On a cold winter night, heavy snow fell, and the biting wind howled, sweeping through the empty streets. In this quiet moment, Chang Yu and Qing Luo were locked in a dark cell.
The cell was damp and cold, and the eerie atmosphere was suffocating. They were tied together and huddled in a corner, facing the cold wall, unable to move.
The dungeon is dark and damp. The moss on the walls and the cobwebs in the corners are reminiscent of the long years of being enclosed here. The air in the cell was filled with a dull smell of rust, which seemed to warn those trying to escape of the ruthlessness and indifference here.
As the night progressed, the temperature in the cell gradually dropped, and cold wind blew in through the narrow windows, making people feel even colder.
"This Xuanqing is really not a good person. We used to take good care of him when he came out of the Prime Minister's Palace. Now, he actually breaks his promise and kills us!"
Chang Gu complained angrily.
Hearing this, Qing Luo glanced at him sideways, "He just wanted to force the master to come out. He probably won't really kill us."
"We are just two insignificant people. He is the king of a country. If you kill him, you will kill him!"
"It's just a pity that I have to die in a foreign land at such a young age that I have never even been married."
"..." Qing Luo took a deep breath, "Save your strength, the master will not let us die."
"Haha." Chang Yu smiled bitterly, "You are so optimistic. This is the Northern Kingdom. The master and Xuanqing have deep grudges. I am afraid that even the master will not be spared."
Qing Luo rolled her eyes silently, not bothering to say another word to him, so she just closed her eyes and fell asleep.
…
That night, Xuanqing almost stayed up all night. He sat alone at the desk, his eyes staring at the dark night as if they had no focus, and the expression on his face actually had a hint of vagueness. Soft light.
It wasn't until morning time that he changed his clothes and went to the court.
The courtiers of the Northern Kingdom also unexpectedly discovered today that the monarch, who used to have an ugly face every time he went to court, and was as cold as frost, actually had a little more warmth on his face today.
"My dear friends, do you have any original memorial? If you don't have this memorial, I will withdraw from the court."
As soon as Xuan Qing finished speaking, a minister stood up.
"Your Majesty, last night the Marquis of Liangzhou of the Yin State, Yin Luzhu, sent a document in front of him, saying that he had just arrived in Liangzhou to take office and came to visit the monarch. He also brought the most precious treasure of the Yin State, which he wanted to present to the monarch."
Xuanqing's eyes brightened slightly.
"The most precious treasure of the Yin Kingdom?"
He murmured in a low voice, and then chuckled, "In this case, let her come to the palace to see you."
…
At night, the sound of silk and bamboo music in Beigong echoes inside, and the lights are bright and magnificent.
Yin Luzhu walked slowly into the hall under the leadership of the eunuch.
Xuanqing's eyes fell on her since she entered the palace.
Her silk hair is as green as emerald, hanging down from her shoulders, her lips are as red as honey, her dimples are smiling, her clothes are light, embroidered with peach blossoms, and her steps are light, like the wind blowing willows.
Amidst the sound of pipa, she has picturesque eyebrows with a little cinnabar, charming eyes like silk, long slender fingers, and jade hairpins.
That beauty's smile seems to make the mountains and rivers change color.
Yin Luzhu came forward and bowed Yingying, "Foreign minister Yin Luzhu pays homage to the Northern Emperor."
Xuanqing's eyes tightened slightly, but the courtiers were startled. This... I never heard that Yin Luzhu was so... virtuous!
"Haha." Xuanqing laughed softly, "You are so charming to the country, why do you need to dress up?"
