In the twenty-eighth year of Nanzhao, in the east, Yan Moru, the general of the guarded pass, rebelled, and Emperor Liang Xi was beheaded under the Wanhe Palace. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoOnly one of the relatives of Emperor Zhao of the former South escaped death.

"That is Emperor Liang Xi's concubine who is pregnant in August, Xiyue."

"Xiyue plays a good piano, and I am afraid that the entire Nanzhao Kingdom will never find a second such a good-looking appearance. A song made Emperor Liang fall in love with her, although she was just a concubine, she was deeply favored by the emperor. When Yan Moru came to the Liuyue Pavilion with the rebels, he only heard the sound of the piano, which was sudden and slow, containing sadness, as if the people in this pavilion had expected that today's catastrophe would not be able to escape. ”

The storyteller took a sip of tea from the bowl, his face flushed. The audience gathered around his stage tilted their heads one by one, a little impatient. The old storyteller stroked his beard and kicked the iron bowl with a lot of copper coins on the side.

The spectators pouted one by one, but they still turned their sleeves and turned their sleeves, took out the money bags, and threw the copper plates into the iron bowl.

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled slightly, and said, "Yan Moru asked the soldiers to wait outside the door, and pushed open the door of the Liuyue Pavilion with a sword. The entrance to the gate is a narrow pebble paved path, on both sides of the path are red and bright plum trees, the more you go inside, the clearer the sound of the piano, and at the end is the front hall of the Liuyue Pavilion. Yan Moru gently drew his sword, and looking at the falling snow, he pushed open the door. A woman in a red shirt sat on the ground, her hair untied, scattered from her shoulders to her waist. She looked so thin, wearing only a red dress on such a cold day. The sound of the piano stopped, and two slender hands that had been frozen red rested on the piano. Xiyue raised her face and watched Yan Moru lift his sword-"

"The piano in Xiyue's arms was broken into two halves...... the old man closed his eyes, and his voice became erratic, as if he had been outside the Liuyue Pavilion.

The snow outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, Yan Moru took off his coat and draped it on Xiyue's shoulders, he stared at the bulge in Xiyue's abdomen, and helped the alluring woman up from the ground.

The plum blossoms in the snow are becoming more and more colorful, but they are not as good as the woman in his arms. The snow fell on her hair, her lips lifted slightly, and the heat collided with the snow. Yan Moru lowered her head and said in her ear, "I want you to follow me." ”

Yan Moru's ascension won the hearts and minds of the people. Compared with Emperor Liang Xi, who did nothing, Yan Moru was more able to enrich the country and strengthen the people.

"Nan Zhao, it's still your Nan Zhao." He called himself Emperor Wu of Yan, standing in front of the execution platform in the city, facing his subjects, "The Yan family has been loyal to the emperor for generations, the emperor has been kind to me, I can't bear the destruction of Nanzhao, my hands have been stained with the blood of the emperor, I, confess to the emperor." ”

Emperor Yan Wu bent down and knelt down, and his black robe fell to the ground, embroidered with dark red dragon patterns.

After a long time, he got up: "Nanzhaoguo, I will protect it with my life." ”

Suddenly, 10,000 people in the audience shouted in unison, long live the emperor.

He stood on the stage, tall and majestic. Suddenly, he remembered his first concubine Xiyue and the bloodline of the defeated in her belly, Yan Moru twisted his eyebrows.

Since she became the concubine of Emperor Yanwu, she has never seen Xiyue smile again, and that stunning face, like a lake that can no longer ripple, has become a stagnant water. Xiyue has been staying in the Liuyue Pavilion, and the emperor has given her several maids to accompany her. She was in the Liuyue Pavilion, and she heard that the harem was like this, and who was favored. The emperor would occasionally come to Liuyue Pavilion to listen to her play a song, but every time it was just a song, he brushed his sleeves away.

Winter is not over yet, and the setting moon is about to be born.

Yan Moru sat in the main hall, waiting for news from the imperial doctor. He heard the cry of the setting moon coming from the room. Soon, a loud baby cry was heard. He frowned and took another sip of tea.

The imperial doctor guarding the door stepped into the main hall with eager steps and bent down in front of him: "Congratulations to the emperor, it's a boy." He didn't say that he was happy with the dragon, he didn't show a happy look, even though the imperial doctor was so cautious, Yan Moru still smashed the celadon teacup in his hand.

"The emperor is angry."

Yan Moru waved his hand and ordered: "Tell Concubine Yue, just call Xiao, and follow my surname." ”

Yan Xiao, he didn't want to spit out this name completely, and he didn't want to admit that this child with the blood of Emperor Liang was the son of King Yan Wu and the prince of this Nanzhao.

Yan Moru didn't go to the wing, but left the Liuyue Pavilion directly.

"Yan Xiao......" Xiyue hugged her child and gently called his name. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

Since then, Emperor Yan Wu rarely came to Liuyue Pavilion.