Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The front of the city gate was bustling and crowded.

It was a warm spring breeze, and there was an endless stream of BMW scented cars going out of the city to enjoy the scenery.

Along the long road, the convoy of merchants waiting to enter the city lined up in a winding line with twists and turns, with no end in sight.

A prosperous scene of peace and prosperity.

When Wei Guogong Li Zhongqian's car drove into the imperial city, the people on the side of the road recognized the Xie family's flag, stopped their carts and horses, and gave up the road. The people couldn't help but stop and wait and see.

The guards with knives riding back and forth on the carriage were all dressed in linen and filial piety, dressed in mourning clothes, and looked grim.

They are in mourning for Princess Wen Zhao.

The people whispered to each other and whispered: I heard that Duke Wei Guo was badly injured, and his martial arts was exhausted, and he would never be able to go to the battlefield again. The only sister who died outside the Great Wall was really pitiful!

During the discussion, the carriage curtains could not move, and they were hanging down. The second prince, who liked to ride a high-headed steed into the city every time he triumphed, seemed ashamed to meet people and didn't show up from beginning to end.

The people watched the carriage go away, recalling the second prince who was so energetic and heroic. They looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.

The news soon reached the Tai Chi Palace, and the **** entered the hall to report.

Li De frowned and said, "Let Qianniuwei look at him."

The **** should have ordered Qianniuwei, but Qianniuwei was caught off guard, and hurriedly summoned his staff and hurriedly ran out of the inner city to greet him.

An hour later, hundreds of guards, guards, guards, guards, guards, guards in front of the gate of Weiguo Gong’s mansion were standing in front of the guards. The knives were shining in the door, and guards were ambushed everywhere from the long street to the square. .

Zheng Jing and Xue Wu hurriedly responded to the call and waited at the gate of the mansion.

The young man who used to chase the seventh princesses with horses in the past is now an official in the same dynasty, all wearing a green round-neck official gown.

Xue Wu looked nervous and kept wiping sweat.

Zheng Jing glanced at him: "What are you afraid of?"

Xue Wuhui rolled his eyes: "Zheng San, aren't you afraid of Duke Wei Guo? Who was scared to dismiss the horse by Duke Wei?"

Zheng Jing was taken aback when he heard him bring up old things.

Yes, he was also afraid of Li Zhongqian-the noble son who admired Princess Wen Zhao, who is not afraid of Li Zhongqian?

Princess Wen Zhao is generous and elegant in manners. Li Zhongqian and her were both born of Concubine Xie, but they are overbearing and rude. They are the second and third in the world, and they often act as shocking and horrible, and they are despised by the world.

In the past two years, the prince of the family who begged Princess Wen Zhao for marriage was more than half beaten to death by Li Zhongqian.

Not to mention, for example, the prime minister’s Xiao Ba Lang, who raised several Mei Ji outside, had three or four children, and he dared to marry Princess Wen Zhao, so that Li Zhongqian was full of bags.

The eldest grandson of the Boring Cui family vowed to say that he had no concubine, no room, nor illegitimate children, but was found to like Longyang. Li Zhongqian was furious. In the presence of Emperor Li De and the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs, he interrupted Cui Dalang. One leg.

Zheng Jing was also there at the time, and Cui Dalang's screams "remaining sound around the beam" continued for three days, and he felt pain for Cui Dalang when he thought about it.

So when Zheng Jing went to the palace to beg for her, her mother cried and wiped her tears, she just knelt down and begged him: Everyone knows how much Li Zhongqian loves Princess Wen Zhao. He has no merit and name, so he dare to ask the princess to marry him. ?

Zheng Jing was born in Nei Xiu and never did anything ethical, but at that time he proposed to him with a spirit of spirit.

He thought he was fearless, but when Li Zhongqian's phoenix eyes looked over coldly, he was still frightened and he just wanted to find a place to hide.

The cold eyes Zheng Jing has a deep memory, and now he feels cold in his back when he thinks about it.

At that time, he sincerely asked to marry Princess Wen Zhao, Li Zhongqian's eyes seemed to chop off his head immediately.

Now, Princess Wen Zhao is dead.

Died thousands of miles away lonely, and didn't know how much tortured before death.

Can Li Zhongqian, who interrupted Cui Dalang's leg, let it go?

Both North Korean and Chinese officials know the answer: No.

The Tai Chi Palace and the East Palace strengthened their guards. The royal guards were disbanded and transferred to various government offices. Li Zhongqian was left with the Xie family guards. The officials were still worried and sent the Xie family guards away. Only Li Zhongqian was allowed to take them. Twenty people entered the city.

Twenty people can't turn the sky over.

Moreover, Li Zhongqian has become a useless person, and he can't even hold the golden hammer, otherwise how dare Li De release him back to Beijing?

Zheng Jing was calm and calm, but Xue Wu couldn't calm down.

He stood tiptoe and looked in the direction of Long Street, sipped, and said in a low voice: "You and I were first court officials, with shallow foundations. Only then will I be sent here to meet Duke Wei Guo. Those people are deliberate! Duke Weiguo is here, and he just cut you and me. Will the Holy Spirit blame him? We are here to give Duke Weiguo annoyance!"

Zheng Jing looked down and said nothing.

Xue Wuyi smiled and said sarcastically, "Zheng San, have you never heard of Helanyang?"

Zheng Jing shook his head.

Xue Wu leaned closer and lowered his voice: "When the Saints and Southern Chu competed for Jingxiang the previous year, they had a big defeat. The adviser He Lanyang proposed to marry Princess Wen Zhao in exchange for the support of the Jingxiang family. On the battlefield, he was furious when he heard that, and Qingqi 3000 broke through and relieved Jingxiang's danger. After that, he carried the sword and rushed into the big tent. In the face of the saint, he slashed He Lanyang and went down. The tent was full of blood."

"Since then, no one has dared to talk about Princess Wen Zhao's marriage. Otherwise, how can we people have a chance to propose marriage?"

Xue Wu shivered again, sweating coldly.

"I'm not scaring you. This time when Wei Guogong returns to Beijing, he will definitely kill a few people to vent his hatred. The saint is ashamed to princess Wen Zhao, and he will never ask for guilt. I have offended Wei Guogong. Today may be under the hammer of Wei Guogong. Death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of a horse-drawn carriage rolling over the floor tiles from the long street, and a horse-drawn carriage was approaching slowly surrounded by white-clothed guards.

Xue Wu jumped three feet high in fright.

Zheng Jing greeted him.

Xue Wu stayed for a while, secretly scolding Zheng Jing for not being afraid of death, gritted his teeth, and signaled the guards in ambush to be vigilant and followed.

The carriage drove up to the stone steps before stopping. The officer Qianniu Wei asked the **** who was holding the edict to wait aside, holding a long knife in his hand, and yelling: "The saint's decree is here. Why didn't Wei Guo get out of the car and listen to it?"

The guard said nothing.

The lieutenant frowned and repeated it loudly: "The saint's decree is here. Will Duke Wei get out of the car to take the decree?"

The curtain was motionless, and the guard did not say a word.

The lieutenant was furious, stepped forward, raised the curtain, saw the scene clearly in the car, stayed for a while, and took two steps back subconsciously.

Zheng Jing and Xue Wu followed his eyes.

A weak and thin figure got out of the carriage supported by the guard, stood on the ground, shook his body a few times, and raised his head.

There was silence in front of the house.

Zheng Jing's eyes were surprised, Xue Wu's reaction was stronger than him, and his eyes were almost falling to the ground.

The brave, tall and sturdy Li Zhongqian from the past was not only too thin, but also unsteady. He also lost his sharp eyes, and his whole body was sluggish and depressed.

It was as if all the energy had been taken away, leaving only a walking dead.

Everyone was horrified and didn't know what to say for a while.

It is said that Duke Weiguo was poisoned and became a useless person. It turned out to be true!

After a while, Qian Niuwei put away his long sword.

Xue Wu calmed down from the shock, and quietly let out a sigh of relief: Don't talk about killing people and venting their anger at the current Duke Weiguo. How can he kill people who have to guard and support even when he walks?

He stepped forward and whispered: "Duke Weiguo, the sage has a purpose."

Li Zhongqian raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

"roll."

The voice is weak.

Xue Wu hesitated for a while, not knowing what to say, Li Zhongqian had already walked past him, straddling a lot, and panting for breath after not taking a few steps. The soldiers stopped quickly, and he roared a few times, kiss. The soldier dared not make a sound, and helped him up the stone steps.

Qian Niuwei stared at Li Zhongqian's trembling back for a while, and said loudly: "Duke Wei, do you want to resist the decree?"

The **** came forward holding the edict.

Li Zhongqian paused and took a look at the soldiers next to him.

The soldiers understood, turned around and ran down the stone steps, drew out the knives, and slashed towards the holding box in the hands of the eunuch.

With two loud noises, the holding box was broken into two halves, and when it fell to the ground, the edict in the holding box was also chopped to pieces.

The **** soul flew away, screaming straight back.

Qianniuwei was furious: "Duke Weiguo, how dare you be disrespectful to the sage!"

Li Zhongqian ignored him and walked into the mansion gate without looking back.

With a bang, the door closed from the inside.

Everyone looked at each other.

Zheng Jing and Xue Wu looked at each other and returned to the palace to return to their lives.

Although Wei Guogong was rebellious and refused to accept the order, he was lucky that he did not hurt anyone's life.

Xue Wu said a few good things for Li Zhongqian.

Shangguan frowned and asked, "Duke Wei Guo has really become a useless person?"

The two nodded: "Yes, we saw it with our own eyes."

Xue Wu sighed a few times and sighed: "You haven't seen that, Duke Wei is thin into a bamboo pole! It can fall when the wind blows, and he can pant like a bellows after walking a few steps."

The warlord who was as famous as the prince Li Xuanzhen became a waste.

Shangguan nodded and reported to Li De in the hall.

The next day, the East Palace.

The maid reported to Zheng Biyu what she had inquired about: "Last night, the emperor sent the emperor to the Guogong's mansion to diagnose the pulse of Wei Guogong. Several emperor doctors said that Wei Guogong's martial arts were indeed abolished, and she was shaking constantly with her pair of chopsticks. The decree commends Wei Guogong, but Wei Guogong refused to listen. His guards injured several eunuchs, and several comrades in the Zhengshitang went to visit him, but were also driven away by his guards. Now no one dares to go to Guogong. House."

Zheng Biyu breathed a sigh of relief.

If Li Zhongqian is not injured, Chang'an is bound to cause trouble. He is like this, in fact, it is good for everyone.

Wei Ming was worried, and continued to send people to inquire.

The spy replied that Li Zhongqian would be furious as long as someone in the palace came up. The maid saw him want to pick up a golden hammer to hit someone, but before he lifted it up, he fell to the ground first.

The servants of the Eastern Palace secretly rejoiced in their hearts: This evil **** would never threaten the prince's status anymore.

Wei Ming reported the good news to Li Xuanzhen.

Li Xuanzhen's injury was still not healed, she leaned back and gave a blank expression, and transferred Wei Ming to the Pope Taisun to study.

Wei Ming stayed for a while, bowed to Li Xuanzhen with a wry smile, and retreated.

Everyone was at a loss: What happened to the prince? Why do you want to get rid of Wei Changshi, whom he relied on most?

Someone begged Zheng Biyu and asked her to help Wei Ming.

Zheng Biyu abruptly refused, saying that he was a housewife, and it was inconvenient to interfere with the affairs of the Donggong.

Everyone had to comfort Wei Ming: When the prince is relieved, he will definitely be called back!

Wei Ming was a little discouraged, and before he left, he told everyone: "If there is any change about Princess Wen Zhao, you must let me know!"

Everyone agreed, but they didn't take it seriously.

Princess Wen Zhao is dead, what else will happen?

They are now worrying about another matter: Zhu Luyun ran away secretly, her whereabouts are unknown, and they have been looking for it everywhere. There is no trace of Zhu Luyun.

Fortunately, Li Xuanzhen was not healed from a serious injury and was in a trance, and did not ask Zhu Luyun.

Li Zhongqian's return to Beijing made the Manchu civil and military frightened, but now he has abolished martial arts and has not caused a big storm, everyone is relieved.

The next day, a big banquet in the palace celebrated the triumphant soldiers.

The banquet was held in the west pavilion of Linde Hall, with noisy singing and dancing, and brilliant colored candles.

Li Xuanzhen, who hadn't appeared in front of others for a long time, attended the banquet with a pale and gloomy face.

The officials raised their wine glasses and talked with him. He reacted coldly, not as approachable as usual. The officials retired in a shameless manner.

Zheng Jing sat in the corner, looked at Li Xuanzhen a few times, got up and walked towards him thoughtfully.

"His Royal Highness." Zheng Jing raised his glass and looked around. "I remember that the night when Princess Wen Zhao invited her to get married, it was the same kind of banquet. She was dressed up to attend the banquet. The envoys of various countries were asking which princess she was."

Li Xuanzhen closed her eyes, bowed her head and poured herself a glass of wine.

Zheng Jing smiled casually and turned back to the table.

The civil and military courtiers were half drunk, Li De got up, dipped his nails in wine, and flicked in the air a few times. Just as he was about to speak to encourage the soldiers, there was a commotion outside the hall.

The music stopped abruptly.

The atmosphere suddenly became rigid and heavy.

Everyone was taken aback, not knowing what had happened, and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the flickering candlelight, a tall figure slowly ascended the stone steps and walked into the hall step by step.

It's Li Zhongqian, who has completely abolished martial arts.

He stood in the hall, wearing a snow-white robe and skinny, with his long and narrow phoenix eyes scanning gloomily.

The crowd was horrified, their hearts wrinkled, and their eyes fell on his waist. They saw him in white clothes, no swords on his body, and the pair of golden hammers that made people fearful. They let out a sigh of relief.

An abandoned Li Zhongqian is not a concern.