After Yu Liancheng left, Baiyu Square was still silent, with only the slightly suppressed breathing sound.
"I've seen a lot of excitement today. Cao's visit was worth it, so I won't be a guest anymore." After a while, Cao Changqing laughed and walked away with Jiang Si.
"Li Yang's luck is gone, Xi Chu should sing loudly. Haha, the stage has been set up, you just finish singing and I will appear on the stage. Will Li Yang have the last laugh in this play? You all will wait and see."
All the civil and military officials were shocked, obviously hearing what Cao Guanzi meant.
The desire of Western Chu to restore the country is obvious.
The ministers were frustrated. Today was supposed to be the time to establish the crown prince, ennoble the kings, and show Liyang's strong national power, but they didn't want it to end like this.
Why are you messing with Emperor Murong Tong! ? Couldn't we have just let him go at that time?
A minister glanced at the Emperor of the Zhao family and saw that the latter's face was as dark as water and his eyes were cold, and he quickly looked away.
After learning that his luck had been destroyed, the emperor of the Zhao family looked extremely ugly.
A country's desire to continue its national destiny is closely related to its national destiny.
In the simplest terms, a prosperous country means good weather and good people.
However, when the national destiny is in decline, natural and man-made disasters are inevitable, and the opposite is true.
Coupled with the restless Xi Chu and the gradually out-of-control Jianghu, Liyang has entered a troubled period.
"Your Majesty, let's continue with the registration ceremony." Chief Assistant Zhang Julu said.
"Yes." Emperor Zhao's expression returned to its original state, but it was not clear what he was thinking.
Half an hour later, the originally grand ceremony ended hastily and all the officials dispersed. And what happened in the palace today also spread.
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The ceremony of side sealing the crown prince was the most eye-catching event in the capital.
Everyone was speculating whether Cao Changqing, who had walked into the palace three times like walking through the corridors, would show up.
Cao Changqing is charming and has a tragic color, so although he has always been at odds with the Liyang court, he has always been very popular among the people.
But he didn't expect that not only Cao Guanzi and Princess Jiang Si of Western Chu would appear, but also Xianzhi, the man from four hundred years ago and the second king in the world.
The most important thing is that Emperor Murong Tong also appeared.
Then there was a fight in Xilihutu, and of course Murong Shuangkui had the upper hand.
It is said that not only did he defeat all the masters of the Liyang court, but a true dragon qi machine also popped up and defeated the Wuying Palace where the government was discussed.
That guy, that formation, that dominance...don't even mention it.
It is said that this news reached the ears of a certain dandy prince in Beiliang. The prince slapped his thigh with a wire and said a mantra that he had not mentioned for a long time: "This is technical work, there is no reward."
After this battle, Murong Shuangkui, who was very famous among the people, had two different views.
Some people think that he is treasonous and has no regard for the king's laws, so he should implicate the nine clans. Some people also think that he is not afraid of the powerful, proud of the princes, and has a certain sense of style.
Of course, only important officials of the court or relatives of the emperor, such as Zhang Julu and Gu Jiantang, dared to say the former argument.
If you call someone else, you may be in trouble.
Murong Tonghuang, as a unique figure who monopolizes the leadership of Wu Criticism and Rouge Criticism, coupled with his previous appearance in Maweiyi, chatting and laughing with the girls without any pretense, has made a large number of female soldiers in the capital become his loyal fans. .
If they hear others say bad things about Murong Tonghuang, they will inevitably be taught a lesson.
Previously, there was a dandy who wanted to be in the limelight in the brothel. He would not stop talking and belittling Emperor Murong Tong with obscene words.
As a result, it was hung naked on the tree that night, and the wind and snow blew all night. When he was discovered the next day, he almost froze to death and lost most of his life. Later, when he went to a brothel, no courtesan was willing to receive him. He was kicked out of the brothel without losing his temper.
This group of women's soldiers is quite large in number. Among them are the rich and beautiful from the families of important officials in the imperial court, as well as the heroines and fairies who have wandered around the world. Anyone who offends them will not be able to live well.
In addition, the discussion about the traces of Emperor Murong Tong is also quite heated.
Some people think that he has left the capital. After all, he has offended the court in this way, and this is Tai'an City. He is not afraid of His Majesty's anger and directly summons a hundred thousand troops to besiege him. Some people think that he is still in the capital, and even witnessed it with his own eyes, and what he said is angular. But when the Women's Army came to her door, and after some questioning, she found out that she was lying for the sake of a gimmick, and that she was going to be beaten.
However, Emperor Murong Tong is indeed in Tai'an City.
In the mutton restaurant called "Jiujiu Hall".
A few days ago, Xu Weixiong brought Murong Tonghuang and Li Baishi to the Jiujiu Pavilion for a meal of mutton, which was regarded as fulfilling the promise made in front of the palace.
The mutton here really tastes good, not fishy or smelly, so I came back to Yuliancheng several times.
There were many aristocratic-looking carriages parked outside the Jiujiu Pavilion. Just looking at the posture, it made people feel that this was not a mutton-boiled restaurant, but a brothel and gambling house where big money was spent.
The plaque on the Jiujiu Pavilion was written by Master Song. It is not very large, with only a dozen tables on the first floor.
There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the restaurant, and there are no white people coming and going. There are old men in their 60s who are full of official aura, there are also young people who have the word "dandy" plastered on their faces, and there are also some majestic men with a strong sense of roughness.
Look, none of them are easy to mess with.
To be able to open such a restaurant, the proprietress here is certainly not an ordinary person, and the backstage is beyond imagination.
It's just that the landlady is not a stunning beauty, so Yu Liancheng has no idea of exploring further.
Unlike other call-with-friends seats, only one person came to Yulian City, appearing alone.
In fact, Murong Wuzhu and Li Baishi were also coming, but he drove them back.
Because he invited someone.
"Hey, boy, are you looking for me?"
The person Yu Liancheng wanted to invite came. He was an old man with a bad face and a bruise on his face. It seemed that he had been beaten not long ago.
This is Huang Sanjia, who was beaten twice in a row by Yu Liancheng. He saw that Yu Liancheng could have a good face, which was really weird.
Yu Liancheng smiled, with a rare hint of hospitality in his smile, and said: "Hey, Mr. Huang is here, please sit down."
Huang Sanjia snorted coldly, sat down with a cold face, picked up the kuaizi, tasted the mutton, and nodded slightly.
Yu Liancheng put down Kuai Zi, looked at the other person with a smile, and said without any surprise, "You look like you are going to die."
Huang Longshi snorted again, but did not deny that he did not have much life left.
"You always have to count ten or a hundred moves for your next chess move..." Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "So you must have counted the next battle between Beimang and Beiliang, as well as the turmoil in the Central Plains. And you must also have considered it. You have chosen a new master for the Central Plains. If I am not wrong, you have chosen Zhao Zhu, the crown prince of Prince Yanchi. Both Yuan Qingshan and Nalan Youci, the Northern Masters of the State, value this person very highly."
Huang Longshi's eyes finally showed surprise. He raised his head and glanced at him. After being silent for a long time, he said, "Why are you here with me?"
"Actually, I also chose someone, why don't you take a guess?" Yu Liancheng said with a smile.
Huang Longshi replied without thinking: "It's either Jiang Si of Western Chu or Xu Weixiong of Beiliang."
"You guessed it right, and I'll reward you with paying for today's mutton meal." Yu Liancheng exclaimed, clasping his hands.
Huang Longshi rolled his eyes in a very ungrateful manner, and replied coldly: "I have no money, not even a copper. To be honest, Xu Laizi's family is all one-sided. Can you persuade Xu Weixiong to become the empress? I’m very surprised.”
Yu Liancheng said: "Are you interested in changing your bet to a dark horse of mine? I guarantee you will make a lot of money."
"Not interested in."
"Oh?" The divine light flashed in Yulian City, and the voice became louder and louder, but only Huang Longshi could hear it.
"Don't you want to witness true eternal peace? Don't you want there to be more scholars in this world? Don't you want to cut off the connection between the world and heaven? Don't want the world to have no distinction between noble and humble. Everyone can create a new world with their own strength. A career?"
His words seemed to have the power to stir people's hearts, causing the heaven and earth to change color, and the rising sun to rise in the east, shining brightly.
"I know you have many back-ups hidden. Come on, give all the back-ups you hide to Xu Weixiong. She will realize your idea, she will bring peace to the world, and she will give scholars all over the world a chance. And I, I will cut off the connection between heaven and earth, so that the self-righteous guys in the sky will no longer dare to go down to the world at will and play a boring game where you sing and I come on."
Huang Sanjia was silent for a moment, put down Kuaizi, and looked directly at Yu Liancheng with a pair of cloudy eyes: "Murong Tonghuang, you know a lot?! You understand my thoughts very well?!"
Yu Liancheng shrugged: "Maybe it's because I am also the one who accidentally fell into the book."
Huang Longshi's body was shaken, and his eyes were even more surprised.
After a while, he stood up suddenly and sneered: "I will consider Xu Weixiong's matter carefully. As for you, don't talk nonsense. Wang Xianzhi plus a tall tree dew is enough for you to drink a pot. Do you still want to be like the unprecedented one?" We won’t talk about it until Qingming Festival is over next year.”
After taking a few steps, Huang Longshi stopped again: "By the way, a demon is about to appear in the West. It's up to you how to deal with it. Now you are Murong Shuangkui, hahaha."
Yu Liancheng strode to catch up with Huang Longshi and kicked the latter's butt: "Don't pretend to be in front of me."
Huang Longshi limped away. Before leaving, he glared at Yu Liancheng fiercely, and took the two most expensive bottles of wine and wrote them down on Emperor Murong Tong's head.
Facing Murong Shuangkui, who couldn't win and couldn't scheme, Huang Longshi took this small revenge and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Yu Liancheng didn't notice Huang Longshi's little move, but thought deeply about the words he left before leaving: "The devil of the West is born? Haha, then come and participate in this martial arts event during the Qingming Festival. I will also teach you People in the world, let’s see what is truly number one in the world.”
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The sun is fading.
On the top of Landa Mountain, a piece of earth that had been imprisoned for nearly forty years suddenly became loose.
In an instant, the soil buzzed and trembled, cracks spread all over the body, and golden light shot out from the cracks. As the soil continued to peel off, a dazzling and invincible golden body was revealed.
At this moment, Landa Mountain was chanting sutras, and the mountain seemed even more majestic and majestic in the sound of chanting.
The soil fell completely, and what was inside was not a Vajra, but a withered and thin old monk. His whole body was skin and bones, his spirit was withered, and he looked like the loess was buried up to his eyebrows.
The withered old monk sat cross-legged, his brows furrowed.
He had forgotten who he was, where he was going, and who he was seeing... After a long while, he exhaled a breath, and a dry voice sounded.
"Liu..."
Although it was just a sound, it echoed endlessly.
Soon, two more words echoed on the top of the mountain: "Song Tao."
The old monk smiled brilliantly: "Liu Songtao."
He is Liu Songtao.
After remembering his name, Liu Songtao did not leave immediately, but continued to think.
In a flash of lightning, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
A man in black was holding a wine flask and took a few sips. He seemed to be a little drunk, but he was so drunk that the jade was in a state of decay.
Although the monk named Liu Songtao has not fully recovered his memory, he is certain that among the people he has met, there is absolutely no such magnificent figure.
The young man in black chanted: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passersby on the road want to die. May I ask where I can find my old friend? Huishan can cut off his eternal life by clasping his fingers."
Liu Songtao perked up.
Stand up and walk down the mountain.
It soon became known in the world that there was a crazy monk in the Western Regions who traveled eastward, chanting but not chanting, singing but not singing. What was recited was a poem related to Qingming, and what was sung was a useless song.
"Heaven and earth are useless, they don't come into my eyes. The sun and moon are useless, they can't be together. Kunlun is useless, they don't come to me. Compassion is useless, it's sanctimonious. Purity is useless, its sleeves are empty..."
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The Shangyin Academy is very impressive, but many people don’t know that the Shangyin Academy, which has lasted for thousands of years, has always been a private school. Even though there were many talented and scheming masters in the past generations who had some small tricks, they never successfully interfered with the Shangyin Academy. .
Although the Liyang Dynasty supported the Imperial College and the Yao Family School to compete with the Shangyin Academy, hoping to create a three-legged scholarly structure, even if the imperial court resorted to the method of opening schools to recruit scholars, the Shangyin Academy still deserved it. A leader in the literary world.
Some time ago, a female priest came to the academy to teach music. The students called her Mr. Fish.
Unlike many teachers who have no knowledge of teaching, Mr. Yu is good at music, preaches and teaches, and explains things in a simple way. He is not a person who is just trying to gain fame.
It is said that her father was a pillar of Shangyin Academy, and her mother was a female swordsman who was highly praised by the late Emperor of Western Chu. In addition, she was so talented and beautiful that she had many students in the past two years. Thinking about her day and night, so drunk. It's a pity that this is a cold beauty, and she has never heard of any scholar who falls in love with her.
A graceful new snowfall arrived unexpectedly. The snowflakes were not big, which was much more pleasant than the majestic goose-feather snowfall in early winter.
Mr. Yu said he wanted to enjoy the snow, so classes were suspended for one day.
There is a pavilion on the exquisite Buddha Palm Lake.
In the pavilion, there sat a plump woman holding a white cat.
She has a charming and enchanting appearance, a graceful and plump figure, but a cold and distant temperament, which makes people more and more want to conquer her.
The woman was wrapped in a white fox fur worth thousands of gold, and the slightly bloated white cat lazily nestled in the fox fur on her chest, yawning, which was endearing and envied by many people.
——It is Mr. Fish Yu Xuanji.
"Mr. Yu, Zhang Jijiu invites all the lecturers to have a gathering at Baixuelou at noon. The meal is black mountain white sheep from outside the mountain. Let me treat you."
A comfortable voice that was born to bring warmth to women sounded. The speaker was a young man with a face like jade, a long sword hanging on his waist, and a smile as warm as the spring breeze.
This person is called Qi Shence. He is a person from the old Western Chu. His family background is quite prominent. When he was young, he was personally praised as a child prodigy by the Imperial Master of Western Chu. Everyone in Shangyin Academy knew that he was determined to win Mr. Yu, who also came from Western Chu. Everyone also I was happy with the success, and secretly praised the talented man and the beautiful woman, making them a perfect match.
"Thank you Zhang Jijiu for your kindness. It's just that I've already made an appointment. I'm really sorry." The fox-fur woman smiled politely, but she still looked a little indifferent and isolated.
"Oh, I wonder who can invite Mr. Yu?" Qi Shence was slightly startled.
The fox-furred woman looked towards the lake with her beautiful eyes, and answered without question: "He is probably coming soon."
There were seven or eight children playing and playing outside the pavilion. Among them, a little girl with horns was the most dazzling. She was hit with snowballs and made several children of the same age around her cry. The girl, on the other hand, stood with her arms akimbo, looking around menacingly, with the air of a heroine who is invincible and lonely.
Then he said in a very pretentious manner: "Life is really as lonely as snow."
"Wrong, wrong." A clear voice sounded.
The little girl turned her head and saw a young man in black standing next to her.
The girl rubbed her eyes, always feeling that this stranger looked a little misty and couldn't see clearly, but one thing was undeniable.
That's really handsome.
The guy named Qi Shence is very stinky and annoying, but he does have a good skin. But if you compare with the man in black in front of you, you are far behind.
The little girl wanted to rub the hem of her clothes and smile tactfully like in the script, but when she thought of what the other party had just said, her competitive spirit came to her, and she forgot all the euphemisms. She stared and said, "Wrong? How could I be wrong?" ?! Also, who are you and why do you come to Buddha Palm Lake?"
The young man in black smiled and said: "Your posture and tone when you said that sentence are wrong. If it were a friend of mine named Ximen Chuixue, that would be the real loneliness like snow." Bayi Chinese website
"Huh, I don't believe it." The little girl pouted.
"I'm going to imitate my friend, just take a look." The young man in black put his hands behind his back, his facial expressions were calm, and his whole person suddenly had a desolate murderous intention, and he seemed to have turned into a ghost on the top of Kunlun Mountain. The snow is white all year round and is flawless. Just one look at it will make a chill rise in your heart involuntarily, right down to your fingertips.
Then, I heard him say slowly in an extremely lonely tone: "Life is really as lonely as snow."
At this moment, the little girl with braids was completely stunned. After a while, she lowered her head and said unwillingly: "I lost, I completely lost."
"Be good, you still have potential, just study more in the future." The young man in black comforted you.
The little girl raised her head again and asked, "By the way, who are you? Ordinary students are not allowed to enter Buddha Palm Lake. Be careful to spank you."
"Spanking you is more than enough."
The young man in black stretched out his hand to mess up the hair of the little girl with braids. Looking at the latter's murderous eyes, he turned towards the pavilion and walked over step by step.
"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you? This place is a forbidden area of Shangyin Academy. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please leave quickly." Qi Shence frowned. For some reason, a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.
Unfortunately, the young man in black ignored him and just stood not far from Yu Youwei, looking down at the white cat, or maybe looking at the undulating mountains that could not be hidden, and smiled. Said: "What a cute cat, can I hug its owner?"
Yu Huakui smiled and nodded.
What a brilliant smile that was, like a glacier thawing and flowers blooming. It was a beauty Qi Shence had never seen before.
Then, the young man in black stretched out his hand to grab the white cat on the chest of Yu Kui, and threw it to the ground amidst Wu Meiniang's dissatisfied cry. He then grabbed the plump fox fur beauty and said softly: "Did you miss me?"
There was a trace of blush on the fair cheeks of the Yuhua Oiran, and she whispered softly: "Think about it."
The young man in black said: "What a coincidence, I miss you too."
Qi Shence covered his chest and took several steps back.
He suddenly understood who Yu Youwei was waiting for.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
