dhibooks Chapter 49
Chapter 49
Tongque spring is deeply locked in Qingqiu, and the curtain is rolled by the west wind to describe thinness. When I go back to the embroidery building, how can the teardrops flow through?
It's autumn again, and the weeds growing wildly along the wall outside have lost their vitality, drooping their heads withered and yellow, and even the old crows at the west window, who are always noisy and screeching, have given up their breath and sit sleepily on the branches. He pecked at his dry feathers with his beak, combed them and dropped them all over the ground. They fell on the broken bricks and tiles in the yard, and on the wet red ground in the yard, together with the bird droppings, they became the fertilizer for the next year's grass.
This is a large courtyard. In terms of its vastness, it might not be an exaggeration to describe it as a palace, but the inside is desolate and dilapidated. When people who don't know it enter it, it's just a ruined temple.Now the door curtain in the dilapidated temple is half rolled up, and there are faint coughing sounds coming from inside, one after another, it makes people worry that the people inside will cough out their hearts and lungs.
The little palace lady Bi Zhi just came back from the imperial hospital to get the medicine, before she opened the outer door, she heard a heart-piercing coughing sound inside, her heart tightened, she quickly took the medicine and ran in, before she even entered the door, she At the door curtain, I saw my mother holding her heart, her face was as white as adults who drank Wushisan outside, but her brows were tightly frowned, and all the blood was gone.
"Your Majesty, it's windy outside today. You're coughing so badly. Why are you sitting here again?" Throwing down the medicine in her hand, she trotted to get some thick clothes. Covering the woman who couldn't stop coughing with the faded cloak in the middle of the night, she shed tears, "Your Majesty, you are already sick like this, let's tell His Highness, maybe His Highness can build a mansion and take you out."
"Cough cough...cough...cough...cough cough..." The woman heard that the cough became heavier, and she just kept waving her hands and shaking her head.
Seeing this, the little maid could only shed tears silently with her red eyes biting her lips. She also knew that she was wishful thinking. The more he wins, the more suspicious the emperor and other highnesses will be towards him. Many ministers have already impeached him for supporting his troops, and it is difficult for his highness to protect himself. How can he manage the people in the deep palace? master?Thinking about it, the little maid was even more heartbroken. His Highness filially sent the maid here to serve the master. In the end, she was the only one left. If she didn't serve the master well, how could she be worthy of the highness who was fighting desperately outside?
This has happened countless times in this deserted and abandoned palace. It stands to reason that today should be an unremarkable day. When the door was inserted, a group of men in armor burst in and kicked her away. Those men broke into the yard with knives and arrested the woman who was still coughing. Throw them together in a pile of weeds.
After the surrounding area was densely packed, a eunuch with a fleshy face and short nose slowly stepped in with figure eight steps, took out a bright yellow file from the armband, rolled out the whites of his eyes, and shouted in a sharp voice , "By God's destiny, His Majesty the Emperor's edict said: The nine princes Bei Ming Yang has no virtue, kills brothers, prostitutes/disorders the harem, I think his flesh and blood are his own, and I can't bear to kill him. I have granted him a kinship with the North Kingdom, and I respect this."
"My son—"
The woman who had been thrown to the ground by the Imperial Forest Army and had been wiping her tears, when she heard that her child was about to marry her, her heart and lungs stagnated, her blood was not flowing, she screamed and passed out.
"My lady, my lady... woo...my lady..."
"Hey, I really don't know what to do. It's a good thing to be able to get married. It's a shame to cry like this. It's strange to be in this place. I thought I could get a reward anyway. It's really bad luck. Let's go!"
He curled his lips in disgust, the eunuch flicked his sleeves and strode away, and the tall and strong imperial guards followed him and left. In this ruined courtyard, there was only a little maid holding the fainted master, crying sadly .
It is not once or twice that the emperor of the Northern Kingdom marries his daughter. It is indeed the only time to marry a son. What's more, the one who is going to be "married" is the beautiful prince known as the "God of War" in the Northern Kingdom. Literati and politicians spent their sorrows in the tavern, and many ordinary people who did not understand political affairs occupied the only way to send their relatives off. The woman came to the North Kingdom to congratulate her.
Although in the name of Shengguo's marriage, the emperor of the Northern Kingdom sent a generous gift to the Nange Dynasty in order to show his generosity.
So starting from the capital city of the Northern Kingdom, the road stretched for dozens of miles, like a dragon dancing, a mighty team, carrying in their hands, on their bodies, and in their cars, all of them were made by the emperor of the Northern Kingdom. The dowry accompanied by the prince, dududusuona in front, stepping cavalry behind, guarding the ninth prince Bei Mingyang in the eight-carrying sedan chair with a phoenix crown and a xiapei, was carried all the way to the palace of the empress of the Nange Dynasty. , married.
At that time, the empress of the Nange Dynasty heard that Ren Qianshuo was twenty-one. Before Bei Mingyang entered the palace, there were already three concubines and four attendants in the palace. Concubine selection, from the sons of the court ministers to the servants selected by the people, she has seen many men of all shapes and sizes, but when she first saw Bei Mingyang, she was still surprised. Wenxi Scale, let it fall to the ground, just like a stone falling into the waves in calm water, Qianshuo, who has been the empress of Nange for nearly five years, knows for the first time that putting people in The taste of the heart.
The red wedding gown, the red wedding candle, the red wedding room, the red wedding quilt, the sky is getting darker, and the palace attendants have already retreated. In this overly quiet wedding room, only people who have lost their actions because of surprise are left. Qianshuo, a well-known man of consciousness, and Bei Mingyang, who had already had his hijab removed.
The beauty is like a flower, shining in the water, leaving people drunk every inch.
Wenren Qianshuo was stunned for a moment.In the ambiguous atmosphere full of red eyes, Bei Mingyang's eyebrows and eyes were distant, and she sat on the wedding bed neither happy nor sad, but her eyebrows were narrow and long, and there was an indescribable faintness between her frowns. The candlelight shone on her, as if The blurred ink painting outlines her stunning face stroke by stroke.
Wenren Qianshuo held his breath, not daring to move a bit, but saw the beauty sitting on the bed staring at her coldly, stretching out her white and creamy fingertips, slowly, slowly, to untie her. Xifu, Wenren Qianshuo stared round in surprise, at a loss, but just for a short while, the clothes on Bei Mingyang's body peeled off one by one, leaving only a loose obscene garment.
"You, you, what are you doing?"
The clothes on her body became less and less, gradually revealing her more delicate, white and slender neck, Wenren Qiansuo felt his heart pounding, his mouth became more and more dry, as if his body was on fire, it was burning uncomfortably.
Bei Mingyang, who seemed to be able to take it off at first, heard this, her hands on the obscene clothes belt suddenly trembled, she slowly raised her head, and stared at the nervous person in front of her who could barely speak, the corners of her eyes Qingtiao, staring at it for a while, suddenly smiled, but his brows and eyes became more and more indifferent, and said, "What do you want to do—" He deliberately half-spoken, seeing her eyes full of familiar expressions, Bei Mingyang was originally lively. His heart suddenly died three points, "Is your Majesty not clear about what I want to do? Why ask me?"
Wenren Qiansuo heard the words, she seemed to understand something, and she didn't understand anything. She looked blankly at the person sitting on the bed, slowly, slowly approached her, and sat next to her body. Next, as if bewitched, fingertips frantically touched from her picturesque eyebrows to her light pink thin lips, rubbing, pressing, and getting heavier and heavier.
Bei Mingyang just looked at her indifferently, without saying a word, this silence gave Wenren Qiansuo courage, she leaned forward without any hesitation, touched her ears slightly with cool fingertips, and kissed her with her lips. On behalf of her, she whispered at the base of her white jade ears, and the ambiguous breath flowed away, "Then from now on, you are mine, and you are mine alone..."
Yan Yu's whispered words were forced to eagerly devour. Bei Mingyang looked coldly, and the candle that carved the phoenix was shedding tears gradually filled the candlestick.
On the second day, the empress of the Nange Dynasty formally issued an imperial edict to confer Bei Mingyang as a concubine, and gave her all the tenderness and care, but she only had a few words of thanks from her, so the empress was very worried, but she still loved the prince of the Northern Kingdom with all her heart Bei Mingyang, until her younger sister Wenren Qianchen and Wen Renling joined forces to conspire against each other, she was desperate and wanted to hang herself in the palace with the white silk.
"Why don't you leave? Didn't I send you out of the imperial city? If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."
"...Hanging is not a good way to die after all, how about I help you once?"
Only then did Wenren Qianshuo realize that she was holding a sword in her hand, and there was still blood on it, so all the conspiracies and schemes were understood in just a moment.
"You! You! Are you plotting against me?!"
"I'll let you try not to feel the pain."
Bei Mingyang didn't answer, just smiled at her, the flirtatious eyebrows could not be concealed, "I will, try my best."
Behind her, the sound of fighting could be faintly heard. I heard that Qianshuo was standing on the throne on the nine-step high platform, and he could see the thick smoke rising into the sky from the parapet through the window pane.
"I'm dead, and you won't feel better. My soul will become a ghost and will haunt you forever."
"Then Bei Mingyang, we'll have to wait and see."
"I heard that people who die wearing red clothes are more obsessed, so, okay, let me change into a wedding dress?"
"……Can."
The radiant and magnificent Miyagi seemed to have become a hell at that moment. There were blood-stained corpses everywhere. There were faces everywhere, struggling and unwilling to die. The only exception was the emperor's bedroom. , crowned and dressed neatly, the empress who died with a smile on her face.Beside her is Bei Mingyang whose viscera are about to flow out from his abdomen.
The empress was killed, but Bei Mingyang committed suicide.
Seeing those two people who had harmed her in the previous life die, the soul of Wenren Qianshuo in the sea of consciousness of His Majesty the Moon God was not at all happy, because that was not what she wanted.
"Satisfaction and happiness." Sighing, His Royal Highness Moon God looked at the center of the mourning hall from a distance. Beiming Yangcang has been lying there with her eyes closed and white face for three days. After the execution, she seemed like It's like being bewitched by an evil spirit. After being ill for a day, he went away, so fast that people had no time to react.
"But Master Luna, I don't want Jiangshan, I just want to be with her!"
"I'll come back to you alone, don't you understand? What Bei Mingyang wants, what she needs, is freedom, the freedom she got after escaping from her father and brother, her motherland, and her responsibilities! So No matter in the previous life or in this life, she chose not to hear about Qianshuo's feelings, and ended it on her own, just for her freedom! It's just that in this life, she may feel that she is sorry for you, so she helps you eliminate the feelings that may threaten you. Your people, give you back your country. You didn't understand her in your previous life, but in this life, you still don't understand her?"
"Master Luna—"
"Gu can be regarded as helping you fulfill your wish, I'm afraid I can't help you any more."
"Master Luna, are you leaving?"
"Yes, but before Gu leaves, Gu will inject spiritual power into your soul and let your remnant soul stay in your body for another ten years, allowing you to wait until your child grows up and let her take over At the time of the throne."
"Master Luna... Am I wrong?"
"Who knows." Wang Shu shook his head, reluctantly moved his eyes away from the mourning hall, and closed his eyes. "For someone like Shangbei Mingyang, how can you guess who is right and who is wrong?"
Rather, they are all lunatics, maybe their behavior, in the eyes of Bei Mingyang, is a joke, including her Wang Shu.
Qian Shuo, a well-known person in the sea of her knowledge, stopped talking, but couldn't stop crying.
[His Royal Highness, the little god has found a way to get out of that virtual cracked world, you can continue to the next world!By the way, do you want to continue sealing spells and memories? 】
【……Um. 】
[The little god understands. 】