Study Room to Wutai Hall the next day. On the surface, he was indifferent, and all the funerals were like ceremonies, but the feeling in his heart could not even be explained by himself. In his mind, Mu Di's image is so vague, the only thing he can see is the records of some books and volumes in "Forbidden Daily Notes". Asking immortals, indulging in pleasure, ruining national politics, reusing relatives... all these did not leave him any good impressions. On the contrary, the emperor of the past loves to blame and teach, but it is vivid. He even sometimes thought that if the Emperor of Heaven had ascended the throne a few years earlier, perhaps the situation in the Heavenly Dynasty would be much better than it is now.

For funeral ceremonies, facing the high-pitched tablets in the ancestral temple, he seemed to find that the person he called the father for twenty-seven years was of course more like his father than the person who should be his father, so much so He often wondered whether the mother queen and the royal grandmother got the truth of the matter wrong? "In this matter, what do you think the queen would like for her?" He suddenly lowered his head and asked Qing Chen.

Qing Chen thought for a while, and said: "I think the mother has a hatred towards the Emperor, but she is also affectionate, and you and I can see what the Emperor does to the mother. Brother Si, you want your biological parents to be buried together. This is naturally Human nature is natural, but if you are willing to become the queen mother and the emperor, is it not a filial piety?"

Ye Tianling's voice was like this deep and long night, deep and cold: "He is my father-slaying enemy."

"Don't let hate fascinate your heart." Qing Chen said in a low voice, "This is what my mother and queen asked me to tell you a long time ago."

"Mother Queen?" Ye Tianling looked up at Han Ye, "Well, I hate him, so I want to use that method to seize the throne. I make him sick and old, lonely and desolate." There was a hint of revenge in his eyes. , Accompanied by the loneliness alternately down, Sisiqian distressed. He suddenly chuckled: "But when he is dead, I feel sad in my heart. You say, is this not ridiculous?"

Qing Chen hugged him and whispered softly: "It's not ridiculous, the fourth brother, the 27-year-old father and son are worthy of each other, hate him and respect him, you are all real you, why should you be so clearly? .You are the emperor, you are the emperor. In a word, you can kill and kill, and you can raise your hand to honor and disgrace. You can make thousands of people cry and laugh, and your hatred will make him have nothing, but you can also give him a fulfillment. willing."

Ye Tianling leaned over to stare at her, Qing Chen's eyes were clear: "Hate him, perfect him, and cut it off from now on. The previous generation has passed, but we all have a long way to go, should we stop here? Entangled?"

Ye Tianling raised his head and looked at the endless night sky, the bright moon was clear, straight through his heart, like water floating and sinking. Everything suddenly calmed down like that. The knot of heart that had been stuck in his heart for so many years was still difficult to solve. The death of the Emperor of Heaven touched his deep backlog of emotions, but it was like a sharp sword that could be cut above the knot. Yeah, it's time to stop here. The dead are gone, and the living are about to go. They hate the hate and pay it back. How many things are waiting for him to do? Completion requires greater wisdom and courage than hatred.

He suddenly smiled, a little bit self-deprecating, and a little free and easy, and suddenly sighed: "The parents who give birth to me, the ones who know me are clean."

Qing Chen pursed her lips lightly and looked at each other with a smile. The moonlight faintly shone the shadows of the two men, which were projected diagonally on the ground, overlapping silently. Ye Tianling's eyes lit up, suddenly raised his hand to hug Qing Chen, and walked out in a big stride.

Qing Chen was startled and whispered, "What are you doing, where are you going?"

Ye Tianling walked and said, "Go back to the bedroom."

Qing Chen said: "It's only been a few days, you're so good at dressing like this, and you have to sing a play to the end!"

Ye Tianling lowered his head and said, "I won't sing this play anymore. If I can't hold down the ministers for so many days, I might as well abdicate and let the virtuous. Today I read the twelfth brother's plea and pardon you this time, but you look down upon Husband, I will punish you to go back to Hanguang Palace..."

"Who will go back to Hanguang Palace with you, I will go to Qinghua Station..." Qing Chen climbed his neck, the voice fell, and the moonlight drifted away and faded like a dream, gradually lightening away.

"Notes on Daily Life in the Prohibition", Volume 7, Chapter 46, starting from Tiandufan 112 days.

...... After the emperor, Emperor Yu moved to the Changxiao Palace, heavily claustrophobic, and no one in the palace was near. The king of Li strived to be in front of the imperial court, and the middle book ordered Feng Yan to list three chapters in the table. The emperor feels that he will return to Hanguang Palace and regain Enjia.

In December, moved to Hehui the Empress Dowager, accompanied by the Emperor of Heaven, and buried the Dongling Tomb together.