Lan Aotian took out the jade hairpin in his arms, and gently stroked the hairpin that had been warmed by body temperature with his rough fingers. His cold eyes showed a touch of tenderness, and his cold expression was much softer.
The aloof and ruthless monarch said to himself in front of the hairpin with a low and soft voice: "I know you have suffered a lot and been wronged a lot. Don't worry, I will help you get everything back. From now on, I will be by your side."
, protect you, take care of you, and make you happy throughout your life."
"Let you be able to joke and be as naughty and mischievous as you were the day we met all your life. What he can't give you, I will give it to you! Give you the glory, wealth, status and honor that anyone longs for, he will
If I betray you, I will give you back double the amount!"
Lan Aotian looked outside the palace, the tenderness in his eyes had been replaced by coldness, and his face also returned to a gloomy and cold look. Summer nights are not long, but the nights in the Shuilan Kingdom Palace are long and silent, making people breathless.
Suppression of anger.
"Come here! Summon Concubine Mei to sleep with you!"
The king's deep and domineering voice echoed in the empty hall.
Tonight, the palace is dimly lit and the fragrance is overflowing. These emperor's women, with their dazzling years and graceful looks, are dressed up, bathing, and standing in front of the palace gate, waiting for the emperor's call. Who is happy? Who is
sorrow?
As the days passed, more and more crosses were painted on the wall. Summer was coming to an end, and the lotus flowers in Minghu Lake were about to wither. I remember that day I pirated the poem by Yang Wanli casually: After all, Minghu Lake is in June
In the middle, the scenery is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
Within a few days, this poem spread throughout Nancheng. After that, a sudden increase in the number of literati and scholars came to Minghu Lake to appreciate the lotus flowers. The name was to appreciate the lotus flowers, but in fact they were looking for the beautiful and talented women by the Minghu Lake who looked like gods descending from heaven.
It's just a pirated copy of the best poems of the ancients, and yet it's so popular, so shameful!
Fortunately, after searching for some days, the lotus flowers were no longer beautiful, and those people could not find any trace of the fairy. However, they saw me, an unkempt fisherman wearing a bamboo hat, a few times. They all sighed and went back, never to come again.
The shore of Minghu Lake disturbed my fishing.
It is still early morning, the flowers and grass are still covered with crystal dew, the willow leaves are also wet, the air is very fresh, the weather is very sunny, the scenery is beautiful everywhere, the morning sun has just risen, the morning glow in the east is gorgeous, I am sitting under the willow tree fishing, the morning breeze
It blew by, bringing in the fragrance of flowers and plants, making the surface of the lake wrinkle, and also bringing up lovesickness.
It's been a long time since the fishing rod was put down, but the buoy hasn't moved yet. Maybe the fish in the lake haven't woken up yet.
Just as I was thinking about the wind, a white pigeon landed on my knee. I grabbed it gently, and it didn't struggle. It cooed twice, its small black eyes rolled, and there was a pigeon tied to its leg.
Small bamboo tube, carrier pigeon? Who will write to me?
I opened the note and saw that it was written to me by Feng.
The letter said thank you for Sun Tzu's Art of War and Thirty-Six Stratagems. He also heard about the lotus poem, so he wrote one as a gift to me to express his longing for me.
The poem says: The storm is rising, and the war is raging in Cangzhou. Whose son is about to be? The most romantic. I recall the beauty of my spring boudoir, and I can't stop thinking about it. I am so shy that I can't speak, and I have a faint dream.
This guy is so annoying. He imitates others in writing love poems and makes their hearts beat wildly.
After thinking about it, he went back and wrote a song called "Magpie Bridge Immortal" by Qin Guan, and asked the carrier pigeon to take it back to the wind.
"How wonderful it is that the prince has used his plan this time! No matter how talented Xiao Mingde is, or how brave Han Da is, they would never have imagined that the prince has already dug a trap for them to jump. This battle is really exciting and exciting."
There is a chessboard on the table. The scholar of literature is holding a black piece, and after careful consideration, he drops a piece.
"Okay, stop praising Confucianism." Chu Fengyang smiled slightly, looked at the overall situation, and also fell down.
"Students of Confucianism will not flatter the prince. What Confucianists say are all facts." The literary scholar shook his paper fan and said with a smile.
"By the way, Xueru, in a few days it will be the day for you to marry the girl Lilac. Handa has just suffered a heavy blow and will not send troops to attack the city in the short term. You can clean up and go home to marry the bride. By the way, collect
Food and grass, how about it?”
"I obey the decree! Thank you, Prince and Princess, for making it happen!" the literary scholar said with a smile, and gave birth to a son.
"You are about to get married, but the wedding between this king and Rou'er is..." Chu Fengyang felt a little sad.
"Your Majesty..."
"You don't need to comfort me. Although Rou'er doesn't remember me, she has begun to accept me now. I believe that after some time, she will fall in love with me again. When the war is over, I will definitely give Rou'er
A grand wedding like no other in the world." Chu Fengyang spoke firmly and made a decision.
"Xueru believes that this day will come early! Xueru congratulates the prince in advance, and the prince should not ask for too many gifts when the time comes."
"Speaking of gifts, I remembered that you haven't given the matchmaking gift to me and Rou'er yet. What's wrong? Do you want to show off?"
"Your Majesty has so much wealth, why would he care about this little gift of thanks to the matchmaker for studying Confucianism?"
"I don't care, but Rou'er will definitely want it, so you'd better be prepared! Don't let her down, otherwise..."
"I obey the decree! I would rather offend the prince than the princess!" The literary scholar chuckled, dropped his son, and looked happy.
"Your Majesty!" A man with eyes as sharp as a shadow walked in and whispered a few words in Chu Fengyang's ear.
"I know, let's go down!" A white stone fell in an inconspicuous corner.
"My lord, what's the matter?" Heizi fell down and spread his wings.
"Everything is as expected by sir and me!" The white piece fell, and the chess game was filled with turmoil.
"How does the prince plan to deal with it?"
"Stay still and wait and see what happens! If he insists on doing this, don't blame me for not thinking about brotherly love!" Chu Fengyang had a ruthless look on his face.
"Your Majesty, we must remove the roots!" Heizi fell, and the battle became even more intense.
"Rou'er said that we are born from the same roots, so there is no need to worry about fighting each other. I don't want brothers to kill each other. I will not touch him unless it is absolutely necessary!"
"Your Majesty! No one is poisonous and no husband! Don't leave any trouble in the future! Letting the tiger return to the mountain is really a bad idea!"
"Studying Confucianism, if I touch him now, wouldn't it be a warning? Rou'er said that if you kill a traitor, the other party will send another traitor over, and you don't know who it will be, so why not keep this one and let him know
Whatever, he will know something, and the other party will know something."
The literary scholar thought for a while, suddenly realized, and exclaimed: "The princess is really a great wisdom!"
Chu Fengyang smiled slightly, and the white piece fell down, like a flying yellow dragon.
The literary Confucian stared at the chessboard for half a minute, lowered his head and admitted defeat, "My lord is so skilled in chess that I feel ashamed to be inferior to you."
"Didn't you once think you were going to win?"
"I am short-sighted!"
"One careless move will lead to the loss of the whole game. The battle situation is like a chess game, unpredictable and confusing. We must observe the subtleties, observe the heart, keep the overall situation in mind, and have a far-sighted vision. We must not be hot-headed and pursue fiercely for temporary gains.
Fight and put yourself at a disadvantage."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your advice!"
"If you study Confucianism, you will be rich in knowledge and upright. You just need a little experience. In time, you will definitely become a famous minister."
"I am willing to follow the prince for the rest of my life! Be at your side!"
"You are willing to do this, but I am not willing to do it."
The literary scholar was astonished.
"I just want to be a free man and travel around the mountains and rivers with Rou'er. Wouldn't it be nice? I don't want to get involved in the complicated affairs of the court. When the war is over, I will take Rou'er to wherever she wants.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to go to the place you want to go and become an enviable couple of gods and immortals?”
"Your Majesty..."
Just as he was talking, a carrier pigeon landed outside the tent. A soldier had already taken the note in the bamboo tube on the pigeon's foot and presented it to him.
Chu Fengyang opened it and quickly rolled it up, smiling: "It's a letter from Rou'er, go down!"
"Yes, Xueru will not disturb the prince to read the sweet words written by the empress. Xueru will go outside to enjoy the scenery alone, look at the trees, grass and wind..."
"You're not going yet! What are you doing here?"
"Yes! Just go, what's the rush?" As if he wanted to torture Chu Fengyang on purpose, it took a long time for the literary scholar to move out of the tent.
Seeing the literary scholar disappear outside the tent, Chu Fengyang couldn't wait to open the note.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels far away in secret."
"When gold, wind, jade and dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. What a great sentence!"
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back."
"If love lasts for a long time, how can it be like day and night? If a love lasts for a long time, how can it be like day and night? It's much better than what I wrote. I'm really ashamed."
Chu Fengyang recited it again without finishing it, sighed in admiration, folded it carefully, put it in his arms and held it close to his heart, with a smile on his handsome face and a high spirits.
As the night progressed, everyone except the patrolling sergeant had fallen asleep. Chu Fengyang sat in front of the case and observed the newly drawn map, smiling from time to time, and unconsciously touching his heart with his hand.
Suddenly, he found a petite soldier in the tent. The soldier lowered his head and could not see his face clearly.
"Is something wrong?" Chu Fengyang frowned. He didn't like anyone to disturb him from missing Rou'er.
The soldier slowly raised his head, revealing a beautiful and delicate face with picturesque eyebrows. He looked at Chu Fengyang lovingly and smiled sweetly.
"Rou'er? Rou'er, is that you?" Chu Fengyang was overjoyed.
"It's me, Your Majesty, it's Rou'er." The woman smiled sweetly.
"Isn't this king dreaming? No, this must be a dream! I was reading the poem you sent to me just now. Why are you here? Aren't you in Nancheng?"
"My lord, don't you like Rou'er to come? Then Rou'er should go back!" the woman said aggrievedly, turned around and left.
"No, Rou'er, don't leave!" Chu Fengyang rushed up and hugged the woman into his arms, and said in a low voice: "I am just afraid that this is a dream. How could I not like Rou'er to come? I am just worried.
The journey is long and hard, and Rou'er's body is weak and she can't bear it."
"Your Majesty—" the woman called softly in a long voice, her delicate body pressed against Chu Fengyang.
"Rou'er, tell me this is not a dream."
"My lord, this is not a dream!" A cold light flashed in the woman's eyes, and there was a bright dagger in her hand.
"Rou'er, you—" Before he could finish his words, the dagger was inserted into Chu Fengyang's chest. Blood immediately poured out. Chu Fengyang used all his strength to hit the woman's body away with a palm.
"You're not Rou'er! Who are you? What did you do to Rou'er? Someone come!"
A large group of guards rushed in and surrounded the woman.
"Your Majesty, how are you?" Literary Confucianism and Zhang Long rushed in. Seeing the Prince leaning on the bed holding his bleeding chest, they quickly stepped forward to support him: "Please call the military doctor quickly!"
Chu Fengyang grabbed the literary scholar's hand and said with difficulty, "Ask her, how is Rou'er?"
Zhang Long pulled out a knife and pointed it at the woman, shouting, "Say quickly! Who are you? Who sent you here? What did you do to the empress?"
The woman sneered and glared at Zhang Long fiercely. Blood overflowed from her lips and she slowly fell down.
"My lord, she committed suicide by biting the poison!"
"Quick, Fei Ge sends a message to Fei Hu right away! Ask him to protect Rou'er immediately!"
"I obey the order!" the literary scholar accepted the order and left.
"The blood is black, Your Majesty, the knife is poisonous! Military doctor! Why haven't the military doctors come yet?" Zhang Long shouted.
"It's coming, it's coming!" The old military doctor rushed in carrying a medicine box and two disciples with smoke rising from their feet.
At this moment, General Li Wei also entered the tent, glanced around with majestic eyes, and sternly ordered: "Anyone who dares to say a word about what happened today will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes!" All the guards retreated.
"Empress?" Li Wei was surprised when he saw the woman lying on the ground.
"She is not Rou'er!"
Li Wei thought for a while, then pulled off the woman's face, revealing a completely unfamiliar face.
"**? Unexpectedly, my great reputation has been deceived by this small piece of paper."
The blood kept pouring out, and Chu Fengyang's face gradually turned pale.
"Hurry up and help the prince stop the bleeding!" Zhang Long said angrily.
"The knife used to assassinate the prince was poisoned. My medical skills are shallow and I can't tell what the poison is, so I don't dare to use medicine!" The military doctor looked guilty, "However, there is a man who knows the poisons in the world and can cure them."
"who?"
"The King of Medicine is the only disciple and the best killer in the world. It is said that this person likes to use poison to make poison and detoxify it. No poison in the world can defeat him."
"Where can I find him?"
"No need to look for him." Chu Fengyang suddenly spoke, his face getting paler, "I will be fine, the little poison wants my life, what a joke!"
"Your Majesty, only he can cure this poison. Your Majesty, you'd better send someone to find him to avoid..."
"Shut up! Didn't you hear what I said? Don't look for him! Whoever dares to disobey the order will not be spared by this king!" Chu Fengyang's sinister eyes swept across the crowd, and his face became as pale as paper.
"I... obey the order! Your Majesty, please take care of yourself! Military doctor, please take good care of Your Majesty. I'll go out and have a look." After Zhang Long said this, he withdrew.
Li Wei ordered the soldiers to carry the assassin away, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Chu Fengyang speaking with difficulty.
"General, be extra careful!"
"Your Majesty, how do you say this?"
"The assassin clearly wants to kill me. I think no one except Shuilan Kingdom would dare to blatantly assassinate me. I am injured, and all military affairs and wars are entirely on the shoulders of the general. Shuilan Kingdom will definitely find ways to eliminate this king."
Lost the general."
"Hmph! If you dare to disturb Tai Sui, I will ask him to kill one of you, or both of them! My sword is very bloodthirsty! These bastards are really lawless!"
"In short, general, please be careful! When marching and fighting, it's best to be careful. Make decisions carefully, and don't trust others easily!"
"Your Majesty is saying... I will finally understand! Your Majesty, don't worry!"
"Wind!" My chest hurt, and I woke up from a nightmare.
"Xiao Nuo," Mei hugged me and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Charming, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that Feng was assassinated and shed a lot of blood. He said he was going to die and told me to protect myself!"
"Xiao Nuo, it's just a dream, don't worry."
"No, that dream was so real and real, just like the real thing! Feng was stabbed in the chest, and the blood kept flowing. His clothes were dyed red with blood, and the blood dripped on the ground, staining the soil.
famous……"
"Xiao Nuo, that was just a dream, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"