White Feather Huaisha

——Dust Dusk White Feather——

He Daxi blinked again, and Li Yue lowered his head, with a submissive expression on his face, as if the rebellious look just now was a big cauldron pulled by the light out of thin air.

He was in a trance when a cold hand grabbed his neckline suddenly.Compared with punishing the palace people, Wu Xing obviously cherished his life more. Aroused by the rising and falling desire to vomit in his chest, he ordered sharply: "Call the imperial physician! Tell him to come quickly!"

He Daxi glanced at the back of Li Yue's head again—something was wrong with this person.The problem is not the looks, but something else.

But the little emperor didn't know what to add to the lotus seed soup, and the regent really looked like his life was in danger.He immediately sorted out the priorities in his mind, and ran out.

Li Yue didn't look up, until the chaotic footsteps gradually disappeared, he stood up, patted his robe, and walked into the hall.

There was a figure in white with a golden ribbon facing away from him, squatting in the corner like a puppy, with his head buried.

The white satin material is soft and moist, but the gold thread wrapped around the dragon pattern is prickly.Li Yue avoided the golden thread with experience, and only poked his back with his fingertips, "Your Majesty, don't cry."

Wu Jue slowly turned his head to the side, raised his face, and the dark red bloodstain on his forehead was extremely eye-catching.

He wondered childishly: "I'm afraid that people will see the blood, it's just a shame. When did I cry?"

Li Yue withdrew his hand and stood up straight again.

He thought that children of this age were short-hearted, and almost forgot that Wu Wei was a pervert with a long blood line, with two supernatural powers passed down from his ancestors: one is to kill people without tears, and the other is to prefer death to be a good etiquette.

The Beiji imperial family was completely fake from top to bottom.

This hypocritical little pervert wiped the blood on his forehead by himself, clumsy, and didn't care if his sleeve was stained, but put his index finger in his mouth and sucked it lightly, as if he was tasting the fishy sweetness of the rust.

The white hair was faintly flowing with silver light in the dark night, and the blood color was particularly glaring.Li Yue looked down and didn't say a word.

Wu Wei licked the blood from his mouth, and narrowed his eyes in a good mood, "Guard Li, what kind of medicine is that, will he die?"

The role of coquettishness in Jiuhui Lingqian is very important. A pack of laxatives was born out of nowhere. The colorful belt of Li Shiwei inspired Wu Wei. The little emperor suddenly realized the way to get out of trouble-the regent poured medicine on him every day. Couldn’t he give the regent Does Wang pour it once?

Although Li Shiwei would definitely not agree with it, let alone tell him which package of medicine is fatal and which package is fatal, but it doesn't matter, he can just pick whatever he wants.

If the choice is good, the regent will die, and he will have the power from then on, and he will never become a fool again; if the choice is not good, the regent will only have to go to the toilet a few times...

He is not bad either.Maybe he can take the opportunity to tear his face apart, so that he no longer has to treat the uncle as his father and play a full set of filial piety for the palace people.

If a person is forced to be like Wu Wei, he won't have the energy to think carefully.Even if the fish cannot be broken through the net even if the fish dies, the tail must be swung vigorously to add more obstruction to the boatman on the boat.

The partridge squeaked in the distant sky, and the local accent could not pass through the crack of the door, but the thoughts ravaged thousands of miles of territory, reaching the warm and humid south.

In the palace city of Weidu, there are only learning mynahs, but no flopping birds.Wu Jue went out for the first time, naturally he didn't know what the sound was, and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Guard Li looked down at him, his dark and clear eyes were hard to understand, he raised his hand after a while, and rubbed the heels of his palms against the dark circles under his eyes, completely pale and tired, "...will he die? I don't know .I have to go home. My head fell off, how can I go home. "

Wu Yi knew that he was going to think about the daughter-in-law at home who would fall down and burn when she pushed, but he didn't have any sympathy in his hard-hearted heart, and he paid little attention to his unpredictable future.

He turned around in self-consciousness, and took out a few leaves from his sleeve. The jagged dark green edges were curled and withered, and the veins were grayish yellow.

The leaves were spread out on the ground, and the little emperor opened his mouth to look at it for a long time before he murmured to himself in disbelief, "Why are they all wrinkled? Guard Li, call the sister from the Clothes Bureau to iron me."

——The little emperor didn't know that branches, flowers and leaves couldn't leave the water, and thought it was silk cloth.

Novices in the casino often get a lot of rewards, and the little emperor has a very good gambling luck, so he picked a pack of strong medicine at the first stroke.

That night, the regent Wu Xing was short of breath, his face turned red and turned pale. The imperial doctor failed to diagnose and treat him. He couldn't explain why, so he could only keep pace outside the palace, muttering, "It's not asthma, it's not congested breathing, it's... ...It's blood stasis and lung swelling..."

The old doctor's voice was soft and weak, which could not cover up the high-pitched sound of smashing objects in the hall.

Wu Xing has a very thorough understanding of the spirit of poetry and etiquette, he is usually modest, elegant and plain, and when it comes to critical moments, he is wise and safe.If you can't be "smart", then "smart" - if the first emperor Wu Wei hadn't pushed him to a desperate situation, he wouldn't have pierced someone with a sword.

In front of Wu Xing, as long as he follows his hair—or snake Lin—snorting gently, he can basically live forever.

It's a pity that both Wu Wei and Wu Jue, father and son, are restless. They don't want to live long, they just want to have a good time.

There was another "bang" sound from the hall, probably Wu Xing kicked over the Qingyu case, and asked sharply, "Where did you get the medicine? What kind of medicine?"

The cold crocodile in the grass and trees let out a sigh, and the hall was silent, and Wu Jue remained silent.

Putting it on other children, this silence can be called a precocious "loyalty".But if it was Wu Wei, Li Yue didn't think it had anything to do with loyalty.

The child is only seven years old, but his life experience is the same everywhere, so he has a set of standards of life that are whitewashed and peaceful, which cannot be shaken by thousands of gnats.

Wu Xing let out a long breath, and slowed down his voice, "Whatever your Majesty wants, I will listen with all my ears."

The innocent voice of the child overflowed, without thinking, "I am the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven sacrifices to the Heaven, and the destiny belongs to him, and no one else is needed."

Worshiping the sky is just a ritual created by the ancients, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Even if the ritual was once a blank sheet of paper, it is now smeared with meaning.It is still unknown whether the sincerity of sacrifice can go to Datian to listen to and communicate with heaven and man, but at least Wu Xing cares about this-very much.

Two muffled coughs came from the hall, and there was another loud "bang", Wu Xing kicked the chair down, and this time even the carved doors and windows shook.

Li Yue was looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, as if the noise in the hall had nothing to do with him.

He Daxi stood outside the hall with his hands hanging down. He didn't have a sword in his hand. He wasn't used to it. He just pinched his wrist guard and looked up at Li Yue. "Guard Li, what's so good in the sky?"

Li Yue raised the corners of his lips lazily, "The gods are fighting."

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

He Daxi comforted him casually: "My lord is not an unreasonable person. Once the source of the medicine is found out, Guard Li will naturally be cleared of the suspicion."

Not knowing which sentence he objected to, Li Yue smiled mysteriously at him, turned his eyes away, and listened to the voices in the hall.

The silence spread, turning into embarrassment.He Daxi coughed, and said: "I think Li's bodyguard is outstanding, but it's hard to make a big difference in Mingguang Palace. If He Ruo goes under the prince's hand in the future, recovers the six prefectures and conquers Jinling, isn't it just around the corner?"

Li Yue withdrew his gaze, covered his mouth with his hands, and yawned, "It's really amazing. Jinling is so far away."

He Daxi shook his head, "I have to go far."

"We are surrounded by mountains, but the coastline in the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty is extremely long. Towns and cities have opened up everywhere, and Western ships come and go. When they leave, they are filled with silk tea utensils. When they come," he opened his empty palm, "when they come, they are filled with It’s all silver and gold.”

In fact, three people become tigers, not necessarily how much silver and gold are installed.Li Yue picked a word with him, "Is it 'time to go'?"

He Daxi didn't take it seriously, and continued: "If we don't go through the muddy waters of Western business, ten years later we will only be able to watch Da Zhou eat meat and we drink wind."

Li Yue thought for a while, "But isn't our Beiji also adjacent to the Western Regions? There is no need to go by water, and the land route has already been connected. Persia, Daqin, Loulan, and Qiuci, which one is not rich in products?"

The products are abundant, so that the population is migrating, coupled with the lack of ethics, the royal families of various countries are becoming more and more colorful.It is said that the little emperor's white hair ostentatiously has a lot to do with it.

He Daxi smiled wryly, "Those small countries? No one is easy to get along with, they are all blood-sucking insects. It is said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, but the closer they are, the better they will embarrass you?"

Li Yue didn't try to hide the disdain on his face, but that frivolous emotion was covered by a red palm print, and He Daxi didn't say anything.

The hall was silent for a while, separated by a carved gate, Wu Xing felt like a bird's claws were scratching his throat, and his voice was gnashing his teeth, "Your Majesty is young, why should you worry about the future?"

Wu Jue raised his voice, "The emperor's uncle is in his prime, so why should he steal food from Chuitiao'er?"

The little emperor answered very quickly, but pronounced his words very slowly, his words were very straight and his voice was particularly prominent, and there was silence outside the hall, even the old imperial doctor stopped pacing.

No matter how much Wu Xing wants to hold the Dragon Seal to order the world, and no matter whether the gloomy latitude and longitude is enough to stand up to the sky, the sky is the sky, and the earth is the earth.

One person in the sky waved his sleeve to summon the world, and all the people in the underground pretended to be ants and did not cross the thunder pool.There is only one son of heaven, and no one else is allowed to lie down on the ground under his feet.

Nine out of ten people with lofty ideals sighed "Naihe", and the other person gave up the breeze and joined the prince's side, showing his ambition, and using a knife to cut across the world.But the shadow of heaven and earth is so great that people cannot escape the contempt of "overstepping".People who despise Wu Xing are all over Beiji, including himself.

Cocooning yourself, that's all.

The partridge flapped its wings and flew across the night sky, the leaves shook, and together with the feathers, they shattered the moonlight all over the mountain.

The ant who was on the king's side pushed open the door, stepped out of the threshold, moved his index finger, and an attendant put a cloak on him, and the palace servants handed him warm tea.

Even though the ostentation was compelling, he couldn't hide his frustration—the regent had been preparing for the glory of the heaven for several months, but something went wrong at this juncture.

The regent took a sip of tea and said in a warm voice, "Prepare the car and go back to Weidu."

He Daxi asked cautiously: "It's still the same as when you came here?"

The pair of golden eyes stared at him, feeling cold for only a moment, before changing to Ruzhi indifference, "Only this king. Go back to Weidu."

The edict of offering sacrifices to heaven has been circulated throughout the country, so naturally it cannot be withdrawn.But Wu Xing cherished his life like gold, and was busy returning to Weidu to seek medical advice from famous doctors. He didn't have time to cut off the heads of the people around Wu Wei, and he didn't even leave his cronies here to guard the little emperor to complete the sacrificial ceremony.He Daxi and the others hurriedly steered their chariots and horses, and the chariot quickly turned north, heading back to Weidu.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is scheduled for the first day of June two days later.As soon as the regent left, the little emperor didn't let go of the sheep completely, and sat upright in the palace all day long, listening to the lectures given by the ceremonial officials.

Halfway through the ceremonial officer's speech, the little emperor's person was sitting firmly, but his soul had already flown away, holding a half-gnawed pill in his hand, and his round eyes kept looking out.

The little emperor cared very much about his silver hair, which was different from ordinary people. He envied other people's black hair the most in his life, and naively thought that he would be able to rejuvenate after taking two doses of medicine—the pills were very bitter, but this was almost the little emperor's favorite thing. , no one has the nerve to expose him.

Outside the door is the blazing sun, not far away is the dense shade of trees and huge rocks.Li Shiwei did not know which tree he picked a long string of flowers. The flowers were as long as a finger, with white crowns and purple roots.

The young guard spread himself out, laid it flat on the rock, and basked in the sun with his eyes closed.The string of purple and white flowers rested on his waist, making his waist even narrower, as if there was only a thin piece, and the whole person was like a knife melted by the scorching sun.

The old etiquette officer asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Wu Jue quickly looked away, took another bite of the pill, and said, "It's all right."

The old etiquette official said "Oh", and continued to read: "Quality wins literature and makes history, and literature wins quality and history. Quality is not wild, but..."

Not far away, Li Shiwei yawned, opened his eyes, broke off a flower casually, opened the flower seat, slowly pulled out the slender, honeyed stamen, and licked it on his pink lips.

The sound of cicadas sounded in the afternoon, and the old etiquette official was a little sleepy, so he could not help but doze off, "Wen Zhi...Your Majesty?"

Wu Jue put down the book suddenly, patted his robe and ran out, his white hair dazzling like silver in the sun.

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Slept for a long 13 minutes!

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