The dandy's set, the Jianghu Ke's set... He can do everything, he can learn everything, and he taught Zhou Fei to break down at the fastest speed - if it weren't for Xie Yun's more frequent blisters, every time The sun was visibly weakening, and these days could be called beautiful.

As the day of national humiliation approached on the third day of the twelfth lunar month, the temporary residence of King Duan became more and more lively, and the grand dresses and items were sent in like water. Taking Duan Wang back at this juncture might have moved his heart to establish a crown prince.

The effect of this rumor is not trivial. Xie Yun's door is almost full of people, and he is so troubled that he almost wants to disturb Zhao Yuan's so-called "ancestral ceremony", so he has to pretend to be sick every day and close the door to thank guests.

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, everything is ready for the ancestor worship ceremony, just waiting for all parties to come on stage.

And at this moment, good news came from the front line, and the remnants of the Northern Dynasty's rush to gather the defeated generals were like a piece of paper. Some even heard the movement of the Southern Dynasty's army and fled. Zhou Yitang went to the capital within a few months. Jinling, where it is rare to see a few snow slag a year, actually had a light snowfall early. Although it was very weak, it turned into mud when it landed, but those who flattered and praised virtue in the name of "Rui Xue" were powerful.

At this point, the time and place are favorable to people, and Zhao Yuan seems to have everything.

However, Zhao Yuan seemed more restless than usual. When he came to visit the patient as usual, he had just said a few words with Xie Yun, and a man who looked like a large inner guard rushed in, bent over and said a few words in Zhao Yuan's ear. sentence. This person must be Zhao Yuan's confidant. He used "sound transmission to enter the world" and other skills. He didn't even say a word, and before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Yuan's complexion change, and he stood up suddenly, not even saying a word. Same as Xie Yun, he turned around and left.

Xie Yun pretended to send him out, made a gesture to Zhou Fei calmly, heard a soft sound, and knew that Zhou Fei was chasing out according to the words. He leaned against the door thoughtfully, and gently closed his robe. At this moment, a little eunuch who happened to be cleaning the tea set came out with a pile of cups and plates, and accidentally glanced at Xie Yun when saluting, and immediately scared him. With an "ah" sound, the cup and plate in his hand crashed into a pile of broken porcelain on the ground, knelt on the ground and shivered: "Hall, Your Highness..."

Xie Yun finally came to his senses, looked down, and found that his stiff fingertips were cracked and his skin was ripped apart. He didn't feel any pain, and he accidentally rubbed the collar of his coat red. One piece, as if he had just wiped his neck.

At the same time, Zhou Fei quietly adorned Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan was very afraid of death. Everywhere he went, all kinds of guards and masters of the big family filled every corner, either openly or secretly. Although Zhou Fei was highly skilled in martial arts, she broke out in a cold sweat. She was almost found out several times, and she finally got close to Zhao Yuan's bedroom, and she had nothing to do. The place where Zhao Yuan lived was to prevent someone from being assassinated. Within a radius of three feet, even the knee-high tree was given to her. Chop the gān clean!

Iron barrel-like bodyguards surrounded his bedroom, and there were people patrolling back and forth.

It was the first time that Zhou Fei had seen such a grand person who was so afraid of death. At first, she thought Zhao Yuan was a little funny, but after a while, she couldn't stop laughing, and doubts surfaced in her heart - this well-trained The escort cannot be assembled in a hurry. How long has Zhao Yuan lived in such a state of panic for an emperor?

Who is he afraid of?

It was as if someone had wedged the word "assassin" into Zhao Yuan's mind.

At this moment, the sound of something shattering suddenly came from the distant bedroom. Zhou Fei frowned and saw several black-clothed and brocade-robed guards leave in a hurry. She immediately avoided the person Zhao Yuan beat her. The sea prison, keeping up with the men in black.

A few people's Qinggong is not bad, but it is nothing like a real master. Zhou Fei chased it very easily. Seeing that the guards brought a large group of people in a very short period of time, they left the palace with great momentum and ran towards Go to a residence outside the imperial city.

A few people in casual clothes and ordinary hawkers in front of the mountain said to the leading guard: "Here is the person, sure, we have been watching."

who?

Zhou Fei, who was hiding in the dark, looked in the direction of the "hawker"'s finger, and saw that it was a large yard. The yard was full of flowers. In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, they bloomed fragrantly and scorchingly. It climbed out of the wall, revealing the whole courtyard, which seemed a little weird.

For some reason, this yard full of flowers made Zhou Fei feel a little familiar.

The next moment, the leading black-clothed guard gave an order, and everyone surrounded the small courtyard and broke through the door roughly.

...then stay together.

I saw that the small courtyard was silent, the rack for hanging clothes was still there, but the costumes on it were gone, a few kingfisher tail feathers fell on the ground, and surrounded by the bustling, there was a small swing hanging in the breeze. Swing.

It is exactly the same as the small courtyard of the Yuyi class in the city of Shaoyang that disappeared in one night!

At this time, a high-hanging female voice came from afar, singing: "The long river flows into the sea, and the vastness returns to the sky—"

The black-clothed guard shouted, "Chase!"

The crowd rushed up and chased after the direction of the singing. Only then did Zhou Fei slowly walk out of the hiding place. She was not worried. The trick of people going to the sky was Yuyi Ban's unique skill, and she also remembered that the voice she sang while holding her voice turned into ashes - it was Mu Little Joe is the big devil.

A Lady Nishang, a Suzaku Lord, if those two seniors make trouble together, they may not be able to catch them if they call out all the wine bags and rice sacks around Zhao Yuan... The question is, which one is this?

Zhou Fei got into the empty courtyard of Yuyi Class, and saw that the door of the back room was ajar, the smell of the incense burner that had just been burned out, and there was still a bottom of wine in the cup, and on the wall opposite the door, hanging Two wooden scabbards, one sword and one sword, with a note in between.

Zhou Fei carefully took down the note, and read the words on it: "The Feather Class has arrived in Beijing with "The Legend of the White Bone" to present a gift to me in the prosperous age of Da Zhao."

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☆、Chapter 164 Black Cloud

Mu Xiaoqiao's voice seemed to be like a rough seed that took root everywhere. Overnight, it seemed as if the gods and bones were being sung everywhere. The situation was fermenting so fast that it was too late for the temporary ban. Fainted and heard whoever sang, they would arrest people on the spot.

But even the actors and actresses cannot be arrested for no reason. Jinling has always been elegant, and literati, poets, dignitaries, etc. often have the old fashion of marrying famous actors and celebrities. As soon as the guards appeared, they immediately aroused suspicion. However, due to Zhao Yuan's tough wrists in recent years, no one dared to question it publicly, but private discussions were rampant.

Zhao Yuan was furious that night, annoyed by this group of bastards who didn't know what to do with him. He beat the commander of the imperial guards 30 times. He showed up at the court the next day, never mentioning the arrest of the imperial army, but was very truthful. Qíng eloquently recalled his own national humiliation, family feud and courageous people for more than 20 years, and finally came a light sentence, still remembering the shame of the year, since the twelfth lunar month, drum music has been banned in the palace.

The crowd naturally heard the sound of the strings and knew the elegant meaning. After going down to the court and going home, they all notified each other that they were good friends. The night of Jinling, which was singing every night, suddenly became silent. On the eve of the ancestor worship ceremony, there was a strange peace.

It was another gloomy and cold day. Zhou Fei walked around Jinling City, but couldn't find any trace of Mrs. Nishang and the others. In the evening, she slipped into the palace again. She expected that Xie Yun might not be able to leave the palace, so she went to see him. She wanted to ask what happened to "The Legend of the White Bone", but found that Xie Yun was uncharacteristically and stopped early, leaving only a note for her. , said that he wanted to accompany Zhao Yuan to finish the play "Li Chu", and then he would be free to go out of the palace to take her to play, and told her to go back first.

Zhou Fei squeezed his note and set it on fire under the palace lantern. She sat on the high raised palace roof for a while, but the moonlight was never seen. The corners of her eyes suddenly jumped twice for no reason, and she jumped into the night. In the middle, a few ups and downs disappeared.

And Xie Yun, who "rested early", suddenly opened his eyes in Qianzhong's tent.

With a little light, he saw that there were many large and small wounds on his body for no reason, starting from the tips of his fingers, and now it had spread to his shoulders and chest, and a faint smell of blood lingered around his body, as if to indicate that this lingering breath. **The deadline is approaching.

When this situation first appeared, Zhao Yuan was furious, and the imperial physicians were so frightened that they almost hanged themselves, but there was nothing they could do.

Xie Yun carefully turned over and looked up at the tent, thinking lazily in his heart, Zhao Yuan probably couldn't sleep after listening to the "Bone Bone Biography". On the one hand, he was worried that the sudden appearance of "Bone Bone Biography" would cause some trouble, and on the other hand, he had to worry that the "Li Chu" drama he had prepared so badly didn't start, and the "Chu Jun" himself would first crack into a broken kite.

Gee, cao has a lot of heart.

That night, on the wet corner of Jinling Street, a corner of a small restaurant that had not closed was still lit.

There was a man dressed as a wealthy businessman, with a big heart and a fat body. He was occupying a place for two people. He was slowly picking up and eating with a glass of light wine, very leisurely.

The shop assistant yawned and filled him with wine. Suddenly, two middle-aged men came upstairs along the wooden stairs of the restaurant. They looked like the guards of this young wealthy businessman. One of them is tall and thin, with a few knife-like wrinkles on his face. At first glance, it looks ordinary, but the second shop assistant suddenly woke up when he met his eyes. His hands trembled, and the wine was poured out. On the table.

When the wealthy businessman saw this, he waved his hand and said, "Come on, you don't have to come here if you haven't been instructed to do so."

The shop assistant heard this, as if receiving amnesty, and ran away without saying a word.

The "rich businessman" said: "Mr. Shen, Master Tong, please take a seat."

It turned out that this was Cao Ning and his party.

Tong Kaiyang squinted and glanced at the direction where the second shopkeeper fled, and said, "The little brat of the Xingjiagang, the martial arts are not very good, but people feel very good."

"Just being deterred by Mr. Shen's breath, don't worry about it," Cao Ning said. "Now Jinling City is full of fish and dragons, and everyone has it. We are hidden in the city, not to be eye-catching—how about it?"

"No more singing." Tong Kaiyang poured two glasses of wine, first respectfully placed a glass in front of Shen Tianshu, but Shen Tianshu didn't give him face, took the glass and poured the wine directly from the open window, and poured it himself. a glass of water.

Fortunately, Tong Kaiyang has known him for many years. He knew what the surname of Shen was, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled and said, "Brother, this is the realm of 'Qingshui to decorate' and 'return to the original'."

Shen Tianshu ignored his flattery and said: "Zhao Yuan's son will announce his short-lived nephew as the crown prince at tomorrow's ancestor worship ceremony, didn't you say that the little brat is young for many years? Didn't die? Lianzhen is indeed a waste that is not worth dying for."

Cao Ning said: "Zhao Yuan just took a fancy to his nephew who was sick and crooked, so he dared to make him the crown prince. It happened that he established the crown prince today, and tomorrow the crown prince died. He followed him and cried hypocritically, even if the 'return of power' failed , and in the future he will be a legitimate emperor."

Tong Kaiyang said oddly: "Then Zhao Mingyun is just the orphan of the prince, and he is not the true prince who has been canonized by the Zhao family. Zhao Yuan, as an elder, took over the jade seal when it was expedient, and became the emperor, what's wrong with his name?"

Cao Ning said: "If it wasn't for Zhao Yuan who kept the word 'returning government' on his lips all day long, and had to do the ritual of 'sacrificing ancestors' and 'establishing a reserve', no one would say that he was unorthodox. I said, Zhao Yuan is a person in the world, but for some reason, he always cares too much when he mentions some things, and even loses his sense of proportion... Maybe there is really something here that you and I don't know It's tricky. I see that the 'Brother Xie' who has been wearing a pseudonym for many years is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He probably doesn't want to die early, otherwise why would he create a 'Bone Bone Biography' at this juncture? Hehe, the Zhao family in the Southern Dynasty, really It's thought provoking."

Shen Tianshu drank cold water indifferently beside him, and Tong Kaiyang said again: "These uncles and nephews are also interesting, and they both wish each other could die quickly, but they have to get together to perform a harmonious set up and transfer the throne, is it possible that the crown prince will not die in the future? Does Zhao Yuan really want to pass the throne to him?"

Shen Tianshu snorted coldly and said, "What do you do with these useless things, I just want to know, if I really took the head of Zhao Yuan's child, wouldn't it be cheap for that sick ghost?"

"It's cheap for him?" Cao Ning laughed, "Mr. Shen, I've been 'missing' for so long, and my military power has been cheapened by my imperial brother. What happened?"

Tong Kaiyang hurriedly said: "I would like to hear the details."

"The old and new parties in the south have been fighting against each other from the previous dynasty to the present, and the capital has lost their fight once, and now the east wind has only overtaken the west wind. Zhou Cun knew that his foundation was unstable, and he never refused to represent the new party, putting himself on the pawn. If you are in a position to charge into the battle, this will be even more difficult to reach at the front line. If Zhao Yuan is a little surprised, that Highness..."

Cao Ning shook his head and said with a smile, "If he really had the courage to set off a bloodbath in Jinling and suppress the crowd, how could he have been plotted to that extent by his uncle? The emperor would have changed his position long ago. For Zhao Yuan, motion is worse than silence, but for us the opposite is true. The more turbid the water, the easier it is to catch fish. My manpower is still in the army, so I can only convene one or two letters. As long as there is enough chaos , we may not be able to make a comeback.”

Tong Kaiyang is so astute, he can naturally hear that this "we" is not referring to the Northern Dynasty, but Cao Ning himself.

The story goes something like this: The Northern Emperor was incompetent and hated his brothers, which led to the defeat of the front-line troops. On the contrary, Duan Wangyejian, who had been trapped in the midst of the common people, took a slant on the front, with two masters, and made a move to pull the salary from the bottom of the pot, completely mixing the waters of the north and the south.

At that time, no one will remember that he was born by a cheap servant girl, and no one will remember Cao Zhongkun's eccentric will to the east coast.

Tong Kaiyang said in a low voice: "There must be a favor from His Highness over there."

Cao Ning smiled lightly: "How come there are two less..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Tianshu listened impatiently, drank the cold water, and interrupted Cao Ning firmly: "I saw the old master seal, and I obeyed you, as it should be, I just listened to your dispatch this time. Since we don't owe each other, we don't have to give me any merit."

After he finished speaking, he stood up on his own to leave.

At this time, a burst of heavy footsteps came from the gut-like street below the restaurant.

For some unknown reason, Shen Tianshu followed the footsteps and looked back. On the other side of the water-glowing bluestone slab, a young woman walked slowly with a paper lantern. Women are no different, wearing the popular gentle dress. She lowered her head and walked not fast. She went straight to the back door of a shop doing rouge gouache business. The family members who were waiting for the door probably heard footsteps and opened the door early to wait for her. Silently, he hung the lantern on the door, and then with a "squeak", the family reached out and closed the door heavily.