Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 521 The Political Council: The Red Dust Refining the Heart (17)

In order not to attract the attention of the inspectors, Xu Weixian did not flee directly to the farthest east, but chose to go around from the south at full speed.

Out of the land of Western Shu, there are strict blockades everywhere, and identity proof is required to enter and exit the city. He used a trick to enter a city smoothly. When the first ray of morning light fell, shouts rang out on the street, and he walked around to watch the flowers Passing by several main streets as if, belatedly, I found that there were many women and people from the rivers and lakes on the street.

Those women, some coarse linen clothes, straw sandals and hairpins, killed fish and sold meat, squatted at the stalls, some wore cotton skirts and clothes, painted with paint and powder, and made calculations behind the counter, and many children dressed in Jianghu chatted and laughed passing by.

He went all the way to the east with a strange mood, and this phenomenon became more and more popular. He heard that the prince advocated that when men are scarce, women should take on various heavy responsibilities to maintain the prosperity of all walks of life. There is no class in the academy, which teaches people to have a skill. He heard that the prince promotes martial arts and advocates martial arts for all.

Xu Weixian found that the people here are more open-minded and straightforward, with the informality of warriors, and respect for women a lot.

But he still heard discordant voices, those gentry literati criticize the degeneration of the world at the wine table, women can practice martial arts and show their faces, and those rough mountain people hope that someone will serve food when they go home. Prepare Good towels footbath instead of going with the wife to earn money.

But they can't speak out loudly, because the front line is fighting, and they need men, food and grass. If they don't have anything, their families will be ruined and they will have to be dragged to the battlefield.

After Xu Weixian was amazed, he found the best weapon to attack the prince. Combined with the information he got not long ago, even if he didn't like to use conspiracy, he still wanted to conspire. Everything was just to pull the prince down and end Daqian's rule .

He sent a letter into the imperial capital, and the undercurrent suddenly surged.

"It's unreasonable!" Zhan Changfeng was furious, and Emperor Jing wanted her to get the thousand-treasure glazed 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 Xuelian?"

"There is no second Bingxin Snow Lotus in the world." Bai Qi hesitated for a while, "Pimpedao has been checked by Master Yuanjue. After he eats Bingxin Snow Lotus, he has the ability to be invulnerable to all poisons, and the effect of the medicine still remains In his body, if you want to extract all the medicinal effects from his body, I am afraid that all his blood will be used as a guide."

"Aside from Bingxin Snow Lotus, is there nothing else that can replace it, and this is the only recipe that can be used?!"

"Poverty is ashamed."

The officials next to him appealed one after another, "I hope Your Highness will leave Qingzhou as soon as possible." "Your Highness is determined not to stay in such a dangerous place." "Your Highness, please leave!"
If Qingzhou is gone, what will happen to the backup of the army to conquer the west, what will happen to the grain and grass, and what will happen to Shimenguan.

She can't cut off the retreat of the Shimenguan generals and the army conquering the west,

Zhan Changfeng paced for a long time, then became cruel, "Lockdown the south of the city and the refugee camps outside the city, if things get out of hand, burn them."

She wants to burn hundreds of thousands of refugees who have been infected or may be infected with the plague!

A group of people knelt in the meeting hall, unable to utter words of advice under mourning, none of them could utter such cruel orders, and they could not refute them.

"Your Highness, this must not be the case. How innocent are the people!" Yuan Jue broke into the palace, "The people are innocent, and neither are you. Why should you bear the name of cruelty? This little monk is willing to give up his life as a guide, if he can save them from the fire, It’s also a merit.”

Zhan Changfeng's eyes darkened, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"My Buddha is merciful, and I am willing to give up my life as a guide." Yuanjue said solemnly.

"Okay, I will try my best to get back the Thousand Treasures Glass Cup."

Zhan Changfeng looked at the dancing candlelight, only his cronies were left beside him, "What's going on in the imperial capital?"

"It's still under investigation. Whether it's the gold medal that called you back during the Tuorong City battle, or the act of detaining the thousand-treasure glazed cup, it seems that the emperor's majesty did it after his willful impulsiveness, and no ministers participated in it." The scribe in Tsing Yi was cautious. Said, "Your Majesty, will it be against you?"

The palace had already been cleaned up by her several times with excuses, and there were people she had placed everywhere, so she couldn't hide any troubles, unless it was the wind in the pillow.

If he wants to be stupid, he can stay as stupid as possible, and he should never meddle in military and state affairs. "Contact Duke Zhen, and let him appease the courtiers before returning to court alone."

"Here."

Zhan Changfeng summoned his personal guards overnight and set off to rush back to the imperial capital. After traveling for nearly five days, he finally arrived at the palace.

She has been fighting abroad all year round, and has not returned for three years. She lives in a dilapidated tent, drinks dew and spirits, and sees the flames of war. Trance.

However, this trance soon turned into Bing Rui who belonged exclusively to His Highness the Crown Prince. He took off the black cloak on his body and handed it to the palace servant, "Where is the father?"

The palace servant lowered his eyebrows and said, "Jinglun Hall."

Jinglun Hall?
Zhan Changfeng frowned, why did he run to the Jinglun Hall, her father had never set foot in the study for ten thousand years.

Jinglun Hall, Emperor's Study Room.

The black jade is the ground, the gold is the pillar, the thousand-year-old nanmu beam is horizontal, and the footsteps are inlaid with unworldly jewels.

The palace people added incense into the furnace, and the fragrance escaped from the hollowed-out cover, rendering an ethereal and vast realm in the misty silk and bamboo. Eight rows of dancers danced lightly with long sleeves, slender figures, and aroused affection.

In the warm and fragrant nephrite, the man's clothes are half open, revealing a large and strong chest. Time seems to favor him. He is nearly fifty years old, and his face is as handsome as a youth. His eyes are deep, as if he is deeply affectionate. His voice is deep and magnetic. And charming, his words are humorous, frivolous but like demagogy.

The beauties on the left and right surrounded him, beating his shoulders and legs for him. They were supposed to seduce him, but they were seduced, and he was so fascinated.

The dancers gathered in a circle, dancing and dancing, and the white wide-sleeved flowing skirts scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered again, wanting to refuse and welcome.

Sizhu has changed its tune, which is extremely ambiguous.

The enchanting beauty in red blooms in the pure white, with a slender waist and folded willows, and she dances dexterously.

Beautiful as a painting, dancing in the palm of her hand, the beauty in red turned around and sat in the arms of Emperor Daqian, "How do you think your majesty's concubine dances?"

"Madam is very good." Emperor Jing smiled leisurely.

Suddenly a palace official came to report, "His Royal Highness seeks to see you."

Those few words startled the fat and thin beauties in Yanhuan, and they were in complete chaos. The dancers, singers, and musicians all rushed out, and they didn't even clean up their appearance. The desolation of being thrown under the waterfall in the forbidden area for a night is just like 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 laughed very coldly: Playing around with the Jinglun Palace, it is really bold.

The civil servants and generals of Daqian are only fortunate for one thing, that is, Emperor Qianjing loved the prince very much, and before he lost his way, he threw the prince into the army, and cultivated a god of war who could turn the tide and save the people from fire and water.

However, it seems to be different today. Emperor Jing did not hastily arrange his appearance as before, nor did he let the palace servants open the window to diffuse the smell. The bright yellow jacket is like a beast sleeping soundly with its eyes half-opened, its laziness is full of aloof majesty.

"pass."

(End of this chapter)