Sudden HE with the villain

The tip of the pen hangs on the paper, and it has not fallen for a long time. The ink smudges and ruins a good paper.

Si Ciyin put down his pen and sighed.She is Dayue's official historian, her ambition in life is to write a history book for the late emperor, Emperor Feng Qi's life is like the sun and the moon shining brightly in the world, it should be passed down through the ages.

But compiling history is unusual after all, and a historian should be like a bulldog, not only knowing the major events in the life of the person recorded, but also knowing the details one by one.

Only in the smallest details can the true feelings be revealed.

Ke Si Ciyin encountered a difficult problem.

In the daily life notes, you can check the life and daily life of the late emperor, but it is especially obscure about the king of Beijue.For example, the conferment of Zen on Mount Tai was originally a matter related to the fate of the country, but the king of Beijue eagerly came to join in the fun, so this important event that should be described in detail became-"The emperor sent his ministers to travel with the king on Mount Tai , I will return in ten days."

As for what happened within those ten days, maybe only the majestic Mount Tai and the world can know.

And what happened on the vast grassland, why the Beijue Tiger Division was willing to join forces with the Sirius Army to overthrow the tyranny of the previous dynasty, and how the young Beijue King met the late emperor...

There are too many such strange things to enumerate, such as looking at flowers in the fog, watching the moon in the water, which aroused Si Ciyin's heart of textual research as a historian in the haze.

She put down the pen and paper and walked slowly to the window.

The nine-fold palace wall is hidden in the twilight, only a few sparse stars in the sky are shining in the darkness.

"Maybe it's time to go to Beijue." She muttered to herself.

"Okay, I'll take you there!" A clear voice like a silver bell came from outside the window.

Si Ciyin trembled in fright, and then saw a smiling girl poking out of the window.Her complexion is slightly fair, her eyebrows are quite deep, her curly blond hair is splashed to her waist, her eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, and she is looking at herself with a slight smile.

"you you……"

The girl shrugged her shoulders to show her innocence, "My lord, don't be afraid, I heard that you are writing a book for our former princess, so I sneaked over to take a look."

Si Ciyin frowned slightly, keenly aware of something wrong, "The first princess?"

The girl smiled and nodded, "Yes, I have been lying on the window watching you write for a long time, why do you sigh? Is it difficult to write a story?"

Si Ciyin was a little annoyed. For a moment, she wanted to tell her that compiling history is a major event of "inheriting the sage's knowledge for the past, and creating peace for future generations", how can it be compared with writing stories; It's too dangerous.

But in the end, she asked with eyes as bright as autumn water, "My Majesty is your former concubine?"

The girl sank in the pool of autumn water, and after a long silence, she said softly: "You are so pretty." Seeing the person in front of her blushing, looking angry and annoyed, she nodded quickly, "Yes. Yeah, don't you know?"

Si Ciyin shook his head, thinking about all kinds of records in his daily life, he only felt the clouds cleared and the fog cleared for a moment, and suddenly said: "So that's how it is!"

The girl also echoed: "So that's how it is! The former princess is so ruthless!"

Emperor Feng Qi was like the sun and the moon in Si Ciyin's heart, once she heard someone slander her like this, she immediately became displeased, stared at her wonderful eyes, and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could the late emperor be so ruthless?"

The girl also refused to show weakness, "Where did I say wrong? In our Beijue, everyone knows that the emperor sitting on Dayue is our concubine, but none of you know this, and you don't even dare to reveal your own woman to the public." People in the world, how can you not be ruthless?"

Si Ciyin stomped his feet anxiously, "Such things, things like this are already private, how can you publicize them!"

The girl suddenly realized, she clapped her hands and said with a smile: "By the way, I forgot, you Da Yue are very shy about such things." Seeing that the young historian still looked swollen, she gave a sneer and scratched her face. Scratching the back of his head, he asked, "What's your name?"

Si Ciyin glanced at her, then walked to the table, and picked up the pen again, "It's important for the palace, Your Excellency should leave earlier."

"Ah, I can't sleep tonight." The girl didn't seem to be able to hear the coldness in her words, she leaned over with a shy face, and seeing her beautiful handwriting, like a human being, she couldn't help but praise her, "Your handwriting is so beautiful, and your handwriting is so beautiful. Just as nice."

The tip of Si Ciyin's pen trembled, and the ink streaked across, destroying another piece of white paper.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, her delicate body trembled, and she felt that the girl behind her seemed to be getting closer and closer.

It's weird... such unprovoked emotions.

The girl rubbed her ears and said softly: "Don't you want to go to Beijue? I'll take you there."

Si Ciyin suddenly woke up like a dream, pushed her away, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you... don't want to be so Meng Lang!"

The girl curled her lips helplessly, "Why am I just Meng Lang? Didn't you say you were going to Beijue?" She turned her head and looked out the window, "It's quite late, so I'll go back first, by the way, my name is Heyang, I'm Beijue Your envoy is also living in the palace now, if you are bored, you can find me over there."

Si Ciyin looked at the back of He Yang leaving, a little dazed, Beijue has envoys recently, but did not expect her to be so young and good-looking, no, so frivolous Meng Lang, it is possible that all Beijue people are like this ?But in the future when writing about the late emperor, you can ask her, but I don't know how long she will stay here...

Dayue people have always been shy, and Mr. Si is even more outstanding among them. Even when he leaves the Central Plains with his lover in his arms after a few months, he has to emphasize again and again—"I am just going to collect wind, and I am all for the late emperor. to come back."

He Yang rode the horse with one hand, wrapped her around her with the other, and agreed with a smile—"Okay, yes, yes, what the lady said is right."

The two traveled northward all the way, and arrived in Linzhou one month later.

Linzhou is no longer suffering from the war, and because of the trade between the two countries, it has become a prosperous and prosperous city, with a lot of cars and horses, and many shops.

On the street, there are many Beijue people yelling and selling special products, such as silk flowers woven with ribbons, snow-white milk, and fragrant fried oil. Children run past the street with windmills and smiles. beaming.

"Fifty years ago, this place was still a barren land." Si Ciyin couldn't help but sigh, "However, 50 years ago, the prosperity here is no less than that of Guangjing."

With a stick of cheese in his mouth, He Yang's cheeks were bulging, and he hesitated a few times when he heard her speak.

"Thanks to Emperor Xianming." Si Ciyin's eyes were full of longing, and he never hesitated to praise Emperor Feng Qi.

He Yang was also very happy, and finally swallowed what was in his mouth, and said: "Of course my princess is fine."

Si Ciyin spat, "What is yours?"

"If you marry our king, you belong to my family."

Si Ciyin blushed, and after a long time of embarrassment, said: "Then...that should also be your king's marriage..."

He Yang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.The girl's eyebrows are like curved emerald feathers, and her laughter is clear and touching.

There is a tomb under the city of Linzhou, which is made of white jade, surrounded by poplars and luxuriant vegetation.

"This is the tomb of the governor." Si Ciyin looked solemn and knelt in front of the grave and worshiped three times before explaining to He Yang, "When the late emperor raised troops, the governor of Linzhou opened the city gate for the Sirius army for the sake of the people of the world. , and then committed suicide by falling into the wall.”

He Yang frowned, "Why do you have to commit suicide?"

"Loyalty and righteousness are in a dilemma," Si Ciyin stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, and his figure was like a pine tree. "In a difficult situation, the common people are naturally the most important."

He Yang was startled, and hurriedly put his arms around his lover from behind, "Don't, don't, you have to put me first."

Si Ciyin raised his lips, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a gap beside the governor's tomb, and walked slowly, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.

"What's the matter?"

"It was once destroyed."

"Ah?" He Yang didn't understand again, "Didn't he die for the common people? Why would someone smash his tomb?"

Si Ciyin didn't answer, but just bent down and caressed the crack, "The country is safe and the people are safe, the world is peaceful, you can rest in peace."

If you want to know what happened on the grassland, the most direct and credible way is to find the person involved. It just so happens that He Yang’s grandfather was Dong Cheng, the leader of the Tiger Division back then. reason.

Unexpectedly, when the old things were mentioned, the old man's eyes were full of tears, and he said aggrievedly like a child: "I was born and died for the king, but I didn't expect that she would scare me and say she would kill me because of that woman."

He wiped away his old tears, and said a few old things, such as when the elite Sirians could have been wiped out on the grassland, he never thought that King Beijue would force him to retreat; The crown prince tells lingering love stories to his sweetheart, and he wants to share the history books together, and it will be passed down through the ages; and the former king will go south every winter, saying that he wants to avoid the cold, but the result is always delayed until the next summer, and the courtiers are crying. Ken back.

At the end, he waved his hand, "Ask Brother Duan Wu, he knows a lot more than me."

Duan Wu also lives in Beijue now, he fell in love with a girl from Beijue in Linzhou, and followed him here.

He was sitting on a small bench when He Yangsi and Ciyin found him, talking about the past with his grandchildren, "Let me tell you, as soon as I opened the curtain, I saw them there like that."

The children didn't know what was going on, and they all let out a sound of amazement.

The corner of Si Ciyin's mouth twitched, always feeling that asking Duan Wu would reveal some extraordinary things.

Later, when she was studying history, she would always feel very shy when she saw the two people in her writing doing this and that. So-and-so.

So the book that should have been written a long time ago was delayed for two or three years, and she was finally relieved when she finally wrote the sentence "The emperor and the king join hands... the world is peaceful, and the sea is clean and the river is clear".

He Yang leaned his fluffy head over, saw the last word, and asked very studiously: "What does Haiyan Heqing mean?"

"It's old enough to die, strong enough to be used, young to grow strong, widows, widows, lonely, sick, and sick. Those who are fifty can wear silk, and those who are seventy can eat meat. A family of eight can live without hunger. Those who confer white are worthy of being worn on the road; it is the old man who eats meat in cloth and silk, and the people of the people are neither hungry nor cold..."

She quoted the scriptures and spoke eloquently for a long time. When she turned her head, she saw that her lover was confused: "Yinyin, what are you talking about, I can't understand a single word."

Si Ciyin sighed, took out a toffee from his sleeve, removed the wrapper, and stuffed it into his lover's mouth, "Is it sweet?"

He Yang nodded hurriedly, "Sweet!"

"Look, this is Haiyan Heqing."