The window was not closed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe night breeze was blowing, and a few drops of rain unintentionally hit Li Muqi's body and face. Li Muqi stood by the window, letting the rain hit him.

Li Muqi was already awake, and the cold rain woke him up. He shouldn't have woken up at this time, he should have continued to be drunk, maybe he should have stayed in bed, closed his eyes, and waited for sleepiness to strike again. But no, he was too sober at the moment, there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes, his bright eyes flashed with a thick hatred, and his constricted pupils stared at Wen Ya Ge tightly - the gorgeous lights looked even more chic in the night, enveloping a layer of beautiful brilliance, which should not be the brilliance of the world.

The muscles in the corners of his eyes contracted and throbbed, and the hatred in his eyes grew stronger. The hand, for some time, has been clenched into a fist. Li Muqi really wanted to swing this punch out at this moment, hit it in that brilliance, hit Zhang Fengniang's face, and shattered that ugly and hypocritical face.

No, he didn't deserve such a simple punishment, she deserved a more severe punishment, that was what he deserved. As soon as Li Muqi thought of this, another wave of heat suddenly hit his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously revealed an evil and terrifying smile, coupled with his hideous and distorted face at this time, he really looked like the most cruel devil in hell. His heart was imagining how to torture Zhang Fengniang, and what kind of punishment Zhang Fengniang should be subjected to, which was what she deserved.

At this moment, a thunderclap resounded throughout the sky, as if it was about to split the entire sky in half and destroy it with the earth. Xu couldn't bear to see such a scene, such an ugly person again.

Just between the flashes of lightning, Li Muqi saw his face clearly reflected in the rain through the rain, it was a face he had never seen before, revealing evil spirits, and his eyes were so terrifying, which made people unconsciously feel a trace of coldness, and goosebumps on his back rose inexplicably.

The loud rumbling sound hit Li Muqi's heart deeply, and he was shocked in his heart, and suddenly came back to his senses. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his face was so pale, his breathing was irregular, and his chest was rising and falling.

What's wrong with me? Li Muqi was in a trance in his heart, and asked himself: Could it be that I am such an evil person, and my heart is like this? No, no, no. Even if my heart was like that, I shouldn't have done that. If that's the case, it's not just Zhang Fengniang who will be harmed, but innocent people will be implicated, and they shouldn't be punished like that.

Li Muqi hurriedly shook his head, wanting to get rid of the evil thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't get rid of it, it seemed to have been deeply rooted in Li Muqi's heart, and it would only grow, not wither.

A pro-piano sound, through the thick rain curtain, clearly reached Li Muqi's ears, and the sound was tactful and exciting.

When the heart is still, the person is also quiet. Quietly listening to the change of tunes, listening to the excitement of the rain, listening to the flowers and plants dancing in the rain, as if everything should be like this, people should not be like that, should be like flowers and plants, only the fragrance of flowers is sprinkled all over the garden.

But he forgot that when there are flowers and flowers, there is also a day of glory for plants and trees, let alone a thoughtful person?

The sound of the music faded away, and only the calm drizzle still flowed outside the window.

Li Muqi no longer looked at the night rain, but also looked at the light, opened the paper, and wrote in the dark: The cold rain outside the window swallows my heart, and the sound of the piano is terrifying. When will the night rain be off, and you will lie down and listen to the sound of the piano.

Li Muqi knew who the person who stroked the piano on a rainy night was, and she would have a song every time she came to this moment. Curious, he quietly jumped to the roof, sat on the ridge, and looked at the woman who was playing the qin by the white moonlight: a white dress, the corners of the skirt flowed like waves in the breeze, and a green silk was not completely bundled, scattered around Yingying's waist. The ten fingers like the roots of an onion pluck slowly on the strings. Where the sound of the piano moves, it has a unique charm.

Li Muqi was drunk, I don't know if he was drunk because the sound of the piano was too beautiful, or because of the woman who stroked the piano. He unconsciously took the prepared Changxiao, and played it with the sound of the piano.

The woman who stroked the qin was startled and looked up in the direction of Li Muqi, but saw that Li Muqi was playing this song, and there was no malice between his eyebrows, and there was no trace of blasphemy in the tune, so she put her mind at ease and played a song with Li Muqi.

Li Muqi never inquired about who that woman was, he didn't want to destroy the beauty in his heart, and he didn't want that woman to be hurt because of him. He just wanted to regard that woman as a dream of his own, a beautiful dream.

At the beginning of the shower, Li Muhua had just returned to Zhuyuxuan. Qiu Yun had been waiting for a long time, holding hangover tea in her hand and a bowl of porridge. Through the glimmer of electricity and candle flames, Li Muhua saw Qiu Yun's pretty face, flashing with deep affection. Li Muhua's figure was reflected in his hazy eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a moving arc.

Li Muhua was drunk, drunk in that touch of tenderness. He suddenly stretched out his hands, wanting to take Qiu Yun into his arms. I didn't want to, but I was gently pushed away by Qiu Yun, and Qiu Yun's soft voice came to my ears, "You are drunk, it's time to rest." He moved back a small step slightly, and said, "The servant retreats." He bowed and slowly withdrew.

Looking at Qiu Yun's figure gradually withdrawing, Li Muhua said softly, "Could it be that I'm really drunk?" He chuckled, slowly moved to the edge of the bed, and lay down. Something suddenly remembered in his heart: at this time, he shouldn't think about the love of his children, he still has a lot of things to do, how can he care too much about the affairs of his children. If you do that, your heart will be bound, and you must not do that.

Besides, Zhang Fengniang held this banquet today, not for herself, but for Li Muqi, she just wanted those people to know Li Muhua, understand Li Muhua, and arrange his marriage for Li Muhua, maybe the woman she saw during today's banquet was.

Zhang Fengniang was lying on a soft couch, her head resting on an embroidered pillow, covered with a fiery red robe. The light shone on her face, and the lines on her face were clearly printed. His brow furrowed as if he was thinking.

There was only one person standing next to Zhang Fengniang - Zheng Guihua, still dressed in fiery red clothes, with an emerald green ribbon tied around her waist, a silk scarf pinned to it, and a layer of grease powder on both sides of her face, the light shone on it, with a faint halo, her lips were very bright, and there should be a layer of rouge hanging on it.

There was only one servant in the house, Zheng Guihua. Those little girls have been sent out by Zhang Fengniang, in fact, they don't want to stay here. Young people are always active and curious. They weren't fit to be in this place. Besides, there are some things that the fewer people know, the better. There are many people talking, who can guarantee that they will not say it.

Secrets cannot be shared, and it is best for only one person to know.

Half of Zhang Zhenggang's face was hidden in the dark, only the bridge of his nose was in the light, and his lips were a little chapped, tightly clinging together. Ten fingers clasped together and placed on top of the thighs. The legs are differentiated, arching in a natural arc. Apparently he enjoyed the sitting. He liked the location even more, which happened to be the place where the lamp in front of Zhang Fengniang's couch and the lamp on the wall intersected, but it was also the darkest place.

"I have to get married to Hua'er," Zhang Fengniang said, "If he doesn't have a strong backup, it will be difficult for him to gain a firm foothold in the court." ”

"Do you have the right person in mind?"

"Zhengwei General Han Fu, Han Fu is resourceful and knows the way to be an official. Moreover, now the emperor has elected his daughter to the harem. It would be best if you could marry him. There is also one person who is Liu Gang, Marquis of Wu'an," Zhang Fengniang hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "It's just that he acted too arbitrarily, which is a big mistake." I like his daughter very much, she is smart, well-behaved, and endearing, and she knows what she thinks like when I was younger. As soon as I entered the hall, I noticed the desire in her eyes, and her hands, clenched unconsciously, as if she wanted all my things. ”

"Although Han Fu is an excellent candidate, I don't think the emperor will agree."

"Why?"

"He will never let any prince surnamed Li have too full wings, if a prince's wings are too full, then he will not be under his control, and he will also face a big crisis. Which emperor is willing to face this? Zhang Zhenggang gently touched his beard and said with a smile: "As for Wu'anhou, Liu Gang is the best candidate." He has handed over his military power, he is just a prince at this time, and he is definitely an extremely intelligent person, otherwise how could he have the title of 'Smiling Tiger'. I think Liu Gang is the best candidate, and he will definitely help Hua'er. ”

"Oh?" Zhang Fengniang was puzzled, "If Liu Gang is an extremely smart person, why should he unload his military power at this time." Doesn't he think about his son? ”

"That's where he's smartest."

"What do you mean by that?"

"If he doesn't get rid of his military power, his son Liu Zhiwu won't have a chance." Zhang Zhenggang said: "The emperor is newly enthroned, but in fact, what he is most afraid of is the group of old ministers left by the emperor. The heart of the old minister is difficult to collect. Besides, there is also a group of former ministers who have participated in the previous battle for succession, how does the emperor know which one is the one he can use? ”

Zhang Fengniang said: "Isn't Sima Changming left alone in the group of former ministers who participated in the seizure of the heir at that time?" ”

"It's not that simple. What can be seen is not the most terrible, the most terrible is the uncertainty of those who cannot be seen. Zhang Zhenggang shook his head and said, "No one can guarantee that Liu Gang did not secretly participate in the battle for succession, this is one of them." The emperor also didn't want to see the army that Liu Gang once controlled, and finally become Liu Gang's own army, and strengthen the power of the Liu family, which is the second. Therefore, he can only have a chance if he unloads Liu Zhiwu. ”

"If that's the case, Liu Gang is the most suitable candidate." Zhang Fengniang's face showed a hint of joy and said, "It's just that I lost the support of the Han family in vain." ”

"It's a pity if you lose it," Zhang Zhenggang said after a long silence, "The emperor will not agree to the king surnamed Li marrying the generals, but he will not interfere with the ministers." ”

"You mean..." Zhang Fengniang said again.

"Well, I do." Zhang Zhenggang hesitated again, and said, "It's just that I and Han Fusu will have a relationship in the future, if I suddenly mention this matter, I'm afraid that something will be wrong." ”

"If not, please ask the emperor to marry, after all, you are also the emperor's uncle."

"Well, I'll talk about it slowly at this point."

"This matter must not be delayed, but can only be dealt with quickly. Late will change. ”