Northern Barbarians

At this time, the Beiban was already under heavy snowfall, and there was thick snow everywhere, and it was white.

In a warm pavilion near the Imperial Garden in the Beiban Imperial Palace, two people were sitting together playing chess. One person wears a grizzly bear, and the treated big is embroidered with gold thread, which is particularly exquisite and luxurious. He is rugged and mighty, nearly fifty years old, with a neatly trimmed mustache and slender eyes.

The other person wears a sable fur cloak, with a simple style, lined with a green shirt inside, revealing a leisurely freehand style. Nearly forty years old, trimmed eyebrows, big eyes, but full of righteousness. In addition, he is leisurely and comfortable, but he has a bit of a celebrity and romantic demeanor. The only pity is that his hair is black and white, and he has early blooming hair, which makes him a few years older.

"Slap" The man slapped a sunspot on the chessboard, the man in the cloak smiled slightly, also made a shot, raised his eyes and smiled, "Your Majesty, you lost." ”

The Northern Barbarian Emperor laughed, flicked the chess pieces on the table with his sleeve, disrupted all the chess pieces, and said loudly: "Mr. Mu is Mr. Mu, I have been learning things for decades, just to sharpen my impatient temperament." But even so, I have been immersed in chess for decades, but I still can't play Mr. Mu, and sure enough, this thing still needs talent. ”

Mr. Mu frowned slightly when the Northern Barbarian Emperor messed up the chess pieces, but quickly regained his composure, and said with a light smile: "The minister is also lucky to win a son." ”

"Sir doesn't have to be modest, I know it." The Northern Barbarian Emperor stood up and turned to look in one direction, and there was a country in that direction. It's called Dongqi.

He put his hands behind his back, his eyes revealing deep longing and ambition, "Sir, do you think the news from Jeddah is credible?" ”

Mr. Mu also stood up, standing side by side with the Northern Barbarian Emperor, and also looked in that direction, but his eyes flashed with nostalgia, longing and hatred, and he said lightly: "Jida can't lie, he was taught by his ministers." If this is true. He'd definitely find a way to get that artifact back. And according to Jeddah's speculation. He felt that the Great Qi Emperor could pray for rain, and all he relied on was that holy relic. If that holy relic is returned to our Beiban, then the emperor who can pray for rain is only you, the emperor. ”

"That's very good." The Beiban Emperor was happy, "The first three seasons of our Beiban have always been dry and rainless. If it weren't for the snow in winter. Our Beiban can't continue. So please see, sir. These white and thick snow are the holy snow, and they are the hope of our Northern Barbarians! If only you could have that holy thing. In times of drought, pray for rain at any time, then we will have more hope in the Beiban. Jeddah has done a great job, and of course I will not forget the credit of my husband. ”

Mr. Mu smiled, "The credit or something, the minister doesn't care." As long as the emperor remembers what he promised his minister, the minister will be satisfied. ”

The Northern Barbarian Emperor's eyes lit up, and he quickly laughed, "Sir, don't worry, I have all in mind, and what Mr. wants is what I want." Dongqi will one day perish in my hands. This is not only my long-cherished wish, but also the long-cherished wish of the emperors of the Northern Barbarians. ”

Liang dynasty

A young man in a bright yellow dragon robe was painting with a pen, and as the tip of his pen swam, a picture of a beautiful woman slowly appeared in front of everyone. The beauty in red, who was a model, said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, are you okay?" The concubine is so tired! ”

"It's soon, it's almost over, Concubine Ai will endure it again." Emperor Nanliang casually comforted his concubine, the fanaticism exuded all over his body, and the heat shown in his eyes to this painting, it can be seen that he likes the painting in front of him more than the concubine who is still a model.

Soon, he received the last stroke, the finishing touch, the so-called finishing touch, this stroke, the beauty on the painting will live. The red-clothed beauty had already gotten up and came to her side at some point, looking at the painting on the table, her eyes showed joy, and she said delicately: "Your Majesty, is this painting for a concubine?" ”

Emperor Nanliang smiled, his smile was bright and sunny, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, "I appreciate the concubine." "He just enjoyed the process of painting, and as for the finished paintings, he usually just threw them away, and the eunuch with the pen cleaned them up. Now that the concubine has something to ask for, of course, she has to satisfy the beauty first.

Emperor Nanliang had a quarrel with this red-clothed beauty for a while, and it wasn't until someone outside asked to see him that he sent people away and invited someone in. By this time, the house had been cleaned up, but the smell of paint was still in the air.

A handsome man in a snow-blue fox fur cloak walked in from outside, and when the visitor entered the door, he twitched his nose slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He took off the cloak on his body and handed it to the eunuch next to him, revealing a silver dark flower brocade robe of the same color as the cloak.

Emperor Nanliang saluted, and the monarch sat down. Emperor Nanliang picked up the tea and took a sip, "Why are you here at this time?" Aren't you supposed to be busy dealing with me at this time? ”

The handsome man's face was a little solemn, "The minister received a piece of news, which was very shocking, so he came over to tell the emperor." ”

Emperor Nanliang glanced at his trusted courtier, the current head of the Kong family, Peacock Ming, who was only twenty-five years old, and there was a deep crease in the center of his eyebrows, and he seemed to be always bothered by things, frowning, leaving this deep crease.

Emperor Nanliang couldn't help but ask himself, could it be that he usually threw too many tasks to Peacock Ming? So he was so worried that his eyebrows were wrinkled? This made him feel a little guilty in his heart, but he quickly disappeared without a trace, after all, he felt that he had given enough, Peacock Ming couldn't think about it, he liked to frown, but it had nothing to do with him.

"What's the news? Even you find it appalling, so I'm going to hear it. ”

"I heard that the Son of Heaven of Dongqi can fly to the sky, and he has holy relics that can pray for rain." Peacock Ming's eyes are all entangled, I don't know whether it is to entangle the Son of Heaven of Dongqi has such great ability, or to entangle Nanliang to be in trouble, Emperor Nanliang thought absentmindedly, but what does this have to do with him! All he had to do was paint.

Emperor Nanliang waved his hand, "What kind of big deal is this, when I dreamed, I dreamed that I flew into the sky!" As for praying for rain, there has always been a tradition, and there is nothing unusual. He let out a long yawn, "I've been painting for a day, I'm so tired, I'm going to take a break, Aiqing can take care of himself!" Saying that, Shi Shiran left.

Leaving Peacock Ming to smile bitterly and shake his head, he resigned himself to summoning people to discuss the matter.

West Tang

"Don't run, wait for me to get you." The five-year-old Tuanzi, who was wearing a bright yellow scarf and a bright yellow dragon robe with a bright yellow scarf on his eyes, was parting a pair of small fat hands, waving wildly as he walked, trying to catch the little eunuchs who were hiding his playmates. (To be continued.) )

PS: Right fingers, January is almost over again, do you still have a monthly pass in your pocket? Cast one for the raindrops! (づ￣3￣)づ