Twilight Cloud Returns

"In this way, Rong Pingju's tight strings were loosened; and Zhao Darong was even more unscrupulous after being rewarded by the emperor. Now everyone in Beijing is telling that the Rong family is beyond words."

Yun Chuxiu frowned slightly, and asked, "Where is Rong Changkun?"

There was a hint of disdain in Chu Mohen's eyes, as if he didn't want to mention this second generation ancestor who would only cause trouble in the world.

"After you ruined his eyes, he became a useless person. Rong Pingju searched all over the world for famous doctors and folk remedies. As long as he heard that he could cure his eyes, he would use them all. He didn't know that the medicine was three-point poisonous. Not only the eyes were not healed, but his body was in decline, and his temper became more and more violent. A few days ago, the emperor specially sent Dr. Hu to see him. If he survived this spring, there might be room for improvement; It's spring time..."

He savored another glass of grape wine carefully, and seemed to think of an unimportant matter again unhurriedly, and said, "Rong Pingju also specially prepared a wedding coffin for Rong Changkun, hoping that Lord Yan will be more tolerant to his son." day."

Yun Chuxiu refilled Chu Mohen, and said heavily: "If you spoil too much, it becomes drowning."

Chu Mohen nodded in agreement, "Rong Ping has no second son under his knees, and his collateral descendants are of humble status. He chooses and chooses, and only Zhao Darong is left to help him in the court."

"No wonder the emperor wants to reward Zhao Dayong! It turns out that the Rong clan has no one available..."

During the speech, Xiaofu reported from the outside: "My lord, the general, Ning Changshi, please see me."

Ning Hanqing walked in with strong and powerful steps, with a refined appearance of a scholar, but he was neither humble nor overbearing, and respectfully saluted: "Xiaguan Liang Governor Shi Ning Hanqing, I have seen Lord Dethrone and General Zhenyuan."

Yun Chuxiu remembered that in the previous official documents, Ning Hanqing was promoted from a small household department head to a governor of the state. This official road has skyrocketed, and no one is pointing it out, so I am afraid it will not work.

He raised his eyes, glanced at Ning Hanqing, and said, "But the Ning family in Taiyuan?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Hanqing excitedly said: "Thanks to General Meng for still thinking about the Ning family in Taiyuan! The next official is his heir."

Yun Chuxiu twirled the feather fan in her hand, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Since the beginning of etiquette and morality, the Taiyuan Ning family has produced a large number of virtuous talents. Previously, they were prime ministers of one dynasty and lived forever; at the worst, they could be a prefect , to protect the safety of the common people. But since the establishment of our Great Zhou, the Ning family has declined, and there is no Ning family who has ever been an official in the temple."

Listening to Yun Chuxiu's narration of the family's rise and fall history like a few treasures, Ning Hanqing burst into tears: "Everything has its prosperity and its decline. The Ning family is no longer the heyday as the general said. Even if you become an official, it is difficult to go to the blue sky..."

Having said all that, it is inconvenient for Ning History to say more, and Yun Chuxiu also knows the real reason why it is so difficult to ascend to the blue sky - most of the people in the imperial court are Rongping party members, if they don't take the initiative to cling to them, they will find a reason to dismiss them in a few years place.If you want to be a high-minded and pure official by yourself, you can't just rely on righteousness.

Rong Pingju is so domineering that talented people fail to achieve their ambitions, so Chu Mohen has the opportunity to secretly help those students from poor families to display their ambitions.

Yun Chuxiu looked at Chu Mohen who was sitting opposite with comprehension, toasted him, and said with a smile: "Little Huangshu, you have found a treasure! This Ning family in Taiyuan is a loyal minister with outstanding talents. .”

Chu Mohen replied: "Nothing can be hidden from your eyes!"

"No one in life has died since ancient times, and keep his loyal heart to reflect the history." Yun Chuxiu looked Ning Hanqing up and down again, "It's a good name. Stay in Liangzhou to be a parent and official, keep the people's livelihood in mind at all times, and take the position of governor It will be yours."

Ning Hanqing thanked him and said: "Xiaguan has been adhering to his father's teachings since he was a child. I hope that one day I can revitalize the family with my own strength and protect the safety of the people. If there is no official position, even if I am a small official, I will definitely let the people go." in the first place."

He speaks eloquently, and his eyes are full of determination.

Yun Chuxiu couldn't remember how long she hadn't seen such purity from the eyes of those moths when she was in the court hall.

I hope that on the day when he is in power, Ning Hanqing can still not forget what he said from the bottom of his heart today.

Yun Chuxiu waved his hand, and he retreated knowingly.

After Ning Hanqing left, Yun Chuxiu said to Chu Mohen: "Liangzhou is located at the border pass with the Huns, and the post of governor can be said to be a great official in the frontier. The emperor did not order someone he trusted to fill the position. Instead, he chose a small Uncle Huang recommends a poor boy with no background, I am afraid that Brother Huang has developed a suspicion of Rong Pingju..."

Chu Mohen smiled inscrutably, "It's true. After Liangzhou Rongxin's incident, no matter how much you support and succeed, the emperor will definitely not miss the old kindness."

"So the little emperor pushed the boat forward and recommended Ning Hanqing. The emperor saw that there were no intricate forces behind him, and he came from a poor family and was easy to control, so he naturally accepted it. The little emperor killed two birds with one stone, which not only made the emperor mistakenly think that Ning Hanqing was easy to control, but also made the border cross Firmly bring it under my eyes." Yun Chuxiu expressed Chu Mohen's inner thoughts in a few words, and the latter was not surprised.

The hot pot "Gudu Gudu" on the table has been open for a long time, and Chu Mohen leisurely added a few slices of mutton rolls to it, and said leisurely: "Administrative affairs have always been home to the virtuous. As long as it can bring a little bit of happiness to the local people, What about the process?"

Yun Chuxiu didn't say another word, he just hoped that in the process of bringing down Rong Pingju, there would be no more chaos.

Wuqing took out the fake bun from the wing room and put it on again.

Although the dose of the medicine has been reduced to half of the previous one, the remaining side effects on the body are like a scourge, which can't be controlled once it hits.

When I comb my hair every day, there will always be unknowingly piles of hair under my feet.

Sometimes Wuqing would joke with Yun Chuxiu: "If one day the hair that grows so hard falls out, I will go back to Huishan Temple and become a little monk again. I don't want you anymore."

"Then I'll put the knife on Huijue's neck. If he doesn't hand you over..." Yun Chuxiu deliberately paused here, secretly observing Wuqing's reaction.

Sure enough, Wuqing was blown up by him.

Who let this little wild cat always talk about whether he wants him or not, it sounds so heartbreaking!

Wuqing taught him solemnly: "Master Huijue raised me, you must not do anything wrong."

Yun Chuxiu pinched his cheeks, and said with lip service, "If he doesn't hand you over, I'll at most shave him with a knife, don't worry."

Every time Wuqing thinks of this, he can't help laughing.

Zhi Huan always has the ability to make people smile in adversity.

He fixed the last strand of hair, put on his cloak and walked towards the front hall.

Today, Prince Mo came to Liangzhou on behalf of Tian Xunhun.He has not yet formally thanked him for the kindness of saving him outside the restaurant in the capital last time.

Thinking of this, Wuqing quietly came to the front hall where the two had a drink and chat.

Xiaofu was about to report, Wuqing made a silent gesture, signaling not to disturb their interest.

Just as he was about to step over the threshold, he heard Chu Mohen ask: "How is Mr. Qing recently? I heard rumors a few days ago that his old illness has relapsed?"

Yun Chuxiu put down his cup and chopsticks, and said solemnly: "His cold syndrome happened once in Guyong City. Fortunately, Yafu sent him to visit the doctor, and then he recovered. The return trip was difficult, and he had another recurrence. I didn't expect it to be like this Dangerous... This Liangzhou is cold and dry, after all, it is not a good place to recuperate... I plan to find a famous doctor for him after returning to Beijing..."

Wuqing listened to all the conversations between them verbatim.

He clearly remembered that, in order not to let Zhi still worry, he specially omitted the incident of having a cold in Guyong City.But now, Zhi Huan has a very detailed understanding of this, and even Ya Fu sent him to travel as a doctor, and his heart is like a bright mirror.

Therefore, he did not rush to Guyong City that night when he was assassinated; rather, he was already waiting there long before he entered the city.

Then for more than half a month, I watched myself worrying, watching myself thinking about him and thinking about him, but I didn't take any action for a long time...

Wuqing couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to come up with the answer that popped into her mind in an instant.

His subconscious stopped in mid-air and retracted.

Xiao Fu didn't know what happened, so he asked in a low voice, "My lord, don't you want to go in?"

Wuqing stood in front of the door and stared at it for a long time, as if a big stone was blocked in his heart, which made him unable to breathe, and finally said weakly: "I'm tired, so I won't go in."

"Ah?" Before Xiaofu could react, Wuqing turned and left.

He walked on the way back to the wing, feeling cold and long.

According to legends in Buddhist scriptures, it is recorded that there is a red blood-like coquettish flower named Manjusawa, which grows on Huangquan Road. From a distance, half of the sky is smudged with crimson red, paving the way to death.

He only felt that the road he was walking on now was very similar to the road to hell described in the Buddhist scriptures. Every step was like walking on the tip of a knife, with pain in his heart.

He also seemed to smell the bloody smell from that road, choked in his throat, rich and bitter.

Seeing that there seemed to be something wrong with Wu Qing, the servant girl at the side hurried forward to help her, and said anxiously: "Young Master Qing, let this servant help you back..."

Wuqing pushed her away, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "No...no trouble..."

Before the words fell to the ground, blood vomited from his mouth.

He suddenly fainted on the ground...

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed.

The bitter medicine soup on the table had a strong smell, Wu Qing could smell it, this was another dose of medicine.

He touched the top of his head, the chignon had been carefully removed, and the black hair fell into his hand again.

It was only now that he understood.

Where is the side effect of decoction?

It was that person who had been hiding him from the very beginning...

His hair is always ahead of his heart.

The servant girl noticed that he was awake, and asked cautiously, "My lord, do you want to drink the medicine?"

Wuqing's heart is now like a pool of stagnant water, and he replied indifferently for a long time: "I don't drink anymore, just pour it out..."

The servant girl didn't know what to do, she remembered telling Xiaofu to ask him to find the general, but why hasn't he appeared yet?

They can't figure out Mr. Qing's temper, so only the general can control it.

She was in a hurry when she heard someone walking in a hurry and said angrily in his voice, "Who says it's time to pour it out?"