Zhao Qingsong left the west side room and slowly walked back to the small hall door. After walking a few steps, a strange thought came to his mind: "Perhaps, when I leave Jin Yiwei and Ouchi, I can take Princess Fulong with me? "
As soon as this thought came up, Zhao Qingsong felt a shock all over. Regardless of the difficulty of taking people out of the palace, if this behavior alone was discovered, it would be a serious crime of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan!
He thought about it again and felt that it was not a big deal. He thought in his heart: "Princess Fulong is a lonely princess who has been forgotten by the world. I am afraid that the current Holy Emperor has no idea that there is such a cousin of his in the palace. If he If you know this, what will you do with Princess Fulong? Drive her out of the palace? Order the eunuchs to kill her? Or just give her a decree and grant her a marriage?"
Zhao Qingsong has been in the palace for several years. Although he has never seen Emperor Chenghua in person, he has heard a lot about it. It is said that Emperor Chenghua always has a sad face and stutters when he has nothing to do. He is a person with a severe stutter, but when he gets things done Later, he was extremely generous and kind. Not only did he restore the reign title of Zhu Qiyu Jingtai, but he also rehabilitated Yu Qian, the Minister of War!
Emperor Daizong Zhu Qiyu abolished the crown prince position of the current emperor. The current emperor not only did not hold grudges, but restored Zhu Qiyu's reign title. He acted so generously. It is thought that if Zhu Qiyu's daughter was discovered, he would not kill him. He would probably marry her directly. A kid from a wealthy family in Beijing got married!
However, the existence of Princess Fulong involves too many entangled interests. Even if she gets married, she will never be able to escape the vortex of power, and the end will definitely not be good!
Zhao Qingsong has seen the tragic end of too many people who were defeated in power struggles!
He thought wildly for a long time, and then suddenly thought: "I took Zhu Miaoying out of the palace. Who do I belong to her? Am I her best friend? It is understandable that Zhu Miaoying thinks so. If I think so too, how can I be hers?" Isn’t it too naive? Besides, will she agree? "
Zhao Qingsong returned to the small hall door and looked at the bright moon hanging in the black sky.
How many desolate years have passed, the bright moon still shines on the ground as it did a long, long time ago.
He did not practice marksmanship, so he stuck the bright silver gun on the red wall, pulled out the Xiuchun knife, and slowly used the sword technique!
The master mainly taught him marksmanship, but also weapons such as swords and sticks that are common in martial arts. Seeing that he learned quickly and well, the master also taught him other masters!
Spear skills and sword skills are completely different, but they share the same principles, and they are both the methods of his sect!
After finishing the sword technique and returning the sword to its sheath, Zhao Qingsong let out a long breath.
In early autumn, the city of Beijing is already slightly chilly.
It will be August 15th in a few days. It is a big day. What to do? You should make a decision as soon as possible!
Zhao Qingsong held the spear, and a python came out of the hole and moved out of Qishan in one move. He stabbed out six spear flowers. Then he turned around and swung the spear, making a soft buzzing sound. !
As the noise became louder and louder, Zhao Qingsong was already dancing his spear up and down, like a living dragon!
After finishing a set of spear skills, Zhao Qingsong was slightly out of breath.
He put the spear aside and sat on the threshold. Another thought came to his mind: "Why did I have the idea of taking Zhu Miaoying away? Why?"
After thinking secretly for a long time, Zhao Qingsong had an extremely bold thought that he had never thought of before: "Could it be that I like her?!"
As soon as this idea came out, Zhao Qingsong broke out in a cold sweat!
He stood up in a panic, paced back and forth impatiently for a few times, and then thought it was just his random thoughts, and thought to himself: "How is it possible? This idea is pure nonsense! If you say that I pity Zhu Miaoying's life experience, that's right. , to say that I like her, where do I start?"
Zhao Qingsong recalled the various experiences he had when he was a child. He was so similar to her. He lost his mother when he was young and was very far away from his father. Whenever he saw Zhu Miaoying's tearful and helpless look, he thought I can’t help but think back to my childhood self!
Zhu Miaoying may be three points better than him in some aspects. At least Zhu Miaoying still has a relic left by her mother for her to mourn, but she has nothing!
He doesn't even have the slightest impression of his mother, because her mother died when she was giving birth to him!
He couldn't even hear information about his mother from other people's descriptions, because others contemptuously called his dead mother a witch.
"I should just look at her for pity." Zhao Qingsong couldn't help but think: "No! No! I'm not pitying Zhu Miaoying, I'm just pitying myself when I was a child!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that his whole body relaxed, as if liking Zhu Miaoying was some kind of huge burden!
Of course, he didn't realize this himself.
Zhao Qingqing turned around a few more times, chuckled, and said to herself: "I really think too much. The moonlight is yellow at night, and the light in the west room is dim. I don't even know what Zhu Miaoying looks like. What is her appearance?" I haven’t seen clearly whether she’s beautiful, ugly, fat, thin, white or black. How about whether I like her or not? Let’s talk about it later whether we should take her out of the palace or not.”
A lonely night passed quickly with Zhao Qingsong inexplicably entangled.
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A man should have a sharp long knife. No matter whether the blade is stained with blood or covered with old rust, as long as the blade is shaken slightly, it will still be as bright as new and cut iron like mud!
——Zhao Qingsong
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At dawn, Zhao Qingsong took over the shift. After eating, he returned to Jinyi Guardhouse and slept until dusk.
After getting up, Zhao Qingsong took a shower, had dinner, put on casual clothes, and walked around the Dashilar Overpass.
Thinking of his best friend Zhu Miaoying, he felt inexplicably warm in his heart.
In the intrigues and deceptions of the palace, it is like a dream to have a friend who is so innocent that he is a bit silly!
Moreover, this good friend is also a princess. Although she is a princess who has reached the extreme level of poverty, no matter how depressed she is, she is still a princess!
According to the rules, if ordinary people like him dare to discuss friendship with relatives of the emperor, this is transgression!
According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, the greater the crime, the more serious the crime will be beheading!
But Zhao Qingsong doesn't care. Firstly, according to the current situation in the palace, no one else will know about this matter for the time being. Secondly, he is confident that this matter will no longer exist before others know about it!
Because he has made up his mind to leave the place of right and wrong!
Zhao Qingsong carefully selected several snacks and cooked food. Considering that Zhu Miaoying seemed to have a bigger appetite than him, he ordered a meal for three people!
Inside, he wrapped the delicious food with oil paper, tied it into a package, and carried it on his shoulder. Zhao Qingsong returned to the Jinyi Guardhouse and changed into official uniform, put on his embroidered spring knife, picked up the bright silver gun, and saw that it was almost time. , and then followed the patrol team directly to the small hall gate to take over.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the palace, he bumped into Wei Ying in the aisle, who was leading a large group of people.
All the imperial guards hurriedly stepped aside to make way for Wei Ying, the leader of the Hundred Households!
Wei Ying walked to the team and stood still, squinting at the Jinyiwei team.
Everyone did not dare to look directly and lowered their heads to listen for instructions.
Wei Ying scanned the Jin Yiwei team three times with satisfaction and said, "Priest Jia invited the Talisman God for Concubine Wan Gui a few days ago. Your Majesty has an order saying that Priest Jia will perform a great ritual in the Imperial Garden on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Please ask the God of Talisman to go down to the realm to bring blessings and longevity to Concubine Wan Gui. Now you have to work overtime to build a grand stage and a grand stage in the Imperial Garden. They must be completed within three days. From today on, the palace guards and those who are on duty in unimportant places will The relevant personnel will all be reduced, and they will go to the Imperial Garden with me every day to be on duty, you - you - you..."
Wei Ying poked her fingers and called his name one by one. Finally, to Zhao Qingsong's surprise, he called his name!
Zhao Qingsong couldn't help but feel very depressed, secretly thinking about how to find an excuse to go to the small hall gate, and at least put the delicious food and drink in the west room first.
Unfortunately, although Zhao Qingsong was extremely smart, he racked his brains and couldn't think of a perfect excuse. He could only helplessly join the queue behind Wei Ying and follow Wei Ying straight to the Royal Garden in the north.
"Oh, Zhu Miaoying, Zhu Miaoying, it's not that I don't abide by the agreement, but there is really no other way. You can only go hungry tonight." Zhao Qingsong sighed helplessly.
When they arrived at the Imperial Garden, the imperial guards first placed their spears and baggage in the lounge, and then Wei Ying assigned them to their posts one by one.
Zhao Qingsong was assigned to the North Palace Gate of the Imperial Garden to guard people entering and exiting.
At this time, the sky has completely darkened, and the usually quiet Imperial Garden is now as lively as a vegetable market. Lantern balls, torches, and bright pine trees illuminate the entire Imperial Garden like daylight!
Zhao Qingsong did not dare to be careless. He opened his eyes wide and observed every move of the construction workers. They came in and out. After watching for a long time, he found that there seemed to be something strange about this group of construction workers!
As for the specific method, he couldn't tell. He just felt that these people were all tall and strong, with big shoulders and round waists. They didn't look like people who had been working hard for many years!
The common people who do dirty work often have no clothes to cover their bodies, no food to eat, and are exposed to wind, sun and rain. They are all skinny and dry, and their skin color is dark!
And none of this group of people is skinny and dark, they are all covered in bronze and big muscles. They don't look like ordinary people doing coolies, but more like a group of green forest heroes wielding knives and guns!
What caught Zhao Qingsong's attention the most was the tall Taoist priest who was leading the command. Others said that this man was Taoist Jia, who was regarded as a god by His Majesty and Concubine Wan Gui!
Zhao Qingsong secretly observed this Taoist Master Jia for a long time, and realized that this man was definitely not a fairy-like Taoist priest, but a great master of swordsmanship!
Because this person is agile, his steps are light and tight, his movements are fast and coordinated, like a cheetah hunting!
Moreover, his right arm is obviously three-thirds thicker than his left arm, and the calluses on the palm and mouth of his right hand are extremely thick. Whenever he waves his right arm, he will reveal a strong sense of strength and fierce killing intent!
Judging from the angle and speed of waving his right arm, this person's right hand is extremely good at heavy sword techniques such as the horse sword, ghost head sword, and nine-ring sword. !
