Reborn Black Lotus can read minds

Tang Jianchun raised the corners of his lips slightly and added: "The knife was cut from the spine, dividing the skin on the back into two halves, and slowly separating the skin and the inner flesh." He seemed to be describing a beautiful work of art, and sighed: "Like a butterfly spreading its wings." Just tear it apart."

Liao Hai's face was pale, like a clay sculpture, stuck in place.

Zhao Yan stepped forward to separate the two of them, pointed at the black-clothed guard in front of the door, and rebuked: "Why are you so busy chatting? Deputy Ambassador Xiao is standing at the door like a snowman! Why don't you call me in quickly?"

Tang Jianchun waved his hand without looking, and the guard in black got the order and quickly walked into the hall.

After he stood up and knelt neatly in front of the young man, all the officials bowed down and said in unison: "Welcome Deputy Envoy Zhu!".

Zhu Shunsui bowed slightly to everyone in response.

The young man said: "What are you reporting?"

"To report to the Young Governor, the Ministry of Rites has sent us back the certificate, saying that it is the princess's birthday recently and it is not appropriate to have a funeral." He looked at the person in front of him and hesitated slightly, "The Ministry of Rites means that the funeral of the Governor, I'm afraid, There is no room for fussing over things, everything must be kept simple.”

After speaking, he took half a step back, bowed respectfully, and buried his head in his arms, not daring to look directly into the young man's eyes.

This sudden news was like a sharp ice hitting Liao Hai's heart, but he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

Zhao Yan said angrily: "I'm going to chop up the offal from the Ministry of Rites and feed it to the maggots!"

Fortunately, the boys around him struggled to hold him back.

Although everyone was furious, they did not dare to act rashly and waited quietly for the young governor's instructions.

A gust of terrifying night wind blew by, but the young man smiled faintly: "The princess's birthday is a big event. Let alone the death of a minister, even if Nanjing Hou's entire army was wiped out, it would just pass by without a trace, and no one would care. Just keep everything simple.”

Liao Hai dragged his tired body forward to stop him: "You can't do that, young governor, the old governor has a body of beauty. It is necessary for the person carrying the coffin to walk beside the coffin and sing all the way." He looked at it with tears in his eyes. Looking at the distance, "Only in this way can we smoothly go to the underground and reincarnate with peace of mind."

"Peace of mind? Whose heart is it that is peace of mind?" Tang Jianchun asked, "The heart of the dead has already been cooled down, but the heart of the living is being reassured?"

Zhao Yan saw that the situation was not right, and he was afraid that the two of them were impatient and had a quarrel, so he quickly stepped forward to comfort us: "The Ministry of Rites asked us to be simple. That's because we are not taken seriously. Not to mention that it is the birthday of the princess, who is the emperor today." If you are in a good mood and become a palace concubine, we will also live a simple life!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yan felt that his tone was too extreme, and quickly calmed down the atmosphere, saying: "Old Liao, do you still remember what the eldest lady said to us when the supervisor was first established?"

Liao Hai burst into tears when he heard this. His temples were gray, and the few sparse gray hair around him trembled. He said in a loud voice: "I dare not forget."

"In this case, you must know that whether the Yushi Mansion can last for a hundred years is what the eldest lady cares about most. A small impatience will ruin a big plan. If you don't hesitate to break up with the Ministry of Rites now, it will be even more difficult in the future!"

"Why don't I know these truths?" Liao Hai felt bitter in his heart, with tears on his face, "How could the old governor, a generation of loyal ministers, not even have a funeral after his death? Your Majesty is trying to break the hearts of loyal ministers!"

"Life must lead to death, and early death is not dictated by fate. We were both human beings yesterday and now we are in Guilu..."

The wind and snow outside the cabinet courtyard suddenly seemed to stop for a moment. In the quiet night, the humming of the old people came from afar, and the lingering sound was particularly beautiful.

A group of people over fifty years old sang a funeral "Elegy", telling them that they were reluctant to say goodbye to the Yin people across the river with tears.

Zhao Yan turned to look at him, with smiles and tears in his eyes: "Walking and singing like this, how do you feel about Master Liao?"

"Very good." The words could not be heard clearly, but the choking sound could not be concealed.

Listening to the old people humming, the young man opened the long coral window and saw the snowy cabinet courtyard. There were thousands of flower trees, the wind moved the flowers and they fell, thousands of flowers, covering the ground in several layers, just like winter snow. When it first falls, it is very beautiful and brilliant.

"Back then, the eldest lady chose to 'do something even though she knew it was impossible to do'. This was indeed a great wisdom." Liao Hai looked at Tang Jianchun standing in front of the window, his straight figure falling under the cold moonlight, through the window pane. Fragments of light and shadow were scattered all over the ground.

"But, Mr. Zhuang once said, knowing that there is nothing you can do and being at peace with your fate is the ultimate virtue." He sighed, "When will you be able to understand the spring? This is another kind of great wisdom."

This hesitation to speak naturally caught Zhu Shunsui's eyes completely. He stepped forward gently and wanted to say something. After thinking about it for a while, he took a few steps back, nodded and said, "My condolences, Young Governor."

"There is no need to mourn, loyal ministers and good generals have defected, wars are raging on the border, and corpses are lying hundreds of miles in the city," he approached Liao Hai, as if these words were not in reply to Zhu Shunsui.

"If a general is not a country," he squinted at the gold bricks on the hall, his smile sending chills down everyone's spine, "How can we be loyal to the emperor?"

That night, there was joy and joy in the palace. All the ministers went to a banquet to congratulate the princess on her birthday. The golden roof and red door of the palace were all brand new. The emperor was rarely in good spirits and threatened to rest after getting drunk. They drank wine and drank wine, and the moonlight was blurred.

The vast Pingyang Moon Lake is filled with misty smoke, and the clear radiance of the full moon shines on the white sand. Soldiers wave their halberds under the moonlight, donating blood like vermilion, dyeing the cold moonlight into the sunset.

I wonder if the sun can be seen on the other side of the capital today. Is it the same blood-red color?

The maid called Shen Yuan in the yard: "Madam, I'm afraid there will be a heavy rain tonight, please go to bed early!"

After Shen Yuan took a shower and changed clothes, her hair hung down to her waist. Under the strong wind, her hair fluttered with the light blue cloth, giving her a heroic look like a female general in the field.

As she replied, she pulled down the curtains and bed curtains.

The house has already prepared some soothing incense, and the maids are always careful and careful.

Sure enough, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, the clouds and mountains completely blocked the distant view, and the moon disappeared into the sky and disappeared.

Shen Yuan sighed softly. Not only could they not be reunited, but the moon was also rare to see. It was just a month in vain.

Shen Yuan was taking off her clothes in the back room, and the deathly silence of the night gnawed at her heart.

Can the prince really kill Tang Jianchun?

Is Tang Jianchun really going to die?

If he dies, the Censor's Mansion may change again. What will happen next? If the Yushi Mansion changes its owner, can I still stay here without any worries?

Is his death good or bad for me?

He was Tang Jinli's son. He had the blood of that cruel man on his body and he deserved to die.

Die earlier and save worry.

Shen Yuan didn't want to sit still and wait for death.

The prince wanted to kill both Xiao Xingyun and Tang Jianchun, and she, Shen Yuan, became his best tool, but this did not mean that Shen Yuan was willing to do this.

She neither wanted to hurt Tang Jianchun nor Xiao Xingyun, because both of them had saved her from danger.

But the enemy of her enemy is her friend. Although she cannot be completely attached to the prince, there is nothing wrong with being a friend. She has no power at all and can only survive by maneuvering between various forces.