"Flowing Clouds"

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The leaves are green, and the clothes are dyed with dew.

The courtyard is deep and wants to hide the scenery.

Once young, the spring breeze was smooth.

The flowers are blooming, and the horses are reined.

On the south floor of the moon, it is a dream of riding a horse and whipping a son.

The mountains and rivers are flowing water, and the red sleeves add fragrance.

The brocade screen is half-folded, close to the square pond.

At the beginning of the day, the sun and the moon are dazzling.

The long pavilion is late, and the night is slightly cool.

The wind is fragrant in the dust, and it is 3,000 feet and 100,000 miles long in the pond.

Begonias outside the curtain, foggy hills.

The shadow is sufficient, and the mandarin duck is wrong.

The floating clouds are easy to grow old, and there are eight wildernesses.

Jun is in Canghai, I am in Xiaoxiang.

The clouds cover the thin moon, and it is when to return to the hometown of Sauvignon Blanc.

Chapter 1 The mountain rain is coming and the wind is full of buildings (1)

On March 11 of the fourth year of Baoping, Jinling City on this night was cold to the bone. The walls of the palace that used to be silent are now filled with endless sounds of fighting and cries, and many people have died before they even have time to struggle. The hot blood gathered into a stream and coagulated in the cold wind, turning into the scars of the demon on the intricately patterned white marble pill stone.

Du Jingxun stepped into the Showa Hall step by step, his back straight, the viscous liquid connected a thin line behind him along the hem of the silver military uniform, and he stood in front of the dragon chair, which represented the supreme power of the Nine Dragons Throne was close at hand.

He hooked his lips and smiled, turned to look at the empty hall, and looked at the intricately carved dragon pillar and fell into deep thought.

He remembered that ten days ago, he was still a passionate general of Zhenxi guarding the border, but he did not expect that thousands of miles away in the imperial city of Jinling, there were traitorous ministers who were in cahoots with his daughter who was a favorite concubine, and tried to frame his family in a vain attempt to plot against the imperial power.

How could his father accept such a stigma all his life, when he hit the pillar and died, his two younger brothers were guillotined before the crown, and his first wife, and their first child in the womb, he heard the bad news before he could see them, and when he was forced to have no way out, life and death were only a thought. He wants to justify his Zhongyi Marquis Mansion! For his parents, brothers, wives and children, he stabbed traitors, raised troops, and seized the throne.

Impose on him the hat of rebellion, and he will bring it with dignity.

"General, Meng Zecheng has found it." The adjutant general's voice called back his thoughts, and he looked at Emperor Meng Zecheng of Ming Huan, who had messy hair and only wore a bright yellow shirt.

"Traitor! Rebel! Presumptuous, let me go! Meng Zecheng's face was hideous, and his eyes were blood-red.

Du Jingxun pulled out the sword at his waist, and caught a glimpse of the fear in Meng Zecheng's eyes at the moment when he drew the sword, "Ho, I'm a traitor?" My Du family has been loyal and good for generations, and in the second year of Baoping, the emperor gave my family the four words "public loyalty to the country", and it took only two years to become a traitor? My great-grandfather blocked 14 cold arrows for Emperor Taizu's birth and death in exchange for a hereditary loyal marquis with no name and power, your Meng family is really ruthless! Emperor! When you dream back at midnight, Queen Ryan didn't come into your dream once? That's right, my aunt must never want to see you again, the second prince and the fourth prince were poisoned to death in swaddling clothes by Concubine Rong before the full moon, those are your own sons, poor my aunt was full of grief and anger, and died of anger! Have you ever thought that among your nine sons, in addition to the eldest prince who has already left the palace and built the mansion, and the sixth prince and the seventh prince who came out of Concubine Rong, which one can live past the age of three, this is retribution, your favorite woman killed your sons, this is all you Meng Zecheng deserves! ”

"Shut up! Shut up! Meng Zecheng was like a dying beast at the moment.

"I heard that Qi Yu found you in Liuhua Palace? Concubine Rong Niangniang is really worthy of three thousand favors, but the minister has not yet thought about how to let her die to make up for the evil she has done for so many years, I know that there is a mass grave thirty miles away from the outskirts of the city, and the vicious dogs wandering in it are comparable to tigers and wolves, eating carrion all year round, drinking human blood, as if they can't eat fresh meat for many years, so I will send Concubine Rong to them. Du Jingxun even smiled at the end, but the smile was particularly gloomy on the blood-stained face. Meng Zecheng's struggle and roar, in his opinion, that face with that bright yellow color is particularly dazzling.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, the minister here will give you a generous gift at the end." Qi Yu, go and bring things up. Du Jingxun ignored Meng Zecheng's posture of almost wanting to tear and chew him, and turned around and ordered the deputy general.

"General, you're ready to wait outside, so let's bring it in and let our Emperor Majesty open his eyes!" Qi Yu had a sarcastic smile in his eyes, and he clapped his hands three times outside the door.

A group of soldiers came in outside the door, each holding a wooden plate in his hand, with something on it, covered with a black cloth, standing in front of Meng Zecheng and removing the black cloth, the wooden plate was actually a bloody heart, Meng Zecheng only glanced at it and couldn't help but bow down and vomit, Du Jingxun stepped forward and pulled his hair, forcing him to look directly at those, Du Jingxun slowly leaned into his ear, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, don't you want to know most about whether the people of this world are loyal to you?" The minister will take a look at you to see if those princes and princes are loyal to Your Majesty, and you can take a look! Meng Zecheng reacted at this time, it was clearly dug up from all his sons and siblings, he looked at the bloody mass on the plate, his expression was frozen in horror, and the mottled blood stains on his face were not terrifying.

"Ah!! Du Jingxun!! You don't have to die well, you rebel and thief!! You don't have to die well! Meng Zecheng seemed to have been hit hard, and howled loudly, trying to break free from the restraint.

"It's not your turn to die if I'm good or not! Open your eyes wide, from now on, this country will be mine, and I will send you to meet under the Yellow Spring of the Meng family. "After that, Du Jingxun's Jiuli sword has already entered Meng Zecheng's heart, and the person under the sword has fallen before he has time to make a sound, and he will not be able to look away.

He put the sword into the scabbard, turned around and sat on the throne of the Nine Dragons, Qi Yu took the lead in kneeling, and the rest of the soldiers also knelt down one after another, three shouts of long live, in this deafening shout, Du Jingxun had a moment of distraction, the picture of the past hurried by, this recorded in the history books for future generations to talk about the "change of the Showa Palace" came to an end, and from now on, this thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, changed the surname to Du.

Qingluo Mountain, Mingyun Garden, surrounded by bamboo forests.

In the Jude Hall, if there is no sandalwood wafting out, there is a middle-aged man who is meditating, time seems to stand still, after a while, a child about six or seven years old opened the door and came in, carefully walked to the middle-aged man and sat cross-legged, there was no sound in the room for a while, only the stars in the incense burner can prove the flow of time.

Suddenly, there was a fierce knock on the door outside, so abrupt in the silence of the night. The middle-aged man only frowned slightly but did not move, and the little boy glanced at the master thoughtfully.

When the last bit of incense was finally extinguished, he opened his eyes, and the sound outside remained unabated.

"Shengyun, go open the door."

"Yes, Master."

Sheng Yun opened the door, but was startled by the old man covered in blood in front of the door, the old man was the usual dress of a big family in the city, shortness of breath, holding a swaddling cloth tightly in his hand, seeing someone open the door and asking, "Mr. Mingshan is here?" Mu Shengyun nodded: "What is the matter with my husband?" But the old man threw himself to his knees.

Sheng Yun was frightened, he had never seen this battle, and he turned around to go back to find the master but found that the master was already standing behind him. He stood sideways.

The old man hurriedly climbed a few steps forward, and bowed deeply again, "Ask Mr. Changfeng to save my family!" ”

Heaven and earth rise and fall, and the long wind rolls up and down. Everyone said that Mr. Changfeng is like an immortal walking outside the world, his whereabouts are secretive, and he has nothing to do with the world, but he knows the affairs of the world.

"Du Jing patrolled the rebellion, the Anyang Mansion could not escape, the princess ordered the old slave to escape from the secret passage and send the prince to Qingluo Mountain, begging Mr. Changfeng to save my life in the Anyang Palace!"

"I don't care about the world anymore, what does the change of dynasty have to do with me? I don't know the king of Anyang, life and death are fate, and I can't force it. Let's go. Shengyun, send off. ”