Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Fourth: Gong An Shi is in Gong An in
Is Fengya Pavilion so famous that the brothels in Yangzhou City are famous, or is it because the brothels in Yangzhou City are famous that Fengya Pavilion is famous? This is a question that no one has been able to figure out for many years. After all, if you come to Yangzhou City,
If you don’t visit a brothel, it’s no different than visiting a brothel. Since it’s a visit to a brothel, if you don’t go here
Visiting Feng Ya Pavilion once is probably in vain. It’s a pity that Mrs. Qing, the oiran in Feng Ya Pavilion, is not seen every day. And if Feng Ya Pavilion does not have Mrs. Qing, Feng Ya Pavilion seems to be missing so much flavor.
, as for what the taste is, everyone who watches the dancers and listens to the music admires and enjoys it, they all have different minds.
"After so many years, have you waited more for him or for us Xixia?" The man in black on the chair asked while slowly sipping the cup of fine ancient temple Longjing and looking at Mrs. Qing.
"Which one do you think is more important?" Mrs. Qing asked calmly.
"Maybe there are more of them."
The man answered with a little helplessness in his voice.
"In this life, I don't pray to see him again, but I do want to see our Xixia flag fly again." Mrs. Qing replied with a low eyebrow.
"That person has been in your heart for many years, so you don't look forward to it because you are afraid of being disappointed when you see him."
Mrs. Qing smiled faintly when she heard this, glanced at the man charmingly, and said softly: "After all these years, you still know me best. Without you, I probably wouldn't be alive today."
"Without you, wouldn't I be able to walk in this court so smoothly?"
The man replied with a smile.
"I'm not helping you for anything else. I just want to help Xixia."
"Xixia."
The man sighed slightly.
"Why do you look like this? You don't get downcast very often."
Mrs. Qing looked at the man and smiled.
"It is said that there are countless Xixia people in the land of Daliang, but why can't I see any of them?" The man raised his head and asked.
"Because they are now Daliang people." Mrs. Qing replied softly.
"Do you think they have become accustomed to the stable life now and have forgotten the shame of Xixia's subjugation?" the man asked again.
When Mrs. Qing heard this, her eyes slowly moved from the man to the window, and whispered: "How dare you forget the national humiliation and family humiliation?"
"Then why has no one come forward today? How many high-ranking Xixia people are there in the arena and in the court? What are they waiting for?" The man was a little excited.
"them……"
Mrs. Qing looked out the window in a daze. After a moment of silence, she whispered: "Then what do you think Daliang is waiting for? They clearly know that there are countless Xixia people in Daliang. Why has Daliang's army been so slow to take action? If pressed
With the temperament of the current Emperor of Liang, it is absolutely impossible to kill them all?"
"Maybe he's waiting for an opportunity, a legitimate opportunity," the man replied in a low voice.
"Then why was the imperial palace of Xixia never demolished?" Mrs. Qing then asked.
The man was stunned when he heard this.
Yes, the palace of Xixia is still there, so Xixia is not dead yet.
"Master Gong is still here, why are you so anxious? As long as Master Gong is still alive, then Xixia is still alive." Mrs. Qing then said slowly.
"Yes, if Master Gong can enter the Immortal Realm, we Xixia may be able to fight Daliang again." The man nodded with excitement in his eyes.
Mrs. Qing smiled slightly and said nothing. After all, the name Gong Anshi was too heavy in the hearts of the Xixia people, as if they were like the slave who once relied on a wooden sword to block thousands of neighboring countries' cavalry. They were not so much human beings as they were the slaves.
They are said to be gods. One used wooden swords to guard the city gates and guarded the hearts of thousands of people in the previous dynasty. The other guarded the palace gates with iron spears to protect the restoration of the country to thousands of dead souls in Xixia.
If Gong Anshi is still alive, then Xixia is still alive, because even though Gong Anshi's desire to restore the country is known to everyone, the emperor of Daliang still dare not send cavalry into the Xixia Palace again. After all, in the year when the late emperor was in power, thousands of
The lesson of Daliang cavalry falling in front of the Western Xia Palace is heavy enough, even if
There was a team of thousands of people, but they still couldn't really attack the palace. They still kept hitting the iron gun in the old man's hand. Even though the old man was covered with scars, he still stood in front of the palace gate, unmoving, because the old man knew that he could not fall.
If you fall, the hearts of thousands of Xixia people will also fall.
In Gong'an, there was an old man who had lived his whole life for Xixia, an old man who, even at the cost of his life, wanted to keep the hope of the restoration of the country in the Xixia people's heart.
If, one day, the old man leaves the palace.
The sky in Daliang should be darkening now.
In fact, it's not that the Xixia people in Daliang Tianxia don't want to move, it's because they know that even if they move, Mr. Gong should stand at the front.
"But ascending to the Immortal Realm is not that simple. In the past hundred years, there were only a few masters of ascending to the Immortal Realm." Mrs. Qing's tone was inevitably a little disappointed.
"But it is hope after all." The man turned to look at Mrs. Qing and shouted.
"Yes." Mrs. Qing nodded slightly and said nothing.
"It's better for people to have some hope. Just like you have never really asked me to investigate the whereabouts of that person in the capital for so many years, isn't this the same?"
When Mrs. Qing heard this, she glanced at the man lightly and said nothing.
"Haha, I said the wrong thing again." The man smiled helplessly after seeing Mrs. Qing's reaction, and then said slowly: "Actually, if the person from the previous dynasty is still alive, it may be a good thing for us."
"Well, judging by the yellow dragon breath on his body, he should be the prince of the previous dynasty. The emperor of the previous dynasty was good, and this prince is probably not bad either." Mrs. Qing nodded slightly.
"You said that the emperor of the previous dynasty was such a wise man. Although he was not as good as the founding emperor of the previous dynasty, he was still better than his father, right? Why did the previous dynasty die when he was here?" The man
He asked with a frown.
"You said that you, an official, are asking a question about a brothel girl here. Why did the previous dynasty perish? Isn't that a question that you officials should be concerned about? It's a bit ridiculous for you to ask me?" Mrs. Qing smiled.
asked rhetorically.
"It's a bit ridiculous." The man smiled and nodded.
"Actually, the reason for the country's subjugation is nothing more than a few words."
"How many?" the man asked.
"The energy is exhausted."
"I've run out of energy for a good sentence."
"But I think that person is not simple." Mrs. Qing continued.
"How can a century-old great fortune be so simple?"
"I don't think he will die."
"I think so too."
Having said this, the two looked at each other and smiled, and then no one spoke.