The bell of the fairy temple rang loudly, and the sound echoed in the murmuring rain curtain, and with the long shouting of the attendant, the bell stopped, leaving only the rustling of rain.

After the court meeting dispersed, the ministers withdrew from the Chongde Hall one after another, and the servants of the various prefectures waiting outside the palace opened their umbrellas one after another.

But for a moment, there was a thunderstorm outside, the leaves were rustling, the corridors were dripping from the stairs to the court, and the damp soles of the shoes were flowing all the way to the hall.

"The king will leave the palace tomorrow."

Fan Guifei twisted the beads and wandered outside the screen, not entering.

Inside the screen, with the help of the maid, Yuan Ling took off his layers of cumbersome court clothes. Since she and Lu married Qin Sa, today is the first time she has ascended to the palace. However, most of the court's class are unfamiliar faces, with the Fan family and Fan's in-laws in the majority, and the old ministers who came from Lin'an at the beginning either resigned or were idle, and very few remained in the court. Yuan Lingjun was very unhappy, and sat down in the scattered dynasty without saying a word with a cold face.

"Gongzi Yi went to Hushan, returned tomorrow, and then entered the Chengde Palace. The king personally went to greet him, showing even more sincerity. ”

Yuan Lingjun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked out while tying his belt, "What Mother said is that Gu will wait for him early tomorrow morning." ”

The sky is crisp and cloudless, making it the best place to go out.

After Qu Yi left Hushan, he encountered a hundred horsemen on the way to the palace, not Shankou, not Nanyi.

Zhen Chuanting's nephew, who was regarded as the "Landscape Painting Sect" by the southerners, accompanied the car and witnessed the grand occasion. The strange whereabouts and hidden stone is not as described in the rumors, he is an old man with white eyebrows and hair, on the contrary, he is in his youth, he is the same age, in addition to his short stature, he is also a pretty man with red lips and jade face.

This time, Banshi was ordered by the noble concubine to remake the territory of Changshan, and after completing the task, he immediately returned from the border of Hetuo, and met the general Hu Yan Shoujing, who was escorting the convoy of the son, and he went with him to pay the order.

When the convoy arrived at Huanglongkou, the black horse team blocked the way from two roads, and the escort army thought that it had encountered a provocation from the southern ethnic minorities, and they all drew their swords to prepare for war.

The billowing yellow smoke covered the sky, and the soldiers and guards covered their noses and mouths one after another, and when the smoke and dust subsided, everyone saw that it was not the horse team that was attacking suddenly.

Hundreds of fat and strong horses blocked at the intersection of the official road, dense turns, without a trace of gaps, tall horses, men with reins holding their heads straight waists, all of them are wide-sleeved deep clothes, high crown and broad belts, leather belts decorated with beautiful jade tassels, the golden hook in the waist hangs the sword embedded in the gemstone, all of them are heroic, the momentum is extraordinary, look at their dress, it is clear that they are outstanding posture, talk about the situation in the world, but make a posture of looking at death as home.

After ordering someone to interrogate, he learned that the other party was not the southern Yi tribe who had mixed into the territory of Changshan. These young and old men were all scribes and scholars in the southern country, and they gathered in Changshan and met at Huanglongkou, in order to intercept the car of the prince of Lan Lu and show their intention to retain the sage.

After Tianbao revealed the reason, the people in the carriage lifted the curtain and walked out.

The afterglow falls on the horizon, gilding it with brilliant colors.

The Magi dismounted in stirrups and bowed deeply to him.

"You have come all the way to practice for Lan Lu, Lan Lu is grateful, if you don't give up, please go to the palace of Baling, Lan Lu will prepare a banquet, talk freely with you, and return happy." Qu Yi said to all the celebrities, and his eyes fell on a certain place for a while.

"I have received Childe's intentions, but please Childe must listen to our heartfelt words." The long-bearded old man stood out from the Magi and flicked his sleeves.

"Oh! Please speak, sir. Qu Yi lowered his sleeves and listened.

"Childe Mo go further, there are countless jackals, tigers and leopards, how can Childe retreat with his whole body, and he is even more afraid of his life." The old man bowed and was impassioned, "The history books clearly stated, Xia has a faint, Shang has a tyranny, Zhou has a Youwang, and the ancient times take it as a warning, always whipping the kings and ministers of various dynasties, and encountering one or two unteachable kings, I am afraid that he will hurt the innocent, overturn the society, and endanger the people. ”

The old man bowed again, "The son is wise and sensitive, talented and world-famous, and is a famous man who throws pots and songs, and admires and respects us for us, I really shouldn't go to the muddy swamp of Changshan, so that I have dirty white clothes, and I will mistake my son for life, and tear down the humerus of Jin." We will gather in Huanglongkou today to do the things that are advised, and I hope that the son will think twice. ”

"Childe thinks twice."

The loud and loud sound startled the wild birds lurking in the forest.

Qu Yi flicked his sleeves and laughed, his smooth forehead hidden in the orange afterglow. "You have a high opinion of Lan Lu. I don't want to give in, how can the Jin family force me, I am a dust body, my heart is the heart of the landscape, I once boasted that I was a mortal person who did not touch the world, but I was not exempt from vulgarity. ”

"Childe, what do you mean by that?"

The Magi were dumbfounded, this royal marriage that seemed ridiculous to them was accepted by the high-spirited Lan Lu Gongzi.

Everyone was thinking about how to respond, and a still immature female voice came in from behind, "Don't you understand? Childe means that wherever you come from, you will go back. ”

The man laughed, rode his horse alone in the light of the sun, and stopped at two feet away.

Qu Yi glanced at her, twisted his fingers lightly, laughed loudly, and said: "Everyone, please go back, Lan Lu has made up his mind, there is no need to persuade again, everyone has no intention of going together, it is better to say goodbye here, while it is still early, otherwise the jackals, tigers and leopards in Changshan should be haunted." After speaking, he rolled his sleeves and returned to the car.

"Lan Yu Gongzi!"

The convoy pulled out, calmly crossed and left, and disappeared into Huanglongkou. Everyone looked sad and embarrassed. "It's a pity, it's a pity."

Yuan Lingjun knocked on the horsewhip, glared at the man who spoke, and said, "Wouldn't it be a pity that King Changshan is going to marry an old man in his twenties in two or seven years." ”

"Childe has just reached the weak crown, where is the old. Children should not talk nonsense. A young man's eyes were like lightning, and he rebuked loudly.

Yuan Lingjun snorted and turned his horse's head, "I'm not a child, you belittle King Changshan in order to keep your son, I'm very unhappy." She kicked the horse's belly lightly, and the jade-topped black horse walked leisurely.

"Please wait." The old man suddenly spoke, and everyone respectfully gave way.

It can be seen that the old man is highly respected in this group of people, he raised his sleeves, and the few people who wanted to argue immediately fell silent. The old man has a bit of eyesight, he saw that the other party was naïve, but his bearing was unusual, especially the sentence "unhappy", which seemed to be the little daughter's anger, but he smelled a hint of warning and didn't dare to take it lightly, "Little lady." Dare to ask where it comes from? ”

Yuan Lingjun laughed, looked back and glanced at it, "Fellow scribes, the old man has a good eye. The little girl is not talented, the jackal, the tiger and the leopard, and the king of Changshan is the little girl. ”