[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Scholars in all dynasties probably couldn't escape the words literati and relatives.

Liu Yanqing is a literati, fundamentally a nobleman of the former dynasty.

So these four words are not obviously brought to the extreme in him.

The inheritance of the kings of the wild has nothing to do with Pingyuanhou's mansion.

His father lived in Nanshan, Dianzhou, and he called himself a layman in Nanshan. He spent his free time fishing boats, felling rocks, woodcutters and axes, and worked with herbs in the mountains all day. A person who avoids disaster by taking care of himself alone.

There was an anecdote in Jiangnan 30 or [-] years ago.

The young lady of the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, Shen's family, was abducted and eloped by a poor boy carrying a medicine box.

Being hired as a wife and rushing to be a concubine has ruined the reputation of several daughters of the Shen family for a while.

Shen Gong was ill for two months and threatened to sever ties with the daughter.

This poor boy is Liu Yanqing's father.

After all, Liu Yanqing still wants to call Shen Gong grandpa.

There is a lazy arrogance in his bones, this arrogance relies on talent, and people who have not known him for a long time will not be able to see this arrogance.

In his eyes, there are two kinds of people in the world, a group of elm-headed idiots and Zhao Yan, who he doesn't understand but finds it interesting.

After many twists and turns, he took the scarred bird into his arms.

On the fifth day after Zhao Yan entered the Liu residence, Liu Yanqing received a secret letter from the monk Bian Mu in the palace.

The letter said, there may be a mystery behind the plaque of Yunguang Temple.

Monk Bian Mu placed Dai Gao in a small prisoner who hid in the dark and saw it with his own eyes. Dai Gao seemed to have found something behind the plaque of the Yunguang Temple. Re-stuffed the plaque back.

Liu Yanqing left a secret letter for Bian Mu and handed it to the messenger.

The messenger was about to leave Liu's mansion, but he was followed by Jin Yiwei's spies. The spies followed all the way, and unexpectedly saw the monk Bianmu.

Monk Bian Mu may have colluded with foreign ministers.

The spy repaired the book and presented it to the emperor's case.

In recent days, Chu Yu’s papers have piled up like a mountain, Xinzhou has been collected in the northwest, millions of refugees from outside the pass are waiting for the court to resettle, and Qin Wang’s class teacher has returned to the court to respond to the matter, this secret letter has been suppressed behind a lot of government affairs, and it does not matter. peep.

Zhao Yan was seriously ill.

Shi Yuan's verdict that he may not survive until after autumn is true.

For half a month, the entire Liu mansion was covered by the smell of traditional Chinese medicine. In the middle of the night, the earth dragon was hot, and everyone in the mansion was sweating, but Zhao Yan's hands and feet were cold, and her hair was soaked in strands of cold sweat. face, sometimes curled up and trembling.

After suffering, his body became weaker and duller day by day, he woke up less and slept more, his lips were blue, like a jade man carved out of cold ice.

Liu Yanqing was guarding by the side, stroking his temples one after another, her slender eyes finally showed some worry.

He knew that Zhao Yan would not have a good time in prison, but Rong Sheng was the Minister of Dali Temple, and he knew that Rong Sheng's character was not a person who made trouble, and even if Rong Ying wanted to take revenge, Rong Sheng would stop her and not suffer too much. compare notes.

What happened in Dali Temple that dragged his body to such a situation?

Liu Yanqing studied poisonous insects with his father since he was a child, and his talent was amazing. His father taught him everything. Later, Liu Yanqing became tired of Gu and insects, so he studied with the great Confucian of the Shen family. A young child, A Luoyang Fu rose to fame, and set off a wave of literati writing Fu as far as the north and south of the river.

There are such people in this world, no matter what they do, they can calmly achieve the top level, but they seem to be careless. They really trample on the dignity that ordinary people can't catch up with in 30 or [-] years.

The continuous winter snow is accompanied by the stern north wind.

The fireworks in the world are covered by heavy snow, and occasionally one or two dogs barking can be heard in the market.Xiaozhou Mountain turned into a snow ridge, and the Wangjing River outside the city became a thick layer of ice.

Zhao Yan's illness is like this winter snow, which overturned the crumbling city.

One day he woke up from a dream, and suddenly he didn't know what day it was. He could only see the heavy snow outside the window, and the sound of the wind shouting outside.

Liu Yanqing put on a thick fox fur for him, the snow-white fox fur reflected the sharp chin, and the medicine fragrance all over her body became heavier and heavier.

It seemed that these days, whenever he opened his eyes, he could see Liu Yanqing.

Liu Yanqing supported him to lean on the beauty bed, Zhao Yan's head fell heavily on Liu Yanqing's shoulder, and she coughed twice.

The young man in the moon white gown gently wiped the blood off his lips, "What do you want to say?"

Hair like a dark cloud fell on Liu Yanqing's shoulders, mixed with mottled and cruel ashes.

Zhao Yan said softly, "When will King Qin come back?"

Liu Yanqing frowned and listened, but did not answer.

"I lost his golden knife. I can't remember where it went."

"He's back, Brother Ming is coming back too."

"I should have grown up a lot now. The last time I saw him, he was dark and thin. No one will take care of him in the future. Will he take extra meals?"

Zhao Yan has never said so many words in front of outsiders in her life.

He was sick and drowsy, tightly clutching Liu Yanqing's sleeve, "You help me keep an eye on him in the future, don't let him be impulsive again."

Liu Yanqing's voice was hoarse, "Why don't you stare at him yourself?"

"I may not live to that time." Zhao Yan laughed softly.

"Liu Yanqing, I have killed many people. But the murderer who killed my mother, I still don't know."

"This is my retribution for killing too many sins."

Liu Yanqing hugged him tightly, "It's not retribution, everyone in this world has their own destiny."

"Everyone has their own destiny, why do you want to intervene?"

After a long silence, Liu Yanqing finally said, "I want to change my fate against the sky."

Zhao Yan didn't speak, he didn't have the strength to speak anymore.

He stared at the flying snowflakes in a daze, knowing that he would not be able to last until the flowers bloom next year.

In Zhao Changning's early years, when Lang, a young man of similar age, was reciting poems and composing music, he was playing tricks and making careful calculations when he was in high spirits. His tired gray hair grew early and he was exhausted.

Now that he has come to the end, he is finally willing to let go of the burden on his shoulders, with only a simple stubbornness, waiting for someone to come back.

Fenghuaxueyue was not suitable for a filthy person like him.

The 15-year-old Zhao Changning may have been fascinated by the beautiful girl who threw a lot of apricot blossoms into his arms on the tower, and he once talked about what kind of woman he would spend his life with in the future. Face, and step by step until now, he can't even remember the official lady's name.

Zhao Changning is like a floating pistil relying on the wind, drifting down the stream.

You can't live by him, you can't stop by him, you can't die by him.

He was still alive, but he put himself in the grave early.

The people in the yang world cannot enter, and the ghosts inside cannot exit.

Until one day, a ray of light came through the gap.

Fifteen years ago, Zhao Yan knelt in the snow and solved the difficulties in the Northwest.

Fifteen years later, King Qin achieved great victory at the Border Pass, and the imperial court amnesty the world.

No one can tell the cause and effect in this world.