Chapter 116 Chapter 38 Gathering in the Ancient Capital

That night, Chu Qiao had a dream, dreaming about the snowy night of that year, the Yong Lane of the Holy Gold Palace was so long and so silent, the singing in the front hall was blown by the wind, lively and soft, the music was bright and eloquent. Extravagant chime bells resounded throughout the palace. In the dream, someone held her hand, warm and firm, as if she would never let go. Bright red blood flowed from his severed finger, but he smiled and said to himself: It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. That smile was like mist, enveloping her heart, making her feel that it was so warm there for many years, even if it was thousands of mountains and snow at dusk, or it was raining heavily.

When she woke up, most of the pillow was wet with tears, and the soft rose-colored pillow was soaked with shallow water stains, as bright red as blood-stained rouge. Chu Qiao sat there flustered. After so long, she suddenly felt that she couldn't wait any longer. Even if the palace people were busy holding umbrellas in the middle of the night, they still couldn't stop the decline of the lotus leaves. One layer of autumn rain and one layer of coolness, when you wake up in the morning, the whole pond of green lotus is all decayed, and the black branches and leaves are tangled in one place, and they are exposed Touch, it seems that even the water in the pool has become dirty.

However, the golden chrysanthemum bloomed prematurely, not wanting continuous rain, cold and windy weather, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, haggard, but I don't know which palace or palace it is. While eating breakfast, I heard that the newly conferred maid was so arrogant that she violated Li Ce's taboo, and was thrown into a cold room. Although Li Ce didn't order the execution, this woman was quite arrogant during the few days she was favored Domineering, this time in trouble, the wives of several palaces joined hands to make some tricks.Now that the autumn is cold, the cold room is remote and there is no fire and candles, after a lot of tossing, I feel sad and worried, and it is hard to live.

The ladies of the palace only talked about this matter for a while, and didn't pay much attention to it. Obviously, this kind of thing is also common here, and they are not very surprised. Chu Qiao was a little sad, she didn't know much about Li Ce, and most of what she saw was his playful and smiling face. Although she knew that this person was not simple, she would inevitably take it lightly. He, after all, is the prince of Bian Tang, the future head of a country. After breakfast, I wanted to find someone to meet Li Ce.But Qiusui hadn't left yet, but Chan'er came running back, panting and shouting: "Princess Daxia has entered the city!"

Chu Qiao was taken aback, but Qiu Sui said first: "Which Princess Daxia? Wasn't she driven away just now? She came back so soon?" "It's not that princess," Chan'er hurriedly waved her hand, and said, "It's the eighth princess of Daxia who came here alone on a horse. I'm here for a kiss!" When Chu Qiao heard this, her sanity froze immediately, as if something clicked in her heart, shaking uncontrollably. Is the golden branch and jade leaf that was delicate and weak in the past, so brave today? Suffering is indeed the best catalyst for all growth in the world.

Many years later, when the historians of later generations turn over the heavy history books, they will still sigh with eyebrows and sighs for this change in the past.Anyone who knows a little about that period of history will never forget this name, that is Zhao Chun, the Eighth Princess of Daxia.This woman without any elegance or talent in the previous records, the speed of her fortune and rise would make any man amazed, and her decisive and ruthless methods finally plunged the whole society into a crisis. In the bloody flames of destruction, her life was like a shining meteor that suddenly illuminated the world and disappeared.

People will always sigh, if many years later, without the rise of King Xiuli, will the situation in the world go to another path because of this woman? However, history is history after all, and no one can change it. No matter how the merits and demerits of future generations are judged, no one can cover up the fact that Zhao Chun'er was the only female power faction in the Simon Continent who could compete shoulder to shoulder with the Xiuli King. fact.Of course, this does not include Nalan Hongye, the Princess Huai Song who finally retired.In short, this picture of blood and fire in Simon's Continent is really too long. It is full of star-studded, bright rays of light, blood and bones filled with love and hatred of children, and none of Zhao Chun'er is a shining stroke in it.

Let us collectively remember this day: one of September, the Chongming Festival in Bian Tang, the people climbed high and looked far away, paying homage to the deceased relatives, remembering the far away homeland, on the long street, the smell of wine, the goods are everywhere, blue and white The two-color robes are all over the city, solemn and rustling, heavy and simple.On this day, the gate of the city was opened with a bang, and on the fourth day after her sister was kicked out of the imperial city, Zhao Chun'er, the eighth princess of Daxia, rode her horse and galloped in starry nights, and stepped into the ancient city wall alone, holding the Emperor Daxia's hand in her hand. Order the gold medal, and said loudly: I am Zhao Chun of the Great Xia, please see Mr. Bian Tang!

Time flies, and the girl with the dangling bun in the past has long stood tall, but now her fierce and noble face is like the mist and clouds in the picture scroll, so bright and dazzling, it makes people dizzy to watch. However, who ever remembered that a long time ago, she was also innocent and kind, with a clear smile, wearing a long taupe-colored dress, holding a rabbit tail in her hand, and smiling coquettishly: "Brother Xun, thank you, Chuner is good!" happy……" Time is so fast, the past is like a cloud of smoke, some things will eventually become the past, some feelings will eventually be buried in the bones, some blood will eventually flow between heaven and earth, and some love and hatred will eventually gain eternal life in death.

The continuous cold rain fell on the wide and thick sycamore leaves, and there was the sound of gurgling water. Yan Xun was sitting on the horseback, wearing a poncho, his clear eyes were cold and lonely, Ah Jing was a horse behind him, and reported softly New arrival news. The sun was gray, Yan Xun's face had a kind of almost transparent paleness, but his back was still straight, like a javelin, his eyes were far away, looking at the city looming in the thick fog. That ancient city was hidden among mountains and mist, like a majestic monster, dormant quietly, waiting for the footsteps of those madmen who dared to offend its dignity.

"Master, when Li Ce drove Zhao Yan out of the Bian-Tang border, the Great Xia army was in an uproar. Several Xia county guards near the Bian-Tang border were ready to fight, but Emperor Xia didn't say anything about the battle. , is still preparing to move the capital.” "En," Yan Xun agreed softly, but did not reply. "The eighth princess of Da Xia received the letter from Fei Ge three days ago, and set off overnight. It seems that she did not get the consent of Emperor Xia, and now she is about to enter the city." Yan Xun still didn't answer, Ah Jing was a little anxious, and asked: "In this way, the Eighth Princess just didn't get the royal family's approval and handwriting. Do you think we should make something out of it?" Yan Xun raised his brows lightly, then slowly turned his head, his eyes seemed frozen in the mirror lake, fixedly looking at Ah Jing, but he couldn't see what kind of emotion was inside. Ah Jing was slightly embarrassed, but more nervous.He has been following Yan Xun for many years, but since leaving Zhenhuang, Yan Xun's demeanor and eyes seem to have become more and more sharp. This person is a sharp sword. He used to be hidden in a box. Now, lost Without the box that blocks Guanghua, his radiance becomes more and more impossible to stare at. "Emperor Xia will approve it. Daxia will not start a war with Bian Tang. I agree with Zhao Chun'er and his relative's handwriting. It will arrive soon." Yan Xun's tone was very light, like gossip, but there was such firm confidence in that voice.He looked at Misty Rain in Bian Tang again, frowned slightly, and said softly: "Prince Tang kicked Princess Xia out of Bian Tang for a woman, what is the meaning behind this?" Ah Jing interjected: "I heard that she is a woman who is very much loved by Prince Tang." "Do you think Li Ce is an idiot?" Yan Xun snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "There must be some reason for this, but I haven't thought of it. Woolen cloth?" Yan Xun didn't know, this time he really thought too much, a person has many sides, and sometimes he is very irrational, and he himself is the same. "Also, according to reports from the spies, the fourth young master of Zhuge's family fought back and forth on the Pinggui wasteland for more than a dozen times, killing the caravans on Pinggui and complaining to the sky. I heard that it seems that a few days ago, a friend of his He suffered a dark loss, he was looking to get back the place, and he is probably coming back now, but he never saw the girl's shadow, but the little brat of Ouyang's family showed up several times, following Zhuge Yue's all the time around." "Keep following. If that child is here, Ah Chu will be there too. She has always been very determined. As long as we get to Tangjing, we will have a chance to meet her." After finishing speaking, Yan Xun sighed lightly, and said slowly: "Knowing where she is, I feel at ease." "Also, Zhuge Yue is so angry, he must have suffered a great loss in the Pinggui Wasteland. The head of the escort said that Ah Chu was injured before, so could it be that group of people who did it?" Ah Jing was taken aback, and said: "This, my subordinates don't know." Yan Xun frowned slightly, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, stretched out his slender fingers to rub his temples, and said softly: "Go and investigate, if it is true, then completely wipe out that piece of caravan, for Zhuge Yue's sake." At the end of the day, it should be a wedding gift for Li Ce." "yes!" The air after the rain was very fresh, Yan Xun looked at the towering city wall surrounded by clouds and mist, smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "Long time no see." His smile was very faint, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes. His words were also very vague. I haven't seen him for a long time, but I don't know who he was talking about, the ancient city of Tangjing?Or those in the city? In the misty and rainy September, among the mountains, the ancient capital that has been passed down through the ages once again exudes youthful vitality.Yan Xun brought a group of horses, in the name of Liu Xi, a wealthy family of Xianyang, and approached this ancient city in a prosperous, golden, silver and beautiful manner. He didn't know that the soft sigh that he couldn't help at the end that day had already exposed his identity.After the girl said goodbye, she changed course and chased after him all the way. Now, she is already inside the city wall, waiting for him quietly. Things in the world are always so wonderful, fate is like a giant hand, forcibly grasping everything in one place, waiting for the joy and embarrassment of reunion after parting.All emotions seem to be waiting for a breakthrough, seeking maximum outburst. The wheels rolled over, and in a blink of an eye, Tang Jing was very close. At the same time, on the ancient road less than a hundred miles behind Yan Xun, a team of more than two hundred horses was galloping rapidly. The leading man in purple with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, bright red lips, and eyes like sharp eagles is at the forefront of galloping horses. The horse team stopped at the foot of a mountain, Zhu Cheng stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Fourth young master, we should arrive in the evening." Zhuge Yue nodded and said, "Go get ready." As soon as Zhu Cheng retreated, a small head poked out from the arms of a subordinate beside Zhuge Yue, and shouted: "Uncle, are we getting there yet?" Zhuge Yue turned his head and saw that Mo'er's hair was blown into a mess, her little face was flushed, but in her eyes, she was no longer as young and innocent as before. He nodded: "It will be soon." The child turned his head, looked at the slightly muddy road ahead, and suddenly raised his finger and shouted: "Uncle, there is a rainbow!" Zhuge Yue stared at it, and saw a rainbow bend in the sky, breaking through the clouds, its brilliance floating like a woman's dazzling smile. Zhuge Yue flicked the broken moon sword at his waist, lashed the horse's butt with a whip, and shouted coldly: "Drive!" The horseshoes were rolling, the dust was flying, and the person was already a hundred steps away in a blink of an eye. But at this time, on the streets of Tang Jing, there was a man with a book bag on his back, an elegant Tsing Yi, and sweating profusely on his forehead, who was being chased by a group of officers and soldiers crazily. The man was panting, and he couldn't run very nimbly. He looked like a scholar who was not working hard. He yelled and yelled while running, and the scroll fell on the ground, and he was very embarrassed. A passer-by stopped the peddler by the side of the road and asked puzzledly: "Shopkeeper, I don't know what happened to that man to be chased by officers and soldiers like this." "Oh, him!" The peddler's expression brightened, and he became energetic immediately, eloquently and loudly, and the pedestrians on the left and right were attracted to him. "This nerd is an outsider. He seems to be separated from his wife. He has been posting calligraphy and paintings on the street these days to find people. The prince is about to get married, and the government does not allow him to post indiscriminately, but he refuses to change after repeated admonitions. Twice, it was just released today, no, the old problem happened again." When the people around heard it, there was a lot of discussion, some said that the scholar was pedantic and idiot, some said that he valued love and righteousness, and some said that the government was too lenient in handling affairs. The scholar's movements are not very flexible, but his brain is quite smart. He thinks he has been arrested a lot recently, so he has summed up some experience.After running for a while, the officers and soldiers found that the person they were chasing had disappeared, and they couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and walked back cursing. At this moment, the peddler suddenly felt someone pulling behind him. He looked back and found a man squatting in his vegetable basket, looking furtive, but still trying to communicate with him, covering his mouth with his hand, He whispered: "Brother, what you said is wrong. The person in the painting is my friend, not my wife. If you talk like that, it will damage my friend's reputation. She is unmarried, so her reputation is so precious." , you can't just talk nonsense." "Ah!" The peddler's face suddenly changed, as if he had been bitten by a dog, and suddenly shouted: "He is here! Officials, that man is here!" Suddenly, the long street was full of noise...