In order not to attract the attention of the supervisory envoy, Xu Weixian did not escape directly to the far east, but chose to go around the south quickly.
After leaving the land of Xishu, there were strict blockades everywhere. Proof of identity was required to enter and exit the city. He used a blind trick and successfully entered a city. The first ray of morning light fell and shouts rang out on the street. He walked around and watched the flowers. As if passing by several main streets, I later realized that there were many women and people on the street.
Among those women, some were wearing coarse linen clothes, straw sandals and thorn hairpins, killing fish and selling meat, squatting at the stalls, some wearing cotton skirts, applying makeup and powder, doing abacus behind the counter, and there were many children dressed in street clothes passing by chatting and laughing.
He went all the way east with a strange mood. This phenomenon became more and more popular. He heard that the prince advocated that women should take on various important responsibilities and maintain the prosperity of all walks of life when there were few men. He heard that the prince had opened an educational institution. Wu Lei's academy teaches people to have certain skills. He heard that the prince was promoting martial arts and advocated the practice of martial arts by all people.
Xu Weixian found that the people here were more open-minded and straightforward, with the informality of warriors, and they also respected women a lot.
But he still heard the discordant voices. The gentry and literati criticized the decline of society at the wine table. Women could actually practice martial arts and show themselves in public. Those rough mountain people hoped that someone would prepare meals when they got home. Towels and footbaths instead of making money with your wife.
But they couldn't say it loudly, because there was a war on the front line, and they needed men and food and grass. If they didn't have anything, their families would be destroyed and they would be dragged to the battlefield.
Xu Weixian was amazed and found the best weapon to criticize the prince. Combined with the intelligence he got not long ago, even if he didn't like to use conspiracy, he would still conspire, all just to bring down the prince and end Daqian's rule. .
He sent a letter to the imperial capital, and an undercurrent suddenly surged.
"That's unreasonable!" Zhan Changfeng was angry. Emperor Jing actually asked her to get the Qianbao Glaze Cup in person.
"Your Highness, the plague has spread, this matter must not be delayed." Bai Qi, who had already agreed to the conditions, said anxiously.
Zhan Changfeng was helpless, "Where is Bingxin Snow Lotus?"
"There is no second Ice-Hearted Snow Lotus in the world." Bai Qi hesitated for a moment, "Pindao checked it for Master Yuanjue. After he ate the Ice-Hearted Snow Lotus, he was immune to all poisons and the effect of the medicine was still left on him. In the body, if you want to extract all the medicinal effects from his body, I am afraid that all of his blood will be needed."
"Is there no other substitute besides Bingxin Snow Lotus? Is this the only recipe that can be used?!"
"I am ashamed of myself."
The officials nearby petitioned one after another, "I hope His Highness will leave Qingzhou as soon as possible", "Your Highness's rich body must not stay in such a dangerous place" and "I implore Your Highness to leave"!
If Qingzhou is gone, what will happen to the backup of the army that conquers the west, what will happen to the food and grass, and what will happen to Shimen Pass.
She couldn't cut off the retreat of General Shimenguan and the army marching to the west.
Zhan Changfeng paced for a long time, and then made a cruel decision, "Seal the south of the city and the refugee camps outside the city, and burn them if things get out of hand."
She wants to burn the hundreds of thousands of refugees who have been infected or may be infected with the plague!
Everyone knelt in the meeting hall, unable to utter a word of advice in grief. None of them could say or refute such a cruel order.
"Your Highness, this must not be done. How could the people deserve it!" Yuanjue burst into the palace, "The people are not guilty, and you are not guilty either. Why do you have to bear the reputation of cruelty? The young monk is willing to sacrifice his life. If he can save them from fire and water, It’s also a meritorious thing.”
Zhan Changfeng's eyes were heavy, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"My Buddha is merciful, and the young monk is willing to sacrifice his body to lead me." Pratyekabuddha solemnly said.
"Okay, I will try my best to get back the Qianbao Glazed Lamp."
Zhan Changfeng looked at the dancing candlelight, with only his close associates around him, "What is going on in the Imperial Capital?"
"We are still investigating. Whether it is the gold medal that summoned you to withdraw your troops during the previous battle in Tuorong City, or the action of detaining the Qianbao Glazed Lamp, it seems that His Majesty the Emperor did it after his willfulness and impulse, and no ministers were involved." The scribe in Tsing Yi was cautious. He said, "Your Majesty, will it be detrimental to you?"
The palace had been cleaned up several times under her pretext, and there were people everywhere she had installed. She couldn't hide any trouble from her, unless it was a pillow blow.
If he wants to be stupid, he can continue to be stupid. He should never interfere in military affairs. "Contact the Duke of Zhen and ask him to appease the courtiers before returning to the court alone."
"Here."
Zhan Changfeng summoned his personal guards overnight and set out to rush back to the imperial capital. After walking under the stars and chasing the moon for nearly five days, he finally arrived at the palace.
She has been away fighting all year round and has not returned for three years. She lives in a tent and a shabby house, drinks dew and strong wine, and comes and goes in the presence of fire and smoke. When she first sees the spacious and magnificent palace in her memory, she feels like what year is it today? Trance.
However, this trance soon turned into a sharp feeling that belonged to His Royal Highness. He casually took off the black cloak on his body and handed it to the palace man, "Where is your father?"
The palace man lowered his eyebrows and said, "Jinglun Palace."
Jinglun Hall?
Zhan Changfeng frowned, why did she run to Jinglun Hall? Her father had never set foot in the study room for ten thousand years.
Jinglun Hall, the emperor's study room.
The ground is made of ink jade, the pillars are made of gold, the beams of thousand-year-old nanmu are placed horizontally, and the feet are inlaid with timeless jewels.
The palace attendants put incense into the furnace, and the aromatic fragrance escaped from the hollow cover, creating an ethereal and vast scene among the silk and bamboo. Eight rows of dancers danced lightly with long sleeves and slim figures, arousing affection.
In the warm and fragrant soft jade, the man's clothes were half-undressed, exposing a large area of his strong chest. Time seemed to favor him. He was nearly fifty years old, and his face was as handsome as when he was young. His eyes were deep, and he seemed to have deep feelings. His voice was deep, Magnetic and charming, his words are humorous and frivolous but seem to be bewitching.
The beauties on the left and right surrounded him with their breasts exposed, beating his shoulders and squeezing his legs. They were trying to seduce him, but they were seduced, and he was so confused.
The dancers formed a circle and danced, their white flowing skirts with wide sleeves dispersed and gathered together, gathered and dispersed again, trying to reject but also welcome.
Sizhu changed the tune, extremely ambiguous.
The enchanting beauty in red blooms in the pure white, with a slender waist and dexterous dancing. The most beautiful thing is to look back, with the peach blossoms reflected in the water and the red lips rosy.
As beautiful as a painting, dancing in the palm of your hand, the beauty in red spun around and sat in the arms of Emperor Daqian, "How do you think your concubine dances?"
"Madam, you are absolutely wonderful." Emperor Jing smiled leisurely.
Suddenly someone from the palace came to report, "His Royal Highness, I would like to see you."
Those four words startled the fat and thin beauties in Yanhuan, and they were completely thrown into chaos. The dancers, singers, singers, and musicians all rushed out, not even cleaning up their appearance. They didn't want to relive that day when they were raped by the prince. The desolation of being thrown to the forbidden area and standing under the waterfall for a night was just as desolate as Emperor Jing didn't want to relive the pain of being tied to the imperial mausoleum and kneeling for three days.
At that time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smiled very coldly: "You are really brave to use the Jinglun Palace to engage in fornication."
The civil servants and generals of Daqian were only thankful for one thing, that is, Emperor Jing of Qian loved the prince very much, and before he fell into disgrace, he threw the prince into the army and cultivated a god of war who could turn the tide and save the people from the fire.
However, something seems different today. Emperor Jing did not hurriedly tidy up his appearance as before, nor did he ask the palace servants to open the window to disperse the smell of decay. He leaned on the soft pillow with gold-faced embroidered clouds and cranes, hugged Mrs. Rong, and opened the bright yellow The clothes are like a sleeping beast with half-opened eyes, showing aloof majesty in its laziness.
"pass."
