Chapter 1: White Rainbow (Part I)

The spring sun shines from the west, shining through the glazed panes of Qibao on the white ivory bed, staining the same white curtain in a colorful color.

This big bed was given by his brother Yang Guozhong. Reward Yang Yuyao for his running and supporting efforts in the process of ascending to the phase. It is said to cost as much gold as the bed! As for how much water was injected into the middle of this offer, Yang Yuyao didn't bother to guess. Are there many men in the officialdom who speak reliably? Lying has become a habit, deceiving the top, deceiving the bottom, and when it comes to facing your own family, you can't change it. If you say that one is ten, you can still be considered loyal, and only by fabricating what you don't have out of thin air can you show your true ability!

Although her heart was full of disgust, Yang Yuyao still ordered someone to carry the large ivory bed into her room. What Yang Guozhong sent, don't take it for nothing. Anyway, his money is not obtained from the right path, and spending it for them is equivalent to doing the right thing for heaven. For other officials who were sent to the door to be slaughtered, Mrs. Yu Guo usually treated them equally, or treated them better. It is one of the great pleasures of life to give a small favor, to extort a large sum of money from them, and then to see the way the corners of their eyes twitch with pain. Compared with driving a silver carriage on Chang'an Avenue quickly, seeing the appearance of those small people hiding on the side of the road and daring to be angry and dare not speak out, it makes people feel much more comfortable and happy.

At this moment, almost all the luxurious furnishings in the bedroom are obtained in this way. Almost every piece in the world is enough to buy a small grange. However, Yang Yuyao can no longer remember the names and surnames of the original owners of most of the items. It's just a play on the spot, and after the end of the song, people will disperse, and those who will never forget each other in their hearts are the real fools!

There is only one exception for gifts. The only one in the whole room. It was an extremely ordinary long sword, and it was lying next to Yang Yuyao's pillow at the moment. Grey fluttering sharkskin sheath, misty mahogany handles. The two stone stumbling blocks hanging from the scabbard had already been polished to a shiny shape, and they could not distinguish their original shapes at all. The rope fastened into the stone stumbling was simpler, neither wrapped in gold thread nor braided with silver wire, but only an old cowhide string, which had to be re-tied in the middle because it was about to break with the passing days.

A dead knot that can't be untied. Yang Yuyao had imagined countless times that she would take this sword to find its owner. But he gave up again and again. Lei Wanchun is a world-famous hero, and his conduct and ambition are like a white crane flying in the clear sky. And Yang Yuyao herself is the sister of the treacherous minister, the concubine of His Majesty the Emperor, and the former forbidden concubine of the sixth prince. The world's first water-based poplar **!

If a sword is stained with rust, can it still be as sharp as ever? If a white crane is locked in a cage, can it still have the ability to fly? Turning over, slowly pulling the sword out of its sheath, Yang Yuyao gently stroked the cold and sharp frost blade. A few beads of blood immediately seeped out from between his fingers, slowly sliding across the blade, covering a few old bits of crimson.

The wound was shallow, so she didn't feel pain. Instead, there was a long-lost feeling, surging from the tips of her fingers and slowly spreading throughout her body. It was a feeling of being alive, as strong as wine. Slowly, Yang Yuyao held her breath, put her legs together, her arms trembled, her body tensed, and her slender waist began to twitch one by one.

She knew she was alive, like a normal woman. Rather than a sculpture wrapped in silk and covered in gold, silver, and precious stones. She is a woman of flesh and blood, not a piece of goods, and the highest price gets it. Although almost every once in a while, she has to sell herself to a different man.

The only exception is the owner of the sword. Since the first meeting, Lei Wanchun has not treated her as a cargo. She knew, and so, she would rather send someone to return the sword to him. The cold words drove him away and drove him out of his brother's sight, so that he would not completely fall into the filth of Chang'an City.

But five days later, one morning, the sword hung in front of her bedroom door. She was drunk that night, so she didn't know when he came and when he left. In a daze, I only faintly heard a familiar sigh. I missed it completely.

The subordinates didn't see him, and the guards who claimed to be first-class masters were even piled up of puppet stalks. However, if she was awakened at that time, Yang Yuyao didn't know whether she had the courage to open her eyes!

The only thing she knew afterwards was that a certain villain, who had tormented her for two years, had been stabbed to death with a sword that night. The feces and urine flowed into the crotch of his pants, and the death was extremely filthy. As a royal family with the direct blood of Taizong, the death of the sixth prince made the entire Jingshi chickens fly and dogs jump. Jingzhao Yin Yamen promised a reward of 10,000 gold for this, and countless officials in charge of public security in Beijing were also smashed, and the sick former prime minister Li Linfu even overworked and died of fear. However, the Assassin never reappeared, like dew falling from the sky. No one could guess who he was, and no one knew who he was instructed to do. Only Yang Yuyao is an exception. From that day on, he hid the sword next to his pillow and guarded it every night so that he could sleep peacefully.

He owes her a favor and pays it back in his own way. So go without worry. However, she knew that a certain part of her soul was also taken away by him at the same time, and he wandered the world with him in a place that he couldn't feel. The one who left was a clean and good woman, and at this moment, the one who stayed in Chang'an, lying on the ivory bed, was just a shell that was on the verge of decay!

In the days without him, she comforted this body in her own way, so as to forget the coldness and gloom of reality. As the convulsions of her waist and limbs, the blood in her body became hotter and hotter, and Yang Yuyao probed her other hand to a wet position, letting the flames of her fingertips ignite and hide in the depths of her soul. In an instant, a bolt of lightning split through the darkness and illuminated his figure in his memory, strong, burly, like a rock that could shield him from all wind and rain. At this moment, his figure crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, opened his arms, hugged her soul tightly, and crushed it, but made her happy. She didn't want to struggle, preferring to suffocate in his arms. However, the body in reality twitched tighter at this moment, and a suppressed ** erupted from the throat.

It's very light, but the little maid Xiangyin who is waiting outside has already noticed it. He sighed, undressed himself, and walked in slowly. Trained before she was sold into the mansion of the Lady of the Kingdom, she knew how to please men as well as women. Although there are not many opportunities for practice, it is better in technical majors.

A pair of delicate red lips kissed Yang Yuyao's collarbone exposed outside the quilt. She quickly pulled her arms out and grabbed the neck of the little maid Xiangyin heavily. In the closed eyes, Lei Wanchun's figure suddenly became more real. Every stroke is vivid. In the invisible reality, the red lips continued to probe down from her collarbone, kissed the two points of red on her chest, kissed the faint curve of her lower abdomen, and finally stayed where the flames burned most violently.

Then she leaned down and pressed the head of the little maid Xiangyin, and she was intoxicated with the other party, and let out a sharp cry together, and floated into a broken dream together, and was drunk for a long time.

By the time another personal maid brought in the supper, it was already three o'clock in the unitary hour. The master and servant of the Lady of the Kingdom of Yu refreshed and dressed up, and then, as if nothing had happened, while eating, began to plan the details of how to squeeze the prey tonight. Since beating her brother Yang Guozhong as the prime minister, her tasks have become even heavier. Although in the entire Jingshi, except for the insatiable Li Sanlang, there is no second person who dares to take the initiative to hit her. However, in order to make Yang Guozhong's position more stable, she needs to appear at various banquets from time to time, even if everyone is anxious but can't eat, but also to consolidate the relationship between the Yang family and other powerful families. (Note 1)

Alliances are strongest when they are mutually useful. As a beauty with the name of captivating the country and the city, Yang Yuyao's appearance can often speed up the entire bargaining process, and let the Yang family make a steady profit. Of course, this also requires a certain amount of skill, however, for her who has already seen everything, she can not only cope with it easily every time, but also earn a lot of things for herself by the way.

The host of tonight's banquet is called Jia Chang, who is known for his extensive travel and well-informed. In Yang Guozhong's "battle" against Li Linfu, the information provided by this person was of great merit. What makes Yang Guozhong even more interested is that this person knows how to advance and retreat very well, and never asks for a price. After Li Linfu was ordered by the emperor to dig up the grave and whip the corpse, he didn't immediately come forward to ask for merit and receive the reward. Instead, he respectfully stepped aside, and it wasn't until Yang Guozhong remembered him that he begged for a distant brother in the clan for a real lack of children in a certain county in Lingnan.

This kind of errand is similar to exile for Jingshi officials, and Yang Guozhong has a lot in his hand. So he casually pointed to a fairly wealthy place and sent Jia Chang's younger brother to be the county magistrate.

Rewarding high merit should not be the prime minister's style of doing things. What's more, Jia Chang also has a certain status in the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor with his ability to train cockfighting. A few days later, Yang Guozhong himself felt very sorry again, and promised Jia Chang again that he was going to transfer his younger brother to the vicinity of Luoyang to make up for the assassination of Yizhou. However, Jia Chang refused with a smile. "My brother has entered Beijing three times in a row, but he didn't even pass the Jinshi exam. It's already an exception to be a county order, and if I do a history of assassination, I'm afraid that it will spread and affect the reputation of the country's loyal duke. After all, this is the time when you've just taken over a mess and need to make something practical. Jia's little selfishness, no matter what, he has to put it to the side first! ”

"Achievement?" Yang Guozhong's face at that time was as if he had just woken up in his sleep, full of confusion and confusion.

"Doesn't Guozhong Gong want to be famous in history? Since ancient times, who has been a prime minister and does not want to be admired by thousands of people? Jia Chang took half a step back at that time and asked with a smile. The shadow that was nearly half shorter than Yang Guozhong was pulled by the candlelight in an instant.

Note 1: Li Sanlang, Li Longji's small print.