I'm in love with Jingfen Ai

It didn't take too long, the plot got back on track, the Prince of Nanyang killed decisively, and everything was kept simple after the rebellion.After several dynasties, the King of Nanyang finally took over Yanjing and unified the world.

Undoubtedly, this has become a casual chatter in the streets and alleys. The Ninetowns in the south of the Yangtze River, which once took refuge with the prince, have not been affected by this. The rich people who fled were taxed for disaster relief, and they complained quite a lot. The embryonic form of Qingping and prosperity.

The crown prince was released to the border towns and never returned to Beijing for the rest of his life, but his treatment remained the same.It seems that it is indeed a peaceful decision. Compared with the previous dynasties where brothers fought against each other, this is already enough to stop the conversations of many people, but it cannot stop the chatter in the streets and alleys.

The most inquisitive thing is Chu Jin's whereabouts.

In the inner pavilion of the Wutong Palace, a person stood at the table writing parallel essays on rice paper, and the drizzle outside the pavilion wet the grass and trees with fragrance.The king who just came down to court held his finger and changed the word "wind and rain" into "tai ping".

"Your Majesty has left Beijing?" the man asked.

The newly appointed Duke Liu wanted to find out the new emperor's preferences for the dignitaries in central Beijing, and secretly listened to their conversation.

"That's right," said the king.

"Where's his old department?"

"Respectively? Delegate to border towns to guard the territory."

The man casually put down his pen, and asked leisurely: "Then... why didn't I? It doesn't seem too good for me to get away alone in the same robe."

Mr. Liu secretly wondered in his mind that this person might be an old servant of the crown prince. This was important news, and he wondered how much gold and silver he could sell.

The king lowered his voice: "General Chu? The army has already? escaped from the south of the Yangtze River, and there is no trace of it. What does it have to do with you?"

The man was leaning sideways on the pavilion railing, holding a writing brush and smiling, and he didn't care if the ink was stained on his sleeves. The frivolous ones looked especially good in daylight.

Liu Gong? Gong? Peeked out and saw? His chin is white, his eyes are dark, and when he smiles, there are still thin? The skylight covers his eyelashes and brows, and the sneer becomes warm. Hear? He said :

"You? How many people have you fooled?"

Liu Gong? Gong? I didn't know what was wrong, so I quickly knelt down.Disrespect to the new emperor, is this a crime of beheading?

The king casually? Concerned? Turned his head and glanced at Liu Gong? Gong? It seemed that he had just discovered such a person. It was both an order and a change of subject: "You? Go down."

Liu Gong? Gong? He retreated respectfully as if he had been pardoned.

In the beginning, Duke Liu believed that the new emperor only left an old prince and prince in the Wutong Palace just to show his tolerance and generosity.Flowing gold, silver and jewellery, new tributes from the Western Regions, blood-sweat BMWs, and silk tea night pearls specially presented to His Majesty by the vassal state all went there.

Mr. Liu was only 23 years old when he first took office, and his poor family allowed him to enter the palace and join the new emperor.Until? One day, the man inadvertently said to the king: "You...the one around you is very smart about making money."

Mr. Liu was taken aback, and hurriedly shouted for injustice.The king said lightly: "I know all about it. But there are some things that he needs to pass on."

"Stop making up my story." The man said coldly.

"Oh? I think he passed it right."

Among the famous families in Beijing, it is rumored that there is a man in the palace who cannot afford to offend. He used to be the old subordinate of the crown prince, and now he is favored by the new emperor. His honor and favor are like burning oil.This is the crime created by Mr. Liu and Mr. Gong who resell the news everywhere.Passed on from time to time, the new emperor has an affair with his former enemy general.

Mr. Liu, Mr., complained in his heart. He didn't know how to let His Majesty and that person know about it, so he could only keep pleading guilty.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty just laughed, followed by some indistinct voices.

Mr. Liu? Mr.? He didn't dare to raise his head. He just looked at the ground. The shadows on the ground merged together, as if water was splashed on it, or two? shadows were burned together tightly.

He didn't dare to look, and he didn't dare to listen. He didn't leave until he heard "You? Go down."

Once, the prime minister's lady, Mr. Wang, followed the prime minister into the palace, and met the man in the imperial garden.Mr. Liu? Mr.? It felt wrong, and he didn't dare to stop him. After several meetings, he had to secretly report to His Majesty.

His Majesty turned the bright pearl on the case, and his eyes were not clear in the shadows: "I see."

I don't know...what, Your Majesty forgot to use me.

Later, the man disappeared.

Miss? from the prime minister's family was summoned into the palace by His Majesty to eat and drink in the side hall. Let her? wait, without saying anything.

Before noon, the man came back again and stopped under the city gate on his horse. He was a little embarrassed because of the travel and dust, but he was still a gentleman with clear eyes.

The lady from the prime minister's family went back, and when she left, she was full of tears, and Mrs. Liu gave another kind word of comfort.

The young lady whispered that he was Mr. Chu...Mr. Liu pretended to be deaf and dumb, as if he didn't hear him.He thought, who doesn't know, His Majesty knows it in his heart, everyone knows it.But who dares to say anything.

When Mr. Liu went back, he heard His Majesty ask why he didn't leave.

"?? You have a clear conscience." The man said very calmly.

Mr. Liu, you don't understand, why did His Majesty change his face so much.

After that, His Majesty left without saying a word.

The man was still standing there.Like a dusty golden sword with embossed patterns, it is too sharp and too rigid to break.He picked up the memorials that had fallen from the floor one by one, put them back on the table after closing them, and frowned suddenly.

Liu Gong? Gong? stepped forward to ask him what orders he had, but he shook his head.

It's been half a month.

His Majesty looked at the memorial in the study that day, and said to himself: "At the beginning of the incident, he also said, there is nothing to be ashamed of, there is no black and white, right or wrong."

...What a head-scratcher? Errand.Liu Gong? Gong? He thought in his heart, even let him listen to the secrets of treason. Who wouldn't say that Liu Shui has no regrets in this life.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, His Majesty intends to grant an amnesty, and also let the old crown prince come back to Beijing.Most of the time, it was because the person was not in a good mood.

Unexpectedly, a poem written by the prince thousands of miles away was sent back to the palace by the spies.

"I am disappointed in my life, and I have few friends. I only have a few days left. My white hair hangs three thousand feet, and I laugh at everything in the world. What can I ask you to make me happy?"

"Those who know me, the second and third sons."

His Majesty looked at the man and asked, "It's forming a party for personal gain, should I punish him severely?"

The man was sitting on the railing in the pavilion. When drinking, people suspected that he would fall off. When the pot of wine was finished, he said, "Who is it? Me?"

It seems that because he hasn't been out for a long time, he is sickly "pale" and his expression is very indifferent.He hasn't held a pen for a long time, and maybe he won't be able to.But anyone who sees him can still see his calm and dignified manner back then, just like the spring breeze that fell in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mr. Liu? Mr. Kneeled down again, feeling that this time probably my life was over and I couldn't escape.

But His Majesty was silent for a while, and finally said nothing.He didn't speak after that.

The man looked at him and smiled: "Trouble."

Mr. Liu? Mr.? He was eager to get the wine, but he didn't dare to go directly. Until His Majesty nodded, he turned his head and walked out.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is finally here, and the capital is bustling up and down, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the previous dynasty still stays in the border town.His Majesty left the palace in low clothes and took the man to the south of the Yangtze River.

Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good.Mr. Liu thought about it, the scenery there is beautiful and prosperous.They went to Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River.

The Qinhuai River was sparkling, and the man frowned tightly, not at all moved by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Maybe he drank too much wine, he was a little tired, leaning against the white wall of Jinling, the moonlight cast shadows on his brow bone.

His Majesty avoided the crowd and kissed his brow bone.

Liu Gong? Gong? He lowered his head and heard? He said: "I'm not feeling well." He said it very casually, as if saying that the moonlight is good tonight.

Fortunately, there was an accompanying doctor, who checked in the middle of the night, but found nothing.The man was still sleepy and indifferent, looking at a bean of light.

When returning to Beijing, Mr. Liu heard His Majesty say, "Really? Can't we talk?"

"Yan Feng."

"what?"

"I thought you came to Jinling just to remind me, so you didn't?" The man spoke very slowly, and after a while, Mr. Liu and Mr. Liu finally understood.

"...At that time, I didn't know it was you on the boat?"

"When I saw the dead man's body, I knew it was you," the man smiled, "Forget it."

"You? It's unlucky for him to be born at an untimely time." His Majesty's voice cooled down.

"I was born at the wrong time too." The man said leisurely.

"What?" His Majesty didn't seem to understand.

The man looked at the moonlight in the river that left Jiangnan.

"You? How do you ask the historian to write about me?"

After returning to the palace for a while, the capital became lively.It's all courtiers looking for drafts.

But Mr. Liu didn't have the time to pay attention. He was absent-minded and thinking about it. The doctor went to Wutong Palace several times today.When he was in court, he was almost caught in a trance by His Majesty.

The draft was still rejected by His Majesty, and he began to pick children from the clan.

The whole court was in an uproar, but His Majesty's heart? His mind had been made up and there was no turning back.

When Mr. Liu and Mrs. Liu celebrated their thirtieth birthday, they heard that the former crown prince committed suicide in the border town.

Before he died, the former crown prince left words, but no one understood their meaning.

"Unless you die alone, there is no room for change."

The Yutai Temple in the south of the Yangtze River is full of incense, and it is said to be very effective.

The imperial doctor prescribed medicine to the elders in Wutong Palace. Mr. Liu was worried about his own life, so he asked Mrs. Li privately when the medicine would take effect.Mrs. Li's doctor looked distressed, and it took him a long time to say that he was not skilled enough in medicine and could not find out the lesions, so he decided to retire and return home.

Mr. Liu? Mr.? Very annoyed. Mrs. Liu told the doctor to return home. He can't run away. What if...

Within two days, His Majesty went to the south of the Yangtze River, Yutai Mountain.

Beside the pillar in front of Yutai Temple, His Majesty looked at the scriptures and texts on it for a while.

Incense was lingering in the temple, and Mr. Liu secretly wished in his heart that his younger brother would get married and start a business, leaving a memory for the old Liu family.

He heard His Majesty reciting scriptures on the futon, and vaguely heard a sentence "all kinds of causes and effects..."

He knelt behind his head, and then read Lao Liu's family to the Buddha.

One night it rained heavily, and the Wutong Palace was brightly lit all night.The man whispered His Majesty's name in a very loose tone, as if there was a joke in the market without saying a word.Except for the two on-duty staff at the Taiyuan Hospital, no one dared to speak, and needles could be heard.

Mr. Liu? Mr.? Watching the night outside, through the overlapping golden curtains that were blown away by the wind, he saw? His Majesty's jaw was tense and his eyes were red.

"All kinds of causes and effects..."

His Majesty did not continue.

The queen? The doctors suddenly knelt on the ground.

Liu Gong? Gong? In the confusion, he had an epiphany and knelt down.

The rain drenched the entire Golden Palace.

When the Phoenix Tower in the south of the Yangtze River was being renovated for the third time, Mr. Liu did not know that his younger brother had died long ago, in a brawl in the market.In order to let him send the money back on time, the family never told him.

Yanjing is still Yanjing.Jiangnan is still Jiangnan.

One night, His Majesty had already fallen asleep, but suddenly got up again.

Mr. Liu? Mr.? Brought sleepiness to light the lamp. Seeing His Majesty rubbing ink, he wrote a sentence on the paper:

But will you keep your eyes open all night long, and repay you for not raising your eyebrows in your life.

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——The following quotes the full text/translation of the poems——

What's more, I am declining.Desperate about my life, friends and friends, only a few days left!The white hair hangs three thousand feet empty, smiling at everything in the world.Ask what can make the public happy?I see how charming Qingshan is, but I expect Qingshan to see me like this.Love and appearance are slightly similar.

One is scratching its head in the east window.Think of Yuanming and Tingyun poems, the flavor at this time.Those who seek fame in Jiangzuo's mind do not know the magic of turbid mash.Looking back, the clouds fly and the wind rises.If I don't hate the ancients, I don't see them; if I hate the ancients, I don't see them.Those who know me, the second and third sons.

—— "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: I'm Fading"

Song Xin Qiji

Sitting idly and mourning the emperor is also self-sorrowful, how long is more than a hundred years.

Deng You had no son to find his fate, and Pan Yue was still mourning his death.

What is the expectation of the same point, his life will be more difficult.

But he will always open his eyes all night, repaying his unfolding eyebrows all his life.

—— "Three Poems of Sorrow and Conceit Part Three"

Don Yuanzhen

Translation

Sit idle and have nothing to do, sad for you and lament for me, how long is a hundred years in a short life!

It was fate that Deng You had no offspring, and Pan Yue mourned his dead wife in vain.

Even if they can be buried together, they can't express their sincere feelings. It's an illusory hope to get married in the afterlife.

I can only miss you all night with my eyes open, and repay your eyebrows that cannot be stretched all my life.