[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Included in the ancestral hall.Why did I treat them badly, my clan and people betrayed me so much, Murong..." He stroked the bangs on Murong Ziying's forehead and eyebrows, and asked innocently like an ignorant child, "Tell me, what else do I have? ? "

"Your Highness really thinks so?" Murong Ziying restrained her face in embarrassment, without any intention of consoling, she just asked again, "The gods respect martial arts more, and if they are unable to protect their subjects and occupy important positions, and they are highly respected, Your Highness How to deal with it?"

Ouyang Mingri was stunned, his eyes slowly lowered, his fingers rolled lightly, and wrapped around the golden crown on his cheeks. At this moment, he looked like a sad and wronged child.

Murong Ziying had a thought, staggered her eyes, made some adjustments, and then said calmly: "Your Highness is originally from the royal family, and has been in the world for a long time. How can you not understand the cause and effect of this?"

"Your Highness is just unwilling to give everything for the tribe, and in the end..." Murong Ziying paused, and finally looked into Ouyang Mingri's eyes. These two most beautiful eyes in the world are now as hot as burning water, which is too dangerous.

Ouyang Mingri shook his head and chuckled, took the celadon cup in his hand, and sighed leisurely: "Murong Ziying, Murong Ziying, you really..."

Suddenly it was so calm and calm, Murong Ziying didn't think he felt any better, but became more hostile, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable, she stepped forward and clasped Ouyang Mingri's shoulders, solemnly said: "There is nowhere to go There is no place that cannot be avoided, Ziying is willing to follow wherever His Highness wishes to go."

"Don't talk too much." Ouyang Mingri categorically reprimanded him.

In Luoyang, the eastern capital, the most powerful woman in the world is wandering through the gates of the palace. There is a trace of hesitation in her heart, but there is no hesitation.

The wind lifted the curtains of the bed, and the shadows of the trees swayed slightly. She sat down, frowning, suddenly feeling sad.

There are people coming and going in Chang'an Street, cars and horses are constantly on the road, and the sound of wheels is hurrying. Prince Xian is on his way to the Eastern Capital. Before leaving Chang'an City, he sent another person back to the Eastern Palace. What Ouyang said changed very much tomorrow. It is now imminent.

The repatriated bodyguards were stopped shortly thereafter, he was not in a hurry, and Li Xian had already arranged someone for the Eastern Palace. Now that Empress Wu is monopolizing the power, the Crown Prince has nothing to rely on. Who else can he pin his hopes on? Woolen cloth.

Soon after the prince left, an eunuch from the Eastern Palace went to look for Ouyang Mingri, but was stopped by Yi Shui outside the house, he shouted inside, Ouyang Mingri heard it, and invited him in.

The eunuch hurried forward, knelt down and said, "The Queen of Heaven summoned the prince to Luoyang to punish the prince for his crimes!"

Ouyang will ask tomorrow: "What is the crime?"

The eunuch bowed his head and said bitterly: "Someone has come here to say that the crown prince is having sex with his servants."

"What about sex?" Ouyang Mingri curled his lips into a sarcastic smile, "It's a good reason. Back then, the crown prince Chengqian was spoiled because of his pampering. I think the Holy One has some grievances in his heart. It's a good start."

"Sir?" The eunuch slightly raised his head to look at Ouyang Mingri, although he was impatient, he didn't dare to ask again.

Ouyang said tomorrow: "Go down, I will do my best to help, don't use the East Palace."

The eunuch hastily withdrew, the room was filled with a murderous aura, which made people tremble in midsummer.

"What's your Highness' plan?" Murong Ziying asked.

Ouyang Mingri snorted softly, curled up his crown, and said lazily: "Do you think I will know nothing if I close the door for ten days? There are more people in the East Palace who have been bribed than the prince, and they are almost like a sieve."

"Yishui." When Ouyang Mingri called, Mo Qingjian Ling knelt down and accepted the order, the young man was in high spirits and starry eyes.

Ouyang Mingri raised his eyebrows slightly, and waved his sleeves to order: "Immediately kill Zhao Daosheng, the slave of the traitor, and throw out all the unnecessary things in the East Palace!"

"Follow the master's order." Yi Shui stood up with his sword in his hands, turned around and walked out of the door, and stepped down the steps, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

The crown prince's frame has not reached the Eastern Capital, but the three Prime Ministers have all arrived at the Eastern Palace. Xue Yuanchao, Pei Yan, and Gao Zhi led more than a hundred soldiers to the Eastern Palace on Wednesday. They saw that the guards outside the palace were arranged as usual, except that there were two more people beside the red pillar in front of the gate. , one sitting and one standing, one long and one short.

The sitting person has reached the age of the crown, dressed in brocade clothes, rich or expensive, a little cinnabar between the eyebrows is the most special, the standing person is always a young man, with a straight shoulder and a sword, like a hero, like a Taoist, with an awe-inspiring aura like a sword leaping out of its sheath.

Xue Yuanchao didn't speak all the time, but now he said to himself: "Who is this?"

Pei Yan only answered: "Prince's guest." Then he stepped forward and asked Ouyang Mingri, "Who is your Excellency? Why are you guarding in front of the East Palace."

Ouyang Mingri played with the crown tassel with one hand, raised his eyebrows, and said with a playful smile: "What's so little about a small name, since you are guarding the door, you should be a janitor."

Pei Yan nodded, not intending to inquire, and ignored him, several people led the crowd into the East Palace, with the order in hand, no one dared to stop him, the series of footsteps stopped and stopped on the threshold.

Ouyang Mingri suddenly clenched the tassel of the crown, and did nothing.

In the depths of the courtyard, the laurel trees were in full bloom, and the sword's edge was slowly withdrawing in the layers of green. Yi Shui stepped over the corpse, and vaguely heard the sound of opening the warehouse to search.

Some people in the East Palace colluded with outsiders, wanting to frame the prince for hiding the military revolution and impose the crime of treason, but the introduction was to have an affair with the pretty Zhao Daosheng, even Ouyang Mingri was surprised.

He doesn't think that Empress Wu has no ability to govern the country, let alone blood and gender, but he is worried that Empress Wu will have too much influence on the Tang Dynasty, implicating the dragon veins in his body that are strong enough to lock his soul, and Prince Li Xian is the only one in the clan today. He is still capable of being a prosperous emperor, but he only hates that he crosses his soul too late, missed Prince Hong, and missed the best time.

Tomorrow is bright, and the breeze is coming.Ouyang Mingri closed his eyes lightly, his delicate face was quiet and watery, that spot of vermilion was like blood, ignited a cluster of fire between his eyebrows, and warmed the lake in his heart to ice.

Murong Ziying was fascinated by watching, heard the movement in the wall, sighed inwardly, reached out to touch Ouyang Mingri, but the man asked first: "What's the matter?"

"Zhaorong." Murong Ziying withdrew her hand shyly, "Do you only want to protect the crown prince?"

Ouyang Mingri remained silent, the golden satin crown suddenly flipped up with the wind, brushing the white porcelain cheeks flutteringly, it was only peaceful and peaceful.

No.20 eight times

A pair of ingenious hands, holding a sharp silver knife, pierces slightly from under the jaw, slowly and lightly scratches along the bone, the flesh is cut, the blood is gracefully winding, the silver blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and penetrates inch by inch, without a hair Take it out, peel off this beautiful face, leaving only a faceless bloody face.

With the sound of shouting and knocking doors from near and far, all parts of the East Palace were searched, the palace guards ran around, and Pei Yan and Xue Yuanchao stayed in the East Palace storage all the time.

Pei Yan stood under the tree at the door with his hands behind his back, listening to the reports again and again, but there was no result, and his brows never frowned. speak out.

"You can't count clearly." Pei Yan suddenly turned around and asked.

Xue Yuanchao said, "It's innumerable." No one could tell that he was angry.

Pei Yan turned around and stepped in, pointing at the soldiers in the storehouse and said: "These objects, standards, and quantities are all within the various rate systems of the Eastern Palace, so there is nothing to count." He sighed, and sighed again, "Send someone to report to the Queen of Heaven."

Xue Yuanchao looked at him, but still didn't speak.

The curtains of the ancient temple are fragrant and fragrant, and the barriers are green and cloudy. In the heavy tents in the east, the beauties are old and late, and they still say that the princes of the world are full of emotions.

In the east of Luoyang, Empress Wu was halfway up, with a long white pleated skirt dragging the floor, holding her hairpin and saying: "I still underestimate this young master Ouyang."

"He is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among men." A person below reconciled.

This person is dressed in a bun, with a beautiful body, his eyebrows and eyes are like strokes, and there is a bit of evil in his charm, it is the little fox.

Zheng Ji laughed again: "Of course, people are human after all, and their weaknesses are just like ordinary people."

When Empress Wu heard the words, she only looked at him meaningfully, but asked: "You are a man of the King of England, what do you want to do this time?"

"This has nothing to do with the king." Zheng Ji knelt down, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled, a little bright and cute, but couldn't suppress his greed and excitement, and said in a low voice, "The little one has fought with Ouyang Jun for many years, and I want to get him One thing, now, wants him even more."

"Okay, that's straightforward enough." Empress Wu smiled and said suddenly, "But this person can't give it to you."

Zheng Ji bowed his head deeply, smiled slightly, and remained silent.

No one would pass by under the show corridor, and there was a square table in the middle, facing the celadon, and the greenery became fragrant.It was so easy to keep the East Palace clean, Ouyang Mingri guarded this small area and drank hot tea leisurely.

There was a crisp sound on the wooden table, Ouyang Mingri buckled the porcelain cup, and asked in a little surprise, "Can I go?"

"Hey." The person who came to report from the Eastern Palace under the steps nodded and said, "Your Majesty and the Queen of Heaven will invite you to the Eastern Capital to decide together... the prince's matter."

"Decision?!" The porcelain cup in Ouyang Mingri's hand cracked suddenly, his eyes slowly slid from his fingertips to the scorched floor, he frowned suddenly, and waved his hand to make him retreat.

Murong Ziying watched the person walk away, and asked with great interest: "What does Your Highness think Empress Wu has captured?"

Ouyang Mingri was a little annoyed at once, he cast a sidelong glance at Murong Ziying, and said in an unkind way: "Let's go, go to Luoyang."

In the inner palace of the Eastern Capital, the crown prince Xian knelt in front of the steps in the deep hall, his hands had grabbed the blanket under his knees and soaked in blood.

Li Zhi had been sitting in front of the case for more than an hour, but he didn't say a word.

The door of the hall is closed tightly, bamboo curtains are hanging down, and in the dark, strands of light are like golden threads, dripping water, rippling and fragrant mist, and the red ladder is pushed down to the red door.

The palace city is vast and deep, the vast world, the blue sky and the blue sky, the arch of the Hongqiao Bridge, Ouyang Mingri stopped under the Qingbo Bamboo Corridor, looking at the row of women in front of him inexplicably.

Five palace ladies in men's attire, with a little makeup, light and handsome, blocked Ouyang Mingri's way, all of them smiling like spring flowers.

Ouyang Mingri gently buckled the wooden chair with Yu Xiao, and asked the people behind him with a smile: "Murong, what do you think of these girls?"

"This..." Murong Ziying was speechless, he never thought