On that day, the general rode into Beijing, led by the great eunuch Zhao Duling, and the horse was followed by hundreds of civil and military officials of the imperial court. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The general did not enter the palace, but lived in the east of the city Longmen Station, there is a big locust tree in front of the Longmen Station, there is an old well under the locust tree, the well water inside is sweet, it is rumored that there is a female ghost living on the locust tree, often in the middle of the night, sitting on the edge of the well of the old well combing hair and singing in a low voice, extremely unlucky, but the general insisted on living in.

Occasionally, in his free time, the Tantai State Domain stood under the old locust tree, raised his head and looked up, leaving Han Xianba with a back. Han Xianba heard that there was a woman in the general's heart who had been hanged on the locust tree, and he didn't know whether it was true or not.

Since the general lived in the Longmen Station, the Longmen Inn has become the most lively place in the capital, as the Wan Dynasty will approach, local officials began to enter Beijing one after another, after entering Beijing, first rushed to the Longmen Inn, handed over the visit post, if you can see the general side, then you will be happy to die, live like a man in estrus who gets the handkerchief of the favorite woman, even if you can't see it, you are not discouraged, and the heart you want to express is passed to the general through the hands of Vice Admiral Han.

In previous years, hundreds of officials entered Beijing, the first to visit was the wine lord Wei Haokun, this year Wei adults have nothing to do with the Longmen Inn, they are small shrimp millet, naturally also follow the direction of the big fish to swim, officialdom for officials, not easy, very tired, stand in a good line, find the right direction, in order to prosper the official luck, invincible, look at the wine lord, not everyone can go to that position.

But the Empress Dowager never appeared, as if she was confronting the general to see who couldn't hold back first.

Recently, Han Xianba heard the general's cold snort more and more frequently, and as for the old woman in Cining Palace, he didn't know or care.

The entry of local officials into Beijing shows that the Wan Dynasty will be getting closer and closer, and the day of the deposition of the Son of Heaven Li Yuanhao is getting closer and closer, the initial panic in the hearts of the people has been eliminated by time, and gradually replaced by an inexplicable fanaticism, and the madness in the bottom of the heart has emerged, accompanied by the warmer and almost sultry weather, people are somewhat eager to see the scene of the tragic death of the young Son of Heaven on the street, being pointed at, and then the world is in chaos, and the people are panicking, it is an indescribable madness and distorted urgency, the characters who used to be high above fell from the altar and were spurned by ten thousand people, which is a kind of morbid refreshment, and this has nothing to do with being kind or not, just happy, inexplicable desire。

Finally, on a sunset like bloody evening, the day before the Wan Dynasty Meeting, a sedan chair out of Cining Palace, under the guidance of Zhao Duling, came to the Longmen Inn, opened the curtain, the Empress Dowager held a pot of blooming peony, trembling and got off the car into the post station, this season, it is not easy to see such a blooming peony.

Zhao Duling and Han Xianba were waiting outside, the former was bent over with an expressionless face, and the latter was leaning against the wall, holding a piece of hay in his mouth, scratching his crotch as if intentionally and unintentionally, and the corners of his mouth swept over mockery. Not far away, Chu Renfeng lowered his hands, constantly rubbing the jade wrench hanging on the eldest mother's finger with one hand, and wrapped him in gray clothes into an old dead stump.

The palace guards blocked the water around the Longmen Inn, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice of the post station, the door closed quietly, the light shifted, and a breeze blew, blowing the old locust tree in front of the door, making a rustling sound.

I don't know how long it took, the door was opened, and the Queen Mother slowly walked out, turned around and closed the door herself, and bent down slightly: "Thank you, General Yutai." Then, leaving, leaving behind two ruts that are neither deep nor shallow, rendered by the sunset and polished by time.

And the general did not go out from beginning to end.

Han Xianba walked into the post station and saw the general sitting on the right seat, and there was a stool standing not far from him, on which was a pot of blooming peony flowers, and the fragrance was compelling.

You can imagine the scene of the general sitting firmly in the center and the old woman sitting on the side like a student.

The old woman cried, and she said she was a little scared. The Tantai Kingdom said softly, in a very unrestrained tone, and finally, the old woman bowed her head.

"Scared?" Han Xianba frowned, the Queen Mother has always controlled the government, she is the ancestor of the imperial court, no matter what, this coup is nine out of ten, why is she afraid.

"She is afraid of going to hell after death, and she is not allowed to be reborn. The Tantai Guofan suddenly couldn't help laughing, waved his hand mockingly, and the pot of peony flowers flew up, fell to the ground solidly, and turned into rubble: "She is old, too old, so she began to be afraid of what happened after death, and began to look ahead." ”

"So, the old woman wants to spare the emperor's life?" Han Xianba asked.

Yutai Guofan shook his head with a smile: "The old woman asked the old man to leave Li Xiuce's life. ”

Han Xianba was slightly stunned, and then began to laugh: "The old woman is indeed not far from death. ”

The closer the day gets, the calmer Li Yuanhao's heart is in the Qianqing Palace, and Yu Qingdu can't help but remind His Majesty the Emperor that the Ten Thousand Dynasty will be closer and closer. Li Yuanhao patted Yu Qing on the shoulder and said with relief: "I know, so, in the afternoon, Yu Qing, you go and get a shuttlecock, let's play shuttlecock competition, whoever loses, will learn to bark." ”

Yu Qing's heart was as anxious as fire, like ants on a hot pot, turning around, the more like this, the more Li Yuanhao felt that the little eunuch was simple and cute, and teased: "Yu Qing, after I die, what should you do?"

Yu Qing raised his head suddenly, his eyes red: "Your Majesty, the slave will accompany you to die!"

"Don't, in the future Qingming Dragon Boat Festival, I still want people to burn paper incense for me, you are dead, I really have no one to worry about. Li Yuanhao said.

The little eunuch burst into tears, and wiped his tears with his sleeve: "Your Majesty, the slave will get you a shuttlecock immediately." ”

He bowed his head and ran out of the Qianqing Palace, and he resented Wu Qingyuan more and more in his heart, and heard that the Fuzhong Mansion in the Wu Mansion had been completed, with a total of three entrances and three exits, resplendent and brilliant, and very magnificent. Hearing that Wu Qingyuan and Yuqing were in a hot fight, the palace maids often saw the two talking and laughing in a remote corner of the palace, so happy.

On the other hand, Your Majesty, so pitiful!

Kicked the shuttlecock for an afternoon, Li Yuanhao was covered in sweat, she was bored and plucked all the chicken feathers on the shuttlecock, and put the remaining copper plate of the shuttlecock on the beam of the Qianqing Palace, maybe many years later, someone will find out that after doing all this, Li Yuanhao moved a stool and sat in front of the windowsill, quietly looking at the sunset like a flame, a smile climbed up her cheeks, and she was finally able to be freed.

Dinner, eaten simply, is Li Yuanhao's favorite sticky rice porridge and small pickles.

In the empty palace, the sound of falling needles can be heard, only the sound of Li Yuanhao eating small pickles is left, she eats happily and relishes.

After eating, Li Yuanhao sat at his desk and flipped through a few books, as usual. She likes the "Fireside Night Talk" that Mr. Kong Weiting asked her to read, although it was evaluated by Mr. Nan Huairen Nan as metaphysical, fake and empty, but Li Yuanhao still likes that kind of indifferent mentality, "Fireside Night Talk" is not as detached as the "Getaway" recommended by Mr. Nan, but what Li Yuanhao hopes for has always been down-to-earth and bland, not turbulent or magnificent, only simple joy, anger and sorrow and natural life and death.

Late at night, she rubbed her eyes, stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, Cining Palace was still brightly lit, and the direction of Taihe Hall was full of people, she could imagine that the Internal Affairs Office should stay awake all night tonight, just to prepare for tomorrow's Wanchao meeting.

There were many people who stayed up all night with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but not her.

Lying on the bed and pulling the quilt, Li Yuanhao curled himself up in a ball, clutched the colored shells in his hand hard, and hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time.

The night was deeper, the starlight disappeared into the clouds, the wind stopped in one place, and Li Yuanhao fell asleep with the Qianqing Palace.

and the years that have passed.

So happy!