Biography of Emperor Mo

The so-called world, to capable people, is water carrying fish and waves supporting giant ships, but to mortals, it is roughly a purgatory shrouded in flames.Desire is the eternal theme in this hell. Thousands of people are struggling to survive here, and the desires of people's hearts are entangled like a curse.

The royal family is an existence that is out of reach in the eyes of ordinary people, and most people don't care who is sitting on the throne.In the final analysis, as long as their family can live on, whoever is the master of the world has nothing to do with them?King, that's just a code name, anyone can take it, but not everyone can afford it.

What exactly is the throne?The king's prison?The pinnacle of worldly desires?God of the world?No, that is a tomb.A tomb decorated with white bones and crowned with human blood, where countless dead bones of human ghosts are buried.The monarch stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood to reach the top position, and ruled all the people. No one can tell what he has gained and what he has lost.What people can see is just a stroke of history and a corner of the palace.

Liangzhou is the base camp of Liang State, and Guzang, the governor of Wuwei County, is the capital of Liang State.

In the city of Guzang, there are many small buildings, pennants fluttering, singing and singing, singing and singing are scattered all over the street, and bead curtains and copper bells sway in the wind, creating a scene of prosperity.

——This is the capital of Liang Country.In the depths of the wind and smoke, the palace of the Liang Kingdom is hidden.The painted buildings and buildings are resplendent and resplendent, ranging from small mortise and tenon joints to large pillars, all of which come from the hands of famous masters.

The current emperor Lu Guang, whose reign name is Linjia, has four sons but no daughter.

The crown prince Lu Yingzhuan, whose mother Wang is the current empress, the niece of a general in the south of the Yangtze River, and her relatives are powerful. Long.He is the only eldest son of the emperor and the natural heir.

The second son, Lu Yingzhen, and his biological mother, Concubine Li Guifei, Xiang Shi, were famous beauties all over the capital, and they gave birth to two sons who also had good looks.Back then, he didn't want to enjoy wealth and honor in Beijing, so he asked himself to go out to fight against the chaos.After serving in the army for several years, he gained fame and fame in battle, and was deeply loved by the emperor.

The third son, Lu Yingmo, is young and crowned, and has the same mother as King Xiang, but he is not as dazzling as King Xiang, gentle and friendly.

The fourth son, Lu Yinglun, lost his mother when he was young. He was brought up by eunuchs and maids, and lived in the palace.Both literary and martial arts backgrounds are not outstanding, and they are not valued by the king on weekdays.

The wind in Kyoto always has a smell of smoke and dust mixed with wind and sand. When the wind from outside the customs is swept in here, it is a little less harsh and a little more tender.The smell of spices in the streets and alleys is permeated by the wind, and the music of silk and bamboo plays around the beams, and the streets are full of prosperity and prosperity.

The young man was wearing a long purple dress, his black hair was tied on top of his head with a crown, his appearance was handsome, his face was fair, and his lips were smiling.He held an ebony folding fan, free and calm.The young man was followed by a boy in gray clothes, who followed behind him with his head down, looking submissive.

Lu Yingmo, the third prince of the Liang Kingdom, was worthy of the crown two months ago, and will soon be awarded the title of a county king.Compared with his elder brother's dazzling military achievements and the prince's mother's power, the third prince's resume is pale and insipid, and his Gyeonggi style evaluation is almost the same as that of the fourth prince.The only difference is that he has such an elder brother, which makes him a bit ineffective.However, he himself doesn't seem to care so much about these reputations. He smiles all day long and treats people with peace and courtesy, which is completely different from Prince Xiang.

Four fine horses drove past in front of the cart.

Lu Yingmo stepped aside, looked at the car strangely, then turned to the boy next to him and asked, "Do you know who that is?"

"Little... I don't know."

Lu Yingmo closed his folding fan and lowered his eyebrows in thought.When Fu raised his head, he was smiling again, but his eyes turned a few times on the carriage. "Let's go, Yuan Song is still waiting."

In the capital, when it comes to romantic and dandyism, Zhenguo Gonggongsong is No. 1.Lu Yingmo was at the gate of the house, and could already hear strands of mournful tunes slipping out of it, mixed with the singing of women and the crisp sound of gold and silver colliding.

He raised his hand and pushed open the carved wooden door, and the fragrant fragrance like orchid and musk came to his face immediately, suffocating him.

Orchid is only wearing tulle, naked/showing a waist like a water snake, dancing seductively like a snake.

Lu Yingmo walked around the dance floor and said to Yuan Song, "Hey! Which band did you invite here?"

When Yuan Song saw the person coming, he immediately smiled and said: "Ah, isn't this the North China General who sent the eldest son to Beijing to report on his duties? This is what His Majesty bestowed upon the North China eldest son... eh? Oh, yes, Yao Xuanxia! I remembered. His Majesty gave him a lot of gifts, and this is just one of them. I thought he was a rough general who didn't understand etiquette, but I didn't expect him to be a little bit of the world in Beijing. He knew I liked it, so he immediately sent Hu Ji I gave it to me. He is gentle and gentle, not half the appearance of a reckless man in the army. I don’t know, I thought he was a boy from the capital. He is about the same age as us, the same age. I asked him, he is the same as you born in the year."

Lu Yingmo sat down beside him, "Oh, then he is really a man with both civil and military skills."

"Yes. It's a pity that he is a concubine. In the end, his younger brother Yao Xuanrao, who was born as a concubine, became the general of North China. He went out to fight with his father when he was young, and he is very capable. Yao Xuanrao is still young and has never done anything. , and have no talent."

Yuan Song clapped his hands, and the Flame Dancer retreated quickly, taking away the lingering heat wave in the air at the same time.The ladies in flowing white dresses floated into the dance floor, washing away the strong breath just now like the tide. "Ying Mo, I guess you probably don't like that orchid. This group of dancers is one of the best in Beijing. Are you satisfied?"

"The temperament is clear and bright, and the dancing posture is graceful. However, it is still a little worse than the orchid just now."

"Isn't it? I don't know how the eldest son of North China coaxed His Majesty to give him the palace team." Yuan Song stretched out his hand and scratched the top of his head.

Lu Yingmo tilted his head and stared at the dancers in the pool, "Your team is not bad, but those in the palace, don't force it."

"That's the reason, but after seeing the good ones, I always feel that something is missing when I look at it again." Yuan Song complained to Lu Yingmo, "When His Majesty received him, I was in the court hall, He couldn't hear what he answered, but only heard His Majesty clapping his hands and laughing, saying something about him... Oh, yes, Daxian. Hey, I was surprised, what did he say? It is worthy of His Majesty's praise? "

Lu Yingmo took a sip of the tea in the cup, "If you can see it, then it's okay?"

"Tsk... that's right, it's really not something I can do. Forget it, don't worry about that. Ying Mo, I collected a few calligraphy and paintings a few days ago, and I will show them to you for review later?"

"I'm afraid I can't do it today. I still have some things to deal with later, so I won't stay any longer." After saying that, Lu Yingmo got up and left the table, and lifted the lid of the teacup with his wide sleeves, looking a little anxious.

Yuan Song glared at him, saw his flustered appearance, and asked in a daze, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Nowadays, the world is full of wars, the emperor values ​​martial arts over culture, and the son of a general can inherit the title... I am no better than my elder brother. I hold military power and have great military achievements." He smiled wryly on his slightly helpless face, "Others are watching .”

"That's right...then you go, I won't keep you."

The door closed slowly behind Lu Yingmo with a "squeak", and the sunlight outside the door was so bright that it dazzled people's eyes.He closed his eyes, his mind was spinning a thousand times, and he seemed to inadvertently sigh: "It's been a long time since my father spoke so highly of me."

The purple clothes looked a little bright under the sun, and cast a long shadow behind him, "Such a capable person, as a prince, I should go and ask for advice, don't you think?" I can't wait even one day, and I want to act right away.

"Yes, Master." The servant didn't know why, so he could only follow his words.I don't know why, but he has an inexplicable fear of this friendly master, even more than King Xiang.Illusion?He comforted himself like this, but he couldn't help being humble and submissive in front of the prince, even he himself couldn't explain why.

Lu Yingmo smiled sweetly, his expression was the same as usual, but inexplicably revealed an indescribable distance. "Prepare a small gift, this king wants to meet the eldest son of the North China General."

The servant lowered his head heavily, no one could see his expression clearly, "Yes, master." Don't hear, don't ask, don't speak, don't look, this is the fundamental reason why the servant can stay with Lu Yingmo for so long .Someone warned him not to be smart in front of this person, but to keep a low profile.Then, when the man tried food for the master every day, he was poisoned to death by the poisonous pastry in an instant.A plate of poisonous cakes, a life.I have been careful all my life, and my life just disappeared in such a vague way.This is the horror of politics.

Lu Yingmo turned into a shop selling calligraphy and painting, and picked out an unremarkable picture.On the white poster, a tiger painted in ink is sleeping under a pine tree, and a cat is hiding in the tree, baring its teeth, revealing a faint green animal pupil.Holding the painting, he told the boy standing behind him, "Go ask the cashier, how much does this painting cost?"

Hearing that he was quite fond of the painting, the accountant couldn't help but smiled wryly, "My lord, this painting has been with me for a long time, and it can't be sold no matter what, look..."

"Is there something wrong with this painting?"

"No, no! Absolutely not!" The accountant waved his hands again and again, seeing that he had a soft and harmless smile on his face, he couldn't help but relax, "Hey, let me tell you the truth, the scholar who sold this painting , the little-known name really does not match your identity!"

"It's okay, the meaning of this painting is very good. Would you like to sell it to me, sir?"

"This... this... Hey, it's ok, as long as the adults think it's appropriate. I'll go and wrap it up for you right now?"

"If you're in need of me, the shopkeeper, an ordinary brocade box will do." Lu Yingmo nodded slightly, his clothes swayed slightly in the wind, and the crown on his hair shone brightly.The accountant secretly shook his head, sighing secretly that he was probably old, and he couldn't understand the thoughts of these people in the imperial city.

Under Lu Yingmo's gesture, the young servant took the brocade box from the accountant's hand, and was so careful that the accountant gave the illusion that he was holding a peerless painting.The accountant smiled apologetically, took the money from the boy and watched them leave, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow, "Who is this?"

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