Beyond Gold and Jade [Rebirth]

Outside the window, snowflakes fell rustlingly, and a thick layer of cotton quilt was spread. It was freezing cold, and Song Li was holding a Tang Pozi inlaid with jade and gold in his hand, but he couldn't help but sneezed.

He is most afraid of the cold, if he had known it would snow, he would not have gone out of the palace to join in the excitement.Looking up, I saw a piece of pure white rice paper hanging high above, and the thick black ink was scattered.

——Gold and jade are outside, and ruins are inside.

The writing is really majestic and majestic, with arrogance, and some irony can be vaguely seen.

It is said that it was inscribed by Liu Yi, the number one talented scholar in the capital, and it was hung on the Mochiyue Tower, where there are a lot of guests. In just a few days, it spread all over the streets and alleys, attracting countless scholars to pay their respects and enjoy themselves.Although no name was named, everyone knew who was being scolded.

Song Li stretched out his hands to wrap around the snow-white fox-fur cloak, with a very dignified gesture, he curled his lips mockingly, and thought to himself that no matter how much you hate our family, you have to admit that our family is born with a good skin.

"Lord Chitose, it's time to return to the palace, Your Majesty is waiting."

Song Li glanced at his entourage, nodded, and before leaving the door, he looked at the writing again, and praised: "This is a good writing. If Mr. Ye is in charge of the next year's scientific examination, it may not catch his eyes."

The attendant hurriedly lowered his head when he heard the words, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

Mr. Ye is Ye Chonghui, the only son of Prime Minister Ye, who was appointed as a cabinet bachelor at a young age. He should have a smooth future, but he can't think about it. He has to fight Jiuqiantui, who has power over the government. Isn't this suicide?

Song Li chuckled, he knew why the child was afraid, half of the memorials to impeach him in the imperial study were handed in by Ye Chonghui, repeating those words over and over - eunuchs are not allowed to interfere in politics.

Who knew that Emperor Huan Yuan, who was regarded as wise and mighty in the eyes of the world, actually didn't like to lean over the case to handle government affairs the most, and he always had to be coaxed to take a look at it.

If you really count, when that person was still the crown prince, most of the memorials assigned by the former emperor were passed by him. He has been in politics for more than ten years, but now he is just a serious official. These people are like The sky is falling, as if he will destroy the country, it is ridiculous.

But even if he and Ye Chonghui didn't deal with each other, they wouldn't be able to kill him if he wanted to.In this world, the one who can judge the life and death is King Yama, not a kind person like him.

Song Li yawned lazily, his fair cheeks were flushed from the cold, but he was still exquisitely beautiful. He handed Mrs. Tang to the attendant, and he had just stepped on the footstool before stepping into the carriage. The dark brown horse But suddenly he neighed and sped away. Song Li almost fell on his back, but fortunately he was supported from behind and barely stabilized his figure.

Gathering his mind, he said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and chase."

As soon as the words fell, several men in black jumped out from around, chasing after the crazy horse.

Looking at their backs, Song Li vaguely felt that something was wrong. He didn't plan to stay for a long time when he came out this time, so he didn't bring many people with him, but the horses were all carefully selected, so they shouldn't be easily surprised.

While he was thinking, suddenly a blade shining with white light sank into his chest.

The white snow on the ground soon turned red, and the wind was biting.Song Li looked at the boy in front of him, and the cowardly attendant stared at him with wide eyes, saying: "Nine thousand years old, rest in peace, everyone wants you to die, why should you stay in the world for a long time, causing chaos and harm to the country."

There was a buzzing in Song Li's ears, the knife was stabbed very accurately, it hit the vital point, and he lost consciousness without much pain.

Suddenly, he seemed to see the past. He was being hugged by that person on the dragon chair to play around. He fiddled with the seal of the Chuan Kingdom and complained: "I don't like this name."

"Why?"

"Throughout the past and present, anyone who claims to be nine thousand years old has no good end. Think about it, you are long live, and your children will be thousand years old. How can I live longer than them?"

The man smiled lowly and said, "I won't have any children in this life, so Ah Li has to live longer so that I won't become really lonely."

Before he died, Song Li thought that he really shouldn't be called Nine Thousand Years, who urged his death.