Leng Linjiang grabbed a folding fan next to him and shook it gently. He put on the look of a carefree dandy and smiled enigmatically: "You will grow old with no merit or demerits."
Liu Jinghong looked at Leng Linjiang, who had been pretending to be a playboy for decades. He was tired. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, can't I write it?"
He is a man who is about to become an official, but he still cares whether others are pretending, whether their secrets will be revealed, and whether they are making a fuss or not.
Isn’t this just looking for trouble for yourself when you are full and have nothing to do?
However, after Leng Linjiang succeeded him as the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, his life might not be so easy.
Thinking of this, Liu Jinghong looked away from Leng Linjiang, and his expression became more gloating.
He disliked Leng Linjiang, but he still felt sorry for Leng Linjiang, a poor child without a father and a mother, as if he were his own nephew. He glanced at Leng Linjiang and then looked at him again.
Liu Jinghong was really worried about him.
He is a first-class expert at pretending to be stupid, pretending to be confused, and pretending to be a dandy, but he is still far from good at playing the golden mean.
He picked up the pen to write the excerpts, and when he started writing, it was as if it was extremely difficult, and the difficulty couldn't be any more difficult. He thought about this all his life, and he had been careful and mediocre all his life. .
The morning light was rising on this day, and the door of Qingxu Hall had been closed for four days, but there was still no sign of opening. A curl of green smoke escaped from the crack in the closed door.
The fist-sized purple gold copper door nails were shrouded in blue smoke. The door nails were smooth and emitted a warm but bright light.
Gao Fuguo stood at the door of Qingxu Hall. He stayed there restlessly for four days, his back sore and his legs weak.
Seeing that the door did not open according to the hour, his heart clenched violently. Even after taking several breaths, he could not calm down his uneasy heart. The cold sweat on his body had already soaked through his clothes, getting wet and dry again. Wet, exuding an indescribable smell.
The little eunuch next to him saw Gao Fuguo's body swaying, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him walk to the little Taozi next to him, and said sadly: "Father, you have been here for four days, sit down and rest for a while. ."
Gao Fuguo shook his head and sighed with a sad face, full of words that he couldn't say.
The saint began to believe more and more in the words of those wise and wise men. Every month he went into retreat for half a day, then one or two days, and now he retreats for four days.
After four days of seclusion, the government was left alone. What kind of sign is this?
He didn't dare to say it, or even think about it.
These thoughts together are treasonous and immoral.
The Qingxu Hall is adjacent to the Taiye Pond. It was originally called the Qingliang Hall. It was originally the best place to cool off in the summer and enjoy the view. Later, the two old Taoists who were known as real immortal masters pinched their fingers and calculated that this place was a Qingxiu Temple. Treasure land.
The Qingliang Hall has since been renamed the Qingxu Hall. On weekdays, two old Taoists would practice here, specifically refining elixirs for Emperor Yong'an.
In the Qingxu Hall is a huge golden brick floor. The wall facing the door of the hall is where the Three Purities are offered. Smoke curls up from the altar, making the Three Purities statues hazy.
In front of the huge walls on the left and right sides, two stepped candlesticks were placed, with white candles placed from the ground to under the beams.
The dim candlelight reflected on the bright golden brick floor, clusters swaying like stars in the sky.
The brilliance flickers in and out, making those who watch feel dizzy.
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Emperor Yong'an sat cross-legged for four whole days. His piety could not match his age. Although the ground was covered with thick bright yellow embroidered Buddha's hand futon, after sitting cross-legged for four days, one of his legs was no longer his own. It's stiff and numb when I don't move, and it hurts unbearably when I move.
He glanced for a moment, then turned to look at the closed door of the alchemy room. His expression changed slightly, and his forehead twitched involuntarily.
Flustered! Short of breath! He needs the elixir!
He put his hands hard on the futon, trying to use the force to stand up. The veins on the backs of his hands and arms protruded, almost breaking the thin layer of old skin.
Seeing this, the two young Taoist boys with delicate features rushed forward, supported Emperor Yong'an on one side and pulled him up again and again.
Emperor Yong'an's body swayed, and he held the little Taoist boy's hand tightly before barely standing still.
In these four days, he only drank some tea brewed with morning dew, and never took a bite of food. When he suddenly stood up, his vision went dark, and he almost fell to the ground again.
He grabbed the little Taoist boy's hand tightly and asked breathlessly: "Master Immortal, are you out yet?"
The little Taoist boy shook his head: "Your Majesty, don't be anxious. The elixir will be ready sooner or later, and the immortal master will have it long ago."
That said, Emperor Yong'an also knew that there was an iron gate across the way. No matter how anxious he was, it would not help. The best way was to wait patiently.
But he couldn't calm down, so he shook off the little Taoist boy's hand and took two steps back and forth with his hands behind his back.
No, dizzy! Dazzled! Legs are weak! He needs the elixir to save his life!
Just when he thought he was about to faint, the door of the alchemy room creaked open, a wave of heat hit his face, and then two men wearing neat indigo blue robes came out.
The one walking in front walked with steady square steps. He was in his early fifties, slightly fat, with thin eyebrows, thin eyes, and thin lips. He had a slight smile, his skin was smooth and elastic, and he had a long gray beard on his chin. He's just used to being pampered.
The man walking behind was about twenty-seven or twenty-seven years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a handsome figure, and a more fairy-like temperament than the man in front.
When Emperor Yong'an saw these two people coming out, he immediately stopped feeling dizzy, his eyesight was no longer blurred, his waist was no longer sore, and his legs were no longer painful. He walked forward to greet them with flying strides: "Qingyuan Immortal Master, the elixir is ready." ?”
The man walking in front bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, the elixir has been prepared. Fortunately, this poor man has lived up to his mission."
As he said that, the younger man behind him respectfully handed over a brocade box. The square box was lined with a piece of bright yellow brocade. There was a dark brown pill lying in the brocade, which was no more than the size of a thumb. , there is a faint fluorescent light on it, and it is not ordinary at first glance.
Emperor Yong'an was overjoyed and stretched out his hand to grab the elixir.
As soon as he put the elixir to his lips, he heard a loud "rumbling" sound like an earth shaking, which shook the entire Qingxu Palace violently.
Before he could recover, a heat wave roared out from the alchemy room, like a hurricane, knocking the two iron doors of the alchemy room to the ground, making a loud "bang bang" sound.
Then this heat wave swept through the Qingxu Hall with the force of breaking bamboos,
Emperor Yong'an and the others could not stand in the hurricane and swayed. The heat wave rolled on their skin, causing a series of stinging blisters.
"Master Immortal, Master Immortal, this is, what is going on?
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. "Emperor Yong'an was stunned to see the priceless golden nanmu confession being tossed to the ground by the heat wave, and the Sanqing statue on it crackling into broken porcelain pieces.
The man named Qingyuan climbed two steps with difficulty in the heat wave. He looked at the cracked beams in fear and shouted hoarsely: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
As soon as he finished speaking, the huge candlestick on the east side fell down and hit a little Taoist boy.
The little Taoist boy wailed miserably, and the dying candle flame ignited the indigo blue Taoist robe on his body.
The flames grew in the wind, and the burning skin was hot and stinging. The little Taoist boy screamed and wailed, twisting his body to put out the blazing flames.
But a heavy candlestick was pressed tightly against his body, and he was unable to break free. After struggling for only a moment, he stopped moving.
Several more huge explosions came from the alchemy room, almost overturning most of the Qingxu Palace.
Wisps of flames ignited the futon curtains, and the bright fire suddenly exploded. The fire whistled in the wind and quickly burned the beams along the pillars and walls.
Emperor Yong'an used all his strength to crawl behind the closed palace door, banged on the door vigorously, and shouted in a heartbroken voice: "Help, help, help quickly."
Gao Fuguo stood outside the Qingxu Hall. When the alchemy furnace exploded and made the first loud noise, he had already noticed that something was wrong, and ordered the little eunuch next to him to call the Yulin Army, quickly.
As soon as the young eunuch walked out a few steps, several loud "bang" sounds were heard from the back hall of Qingxu Hall, and a thick black smoke rose into the sky from the roof of the back hall.
The crackling sound was deafening, and the scorching firelight escaped along the cracks in the windows and doors, licking everything that could burn inside and outside Qingxu Hall, and the surrounding area suddenly became hot.
The colorful glazed tiles were licked black by the tongues of fire and fell to the open space in front of the hall with a crackle.
Gao Fuguo's eyes widened when he saw it. He ran towards the palace door and shouted sternly: "It's gone, it's gone, hurry up, put out the fire, put out the fire."
He ran to the door of the palace, tripped over the steps, and fell heavily to the ground. However, he didn't feel any pain at all. He rushed to the door of the palace and slapped the already hot door with his hands, shouting at the top of his lungs. Get up: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
The door of Qingxu Hall is a cast iron door, which is extremely strong. When the door is closed from the inside, the sound inside is not easily heard.
Gao Fuguo patted the palace door several times, and the buzzing sound was filled with despair.
He looked around and saw that there was almost a fire on the window lattice, making a crackling sound.
There was a lot of noise around, and the sound of water being splashed and doors being broken came one after another.
The flames were scorching, but Gao Fuguo felt chilled all over. The shouts were thunderous, but he felt that there was deathly silence around him.
"Apse, apse, hurry up, Yulin Guards, go into the apse and rescue us, hurry up." Qiu Fu, the commander of the right and left guards of the Beiya Forbidden Army and the left guard of the Lin Army, shouted, leading the Yulin guards like crazy. He rushed into the Qingxu Hall from the half-collapsed back hall.
Gao Fuguo picked up a bucket of water and ran outside the smoke-filled apse. He poured the bucket of water from head to toe. He covered his mouth and nose with a soaked handkerchief and rushed into the fire as if he was going to die.
The feet were covered with hot rocks and rubble, and the fire burned the wet clothes, causing white mist to rise.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty." The shouts came one after another, spreading far and wide in the dark hall.
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