At the end of the 22nd year of Jingrun, Zhongzhou was in turmoil.
In both the government and the public, Princess Anping, who was once the most favored by Emperor Jingguang, married the second son of General Zuo at the time, borrowed the power of Poyue Pavilion, the largest martial arts organization, and mobilized 120,000 Mobei garrison troops to attack the capital Luoyang all the way, occupying the capital without any blood along the way.
The city was restored to military power, and in January of the 23rd year of Jingrun, the imperial city was besieged.
In February of the 23rd year of Jingrun, three of the six princes who participated in the seizure of power surrendered, one hanged himself, and one was betrayed and killed by a eunuch. The prince appointed by Emperor Jingguang was assassinated in the East Palace, and the eunuch's maid was trapped in the imperial city.
Open the palace door and welcome Princess Anping and the military general into the palace.
Half a month later, Princess Anping drafted a decree on behalf of the late emperor. The seventeenth prince Gong Ling, who was only four years old, ascended the throne as emperor. He was conferred the title of Zuo General An Guogong. In the 23rd year of Jingrun, he was renamed Jing'an. All matters were arranged in an orderly manner and he was far more capable.
The late Emperor Jingguang.
There are many undercurrents under this drastic change that are not understood by ordinary people, and even few civil and military officials know the inside story.
In the first year of Jing'an, the eldest princess Lian Shi re-examined the old case, vindicated General Xiao Shouchiu, who was innocently killed sixteen years ago and had his entire family executed, and announced a reward to the world to find the Xiao family orphan.
That night, nearly a thousand people came to pay homage to the Xiao family's hometown, and the ghostly objects were burned for three days before they were exhausted.
However, the person he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
More than ten miles outside Lanling City, far away from the center of power, bursts of laughter could be heard in front of the seemingly peaceful Zhu Pavilion. A woman in pansy clothes stood among the crowd holding her child in her arms, with a peaceful face and a smile as bright as a flower.
"Nongye, call me uncle, hurry up." Jiuhe shook the plectrum to attract Nongye's attention, but the little guy lying in Zixiu's arms was not moved and turned to the taciturn but gentle man beside him.
Stretch out your young hands.
"Maybe he is sleepy. I will take him out when the weather is better." Zi Xiu said with a smile, turned around and handed Nong Ye to Hua Yu, and stood up from the wicker chair with difficulty to walk into the pavilion.
The child left behind by the doctor's mother was not accepted by Cheng Xianggong. Zixiu asked Wei Moyan for permission and kept him as his own, without any dislike. The children of Poyue Pavilion who were walking on the line between life and death also
He has never criticized anything, especially Jiuhe. When he sees Nong Ye, he seems to be a different person. He has no aggressive and murderous nature at all, and is as excited as a bright young man.
This child has become the only light in Poyue Pavilion that stands at the pinnacle of the world.
People who are often exposed to darkness will always look forward to finding some solace from some warm existence, or they may know that this life is full of failure, but they still dream about one day when the wind is calm and they can sit back and watch the world peacefully.
"Hua Yu, please coax Ye to sleep first, and I'll go see the pavilion master." When approaching the room, Zi Xiu suddenly stopped.
The clean and elegant man nodded, and his lowered hand brushed the white bamboo flute at his waist intentionally or unintentionally, with an imperceptible tenderness on his face.
Everyone knows the relationship between Zixiu and the Pavilion Master. Even though she was not chosen by the dragon among men in the end, she still tried her best to assist Bi.
Only with the support of jade can we move.
The rest of her life was something she had fought for, and she didn't want to waste a moment.
"Mo Yan?" The stairs that she had turned thousands of times were so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar, and the lonely figure on the pavilion was solidified in her memory and never faded. Her soft call was not answered, and the man looking away with his hands behind his hands slightly frowned.
Turning her head, Zixiu knew that he had heard: "I heard from Jiuhe that you sent Shaocheng to Yinghua Villa in Sichuan, but is there any news about Hongxian?"
"It's just that a woman in white once appeared and asked Shaocheng to investigate."
With a wry smile, Zixiu didn't want to think about how many people would die innocently this time.
Half a year has passed, and Hongxian still has no news. During this period, he has taken many rumors as true. There are at least ten or eight sects that have been destroyed just because they refused to let the disciples of Poyue Pavilion search around. Not to mention those who died for being rude or criticizing.
His killings became more and more severe, and even she could not stop him. The opposition in the martial arts community against the new alliance leader and Poyue Pavilion became stronger, and there was a strong intention to join forces to overthrow him.
Can Poyue Pavilion be as unrivaled as it was before? Without Lu Hanhai, without Shen Yuqing, even Shaofu, Yan, and Shaozai are no longer here, and he may not be able to put all his efforts into it. Focusing on these things, once all the sects join forces to launch an attack, Poyue Pavilion will inevitably be in a precarious situation and be in danger.
"Gusu has been chasing clues from Mobei." The smell of wine came, and the man who stood with his hands behind his hands poured a glass of wine and looked into the wind. His voice was cold and ruthless, "If I am sure that she is there, I will probably leave. Some time."
"Now I know how vast the world is, and there are still places that Mr. Gusu can't find." He sighed deeply, and the wind and flowers lingered in his ears. The woman who had been by his side for the longest time felt a little sad: "Master hid his whereabouts for this matter. Xiluoshan has been deserted since he came to Lanling. If the red string is really in Master's hands, it will be extremely difficult to find it."
"No matter how big the world is, I can't help but move mountains, fill seas, and dig up three feet of ground. I don't believe she will turn into flying smoke and disappear from the world. Even if I look for ten or twenty years, I can always see her again before I die. .”
His paranoia and obsession with Hongxian had reached the point of demonic obstruction. Zixiu never persuaded him to let go, and even if he did, it would have no effect and would only make him angry.
Since joining the conflict and conquest, Wei Moyan has become a nightmare for many people. What is even more terrifying is that when the first killer Hongxian is behind him, they will end the enemy with swords side by side. No one in the world knows the relationship between the two of them. The failed wedding and his more ruthless behavior after that had already announced to the world that Hongxian was his weakness. If Hongxian was gone, the nearly perfect Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion would be equivalent to losing half of his heart and soul, turning from a demon into a human being. .
People's hearts are sinister, and he was deeply hated by people in Poyue Pavilion. With so many people eager to crush him to ashes, even if Hongxian leaves a trace, he is afraid that when he is found, someone will take action first at all costs.
However, Zixiu never dared to mention these words to him, even though she knew that he must have thought of them already.
Only by keeping expectations in your heart can you survive, right?
The arrogant brows were filled with depression again. Continuing this topic would make him impatient and bored. Zi Xiu silently filled the jade bottle in his hand and turned to leave.
If possible, she would rather use the rest of her life in exchange for Hongxian being safe and sound, returning to his side, and never being separated again.
It's a pity that God never cares about the expectations after the word "if".
The grass is as thin as silk, leaning sideways on the railing and feeling the warm breeze, it is the arrival of another early spring.
"The flowers in Lanling are about to bloom again."
The ink sleeves were flying, and a bottle of sake fell from the air. I don’t know how many crystal droplets soaked into the soil and became the nourishment of youth. I don’t know whether it will be able to bloom as fragrant and brilliant as this wine in the coming year, or whether it will bloom after trying to get drunk. There is nothing you can do about it.
Raising his hand, the ink-stained phoenix on his wrist is still clear, but it is not as impressive as the red phoenix bird on the other bright wrist. There is less of a trace of coldness in his calm eyes, and the bitterness is like the fragrance of wine, unknowingly, and low.
Recall the name buried in my heart that cannot be expelled.
"Qingluan...will we really reach Biluo Huangquan before you and I can see each other again?"
The stiff body suddenly trembled in the darkness.
Another memory of the past is shattered. In the dream, the mysterious clothes are dancing like an iron sword. The hand that has been dodged several times and now cannot be grasped gradually disappears. I still vaguely remember who has deep eyebrows and unparalleled elegance.
.
Qingluan.
Was he calling her, or was it just a dream?
The fingertips were bloody and bloody, and when she touched the stone wall, she felt severe pain again, and she was relying on this heartbreaking pain to struggle to survive.