Drunken Exquisiteness

It is early morning when the bustling is gone.

The light and shadow fall, and the mist on the screen of the flowing clouds revolves, picking up the misty mist like a thin haze, condensed and lingering.

Qing Chen gently gathered the brocade for Ye Tianling and lowered the curtain. He explained some things carefully, and finally fell asleep very tired, holding her hand while sleeping, breathing smoothly and looking peaceful.

Qing Chen leaned on his side, seeing him occasionally frowning slightly, as if still enduring physical discomfort. At this time, he faded away from fierceness and determination, like a quiet deep ocean, still giving her endless strength.

With a weak smile, he just listened to her how to learn from his handwriting to wear memorials, how to use dragon symbols to dispatch troops, how to make a desperate move, and lay the net that day. The treacherous wind and cloud became invisible in her low and steady voice. Before tonight, every step she made was like an abyss. If he can't wake up, then she will be defeated anyway. Now with him behind, she can act unscrupulously, even if she is not afraid of subverting the world.

Youshen's eyes gradually rose to the dawn-like coolness, and Qing Chen cast her gaze on the hazy top of the tent. Although she was deeply tired, she could not fall asleep. His thoughts were all about the battle in the East China Sea. At this time, the final decisive battle may have started on the East China Sea, and there is no new report, so I still dare not let up. All kinds of affairs in her heart are complicated, and finally returned to Ye Tianzhan's handsome figure.

At this moment, she will truly fulfill her promise to him. But I don't know him, can I believe her?

All winning or losing is now determined by his attitude, and she is waiting for his final decision.

Turning to see a figure stopped outside the screen, it seemed to be Mrs. Bai, Qing Chen slowly withdrew his hand from Ye Tianling's fingers, stepped quietly down the dragon bed, turned out of the screen and asked softly: "What's the matter?"

Mrs. Bai said, "The Feng family sent people into the palace last night."

Qing Chenfeng lifted her eyes slightly, nodded slightly, raised her hand to signal Madam Bai not to disturb the emperor: "Bring them to see me."

The sky is low and far away, the rain is overcast, and in the deep and shallow thick rain, the palaces and pavilions are blurred.

It rained like curtains on the low eaves of the green tiles, Qiongjie was slightly cool, and Zhulan was half wet. The purple bamboo quiet corridor zigzags by the imperial pond, the sound of raindrops, a pond of green moss floating and sinking, the blue color is dense.

Across the promenade, a few women with beautiful brows followed Mrs. Bai into the inner hall, and they walked deeper and deeper along the silent hallway, smelling the fragrance and dimming, and finally came outside a bead curtain. A few women stood below with their heads down, and they saw ice crystal-like light and shadow on the auspicious cloud jade bricks in front of them. Afterwards, the mulan gauze draped silently, and there was a faint figure reclining on the couch. Go up, close your eyes to rest, and a bright yellow memorial hangs down your hand.

Seeing that the queen seemed to be asleep, Mrs. Bai couldn't bear to be disturbed, so she ordered a few people to kneel by her side, and softly stepped forward to pick up the memorial that had fallen on the bed. But with this slight sound, the queen has already woke up, and Mrs. Bai handed over the memorial, and whispered: "Niang, the man has brought it, and two of them have bodies."

Qing Chen stopped his eyes on the memorial, put his hand on his forehead, was quiet for a while, raised his eyes and looked down. The four women in front of them were all under the age of seventeen or eighteen, with green temples and slender waists, good looks, low eyebrows and closed eyes, knelt in front of them, all of them looked lovely and beautiful.

She frowned slightly and raised her finger at one of the women: "Let her come over."

Mrs. Bai pulled the silk curtain in front of the couch into the silver hook, led the woman to step forward, and ordered her to lay her hands flat.

The woman knelt on the gold-inlaid pedals, only to feel that if there was a bitter medicinal fragrance on her face for a while, the queen's fingers had caught her veins. After a while, she suddenly felt a tightness on her wrist, cold jade-like cold across her skin, and the sleeves in front of her eyes were flicked heavily. The queen had loosened her wrist: "Who has been served?"

The voice of cold water was in front of her eyes, the woman was flustered, and she looked forward subconsciously, and a clear and sharp gaze fell straight in front of her, as if she could see through the human flesh and blood. She hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to hide it, and replied timidly: "Hui Niangniang, it's... it's... the second son." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito and her face was blushing.

The queen's phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and a gleam of clear light swayed through the bead curtain to other people: "What about you?"

The women were all anxious to answer, only one voice sounded anxiously: "Fengxiang..."

Qing Chen's heart suddenly felt disgust, and she could not help but bit her silver teeth. It's a good trick to steal the dragon and turn the phoenix into the phoenix. Obviously, the Feng family had planned for a long time. Once the poison of Aphrodite is deeply planted, it will harm the body, destroy the will, and disturb the spirit. If it goes on for a long time, the person who consumes it is almost like a waste. Feng Yan bought the imperial doctor's order to control the emperor with drugs and poisons, and then sent such a woman into the palace. Once successful, the ancestors changed their surnames, the day changed, and the foundation for nearly a hundred years was destroyed and fell into the palm of others.

Feng Yan has acted insidiously so far, and so boldly, it is indeed unexpected. It's just that if we want to eradicate this disaster, I have to worry about the power of the 16 states in the Feng family's hands. If you easily act and force the Feng family to oppose the Feng family, half of the world will be in turmoil, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Little intolerance leads to chaos, Qing Chen took a deep breath and slowly recovered his calm. Feng Yan didn't even think that the sickly queen, the daughter of the protagonist of the Feng family, had actually made an incredible move at this time, and that pair of slender hands had quietly messed up the chessboard.

There is a different kind of soul in the body with the blood of the Feng family, and Feng Qingchen in front of him can make the Feng family step up to the pinnacle of glory, and then fall into the **** that cannot be recovered. What family, what blood, what relatives, what support? With the vastness of the world and the long years, she has only one family member. Friends with him are her friends, and enemies with him are her enemies, no one is exception.

Qing Chen got up and stepped down to the couch, walked slowly to the front of the case, dropped the memorial, lowered his eyes and raised his hand, writing and writing. The bright red vermilion ink draws a thick turn, bleeds into the snow silk-like paper, soaks the back of the paper. Qing Chen put down the pen and raised his hand: "Take them down and give medicine."

A sheet of snow, two prescriptions; a stroke of heavy ink, two lives.

The frightened expressions of several women turned into pity in Qing Chen's eyes, but there was no end to the cold.

The last bit of crying faintly disappeared in her ears, Qing Chen silently stood beside the case, wrinkled her slender eyebrows, slowly raised her hand to caress her heart, and her white jade face lost its color.

There are so many emotions in the world that have no choice, how many helpless ones, knowing that it is a heart-wrenching pain that still has to be imposed on others, knowing that it is an innocent involvement but cannot be merciful. This is the path that she and him chose, the supreme power in the world, looking at the universe, all living beings bow their heads, the emperor's brilliant career has been passed down through the ages. In the shadow of conspiracy and trickery, hold up the prosperous romance, in the destruction of the iron and blood battle, Jing'an four regions and mountains and rivers.

Stepping on the corpse mountain of the sea of ​​blood, pointing the country for thousands of miles, he and her walked hand in hand all the way, the peak reached the peak, where the peak was the end of the road.

On the top of the lonely mountain, there are thousands of mountains and boundless mountains, and the road to the end, what is it?

Qing Chen stood there with her eyes closed, and after a while, the throbbing pain from her heart eased slightly, turned and lowered her head, and reopened the memorial. The arrogant handwriting on the memorial was reflected in her quiet eyes, and a series of famous officials and nobles met end to end, all of which were drawn up for the Feng family.

An indifferent smile floated at the corner of her lips, silent and invisible, and the pen was perfect, and a vermilion "quasi" word fell on the paper, **** and sharp.

In the spring of the seventh year of Emperor Yao, the Tiandu Yige was always shrouded in continuous rain, light and cold.

For the officials of the celestial dynasty, this is undoubtedly a period of blindness.

At the beginning of May, Emperor Hao suffered a serious illness and was unable to see the court, so he used the queen to assist in the court affairs. From then on, both internal and external orders came from the central palace, Taishi Fengyan controlled the government, and the Feng family monopolized the power, and the power prevailed all over the world.

However, within a few days, there were only five people in Feng's family who were named marquee, and the rest were promoted and promoted countless, and pro-party people were all over the ruling and opposition parties. Feng Yan ruled out dissidents and fostered private parties. The Yin family, which had always been opposed to the Feng family, was the first to bear the brunt. As a veteran of Zaifu, the prisoner Yin is being dismissed from office on the charge of "dismissing the crown prince". If it weren't for the queen to pray for the emperor and do not want to kill, the prisoner was afraid that his life would be unsafe. Like the Wei family back then, almost overnight, the clan Yin family turned from prosperous to declining, and fell into depression.

The Jade Horse Hall in the Golden Tower of Zhumen, the wall fell and the building was empty.

Since then, the ministers of the DPRK and China have been squeezed out but those who criticized them have been excluded. Feng Yan is arrogant in power and disorderly politics, acting arbitrarily, and being frightened by his lewd might, anger can't speak, everyone looks sideways.

Since the founding of the Kingdom of Heaven, the desolation and chaos of the gentry has reached its extreme. The government is almost made by bribery inside and outside the government, officials are awarded with bribes, and the titles of celebrities are graceful. The arrogant and extravagant officials of the public officials have made many people of insight sigh and cry out!

The courtiers wanted to face the saint but couldn't, and soon the palace ordered that the Queen of Jin be the queen, and the curtain of the Taiji Hall listened to the government. Hundreds of bureaucrats, officials and envoys of the Kingdom of the Kingdom congratulated Tianhou on Sutianmen. The emperor and empress are respected, and they have not been seen since ancient times. When the officials were shocked, no one dared to say anything.

Behind the bead curtain in front of the Tai Chi Hall, a pair of sober to cold eyes watched the day's boiling water quietly. The arrogance of the gentry has made everyone in the world resent, and even if there is a huge wave of blood washing the door, it will be poured by the rain and the rain, which will be welcomed by everyone.