sick white moonlight

Twenty-five years ago was the fifth year of Yongping, and the capital of this year has always been filled with a sense of confusion and depression.

There are constant turmoil in the ruling and opposition parties, and it is only due to the high-ranking emperor's delay in establishing a prince.

……

There was heavy rain outside the carriage, and it was raining non-stop.

It was the rainy season at this time, and the temperature dropped sharply, which made people unable to reflect.

As early as when the rain began to fall, the attendant hastily handed over an octagonal hand stove from outside the carriage for heating.

The man who was sitting in the carriage lightly shook the stove with his right hand. He was wearing a simple and unpretentious round-neck white shirt without any decorations, and was covered with a white crane cloak.

Fair skin and pretty face, eyes like spots of lacquer, black hair slightly scattered between the forehead, but there is no fluctuation on the face, only calm.

Although they were in a hurry, the sound of the rain continued, and the sound of the horses' hoofs was covered by the sound of the rain one by one. Apart from the sound of the rain, the carriage was extremely quiet.

The man closed his eyes slightly, folded his slender and white hands under the big sleeves, and slightly held the small and exquisite hand stove with intricate patterns to keep warm, and the furnace cover above the hand stove was emitting wisps of white hot air.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped slowly, and the waiter in Tsing Yi asked for instructions.

"Your Highness, there is a person fainted in the middle of the road ahead."

The man in the white shirt raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a faint voice, "Is there anything serious?"

"Looking at his clothes and scattered items, it should be a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for the exam."

"Is there room in the carriage behind?" the man in white asked.

"Your Highness, I'm still free." The waiter replied in a low voice.

"Then put him in the back. After entering the city, leave him in the inn where pedestrians live." The man in white came from the carriage, his voice was clear and clear like the touch of celadon, crisp and clear. There are lingering sounds that turn back and forth, against the sound of the rain, adding a bit of lingering sound.

The waiter in blue waiting outside the carriage was wearing a raincoat, and the sound of the rain wafting from outside the carriage had already wet the corners of his clothes.

He didn't care at all, but still leaned down and maintained a respectful posture.

At the same time as he was about to go down, another faint order came from inside the carriage.

"By the way, save some silver taels for him."

After hearing this, the waiter in Tsing Yi agreed and withdrew.

The carriage stopped for a while, and the waiter in green came back to ask for instructions. The man in the carriage responded in a low voice, and the carriage started to walk again.

……

In the hostel, a man was lying in the guest room, his face was pale, his slender hands were placed beside the bed, there was a bit of yellow mud between the manicured and round nails, and a young man was simmering the white nails after simmering hot water. A cloth towel was placed between the man's forehead, and some hot water was tapped to wipe his face.

The man with some plaster removed from his face has a handsome and fair face, two sharp sword eyebrows, no scars on his face, and extremely thin lips.

The boy in gray just wanted to take off the man's coat and cover him with a clean quilt.

The man's eyes under the sword eyebrows suddenly opened, the eyeballs were black and thick, very majestic, those eyes were staring at him, the boy was frightened by the stare directly at him, his hands trembled, and he quickly stepped back half a point.

"You said that a nobleman saved me."

Half a quarter of an hour later, the man sat in front of the bed and asked seriously.

After the servant heard this, he quickly responded, "Isn't it? The carriage is cumbersome and regulated. Although I didn't see the nobleman, the waiters and soldiers outside the carriage were all dressed in official robes. Xiaodi grew up in the capital since he was a child. I have been a servant for ten years, but this is the first time I have seen such a magnificent carriage parked in this inn?"

"By the way, the nobleman also prepared a lot of silver taels for the young master?"

After hearing this, the man frowned slightly and said nothing.

He looked at his hand, the skin was smooth and fair, there was no doubt that it was the hand of a young man.

Pressing lightly on the left chest with his right hand, there was no slight scar.

But that poisonous arrow pierced through his chest, and the bursts of severe pain still lingered in his mind, which could not go away for a long time.

He remembered very clearly that the poisonous arrow was shot from the right rear.

The enemy army was in front of him, and it was time to fight on the battlefield. He was commanding the newly rehearsed army, but he didn't expect that someone behind him wanted to die.

who is it?Or which faction?

After decades of hard work in the court, there have been countless drastic changes.

He has long been an undeniable powerful minister in the Great Jin Dynasty, admired by all the people, bowed his head by all the ministers, and has a deep prestige.

He just didn't ascend to that position, besides, the throne was already like a joke to him.

Suddenly thinking of something, he paused, stroked the wooden bed with his right hand, and asked, "What year, month and day is it?"

He said this very slowly, although he tried his best to conceal it, it was still visible that he was trembling a little.

After hearing this, the servant scratched his head and thought to himself.

Could it be that the scholar who went to Beijing to rush for the exam broke his brain and didn't even know the current year, so how should he take the exam.

"Now it's the third day of June in the fifth year of Yongping. Young master, would you like some food?" the servant asked, "There are sweet meat steamed buns, wonton porridge, meat noodles..."

The man also felt that his stomach was empty, so he didn't say anything more, he just said: "Then let's have a bowl of pork noodles."

When the servant heard this, he secretly thought that this guest official must be from Sichuan and Sichuan.

The boy was about to leave, but the man stopped him and asked a lot of questions about the carriage and people who brought him here.

He asked very carefully, and the servant was a little afraid of his aura, so he could only keep recalling.

After this question and answer, quite a while passed before the man let the boy in gray go.

Before leaving, the boy in gray still reminded him.

"My lord, I saw that your clothes are wet. It must have been raining. There are already clothes on the table. You should change quickly, lord. The weather is getting colder and you will catch cold easily."

After the boy left, the man stroked the wetness of the cuffs, looked at the white shirt prepared on the small table beside him, and changed into it.

After changing his clothes, he sat by the bed, his handsome and elegant face was expressionless, lost in thought.

He remembered that this year, he originally brought his school boy who had followed him since he was a child to Beijing to rush for the exam, with the recommendation of his mentor and a letter of greeting written by a friend.

It's a pity that halfway through the journey, the school boy took away his luggage and silver, and tried to charm him and throw him into the river.

Fortunately, he noticed that something was wrong, the river was raging and he knew how to swim, and a fisherman passed by and saved his life.

Having lost his paperwork, he trekked all the way to the capital, and encountered heavy rain again, his limbs became weak, and he fainted to the ground. When he woke up, he was already in the temple, with the faint sound of Buddha lingering in his ears.

But this time, he was saved by someone.

Based on the various details that the boy said, and what happened this year, he already had guesses about the person who saved him.

If nothing else, it should be the prince.

However, it was a bit strange, according to my own memory, nothing major happened this year.

……

When the boy came back, he brought a bowl of steaming pork noodles, and said aloud, "My lord, are your noodles ready?"

It's just that the young master sitting by the bed seems to be a different person, gentle and elegant, with a personable demeanor, and his whole body has the strength and character of a scholar.

He even spoke softly and kindly, without the toughness and majesty of the previous questioning.

On the contrary, for a modest gentleman, the feeling of gentleness and elegance is especially important.

The man who was still sitting by the bed asked, "Who sent me here?"

The boy in gray was confused for a while, and asked quickly, "My lord, it took me a long time to explain this to you?"

"You forgot again?" After finishing speaking, the boy in gray hurriedly looked at the scholar who was sitting by the bed and changed into a white round-neck blue shirt.

The boy looked up, and saw that the scholar's eyebrows were slightly frowned, but his expression was somewhat deep and puzzled, as if he was thinking.

Xiao Lingyin, styled Ziyu, is from Liuzhou, Sichuan.

Born in the local second-class Jiang Qing, the well-known Xiao family.

But it's not the head of the Xiao family, but the younger brother of the third house. His parents went out to be officials when he was young, but they left because of the war at a young age.

He was only left to be fostered in the long room at a young age.

He was smart and smart since he was a child, and he was very clever in poetry and books. He was favored by his grandfather. He became famous in Liuzhou City at a young age, and was later favored by the local Confucianism and accepted as a disciple.

This time he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, but his teacher didn't allow him. I hope he will study for a few more years to accumulate some accumulation.

But he didn't want to, he only hoped that he would enter the official career as soon as possible after high school.

He didn't want to stay in that family, jealous of his elder brother and uncles and aunts who treated him indifferently.

If you are in high school and enter the official career, if you rank well, you will naturally pass the sentence of one state.

According to the usual practice, the general judgment of a state is absolutely not in the birthplace of the candidate.

And he was the only one left in the third room where he was. Wherever he was, his family would be there. In this case, it would be better to go to Beijing to catch the exam and become an official as soon as possible.

"My lord, do you know what year, month and day it is?" the boy in gray asked.

When Xiao Lingyin heard it, he was quite puzzled, but he still said, "It should be the third day of June in the fifth year of Yongping."

"That's right!" The servant replied hastily after hearing this.

Xiao Lingyin asked a few more questions before letting the servant leave.

Although the lighting in the hostel's rooms is not very good, they are tidy and clean.The drizzle outside the window is still continuous, hitting the branches and leaves, making a little humming.

The meat-stuffed noodles on the small table were steaming hot, which was obviously my least favorite noodle.This is a special noodle in his hometown. He was tired of eating it since he was a child, and tried to avoid it since he was 15 years old, but the boy said that he wanted this bowl of noodle himself.

Xiao Lingyin straightened out his thoughts, only feeling absurd in his heart.

How could I be like what the boy said?

Thinking of the nobleman who saved him and gave him silver taels, he felt a burst of rejoicing.

Although he knew that the world is difficult and dangerous, he didn't expect that the book boy who had been with him for many years and trusted him would treat him like this; he also lamented that there are so many good people in the world. Get this Kyoto.

……

"Your Highness, we're here." The carriage stopped slowly, and the waiter in Tsing Yi outside the carriage quickly reminded.

Hearing this, He An opened his eyes when he closed his eyes in the carriage, suddenly there were some inexplicable traces of sadness in those eyes, and there was a bit of depression in his always calm eyes.

This time, he hurried back to the capital to mourn for his biological mother.

Today, His Majesty has four sons and three daughters. This body was born to a court lady. As the eldest prince, he has never been favored.

The emperor of the dynasty was originally the son of the county king, but Wen Zong had no sons at that time, so he had to choose another son from the ancestral hall.

With the help of experienced and shrewd ministers, and his own intelligence, he is quite stable.

Because Wen Zong passed away but had no sons, and the throne was uncertain at that time, the ministers urged the draft for many times, and today he has four sons and three daughters.

This body is originally for worshiping the Buddha in a Buddhist temple, not caring about world affairs, indifferent and inactive.

Just because some time ago, first a small ninth-rank official wrote a letter requesting that the eldest prince be crowned prince, but he ignored it, then the sixth-rank court councilor wrote a letter asking for the crown prince, and then He Yun from the third-rank censor asked for the crown prince, bit by bit, From bottom to top, the emperor who sits high on the throne is required to determine the candidate for the crown prince.

However, the emperor refused to allow it, and just shied away, stalemate, and did not make a decision for a long time.

All the ministers actually had some clarity in their hearts. The emperor favored Concubine Liu in the harem. A few years ago, he disregarded the objections of the ministers and made Concubine Liu the imperial concubine.

The empress of the dynasty gave birth to two daughters in a row and had two miscarriages. After more than ten years, she is still childless.

The admonitions of countless civil servants have already expressed their attitude to the current emperor.

However, the emperor's heart is unpredictable, and he has not expressed his mind for a long time.

The matter progressed to the end, just as the eldest prince Chu Yan's biological mother died of illness in the palace, the emperor said that he would make another decision after the prince's funeral period.

This mighty political turmoil has just come to an end.

The eldest prince, who was still paying respects to the Buddha in the Buddhist temple, was urgently called into the palace, waiting for the emperor to summon him.