Sparrow dream dance

The news after the seal spread quickly.

Even the most remote cold palace in the whole palace can hear these messages from the howling cold wind.

The Holy Majesty wants to make Su Li, a woman from Qingzhou, his queen.

At this point, the pair of sisters who were selected by the former emperor to enter the palace - the second beauty of the Su family, have all become the concubines of the current Holy Majesty.

But it seems that this is not a happy event.

The new emperor's unabashed decision undoubtedly made the already precarious court and harem even more precarious.

It also made the singing voice that seemed to be floating in the air gradually become clearer and louder.

In the beginning, only one child sang the song, but when it started, more and more children followed suit.

One day, a young man in Chinese clothes who kept stabbing his sword in the courtyard suddenly raised his head, listened carefully for a moment, then dropped his sword and ran towards the door.

"Your Highness! Your Highness King Qin! It's snowing outside! Where are you going?"

The steward of Prince Qin's Mansion hurriedly hugged the oil-paper umbrella, and followed the young man in fancy clothes to chase him out.

"Open the door!" The boy hurriedly ordered to the guards guarding the door.

The guards hurriedly pushed open the heavy gate of the palace, and the steward also propped up a huge oil-paper umbrella and held it above the boy's head.

Before the door of the mansion was fully opened, the young man rushed out in one stride.

"Your Highness! Your Highness King Qin!" The manager was in a hurry, but the paper umbrella got stuck at the door, so he had to put the umbrella away again and chase out.

He was very old, and when he ran to the side of the standing boy, he coughed heavily and kept panting heavily.

The young man stood in the middle of the market, surrounded by bustling crowds and endless stream of horses and horses on both sides, but he remained motionless.

"Your Highness, you... what's wrong with you?" He didn't understand why the young man suddenly came to this market street.

"Look over there." The young man in fancy clothes stretched out a finger, pointing not far away.

He looked in the direction of the boy, and saw a group of children playing and frolicking, chasing each other with branches in their hands, and seemed to be humming some out-of-key tunes in their mouths.

"Your Highness, this..."

He was a little puzzled, he didn't know what was so strange about it, it would make the young prince run out in the snow in this freezing weather.

"Shh, close your eyes and listen carefully." The boy slowly closed his eyes.

He could only imitate the boy's appearance and closed his eyes.

Gradually, he distinguished the voices of the children from the noisy yelling.The child's voice was crisp and tender, which made people laugh at first, but after listening to it several times, his face suddenly turned pale, he quickly opened his eyes, lowered his voice, and said to the boy, "Your Highness, this... this But it's an anti-poem."

"Yan returned, stealing the national jade."

The children sang and ran past the two of them, only to see a smile finally appear on the boy's plain face, and he also hummed:

"When barbarians come in, the palace is in chaos."

The steward was shocked, and hurriedly propped up the oil-paper umbrella to firmly cover the jade-like youth who frequently caught the eye.

"The demon emperor appears, and the god dies."

But the young man grabbed the oil-paper umbrella and threw it heavily on the ground, revealing his red and excited eyes, and chanted loudly word by word:

"The war is starting again, who is there?!"

With a 'pop' sound, Murong Yan threw the memorial on the ground heavily, and stood with her hands behind her back.

The flickering fire in the cauldron reflected on her face, she looked desolate and shocked.

"Find it out, who taught it."

"No." Xue Yi clasped his fists and replied.

Yang Dayou, Shi Feng and Zhu Yuanshan looked at each other speechlessly, they could only sigh in their hearts.

They don't know how difficult it is for Murong Yan to walk this journey.

And what a hardship between her and Chu Xiati.

Even if you want to make her queen today, you can only deceive the whole world that she is Su Li, the concubine chosen by the previous emperor, and you can't tell the truth that she is the Xiongnu princess.

But Yang Zhong couldn't hold back his anger, and couldn't help muttering, "I don't understand, who does the master want to marry, and what does it matter to others? Also, the teacher's mother is obviously not the concubine of the late emperor, so why did the teacher marry you?" Don't say it!"

The color in Murong Yan's eyes darkened, but she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Yang Dayou raised his hand and called Yang Zhong's head, scolding, "Stinky boy! Is there such a thing as talking to your majesty?! You must know that your teacher's wife is the princess of the Xiongnu. However, the relationship between the Xiongnu and my Dayan But there is a blood feud, so once this marriage involves grievances between the two countries, it is definitely not as simple as you think! Even if Your Majesty wants to marry in a fair and honest way, I am afraid that the subjects of Dayan and the Huns will not let it go, let alone What's more, there are still so many people with evil intentions in the court, if at this juncture, a Xiongnu princess is brought out, it will be very wrong! Do you understand, kid?"

Yang Zhong scratched his head, then lowered his head, not daring to make another sound.

"Brother Yang, Xiao Zhong also has good intentions." Murong Yan sighed, "Maybe I am not suitable to be the emperor."

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much." Xue Yi said steadily, "Those who achieve great things will inevitably be criticized by people in the future, but..."

He bent down and picked up the memorial that Murong Yan had just thrown on the ground.The poem was written in flying and phoenix dances, and the words were dazzling. He closed it slowly, and continued calmly, "It's just that I hope that after the conferment of the empress is over, I hope that your majesty can concentrate on strengthening the state. Let the people with ulterior motives regenerate turmoil."

Among the Yanshan Four Heroes back then, the oldest and most thoughtful one was the leader of the Four Heroes - Xue Yi.

Because of his outstanding military exploits, he is now named Marquis of Yanshan, a public minister, and is Murong Yan's most trusted mentor and minister.

But when he saw this ballad, he was not too surprised by the first half.

Yan returned and stole the national jade.

Look at the first sentence, it's about King Xiang Murongyan returning from Yanmen Pass to Beijing to seize the palace, this is already known to everyone, it doesn't make much difference whether to say it or not.Moreover, what the people really care about is not who will be the emperor, but who can be a good emperor.

When barbarians enter, the palace is in chaos.

From the second sentence, it can be seen that the poet must be very familiar with Murongyan. Even if Chu Xiati's conferment is not an issue, with the existence of the former empress Leng Lange, Murongyan will definitely be crowned The scandal of having an affair with the queen's wife.However, in the past dynasties, it is inevitable for the emperor to leave a few secret histories of the palace, and this is nothing more than a sigh and talk after dinner.

But when he read the second half of the poem, Xue Yi faintly felt something strange in his heart, because these two sentences looked more like some kind of prophecy, some kind of extremely absurd prophecy.

The demon emperor appears, and the god dies.The war started again, who lived?

Is the Demon Emperor referring to Murong Yan?How could the gods die?war. .Who is the war for?

Poem writers, why did they write these two sentences?

These two sentences are just complaints or curses written viciously by poets, or. . .

He didn't dare to think deeply, because he suddenly realized the most terrible thing.

That is, ordinary people don't ponder over it as carefully as he does. What they see is that the first half of the sentence has been realized, so they may naturally believe in their hearts that the second half of the sentence will also come true.

And this kind of people's belief in what others say is a terrible force.

That person must be someone who is very familiar with the way of power and tactics, so that he will know that he can ruin his reputation and even lose his country with just a single song without a single soldier.

He frowned and said, "The top priority is, I will find out the source of this ballad for His Majesty as soon as possible."

In fact, for him, he already had a candidate in his heart at this moment.

It's just that he was worried that if it was really that person, Murong Yan would not be ruthless to completely wipe him out.

When Murong Yan heard this, she just nodded wearily.

When Xue Yi and others walked out of the imperial study room, snowflakes the size of goose feathers were still floating outside.

Zhu Yuanshan and Shi Feng walked behind. He rubbed his hands, exhaled whitely, and said, "Third brother, this year's snow is really endless."

Shi Feng said expressionlessly, "This year's troubles are also endless."

Zhu Yuanshan patted him on the shoulder and said with a low laugh, "It will always pass. Fortunately, in a few days, there will be wedding wine to drink! Thinking about it, have we not been with His Majesty and siblings for many years? Got really drunk..."

Shi Feng recalled the time when he and Murongyan and others did not know each other at Yanmen Pass, and they talked and drank freely at the banquet, a smile finally appeared on his lips, and he said, "Very good, now, these two people can It finally came to fruition.”

"I hope there will be good weather that day."

"I think it will be a sunny day."

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The sun gradually rises and slowly sets.

In the past few days, Murong Yan would leave very early in the morning every day, so every time Chu Xiati woke up and turned around, it was empty.

But fortunately, in the evening, she would come back, and the two of them would have dinner together.

Murong Yan asked her at every turn, "What else do you need to add?"

She smiled and shook her head, pointed to the treasures and jewelry in the hall, and said, "If you add more, you can open a jewelry shop."

"Are there enough people serving in the palace? Do you want me to send some more..."

"No need! I have hands and feet, so I don't need so many people to wait on me!"

Murong Yan had no choice but to smile slightly, and held up her chopsticks to pick up some food for her, "Then you should eat more, you are too thin."

Chu Xiati suddenly put down her chopsticks, and asked seriously, "Will you always be so kind to me? Will you always be so kind to me only?"

Murong Yan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "What stupid things are you talking about, I naturally only treat you well."

Chu Xiati hesitated for a moment before saying, "Today, sister Wan came to see me."

Murongyan's smile froze, and she asked, "What did she say to you? You should understand, I won't say anything to her..."

"I know." Chu Xiati interrupted, "I was never worried about her..."

Murong Yan's complexion changed slightly, she stretched out her hand to hold her catkin, and comforted, "You and I are getting married, don't listen to other people's nonsense, let alone think about it."

Chu Xiati bit her lip, but even she couldn't tell what it was like to feel the turbulent emotions.

She finally swallowed back all the words she wanted to ask Murongyan.

She didn't want to become a woman who would be jealous of others, let alone prove that she was indeed jealous, so she pursed her lips tightly and didn't ask any more questions.

But Su Wan's words to herself during the day were like poisonous vines, constantly gnawing at her heart.

"Sister, do you know? On my wedding night with His Majesty, she came in and stayed for a long time."

"Sister, don't be angry. Although she has been in the house for a long time...but I am not the one who is with her."

"Sister, don't blame her, and don't blame His Majesty for always being intolerant of her. Alas, she is actually a poor person... You see, she is now a ridiculous concubine, how sad it is." ...and still living alone in the cold North Palace...that concubine Xiao couldn't tolerate her...the only son was also deposed from the East Palace and relegated to outside the palace, it was difficult to even enter the palace to see her. .”

"Sister, you are about to become the queen of the world, if I were you, I should help her, right?"

. . . . . .

"Understood, you are tired too, drink some ginger soup and rest earlier." Chu Xiati finally slowly pulled out Murong Yan to hold her hand, and handed her the ginger soup that was prepared at the side.

In the middle of the night, she gently broke away from Murong Yan's arms holding her tightly, and carefully tucked in the quilt for her.

She changed into night clothes, and gently stretched her fingers across Murong Yan's sleeping face. Normally, this movement would definitely wake her up from a light sleep, but today, she slept extremely deeply.

Even if Chu Xiati was making a scene nearby, she might not wake up at this moment.

"I should meet her too." Chu Xiati said softly, "Although you definitely don't want me to see her."

She took another deep look at her, then resolutely sneaked out of Fengyi Palace and left with luck.

The North Palace is indeed the most remote palace in the entire palace. I heard that this place was chosen by Leng Lange himself.

But it was not as cold as Su Wan said, because there were still enough charcoal stoves for heating.

Every winter, the charcoal fire in the Yan Palace is always tense. If there is no will from the current Holy Majesty, no one will send charcoal to this deserted Beigong.

Moreover, the guards here are heavily guarded, and the palace people carry lanterns and patrol back and forth in a strict and vigilant manner.

Chu Xiati sneaked down from the top of the hall, and at a glance, she saw Leng Lange, who was dressed in plain white, still awake, writing something at his desk.

She jumped down generously, and the maid grinding beside Leng Lange was about to yell, but was stopped by Leng Lange.

Leng Lange stared straight at Chu Xiati who was dressed in black, and said to Yao'er, the maid beside her, "Back off."

"Mother, but she...she..." At this moment, Yao'er also recognized that the woman in black was the new queen who was about to be canonized by the Holy Majesty, so she couldn't help worrying that if she came to Leng Lange late at night, it would be bad for her.

"Back off." Leng Lange's tone could not be refused.

"No." Yao'er had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out.

After Yao'er left, Chu Xiati carefully looked at Leng Lange.

I haven't seen her for many years, and the last time I saw her, she didn't take a good look at her because she was suffering from whipping.

When I saw him at this moment, under the candlelight, Leng Lange's appearance was as clear as before, but he was slightly thinner than he remembered.

Can't help but sigh, "You are indeed a beauty."

Leng Lange was stunned for a moment, apparently he didn't expect that the first sentence Chu Xiati said to her was to praise her beauty.

After a while, she replied softly, "The princess is still radiant."

Chu Xiati raised her eyebrows and asked, "How do you know that I must be the princess of the Xiongnu, and not just Su Li, a girl from Qingzhou who looks similar?"

Leng Lange lowered his eyebrows and said, "From the first moment I saw you again, I knew you must be her."

There is no reason for some things, because women's intuition is always accurate.

Chu Xiati stared at her blankly, then smiled shyly, "It seems that you are much smarter than that wood."

Leng Lange also smiled wryly, "You call her Mu Mu, I call her a fool, there is always a reason, isn't there?"

Chu Xiati slowly withdrew her smile and walked up to her step by step.

Leng Lange also stood in place, not moving at all.

"Then you should also understand that there is a reason why I came here tonight." Chu Xiati glanced at the scroll that Leng Lange had just written on the table, and said calmly.

Leng Lange smiled lightly and said nothing.

"But I don't want her to hate me..." Chu Xiati lowered her head, her voice suddenly became very soft.

"Does the princess want me to kill myself?"

Leng Lange said quietly, she has long been used to it, there are too many people who want her life in this palace.

"No!" Chu Xiati suddenly raised her eyes, "You must not die!"

Leng Lange was startled, and asked, "What does the princess want me to do?"

Chu Xiati bit her white lips, as if she had struggled for a long time, before reaching out to pick up the scroll on the long case, with beautiful writing on it, she read softly:

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing. .”

After a long time, she slowly put down the "Prajna Heart Sutra" copied by Leng Lange, met her eyes, and said word by word, "This is what I want you to do."

Leng Lange was silent for a long time, then said with a sad smile, "Okay."

Chu Xiati stared at her and said, "Thank you."

"No need." Leng Lange replied, "I should thank you. Thank you for pointing me to a clear path."

Chu Xiati pursed her lips, turned around and was about to leave. Before leaving, she said one last sentence,

"On the day of my wedding with her, all the guards in the palace will be in the Weiyang Hall, and it will be the best time."

In Beigong, a lamp was like a bean, shaking miserably.

When Yao'er rushed in, she didn't know.

She just sat down on the chair, staring blankly at the volume of Heart Sutra that she had copied, and murmured: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after practicing the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he will see that all five aggregates are empty, and he will overcome all hardships. Shariputra , Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing..."