[Hua Qiangu Ancient Sword] Give you a green jade hairpin

Glass screen, emerald bead curtain.

The purple gauze curtains were pulled up layer by layer by jade hooks, and the wind blew in from the raised blinds, making the bead curtains rattle.

The young man was dressed in a blue shirt, with golden rings in his hair, and his face was impeccably handsome.

But his face was pale as paper.

No, perhaps more fragile than white paper!

In front of him, kneeling on the left side was an imperial guard, holding a red lacquer tray above his head with both hands, on which were placed white silk, a dagger, and dove wine.

On his right side, a middle-aged man bowed his waist and bowed his hands respectfully, and said every word with sincerity: "...the old minister knows that the young master and His Majesty have a deep relationship. But now, the Emperor Daxing passed away early, and His Majesty was appointed in danger, and the young man ascended the throne It is already very difficult. How can you bear to let His Majesty be distracted by personal affairs again? If your majesty is not determined and disturbed by personal affairs, leaving the people upside down and the country tired, how can you thank the world?"

As soon as the middle-aged man said this, he bowed to the ground and wept unceasingly: "I hope you will count the world!"

The young man's lips trembled, his nails had dug into his flesh, but he was still holding on to his last hope: "But Ari asked Zhang Xiang to come?"

Zhang Xiang wept and said: "It's all the old minister's own opinion, and I will leave it to His Majesty to deal with in the future. I hope that the young master will take the world into account!" He knelt down on the ground, touched his forehead to the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

The young man turned sideways to avoid it, and went to help him with a wry smile: "What is Zhang Xiang doing? How can a child with a yellow mouth in Longcheng be a gift from the elders?"

What's more, no matter how nice you say it, isn't it forcing me to die?

But Zhang Xiang's knees seemed to have taken root, no matter what he did, he couldn't help them.Zhang Xiangdao: "Young master has the world in mind, so naturally he can do it!"

Longcheng suddenly fell into a cellar of cold, only to feel that it was completely cold from the inside to the outside.

——Zhang Han is respectful in every sentence, but every word is asking him to die!

However, he chased all the way from Sichuan to the capital, how could he die before he saw Ari?He just wanted to ask her face to face: "The words in the letter are exhausting, but are you serious?"

But now, he is trapped in this Xiangfu, fearing that he is really going to die silently.

Longcheng smiled wryly, and finally picked up Jiujiu amidst Zhang Han's repeated "Please help the world, my lord".

At this moment, the wooden door was kicked open, and the emperor in scarlet uniform rushed in.

With a "pop", the jade lamp fell to the ground, and the floor tiles were corroded by poisonous wine with a "sizzling" sound.

With a happy expression on Longcheng's face, he stepped forward a few steps: "Ahli, you... are you here?"

Xiao Jin inspected the dagger, the white silk, and the poisoned wine on the ground respectively, his eyes suddenly turned cold.She gave Zhang Han a cold look, and scolded Longcheng: "Who told you to come to the capital? I have already said that I don't want to see you again!"

Long Cheng's figure flickered, his eyes mournful: from the moment he received her letter, he traveled day and night, without sleep for more than ten days, just to see her sooner.Her words, like the last straw, finally made him overwhelmed. With a "wow", he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The knuckles of Xiao Jin's knuckles turned white, but he just watched coldly, as if he didn't care.

A look of pride flashed in Zhang Han's eyes very quickly, he sighed lightly, and said, "Your Majesty, please stay away. After this matter is over, the old minister will plead guilty to His Majesty!"

Xiao Jin said: "What is the prime minister's crime? Please get up."

Zhang Han said: "The late emperor died because of love, the old minister must not let your majesty follow in the footsteps of the late emperor!"

He raised his head and glanced at Longcheng, with a resounding voice: "If Mr. Long stays in Sichuan honestly, it's fine if he doesn't see His Majesty all his life, but he just came to the capital. The old minister can only make his own decisions! If Your Majesty makes mistakes, What happened to Nai Cang?"

Xiao Jin sighed, and stepped forward to help Zhang Han: "It's the prime minister who worries about Gu. The prime minister doesn't have to do this. Even if the prime minister doesn't make a move, Gu will not miss the two-foot white silk."

There is simply no more vicious words: Zhang Han prepared three feet of white silk, enough to hang himself, if it was only two feet, he could only be strangled to death.

The former is to preserve the face of the deceased, while the latter has the meaning of humiliation.

Long Cheng's eyes widened, as if he had never known her before, he said in a trembling voice: "You...you mean what you said in your letter?"

Xiao Jin frowned and glanced at him, her mouth full of impatience: "I can't follow what I say, and I never change it."

Long Cheng stared at her, and said firmly: "I want you to say it yourself."

Xiao Jin smiled, as if looking at a disgusting plaything: "I'm tired of you, don't come to me, I don't want to see you again!" He said every word, nails pierced every inch of his flesh, wet with blood scarlet sleeves.

"Pfft——" Longcheng spurted out another mouthful of blood, and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, okay! Xiao Shunhua, you are doing well!" After saying that, he grabbed the dagger with lightning speed and stabbed himself with his backhand Heart, blood spattered out.

"Ah!" Shunhua woke up suddenly, covered in sweat.

Not long after, the room was brightly lit. Ah Ning hurriedly lifted the bed curtain, stretched out her hand to comfort Shunhua, and said worriedly, "Is the young master having nightmares again? How long has it been?"

The scene in the dream seemed to be still in front of my eyes, Shunhua was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's nothing, it's just a dream."

"However, this is not a day or two. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the young master has been like this. In my opinion, it is better to tell the city master."

"You don't need to alarm Master, I have my own measure." She had already guessed the reason, and it was the song "No Home".

However, she still has no idea who did it.

Ah Ning wanted to persuade her again, but seeing her resolute attitude, she had no choice but to keep silent, but secretly made up her mind to tell the city lord quietly, hoping to find a solution.

Waking up from a dream, I couldn't fall asleep after all.

Shunhua sent Ah Ning to sleep, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After a long time, she finally calmed down, so she got up and poured herself a cup of cold tea, held it in her hand, and used it for meditation.

There was a storybook spread out on the table, which was just what she used to entertain in her spare time recently. Now that she saw it, she picked it up and flipped through it again.

This story tells the story of a young man who went west to Kunlun in search of immortals.

However, the young man in the story did not climb to the heavens smoothly. Instead, he was envied by others because of his outstanding aptitude, suffered setbacks everywhere, and finally became a demon against the sky.

"There's something interesting about this story."

Shunhua laughed, and was startled suddenly, something flashed through her mind very quickly, she couldn't help sitting upright, and muttered: "Cheng Mo, Cheng Mo, Mo... Ha, I know who it is!"

Thinking of that person, she gritted her teeth: "I didn't go looking for you, but you came to recruit me first? How daring!"

At dawn, Shunhua got up.

Reading books, I can't see them; practicing swords, my heart is not calm; planting flowers, I can cut off the branches and leaves...

She didn't even feel like eating, so she dropped the ivory chopsticks in her hand, reached out to grab a glass cup, endured and endured, and finally couldn't help falling to the ground, falling apart.

Everyone was silent like cicadas, and no one dared to step forward to persuade them.

It's really... too scary!

The female officials and guards in Little Penglai have followed Shunhua for many years, and they have never seen her get angry.

If someone offends her, she is absolutely unaware at the time.It wasn't until he was unlucky that the man suddenly realized: So, the young master was angry that day!

Such undisguised anger was truly unprecedented.Even A Zhu, who was most favored by the young master on weekdays, was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

After Shunhua threw all the cups and dishes on the table, the anger almost disappeared.

She turned her head and glanced at the crowd with their heads tucked into the murals, suddenly felt very boring, frowned and said, "Clean up, I'll go out for a walk." She turned around and left.

Seeing this, A'Zhu hurriedly followed.

Shun Hua walked out of the city lord's mansion all the way to the outer city, seeing the bustling and bustling streets, and seeing the atmosphere of a prosperous age, he felt a little relieved from the depression in his heart.

"Oh, deceiving yourself."

The clear and clear male voice came from not far away, causing A'Zhu to stare angrily.

Shunhua looked around, and saw a man wearing a white curly train, standing with his hands behind his back, a piece of black jade carved into the shape of a phoenix around his waist, lifelike, and his black hair tied loosely behind his head with a white ribbon.Black and white, no other accessories.

A'Zhu's stare fell on him, and it was as if his soul had been captured immediately, the light in his eyes gradually softened, and his cheeks gradually turned red.

Shun Hua's gaze suddenly turned cold!

——There is no other reason, but because this person's appearance is too similar to her father's!

No, to be precise, this person's appearance is too similar to Xiao Jin's!The difference between the two is nothing more than the toughness of the man and the softness of the woman.

She thought, she already knew who stole her luck back then.I also know who it was that sang "No Home" on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

She took a deep look at the man, sneered, and walked away.

The man sighed helplessly, with endless connivance in his expression: "Your 'emotion and anger are invisible', where have you learned?"

Shunhua said: "If I knew this earlier, it would be better not to learn."

The man asked: "Why is this?"

The two of them had walked hundreds of steps, but A'Zhu stood still.

Shunhua looked back and knew that this man had done the tricks, so he just stood there and didn't move.

The man also stopped, and said to her: "Since you have gone up for a hundred years and down for a hundred years, there is no one who can learn better than you."

Shunhua turned around, looked at the signboard of an embroidery workshop, and laughed at himself, "No matter how good you are at learning, what can you do?"

After saying that, she suddenly felt disheartened, turned around and went back.

The man watched her go away, looked back at the endless stream of embroidery workshops, and suddenly understood what Shunhua meant:

It is hateful to press the gold thread every year and make wedding clothes for others.

For a moment, the man was stunned.

After a long time, he laughed lowly. He didn't know whether it was bitterness or self-deprecation: "You are too self-effacing. Last time, I was defeated by your subordinates. Although the wedding dress is gorgeous, I can't wear it for long. .”

He glanced at the direction of the City Lord's Mansion again, shook his head and sighed softly: "Your affiliation is not here. Ari, you will eventually come to my side. Everything about me will eventually be inherited by you." Seemingly unwilling, he again It seems to be gratified.