In the blink of an eye, Liu Che was gone for more than half a month. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Liu Che was temporarily moved to inspect the Yellow River, Gillian still knew nothing about the government, but fortunately, there was a group of trustworthy ministers throughout the scene, and secondly, Gillian was also very happy to go to the Changxin Palace to give the Queen Mother a look at it when she encountered slightly more important things like Liu Che in the past.

The Queen Mother may have more or less known that Prime Minister Tian Wei was inseparable from her, and she had to ask about everything recently. But maybe he couldn't even say that he was convinced, or maybe he left it to make up for it in the future, and finally he was okay on the surface. So half a month has passed very dullly, and today Gillian just received the silk book written by Liu Che.

He not only praised Dou Ying's quick decision and timely control of the disaster, but also grieved at the tragic situation of grief and displacement everywhere the sixteen counties of the Yellow River went, and was determined to increase the rescue efforts of the imperial court.

Originally, the Son of Heaven's inspection of the Yellow River water conservancy in history would not be until the second year of Yuan Feng.

Once you are reborn, there will probably be a few days when you want to change the world with your prophetic abilities, but the truth is that mediocrity is mediocrity, and it is not much of an advantage over people in this era.

In terms of thinking and practical hands, the ancients were amazing. On the contrary, modern people, who have relied on science and technology for a long time, have degraded a lot.

Gillian never thought of translating what she saw and heard in her previous life to the present, and the policy is seriously out of touch with the productive forces, which is whimsical and brings disaster to the country and the people. But in his position, everything he has eaten and used in the past 20 years has been provided by the people, and it should not become a bad thing if the history of the Yellow River water conservancy can be a little bit ahead of time, right?

She stood in front of the window and closed the silk book. Looking at the light and flying rain silk little by little delicately washing the tender green on the bamboo leaves, shedding out the dark green, the quiet world was faintly rising misty light smoke and a roll of Jiangnan smoke and rain ink painting, the heart also calmed down.

Looking far away, the palace is heavy, and the unknown is endless.

Gillian took a deep breath of the natural fresh air during the rain and sat back down in front of the piano. The hand that refers to the root of the onion swaying and dancing lightly on the strings, like a fish in water. In the golden beast incense burner, the agarwood incense and the light fragrance of the bowl of lotus fill the palace room.

The crisp and loud guzheng finger rolling method begins, and the sound of drums grows from slow to fast. The sound of the piano is melodious and tactful. Listen carefully, and the lake surface under the fine light and shadow in the spring sunset will appear in front of you. By the lake, in the deep shadows under the trees, red, white, pink, and yellow flowers are blooming lively.

The breeze is like a dream, the stars are sparse and the moon is clear, and the lake ripples lightly. has always been in deep love, but the fate is shallow, and a crescent moon between the pianos locks the spring and can't lock the time.

I'm afraid that this will be the last time to play "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" in Jiaofang Palace, but unfortunately Liu Che can't hear it anymore. When he returned, she had already left this golden birdcage-like Jiaofang Palace, leaving this sad place.

At the end of the song, she didn't mean to stop. The piano notes turn softly, and the elegant overtones begin, like entering the rippling blue waves and smoky realm. It is "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud", in order to answer Liu Che's song of Qiong Yao with papaya.

The song is a human change, and it is no longer the state of mind at that time.

Song after song, she didn't feel tired at all, and kept playing heartily.

After bathing out at night, when Begonia served her and dressed, she naturally found Gillian's reddish hands cut by the strings. She sighed, but said nothing.

When Gillian entered the dormitory, Haitang took a bottle of medicinal oil, gently rubbed it on Gillian, and rubbed it patiently for a moment, waiting for the effect to begin to evaporate before stopping.

In the silent deep hall, the sound of the lights exploding was amplified, making people tremble.

Haitang put away the medicinal oil, met Gillian's slightly inquiring eyes, and nodded slightly with sadness and relief.

Gillian saw the water in her eyes, her heart was slightly sour, she smiled at her, and said softly: "Go, there is no need to ask someone to keep vigil for me in the temple tonight, I want to stay alone all night." ”

Haitang bowed his head lightly and slowly retreated.

Gillian sat for a while, then got up and pushed open the window, and sat by the window in the night breeze.

Black, intense black, boundless black.

Tonight, there is not a single starlight.

However, it was a good time.

The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing, and the ancient temple is when the jackdaw is crying.

Darkness can annihilate all evil, dim the crimson of blood, and make everything have a deserved ending.

During the Yuanguang period, the most beautiful scenery in Chang'an City was Wu'an Hou Tianwei, as soon as the Empress Dowager left, she smoothly ascended to the position of prime minister by virtue of the Empress Dowager's east wind.

Even Wei Qihou, the minister of Gu Ming left by the first emperor to the Son of Heaven, could only be subordinated to him, and the Jingjian of Chang'an City had been criticized for a long time by the Marquis of Wu'an. Everyone feels that Wu Anhou's talent is indeed a little, but it is indeed difficult to win his position as prime minister.

But even Wei Qihou didn't say anything, he worked hard in the position of Tai Lieutenant, except to ask everyone to say that this is the strength, what else can he say?

can only watch the prime minister's house in full swing, sighing that talent is not as good as someone.

When Marquis Wu Anhou used to live at home, he relied on the Queen Mother and His Majesty to fish and flesh the people and do whatever he wanted. The Chang'an Mansion is like being blind, and has never turned a blind eye to Wu Anhou's lawlessness.

After Wu Anhou became the prime minister, it became even worse.

Domineering and extravagant.

finally angered the Son of Heaven a little bit, after all, this is his world.

Last year, there was a faint message that Tian Wei was reprimanded for being domineering. But everyone just takes it as a joke, and it doesn't matter if it's over.

When Wang Hui, who sacrificed his daughter to the prime minister and failed to survive, died, the rich businessmen and tycoons who flocked to the prime minister's door from all over the country were shocked to realize that the prime minister's words were even so that His Majesty could not accept them.

But their enthusiasm has not diminished in the slightest, but the prime minister has rarely kept a low profile. People even found that the expansion of the Prime Minister's Mansion had stopped, and they came and went, revealing the luxury of the Prime Minister from the mouths of the workers who had been to the Prime Minister's Mansion to build it.

The scale of the Prime Minister's Mansion far exceeds the mansions of the nobles and princes in the Chang'an Mansion, and there are countless treasures and gold and jade. I heard that there are hundreds of new beauties in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

is so extravagant, finally let His Majesty listen to the wind shadow, I can't see it.

The prime minister who suffered His Majesty's cold face was easy to fall silent for a while, and the good people in Chang'an City were finally their own uncles, as long as the prime minister was willing to restrain a little, the position of the prime minister was still solid.

The words are still in my ears, and in July this year, the Son of Heaven gave his uncle a hand to the end. It's like living at home after the collapse of the new policy of Jianyuan in the past, but at that time, His Majesty was forced by the pressure of the Empress Dowager to do it, but this time he did it himself.

Just when everyone was still waiting and speculating whether Wu'anhou was still likely to recover, the wind direction came from nowhere, saying that Wu'anhou was angry because of the unfavorable water control.

The flooding of the Yellow River this year is really fierce, and I heard that 16 counties have been flooded in a row. There are also a lot of victims in Chang'an City, but anyone who is well-informed knows that His Majesty is sending Ji Huang and Zheng at that time, and they can't be cured for a long time, shouldn't they be tortured first?

Those who have a clear mind will understand the truth in an instant, and even say that it is hateful and hateful!

Within a few days, the streets and alleys of Chang'an were full of rumors that Wu'an Hou would divert water to the south bank in order to protect his fiefdom.

The lives of the sixteen counties are not as good as the harvest of hundreds of acres of fertile land in the eyes of the powerful.

The people of China have always been as docile as sheep, and those who seek it can only live and work in peace and contentment.

But if even such basic requirements cannot be met, human life is not as bearable as a dog in the arms of a noble lady.

Fortunately, before the public resentment in Chang'an City boiled, Wu Anhou was sick and very sick.

I heard that since the prime minister was at home, although the prime minister's mansion has not been cold, the situation that makes people all over the world flock to it no longer exists.

Wu Anhou seemed to be unable to adapt to such a situation, and he was depressed, and finally fell ill. Later, the condition was so turbulent that he couldn't even get out of bed.

There were a lot of doctors in the prime minister's house, but even the imperial doctor sent by the Queen Mother couldn't see what the symptoms were.

There was no way, so I went to the doctor in a hurry, and even the traveling doctors who walked the streets and alleys were invited to go in to see it.

After coming out, he was secretive and refused to talk about it. It was still drunk that people were drunk, so they said in a daze that the prime minister was crazy, talking nonsense, and hysteria.

It's a shame.

But no, how many people should have died unjustly at the hands of the prime minister over the years?

You deserve it!

At this time, in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Tian Wei was suffering from illness, and what he had was hysteria from the traveling doctor.

He shouted something into the air, but if he didn't have a clue, he turned it upside down.

Mrs. Wu Anhou listened carefully for half an hour, and only then did she vaguely hear what she seemed to say about the king, and there was a faint shadow in her heart, but she didn't mention it to anyone.

Wu Anhou muttered for a while, and then seemed uncomfortable, coughing from the burst of his throat. Mrs. Wu Anhou hurriedly helped him up, sat down, and stroked his back.

After his breath was cleared, Wu Anhou coughed even more. For a few days, he had been vomiting after eating everything, and he was even muttering when he spoke. I didn't expect to be able to cough so violently, it's like coughing out my heart and lungs.

With a "wow", Wu Anhou spat out a mouthful of jet-black blood, followed by an earth-shattering cough.

Mrs. Wu Anhou was startled, and hurriedly called the doctor who was waiting in the side compartment.

She was anxious, but she was not sad.

Wu Anhou hadn't entered her room for several years, and the beautiful concubines from room to room were carried home. It's troublesome in the back, and there are a lot of people who live in the backyard without a name.

She was also cold-hearted, and she fell seriously ill last year. I heard that Marquis Wu Anhou was waiting for her to die, so that he could bring King Yan's youngest daughter in, so that he could give him another boost in the court.

She struggled to survive from discouragement, as long as she lived for one day, no one could tear her off the position of Mrs. Wu'anhou, and she still had to watch her son inherit the title and start a family.

Therefore, she was only anxious about why he didn't die soon, and there was no sadness at all.

As she wished, wait for her to call the doctor. Wu Anhou's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and although his body was still warm, there was no longer a snort.

In the third year of Yuanguang, after Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty dismissed Tian Wei as prime minister, he died violently at home.

The Hou Wu'an family sent a letter into the palace late at night to report to the queen mother.

When the Queen Mother heard the letter, she almost fainted and was very sad.

There was chaos in the Changxin Palace, but it was very quiet in the Jiaofang Palace.

Begonia sent the messenger and pushed open the door of the temple, and the calmness on his face finally gradually turned into a flower.

A flower with tears in it.

She stepped forward and gently said to Gillian who was sitting by the window: "Niangniang, Wu'anhou's Mansion sent a letter, Wu'anhou is dead." ”

Gillian froze, her chest visibly heaving.

Then, she chuckled softly.

Cheerful, pleasant, but also with anger and grievances.

The laughter is like a string of silver bells ringing in winter, half into the night breeze and half into the clouds, and the aftermath of the incense mist lingers, endlessly.

Suddenly, she began to cry silently again.

She was very helpless and confused, like a lost child, and like the little deer that Gillian had encountered when she was riding a horse in Shanglin Yuan to look at her pitifully with wide eyes.

Begonia wanted to step forward to comfort Gillian, but she didn't know how to say anything. What Gillian has lost, even after Wu Anhou is dead, cannot make up for it.

Gillian cried for a while and wiped away her tears. Still looking at Haitang with flushed eyes, "Take a black cloak, I'm going to Yilan Palace!" ”

Yilan Palace?

Haitang glanced at Gillian and was a little puzzled, but she still went to get a jet-black cloak.

Yilan Hall was the residence of Liu Che when he was still called Liu Yu, and he was idle for many years, but he never lived there again.

Yilan Hall is the residence of the Son of Heaven when he was a child, although there are no longer nobles to live, but the palace people do not dare to fall down to clean the ground for a day, so that the Yilan Palace is as clean as before.

Gillian entered the Yilan Palace, turned the side hall and entered Liu Che's former living room. I walked up to a huge silk painting, opened it and pushed the wall behind it. There was a soft "squeak", and under the secret door was a small dark room.

The arrangement is still the same as before, thick wool felt, very soft. It's a small case, which they used to put books and water.

Everything is still like before, the days when she and little Liu Yu were talking and reading here were like yesterday.

She put down the palace lamp and looked at the small dark room little by little. The names of Liu Yu and Gillian are engraved side by side on the wall, the technique is immature, but very hard, it was the first time Liu Che brought her to this moment.

On the side, there are two more names engraved: Gillian and Liu Che, and the first year of the post-Hou.

This was engraved after Liu Che brought her here to give the jade pendant after they got married.

With tears in her eyes, she took off the jade pendant that hung around her neck. She has been wearing it since she almost lost it on a safari in the Jianyuan period.

The jade pendant of mutton fat white jade flows with a subtle luster like clotted fat. The front is embossed with a lifelike flower, and in turn a small seal is engraved with the word "Jiao".

She hung the jade pendant in her hand, looked at it carefully for half an hour, and gently placed it on the case. Lifting the palace lamp, he pushed open the door of the dark room, and left without looking back.

The hot and blurry picture, facing the cool autumn breeze at midnight, makes the memories float in front of you like fallen leaves, and gradually become clear.

Gillian's eyes were slightly cold, but she didn't look back, she walked quickly and firmly step by step. The slender figure, reflecting the pale yellow dim light, is unusually thin. The wind blew through her dress, fluttering, and a faint smile rippled on her face. His eyes were a little empty and lonely, but he was a little cold and firm.

All kinds of things in the past, such as childhood, such as youth, such as love, such as hatred, all died here. (To be continued.) )