On a midsummer night, the sky over Bianliang City was cloudy, and the air was filled with heat waves.

In the right sentry camp, only Wei Ning was left among the four major eunuchs, and he and Chen Shou were both shirtless and drinking outside the big tent.

"Brother Shou, your wine is really good, remember to leave me two bottles." Wei Ning said with a tongue.

Chen Shou still had to go to Yanqing Temple, so he left some amount and didn't let go of drinking.

"Don't worry, godfather, this thing was made by a child under my hands, others are not easy to buy, and godfather can drink as much as he wants."

Wei Ning smiled very happily, as he got old, he regained some of the feeling he had when he was young.

Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind, with a hint of moist coolness, Wei Ning was blown by the wind, half woke up from the wine, and said in his throat: "Isn't it going to rain?" ”

Chen Shou also felt the same way, got up and clapped his hands, and said, "Without further ado, I'll leave." ”

Now that Yao Baobao is in Bianliang City, arresting Chen Shou, he himself does not dare to go out alone.

Wei Ning carried a wine jug and led a team of soldiers and horses to escort him to Yanqing Temple on the outskirts of the city. Chen Shou's equestrian skills are not proficient, and he has always been in charge of a battalion in Liangzhou, and he has always taken a donkey cart.

Wei Ning stretched out his hand and dragged him onto the horse, and the two of them shared a horse.

Bianliang is a city that never sleeps, and there is no curfew after dark, but it is more lively.

Especially in front of the royal street, the lights are bright, the paper is drunk and golden, and the traffic is busy. Countless lanterns on the Bianhe River hang high, and the aroma of orchestral silk bamboo and fat powder lingers secretly.

Chen Shou walked from the horse, looking at the flowers, feeling the wealth of this city.

Everyone's peace of mind is enjoyable, regardless of the north and south, I heard that the Southern Tang is even more excessive than this.

Hangzhou City, the capital of the Southern Tang Dynasty, is the fire cooking oil, the flowers are brocade, the love of children is long, and the heroes are short of breath.

The north and south of the Yangtze River, the two empires, seem to have forgotten that the Han family in the Central Plains was a unified dynasty.

Click~ Two thunderbolts, exploding in the sky, greater than pouring down.

Wei Ning urged his subordinates to whip their horses quickly, and Chen Shou also felt that the horses under his crotch were running faster and faster, stepping on the bluestone slabs of the street, making a clattering sound.

After a while, everyone arrived at Yanqing Temple, and in the rainy night, Chen Shou had no time to look at this Taoist temple, but he felt that the mountain gate was a little dilapidated.

A few Taoist priests at the door were waiting early, and the gate was always open.

Chen Shou nodded secretly in his heart, he came to Yanqingguan by himself, and they also had hope in their hearts.

Both parties have a common demand, which is to be promoted, so it is best to hit it off.

Entering the temple, Wei Ning patted his horse, "I won't go in, you take my son to talk, what he said is what I said." ”

The three Taoist priests led Chen Shou to a wooden house lit with candles.

There were two old men sitting in the room, and when the door opened, they stood up.

Chen Shou twisted his clothes, hugged his fists and said, "The Taoist chief must be the master of Yanqing." ”

"Poor Dao Zhang Hongjiu is the master here." The Taoist priest in the center nodded, stretched out his hand and motioned for Chen Shou to sit down. There were two Taoist children in the side room, bringing a clean and tidy Taoist robe and a handkerchief, Chen Shou did not shy away from it, dried his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the futon after changing.

After settling down, the old Taoist Zhang Hongjiu also sat down, and the other Taoist priests stood behind him.

......

About an hour later, it was already early in the morning, and the storm had just stopped.

Chen Shou stood up, clapped his hands and smiled: "It's not too early, it's time for the juniors to leave." ”

Zhang Hongjiu also smiled: "Captain walk slowly, the road is slippery in the rain, take care of your body." ”

Chen Shou looked at the old Taoist priest, his eyes were shining, and he didn't feel tired after talking for an hour, but became more and more energetic.

As Chen Shou estimated before, the two sides hit it off, and after the matter is completed, they each get what they need.

Chen Shou pointed to himself, then to Zhang Hongjiu, and said loudly: "Dao Chief, I hope you and I will cooperate sincerely, and don't forget your original intention." ”

"Don't worry, Captain."

Zhang Hongjiu only said these four words, which meant a lot.

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Thunderstorms come and go fast.

In the palace, the young concubine looked at Zhao Fu sleeping beside her, her expression was a little frightened.

Your Majesty's expression was painful and hideous, and his hands were grasping his arms uneasily, and the pain on his delicate arms was painful, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of waking His Majesty up.

At this time, in Zhao Fu's dream, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and he was still a young prince.

At that time, my father's governance was unreasonable, and he sat back and watched the states divide and fight, and his most beloved eldest brother, who was also the prince of Daqi, led the army to break the formation, killed and conquered for decades, and finally put down the rebellions in various places.

The crown prince was still looking at the day, heroic and brilliant, attracting cheers from all over the city, at the top of the crowd, he jumped and shouted happily, pointing at the eldest brother to look up at his father, but his father's eyes were so terrible, and the vicious gaze he showed had been around the young Zhao Fu's heart for so many years.

The prestige of the crown prince was too high, which aroused the jealousy of his father, and finally concocted a trumped-up witch crime to behead the prince.

The generals supported the prince, led the troops to rebel, entered the palace, and successfully rescued the eldest brother.

All the princes hid in the main hall and looked at the eldest brother outside the hall. The father sat on the dragon chair.

"The heart of the army is in the East Palace, may the Son of Heaven let me!" A young military general knelt on the ground and clenched his fists.

"My son, are you going to murder your father?"

"Father... The emperor would rather die than do anything disloyal or unfilial. The prince burst into tears and raised his knife to kill himself.

"Wu'er...... My son...... "The father and the emperor were in tears, and their hearts were unspeakable.

The iron cavalry flew sideways, the arrows covered the sky, the forbidden army who rescued the driver was killed, and all the soldiers who followed the prince were killed.

They followed the wrong master, and they died unjustly, the Zhao family is noble, and how many are not cold?

After the palace change, the government and the opposition carried out a major purge, and Zhao Fu was also made the crown prince because he was the queen's concubine, and succeeded to the throne smoothly until now.

"Dreaming of juvenile ...... in the middle of the night"

Suddenly waking up, Zhao Fu held his forehead and sighed. After seeing the concubine beside him clearly, Zhao Fu said with rare concern: "Scared you?" ”

"No, Your Majesty is fine."

Zhao Fu laughed, he babbled about the past, and fell asleep again after a while.

He became the emperor himself and gave birth to the crown prince, and the prince became more and more excellent, both civil and military, and his prestige was growing.

Zhao Fu, who always had a thorn in his heart, often felt panicked, and he was afraid that the past of that night would repeat itself on him.

For so many years, everyone said that it was Wu Guifei who suppressed the prince, but Zhao Fu knew best in his heart that Wu Guifei had this ability.

Fortunately, the prince is getting more and more depressed, and his health is getting worse and worse, and he is slowly relieved.

The snoring gradually sounded, but Concubine Shu still didn't dare to close her eyes, everyone understood that His Majesty was old, but he was extremely suspicious.

Serving him to sleep is a tiring job, and you must not fall asleep first.

The next day, early in the morning.

The news that His Majesty woke up in the middle of the night, was restless, and dreamed less reached Yue Xiang's ears one level at a time.

In the left sentry camp, a young man was ready to treat him for this disease.