Powerful ministers mistake the country

The new dynasty has just been established, but people all over the world feel very sorry, because when the old dynasty was broken, the emperor Ai of the old dynasty actually burned down the palace, and buried him with countless beauties and treasures.

"Ah, you don't know, the fire has been burning for six days, and it can't be extinguished!" The bald warrior slammed the tea bowl on the table with a "slap", as if it was not the table that was smashed, but ashes were blown up in the fire Emperor Ai said, "Those agarwood palace pillars, painted with gold and lacquer, were so thick that a burly warrior like me couldn't open his arms around them, and they were burned in the fire like that. It has been fragrant for a whole month! Even the cyan glazed tiles and gold powder were burnt and melted on the ground to form a layer, let alone the palace eunuchs, alas—there is no dregs left, no dregs left!"

An old man with a pouty mouth surrounding the bald warrior opened his mouth wide, and the few sparse beards on his chin trembled with anger, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk... In my opinion, the emperor of the old dynasty will go to hell if he dies! How, how could he allow so many people to be buried with him alive, not to mention the unbelievably beautiful Concubine Huarui inside! Ah... The bun is loose and loose... Concubine Huarui, the concubine is also dead...? "

"Chi——" the bald warrior let out a contemptuous laugh from his nostrils, squinting his eyes at the ragged old man in front of him, "Old man, stop wishful thinking, even if Concubine Huarui is alive, you will never see her. What's more, the old man When the imperial palace of the dynasty was burnt down, only wood residue and stones were left."

The corners of the old man’s mouth drooped, and he spoke in a strange tone without the respect he had just said: “Tsk tsk tsk, it’s your fault, Mr. Warrior, the burned palace should be a treasure, and there should be palace maids everywhere under the broken wood.” The hairpin earrings, the agate and jade stones in the pavilion, maybe those treasures will still sparkle when the sun shines on the ruins.”

The sky outside the teahouse changed at some point, the wooden signboard was blown by the slight wind and creaked, and there was a thunder, and there seemed to be a silver dragon flashing through the crow-colored clouds that slowly surrounded.

Hearing the sound of thunder, the bald warrior trembled in shock. He gave the old man a fierce look, and reproached him, "What do you know, an old man like you is afraid that he will be killed just by seeing the sight of the palace fire going out." Scared to death. On the day we invaded the capital, March [-]rd, the pear blossoms bloomed like heavy snow, and the falling petals were so thick that they covered the road in the snow valley. When the first person who rushed in stepped on the snow road, The sky suddenly began to thunder, and it was thunderous like rain, just like..."

Thunder rang again, and it sounded like a urging to the bald warrior's ears. He swallowed a few mouthfuls, rolled his throat a few times, and his lips trembled involuntarily, "That... that's like the time of the end of the Dharma. The sky cracked open, and countless black clouds joined together with the thick smoke on the ground, and the cracked sky was propped up and pressed against the palace by thunderbolts, so that it wouldn't fall..."

The bald warrior's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, as if he had been strangled by an invisible hand, but his forehead had bulging veins.He looked as if he had seen a ghost. Although he was afraid, he insisted on speaking for the sake of face: "When we got to the bottom of the palace... Tian, ​​Tian was scorched by the fire of the palace and screamed, as if he couldn't stand it." There was a torrential rain. We warriors all stood in the rain, and no one made a sound. When the fire was extinguished, the thick fog made everyone's eyes red and their throats hoarse, as if they had been crying all day and all night! Then... ...I don't know where countless crows flew...the crows...a lot of crows, densely packed, pecked away the jewels and jade in the wood residue."

The bald warrior hung his head gasping for breath after speaking, and the thunder outside the window never sounded again.Because of the brief pause of the bald warrior, the crowd dared not even breathe out.The bald warrior rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead and heaved a long sigh of relief as the dark clouds parted. He broke the silence and pretended to be calm and sneered, "Look at the courage of the people in your village. I'm afraid that if you are here, you will be scared to death. I am marching south For many years in the Northern War, only warriors like me are qualified to attack the old dynasty. However, Concubine Huarui must have died, but her death is nothing. It is too superficial to feel sad for her death. The most precious thing in the palace The most important thing is the paintings of Emperor Min, and those paintings have also disappeared, this is the most regrettable."

The draft blows through the bamboo curtains from all sides, and there is a faint hint of rain.The lady proprietress of the tea shop brought the hot water over with the wind, and said, "Emperor Min? It must be Emperor Baifeng. My lord warrior, you are too timid. Maybe you misread it. The black cloud above the palace that day was the group of crows—the Emperor Min of the old dynasty was the reincarnation of the White Phoenix God, and the entire dynasty was protected by the White Phoenix God. .”

The words of the proprietress attracted the attention of the tea customers. She rolled up her sleeves and poured water into the teapot. The hot water steamed up and hugged her plump and white forearms, "My grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother, is Bai Gong'e of Emperor Feng's dynasty was later met with amnesty and left the palace. I heard from my grandmother that Emperor Min was very good-looking. People at that time knew that Emperor Min was the reincarnation of the White Phoenix God. When he painted, there was a The brilliance flickers on and off, like the feathers of a white phoenix. And the dead pear branches he painted will bloom in spring—that’s right. Alas... Emperor Min died too early."

The eyes of the bald samurai followed the golden bracelet that slipped into the sleeve of the proprietress, and looked into the sleeve of the proprietress.He was determined to attract the attention of the proprietress, and win everyone's attention back, so he cleared his throat:

"Haha, everyone, warriors, my eyes are like eagle eyes, I can't be mistaken, and Emperor Min is not a white phoenix god—why did the white phoenix get mixed up with the crow? He didn't die early, I attacked the capital When I was in the countryside, I heard people in the suburbs say that he just lived in seclusion with the prime minister, otherwise why would his queen hate the prime minister so much—the hatred of a widow is terrible. Besides, who in the world has conclusive evidence Does it mean that Emperor Min must have died long ago? My ancestors guarded Emperor Min’s tomb, and Emperor Min’s tomb has not been robbed since it was closed. No one knows whether there is his body in it or not.”

"What's wrong with the widow? Widows can also regain the Central Plains and stabilize the world. Our dignified samurai should also have such abilities-but if you have already surpassed the widow and made great achievements, the samurai will not sit here and drink tea." The proprietress Straightening up her waist and raising her thin eyebrows, she looked down at the bald warrior, "Emperor Min's wife—Emperor Wen Zongcheng, may not be the best emperor in the previous dynasty, but she must be the best queen in the previous dynasty. However, some men are not Good things, such as Emperor Min's prime minister, if Emperor Min hadn't met him, he wouldn't be chased and scolded after he died."

The bald warrior was ridiculed by the proprietress, and the top of his head seemed to turn red, "You women are really superficial! The emperor ruled the country and almost handed over the old dynasty to those savages in the northwest. Don't you know? Such a stupid emperor..."

"Yes, yes, we women don't like to talk about how Emperor Min governed the country. Whoever told Emperor Min to die? A handsome young man died at such a good age. He was also a painter, an emperor, and an emperor. How can I be so cruel as to hate a deity who came into the world?" The proprietress touched her cheek, "Even the god Buddha, who is high above the sky, promised to extend the life of Lihua by a full ten days because of Emperor Baifeng. For the sake of the legendary Emperor Baifeng, I think it would not be too much to fight another ten years in the battle to regain the country."

After the proprietress finished speaking, the tea customers were in an uproar. The old woman with her grandson on her back nodded her head affirmatively.

The bald warrior looked at his own bald head reflected in the teacup, and whirled in his nostrils, "Madam, you are not a 17-year-old girl, even if you meet Emperor Min, he won't like you—not to mention... no, Oh, by the way, he must not be the God of the White Phoenix, but he offended the gods and was cursed by the gods, causing the Dharma to decline and make people miserable. Unless it is explained by the curse of the gods, I can no longer think of it. The dead Emperor Ai is still an incompetent emperor...and, more importantly, he is still disgraceful and corrupts ethics, break, sleeve!"

The proprietress was stunned for a moment when she heard these words, the water in the tea bowl overflowed and dripped quietly on the table.When the tea fell on the ground, there was a "crash" of heavy rain outside the tea shop, and a bamboo stick "da da" tapped on the steps and poked in.

A blind old man with a lacquered sanxian on his back stood under the eaves, wiped off the rain on his face, straightened his collar, and asked, "Is the boss there? Old man, I want to go to the temple fair in the next town to tell a story. Unexpectedly, it was raining heavily, and I wanted to take a rest in Guizhou and wait for the rain to stop."

"Old man," someone suddenly shouted from the crowd around the proprietress and the bald warrior, "can you tell about the legacy of the old dynasty? We must listen to Emperor Min. If you can, you are here today to tell stories. I will buy tea money, and we Let's pool money together to give you money for storytelling." As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a burst of approval from the crowd.

The blind old man walked over following the sound, and the proprietress handed over the overfilled bowl of hot tea. "Of course, of course." The blind old man drank enough tea, untied the sanxian on his back and put it on the table, "I won't sing today, I will talk about the emperor's legacy, please serve the tea to the proprietress, and give the teahouse a big show. This story is my humble reward, old man."

"Dear tea lovers, I can read at the age of five, read books at the age of seven, master the classics at the age of nine, compose poems at the age of ten, and become famous at the emperor's feet at the age of 11; Stargazing, at the age of 12, finally went to the Brahma Palace for 33 days. It can be said that he has read the scriptures, righteousness and official history since childhood, and listened to gossip from officials all his life. It turned out to be the little Huangmen next to Emperor Min, who lived to be 15 years old. Although the old man and I were short-lived ghosts in my previous life, the story of Emperor Min is still not a problem. Dear tea lovers, please listen:

"Now is the age when the morals of the world are restored. Whether it is a soldier in single clothes, a scholar who travels far away, a loving mother who sews clothes, or a bandit in the grass, a white-haired minister, and the emperor Ziwei, the damned people have already returned to the underworld. Therefore, the body Emperor Min, who is in the underworld, has heard enough rumors about himself from them. If the ghost messenger asks him what he thinks, hehe, old man, I have never been to the underworld, so I don’t know. But tea lovers, don’t worry, Old man, I know without guessing that Emperor Min always remembers his right face, just like... Even if the stars fall, the rivers and seas dry up, the Buddha's Dharma ends, and the world perishes, he will never forget this lord."

The author has something to say: Good luck!Thanks for all the little sweets that came in~