Haiyan

Heavy snow fell on the ancient road, and the bells sounded far away, ten short and nine long.

Frost and white can be seen all over the eyes, and the cold and dull expression on the pedestrian's face is a bit lower than the surrounding cold air.

The death knell rang for nine days, the trembling branches flew wildly, and the white plum blossoms in the city were in full bloom, and the snow scene blended together, making it even more sad.

The fallen gray and white wall skin on both sides of the palace wall corridor was lifted up and down by the cleaning shovel, and the palace people hurriedly walked with their heads bowed, making it more and more gloomy and gloomy in the frosty and snowy day. On the day of national mourning, all the palace walls and houses were covered with a layer White cloth, bright and dazzling, unavoidable.

"drive!"

With a loud shout, the horse's hooves stepped on the bell of refusal, splashing a snowflake behind him, and the figure was running fast. Before the imperial army had time to kneel down, they saw the people on horseback whizzing past.

"Welcome the eighth prince back to the palace!"

On the Bauhinia Avenue, the palace people bowed their heads and bowed one after another. The horse was still galloping, but seeing the man on the horse jumping off, the centurion hurried forward to catch the reins, and heard the man ask: " Where is the sacrificial hall!"

"Your Highness, this way please."

Stretching out his hand and tugging at the lapel of his collar, Zhao Yuqing quickly followed the steps of the centurion and hadn't come back for ten years. This corner of the palace wall was a stranger to him, as if he had never been here before.

At this time, outside the Hall of Eternal Life, there were crowds of people, like a wave.

It can be seen that the white shirts stretch for several miles. On the Jiuzhong Palace, the white flags cover the sky and the earth, the golden coffin looks at the eyes, the purple and gold totem fangs are sprayed, and the fire snakes on both sides of the palace road lead the way. The sound, the majestic waves heralded the departure of an emperor, and the heaven and the earth would lament for it.

The snow and the sky are the same color, and people who are shaking can't open their eyes.

The voice of chanting sutras is like the lingering sorrow between the nine heavens, wandering like silk, full of sorrow and resentment.

"Father!"

A loud drink sounded in vain, like a thunderbolt blasting into the sacrificial hall.

All the people outside the hall who were still bowing their heads and crying, turned their heads and saw the young man in a black shirt with a black cloth on his forehead, his eyes were red, and he fell to his knees.

"Eight...His Highness the Eighth!"

The eunuch who was still burning the copper paper spoke in disbelief. In the center of the hall, many elders had stood up and looked. Zhao Yuqing knelt all the way from the Bauhinia corridor, and his knees touched Bai Xue, leaving two long marks.

"Who do you say he is?!"

In the depths of the hall, Zhao Yuqiang asked, and all the mustard in his hand that was about to be thrown into the golden basin fell all at once, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

"Eight...His Highness Eighth, His Highness Eighth is back!"

As if they had finally confirmed the identity of the visitor, the people in the hall looked at each other in dismay, but they dared not make any noise before the national funeral.

"Father!"

The shouting sounded again in vain, and this time it came to everyone's ears clearly, "My son... I'm late."

In a very simple carriage parked by the roadside, just as the curtain was lowered, a gentle voice sounded slowly: "Ping, he's back."

Yin Ping dexterously turned his hand holding the teacup, and Yin Ping seemed a little absent-minded. He stretched out his finger to dip some tea, then slowly wrote a few words on the table in front of him, and asked, "What did Mr. Chi say? "

Qingjun said: "Mr. Chi let us not have to worry about the future. He and Xu Feng will take care of Chishui."

Yin Ping snorted and said: "Back then, the eighth son left Wang Yu angrily because of my elder brother's disappearance, and swore that he would never return to the Western Han Dynasty in his life. Now that dog emperor has just died, so he came here in such a hurry, you Say, is it because of that filial piety, or is there some other purpose?"

With a smile on the corner of Qingjun's mouth, he refilled his empty glass with water, and said, "No matter what purpose he came back for, it won't affect our affairs."

Yin Ping looked at her and said with a smile, "Why don't we make a bet?"

Qingjun's slender eyebrows raised slightly, while fiddling with the cup in his hand, he asked, "What are you betting on?"

Yin Ping: "Just bet on the purpose of Zhao Yuqing's return."

Qingjun: "What about the bet?"

Yin Ping thought for a while and said, "You decide, whatever you want."

Qingjun looked at him, his almond eyes watered: "Forget it over there, you won't agree to what I want."

Yin Ping said with a smile: "This is what I said, it hasn't started yet, but the chances of victory are within my grasp."

Qingjun said: "Didn't I win the bet we made?"

Yin Ping sighed: "Maybe you will lose to me this time?"

Qing Jun glanced at him and said, "This kind of thing will never happen between you and me."

Yin Ping laughed and said: "Well, you might as well talk about your bargaining chip first, as long as it is not too much, I will follow you."

Qingjun thought for a while, and said: "I will keep my bargaining chip for now, and I will ask you for it later... This time I will let you, you first tell your guess."

Yin Ping put his hands on the table, and said: "The situation in the Western Han Dynasty is so turbulent now, there are tigers and wolves in front and behind, and Zhao Yuqiang caused so many troubles to the Western Han Dynasty during his administration. The other princes must have been dissatisfied in their eyes, but what happened behind him? Zhao Yuqing's mother is Di Guogong's lineage, and he was able to overwhelm the sky in the capital city at that time. It's just that he has grown old over the years, and the only one who relies on him is not in the capital, so he has restrained his edge since then. ...But I got the news a few days ago that Di Guogong's mansion sent people secretly looking for Zhao Yuqing in various places as early as a year ago, and they found it half a year ago, but Zhao Yuqing himself refused to come back, and the others are not for the time being. Said, but relying on Di Guogong's move, it must be preparing to do something."

Qingjun said: "What if they just want to find the eighth son back and have no other ideas?"

Yin Ping looked at him, his eyes flickering, "If you just want to find the eighth son back, why bother to interfere in the uprising of the slaves in Yuezhou?"

Qingjun smiled and said: "It seems that I will lose this time."

Yin Ping held her hand in his palm and said, "That's not necessarily true. Zhao Yuqing is very stubborn and has strong opinions. If he doesn't want to do something, no one can force him. So, you still have a chance to win." Opportunity."

Qing Jun looked down at his eyebrows, Yin Ping's eyebrows were very high, and he had an exotic flavor, but it was not so obvious. If it wasn't for the glaring scar on his forehead, his hostility would not seem so serious.

Suppressing the change in his heart, after a long time, Qing Jun finally couldn't help asking: "Ping, do you think Zhao Yuqing would know... where did Yin Kang go?"

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Some of the best orchids were covered in the hot spring pool in the Wutong Garden, and the white ones seemed to blend in with the heavy snow all over the sky.

The octagonal pavilion sells high-quality wine, which is very fragrant and mellow, mixed with snow.

"Mr. Ruan won't come back for the time being, he said he still has to wait for a while, let me give the things to the second master first."

Ah Cheng handed the letter in his hand to Li Su, who was sitting beside the hot spring pool in a light gray crane cloak to enjoy the snow, his white filial attire was exposed from the opening of his outstretched hand, and said indifferently: "Follow Taiwei's mansion." Did you say hello?"

Ah Cheng was also dressed in white, even the scabbard was covered with a white cloth, and said: "The master is still in the palace, I don't know yet."

Li Su read the letter quickly, thought for a while, and then asked, "What day is it today?"

Ah Cheng: "It's the seventh day of November."

The boiling wine in front of him was gurgling and steaming, Li Su was a little dazed for a while, and said: "The national funeral will end tomorrow, and the new emperor will be enthroned, and it will be about a year later."

Ah Cheng asked: "Second Master, you don't intend to tell about Mr. Ruan's affairs...well, Master Sheng?"

He really didn't know what to call that person, his mouth seemed to be scalded by boiling water.

Li Su said solemnly: "Now is not the time, go and tell Mr. Ruan that you must dare to come back before the new emperor ascends the throne."

After Ah Cheng retreated, Li Su leaned back on the soft couch again.

There was silence all around, as if he could even hear Xueluo's voice clearly, with his eyes closed, there was a barely noticeable fine line between his brows, and the corners of his cold lips seemed a little tense, it could be seen that he was worried about something.

This year's snow seems to have been falling for a long time. From the beginning of October to the present, there has been no sign of stopping. When people step on it, the snow has covered their knees. All over the place, coupled with the fact that it was already extremely depressing during the national mourning period, this news made the court even more overwhelmed and overwhelmed.

Emperor Longwu died a month ago, and after his death, he was given the posthumous title of 'Emperor Ai'. It is said that the fifth prince Zhao Yuqiang personally gave this name to him, and it immediately exploded in the Senate.

Emperor Ai's death was extremely tragic. Although the whole court knew about it, he did not dare to reveal it to the outside world. The late emperor had made countless achievements during his lifetime, so naming him with this name after his death obviously aroused the suspicion of the people in the world.

However, Zhao Yuqiang ignored the objections of the ministers, and killed two elders who threatened each other with death. He was very decisive. Later, the important ministers did not dare to make a sound when they saw this, so they had to give up and let him do it.

A sound of rustling footsteps approaching slowly on the snow, Li Su slightly opened his eyes, but saw the old man who delivered the food staggered up the stone steps, put down the things in his hands gently, and greeted him very respectfully. Then he started to move without saying a word.

Li Su frowned in a bit of embarrassment, and said lightly, "What about today?"

The old man froze for a moment, then respectfully said: "Yes."

Li Su looked at the crappy meals he brought out, couldn't help chuckling for a while, and asked, "What about others?"

The servant said: "Master Sheng is still busy in the kitchen, and he just finished it right now, let the old slave bring it to the second master first."

Li Su sighed, and said involuntarily, "Why didn't I realize that he still has this hobby..."

Love to cook is certainly virtuous, but if the food you make is horrible, you should reflect on yourself whether you are suitable for this job.Li Su thought so in his heart, but he still picked up a piece of blackened lettuce with his chopsticks and swallowed it, and said with a smile, "It really doesn't make much progress."

The servant bowed to the side and waited. After a while, Li Su ate up all the food on the table. When he stepped forward to clean up the plate, he saw that the plate was bottomed out, and he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. But he didn't dare to show it, so he listened to Li Su's order: "Let him come over in a while, just say..."

He thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any reason.

Sighing, he threw the deerskin blanket covering his legs casually on the couch, and said to himself, "I'll go find him."

The author has something to say: Blood of Gold is inspired by Blood of Bronze written by Jiangnan. I pay tribute to my favorite author and thank you little angels for supporting Volume [-]~

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