Xie Mengxia secretly cursed and walked back to Pingkangfang at the risk of being impeached by the imperial censor. It was okay if he didn't have fun. He also met an assassin. It was really unlucky.
I might as well ask Lone Bamboo Pavilion to send people to the East Palace next time for a good show. Although it lacks some atmosphere, it is more stable than before.
His legs were so frightened that he held the bed with his hands. He did not stand up after several attempts, so he could only wave his hand indifferently: "My legs are so weak that I can't walk anymore."
It is also a skill to be so confident and confident as to be as timid as a mouse, otherwise a person would not be able to stand firm in the position of prince.
The tall and thin man was speechless and squatted down.
Xie Mengxia pushed him away in disgust and said weakly: "If you want to hug me, the princess will hug me."
Everyone looked up and wanted to vomit.
Han Changmu sent away the pretentious prince and threw the half-dead Hu Ji to Meng Suigai.
He originally got the news that there was a rebellion in Guzhu Hall by the judges of the previous dynasty, so he came to investigate, but unexpectedly he encountered Hu Ji assassinating the prince.
Is it because she is unbelievably lucky, or is someone pushing Hu Ji, who has mediocre skills, to be used as cannon fodder?
He stopped in front of the Guzhu Pavilion for a while, then walked into the Fenghe Garden next door.
As soon as he entered the door, the rich smell of powder hit his face, which shocked him.
After nightfall, a prostitute in the "Fenghe Garden" in Beiqu, Pingkangfang, wrapped herself in gold and silver, and ran away when the court had the most men and was the busiest. Also missing with her was a waiter.
It is not uncommon for prostitutes to run away. Most of them run away with rotten scholars. This is the first time they run away with poor prostitutes.
In the middle of the night, two watchmen were walking together in Jing'an Square, and a few crows were heard in the empty night. One of the watchmen's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately held his stomach tightly, complaining that he had a stomachache, abandoned his companions, ran away and had diarrhea, and never came back.
At two o'clock in the morning, with the sound of morning drums, the gate of the square has just opened, and there is a row of morning food stalls at the east gate of Buzhengfang. There are grandma's tea and Erchen soup that are filled with medicinal fragrance and heat, and fried Qiong leaves that are browned and crispy. Hehuan cakes, and steamed buns and sesame cakes with various fillings, but only the half-grown man selling Yunying noodles here did not come out of the stall. There were old people and old women shaking their heads. It was still young people who couldn't bear the hardship and were slacking off.
The sky is slightly white, and the smell of powder in Pingkangfang Beiqufenghe Garden has not yet dissipated. The elderly women are busy lighting up the stove and preparing for breakfast. A young boy wearing short clothes is running away. The chamber pot was used to clean the courtyard, while the strong man who kept watch yawned again and again and went to sleep after his shift.
Han Changmu woke up in a daze. He was a little dazed from his sleep. His body was very limp after a hangover. He leaned over slightly and looked around.
The smell of fragrant powder in this room is so strong that the furniture, screens and window lattice are all exquisite and extraordinary. One flower bag alone costs ten taels of silver. It is really extravagant.
In the silence, Han Changmu heard another person's breathing. He turned around and saw a young girl lying next to him. He was startled. When did he get into the habit of drinking and having sex.
He lifted the corner of the quilt and took a look. Although he was only wearing a moon-white coat, he was neat and tidy, with nothing wrong at all. He felt startled.
Immortal jump? No, it's already dawn, and no one is knocking on the door to extort money.
Rubbing his aching forehead, Han Changmu still remembered why he came to Fengheyuan, but he couldn't remember how he lay down after drinking too much. He usually had a good drinker, so why did he lie down after just a few glasses of wine? Well, it seems that I have been careless about others.
At this moment, the young girl slowly woke up, and her eyes met with Han Changmu's. Their eyes met with the light of calcium carbide.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she sat up wrapped in a quilt with a look of horror on her face. The scream was stuck in her throat, and she was about to scream: "Who are you? You, you, who are you? Why are you lying on my back?" on the bed.”
Han Changmu rested his arms on his head. He didn't do anything anyway. He made up his mind not to admit the blame. Then he said with an indifferent expression: "I should ask you this. Who are you and why are you in so-and-so's room."
The girl had a puzzled look on her face. She loosened the quilt and saw that her clothes were neatly dressed. She frowned slightly. Could it be that she drank too much flower wine in Fenghe Garden and went to the wrong room when she was half drunk and half awake, so she only slept for one night. , did nothing.
She looked at Han Changmu intently. His eyebrows were sparse and his eyes were slender and raised upward. He had an aura of nobility that was not found in ordinary people. She couldn't help but clicked her tongue. When did she have such good concentration, facing such a good situation? How could he bear his appearance? That's all. Since this handsome young man is the leader of the party in Feng Heyuan, there is no need to worry about him being held responsible afterwards. However, even though he did nothing, he still spent money on drinks. To give.
After understanding this, the girl hurriedly put on her clothes, tidied up neatly, threw two taels of silver over with her backhand, and said with a bit of heartache: "Don't worry, you can spend as much as you want on the drinks. I won't default on my debt."
Han Changmu's hair was covered with money. He watched the girl putting on her shoes, getting dressed, opening the door, and Shi Shiran leaving without changing her expression and her heart not beating. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He felt that he was being treated as someone from Fenghe Garden. At the beginning of the trip, not only did he sleep with someone, but he also earned two taels of silver. There was a sneer on the corner of his lips. It was interesting, a bit interesting.
The door was suddenly pushed open again, and the girl came back again. She poked half of her head into the door, lingered on Han Changmu for a moment, her almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, and she said with a smile: "Hey, what's your flower name? I'll drink flowers next time." Wine, I’m still looking for you.”
"..."
The voices in Fenghe Garden gradually started to rise. Han Changmu couldn't figure out who set up such a trap and why. With an indifferent expression, he lay quietly for a moment, then stood up and dressed, but he touched a cold sign.
Han Changmu picked it up and took a look. The sign had smooth tentacles and a faint iron smell. It was made of black iron. There were three large editions of "Jingzhaofu" engraved on the front and four small editions of "Joining the Army Yao Yao" on the back. The pen is sharp and has deep carvings. It is undoubtedly a government item.
He raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the girl just now was from Jingzhao Mansion. She came without official robes. It must be a private matter. He frowned slightly. What kind of private matter could a girl have in a place like this?
Well, drinking flower wine and sleeping at the end of the trip is unconventional.
The door was pushed open again, and Meng Suige bowed and said, "Sir."
Han Changmu tied up his belt and said with an indifferent expression: "Let's go to Wuwei Winery."
At the beginning of autumn, the leaves of the trees all over Chang'an City seemed to have turned yellow overnight. The autumn chrysanthemums on the streets bloomed in the autumn wind.
In the morning light, Yao Yao tied his horse outside the Chang'an County Yamen, took the crispy Qiong leaves from He Denglu's hand, and ate them while walking.
Today, the Qiong leaves are evenly sliced and roasted with honey, crispy and slightly sweet. It tastes full of flavor and makes the sound of snowflakes when chewed.
"Boss Yao, you are a little late today. This morning meal has almost become lunch." He Denglou said as he walked up the stairs, not forgetting to wipe his sticky hands on the reins.
The handsome young man flashed through Yao Yao's mind like a gust of clear wind. She finished the Su Qiong Ye in three bites and yawned: "It's so fierce. I need to wake up. Is everyone here?" ."
He Denglu nodded: "They are all at the west gate of Changshou Fang."
Yao Yao held the sword at his waist and raised his long eyebrows: "You go to the west gate, and I'll go to the east gate of Fengyifang. The Tingwei Mansion will escort the prison car over in a while, so there can be no trouble."
Flags were flying on the execution ground between Changshou Fang and Fengyi Fang, and it was surrounded by crowds. The innermost layer was the government officials, while the people outside were waiting eagerly.
A few days ago, the Tingwei Mansion and the Ministry of Punishment reviewed the list of autumn decisions several times and presented them to the saint. With a stroke of his pen, the saint chose the day of Beginning of Autumn to cut them all off.
Yao Yao glanced at the execution ground. The Autumn Judgment happened every year, and many people watched it every year. The heads of the condemned prisoners were pushed to the execution ground outside Changshou Square so that the people in the city could watch. mean.
But whether it can scare people is unknown, but the number of people watching the excitement is increasing year by year. I really don’t know what to see in this bloody scene.
She frowned. This year's Autumn Jue was particularly different. Yesterday, the documents were delivered to Jingzhao Mansion. She took a look and saw that not only were there 10% more people beheaded than in previous years, but there were also female dependents. It seemed that this saint had exceeded his expectations of destiny. As I age, I let myself go more and more year by year, and the violent little universe inside me completely explodes, which is so scary.
Which book says that people with a bad temper are short-lived? It seems that if a saint wants to live long, he must cultivate his temper.
These words were treasonous, but Yao Yao did not have the consciousness of being a minister. Her light green official robe was like the leaves of early autumn, which were everywhere in Chang'an City. No one cared, and she didn't care either. She picked up people's bowls and smashed people's pots. I was very happy to smash it.
It is said that time is like a butcher's knife. The knife makes people grow old, but the past is still vivid in our minds.
It has been fifteen years since the saint ascended the throne in the first year of Yong'an.
Within fifteen years, the capital was moved from Jinling City to Chang'an City.
In the past fifteen years, the dead are no longer mentioned, and the living have their own new lives.
In the first year of Yong'an, when the saint first ascended the throne as emperor, Yao Yao, who was in his twenties, inexplicably traveled from modern times to this place and became a five-year-old girl.
Fifteen years have passed. In the prison of Tingwei Mansion, the young man who was kind to me half a piece of sesame cake, collected money to support his internal affairs, and sent him to Ye Ting to survive. There is no news at all. I've never seen him again, I'm afraid it's a bad thing.
When she first entered Yeting, she changed her surname to Yao according to the rules, accepted and got used to the name Yao Yao, and was forced to forget the identity of Chen Yao Yao and the past life that she could never return to.
In the past fifteen years, Yao Yao figured out where he was. It was a Jing Dynasty that had not been recorded in history books. Looking at the organization of Chang'an City, it seemed a bit like the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but the saint was not that saint. The minister is not that famous minister, and has no resemblance to the Tang Dynasty.
At first she had fantasies, thinking that one day she would wake up and be in her previous life when she opened her eyes. But after so many years of dreaming, she would still be Yao Yao after waking up from the dream.
