A dynasty plays nine heavens, and the sunset drops Chaozhou Road eight thousand.

Believe it.

Xu Yougong failed to carry forward his law enforcement concept, he didn't even get the opportunity to enforce the law, as soon as the impeachment of Chunguan Shangshu Li Ruochu entered Luantai, Prime Minister Cen Changqian discussed with Nayan Wu Chenghei, and jointly signed a meeting title, with Xu Yougong's good ability to appease the people and promote the benevolence of the imperial court, please be transferred to the Anxi Protectorate to join the army for the people of Cao, and Huairou Western Turkic newly attached people.

Empress Wu gave permission to exempt Xu Yougong from the gift of His Majesty's resignation, and ordered him to leave immediately without delay, but he didn't even want to see him.

Quan Ce is also on the song, his music still retains the unique style since he took office to serve the imperial history, only praise people not scolding, singing and dancing, singing and praising the world's folk customs, but this time it is shameless, the person who is commended is his close friend, Luoyang Shizi Ge Hui, called its ancient road hot intestines, mellow and upright, solve people's difficulties, do not ask for returns, regard money as dung, four and six, good words do not pour money, the focus is on the last sentence, "Luoyang Shizi Li Min, like a painter is really many, too many to mention, the ancients Yuncang is solid and knows etiquette, Honestly, Luoyang is a lush city, and its people all have the temperament of the people, which can be regarded as the world's surface, and the difference between the past and the past is quite amazing."

It's not like it's a song, it doesn't involve government affairs throughout, it's like a small biography of a character, the Empress Wu reads it with relish, Fengyan Dayue, Luoyang from people to the city, all praised, Luoyang such changes, of course, is the reason why the queen of heaven is stationed, Ze is the reason why the common people are born, the sycophants are silent, the queen of martial arts is transparent and comfortable, and the promotion policy is the middle of the imperial history, which makes up for Xu Yougong's shortcomings.

A total of 23 imperial historians, including the Imperial History Terrace, the Taiwan Academy, the Imperial Palace, and the Imperial Procuratorate, all arrived to meet the new officials.

This young man who has only been on the job for two months, avoids the important and light, never mixes with the case, wanders around the white bones of the Yushitai, and is stunned that the slightest crime has not touched his body, so he relied on some nonsense and nonsense, and suddenly jumped on top of everyone's heads.

Looking at the person again, he still looks unexpectedly reluctant, which is really infuriating.

Even Fu Youyi, who is good at dancing with long sleeves and laughs at everyone, has a little strained on his face, forcibly squeezes out a smiling face, and takes the lead in congratulating, "Congratulations to Quan Zhongcheng, congratulations to Quan Zhongcheng, please take care of me on another day"

"Congratulations to Quan Zhongcheng, congratulations to Quan Zhongcheng" The situation is stronger than people, and the imperial history can only bend down and bow down, and pay homage to the new officials, even Yan Baili, who is accustomed to pretending, has to bow his head.

Who is the most frustrated in the seat, naturally it is Lai Junchen, who drove the wolf at the front door and entered the tiger at the back door, arched his hand, and met Quan Ce Ping, his eyes flickered slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, after the simple salute, he couldn't help but feel evil in his heart, and he vaguely dealt with a few words, and then brushed his sleeves away.

"Colleagues, please allow me to say that the new official of Zhongcheng should be celebrated and celebrated" Fu Youyi was enthusiastic about Zhang Luo, standing beside Quan Ce, his eyebrows fluttered, and he faintly became his spokesperson, "Everyone present, one is counted as one, but it is indispensable, tonight Yishui Painting Boat gathers, Zhongcheng Shao must not throw away a fee"

Quan Ce stood with a smile, silent, his heart was bitter, the sky was pitiful, he really didn't want to be promoted at this time, especially in the Yushitai, although it was very boring to beware of Junchen's open guns and dark arrows, but he was promoted to a thorn in his eye, it was not fun, his eyes swept away, and he swept to Fu Youyi, who was busy on the side, squinted his eyes inexplicably, and then laughed loudly, "Thanks to your colleagues, I will be the host tonight, coincidentally, I heard that there are some new tricks in Yongfeng, such as new tunes and new instruments, If it is really good, you will wave a huge pen like a rafter and advertise it, and if the perception is not good, you will smash the field on the spot."

Everyone laughed loudly and echoed, Fu Youyi understood the intention of Quan Ce, made a hesitant look, and set the tone, "Since it is recommended by Zhongcheng, it must be excellent, and the lower officials have no talents, in order to avoid losing their ugliness, and pondering the draft"

It was another loud laugh, bloody and tear-stained Yushitai, full of happy air.

Yishui painting boat, the old men of the imperial history poured into the nest, other visitors declined, the huge cruise ship, under the red lanterns, the pink red light swayed, the banquet case, wine and delicacies, singing and dancing in the field, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

When they arrived at a ferry, the singing and dancing stopped, the painting boat stopped, the maids who accompanied the wine left, walked to the wall, lit twelve candles on all sides, provoked the wicks, the lights were much brighter, and the ambiguous atmosphere disappeared, and the miserable white and dusky light shrouded the surroundings, full of unlucky atmosphere.

The history of the emperor is unknown, very puzzled, and the atmosphere is a little awkward.

"Hey, this candle is red?" Fu Youyi looked around and looked for another topic, "but it's rare"

Everyone was amazed with this stubble, there was a royal historian who was obviously rich and noble, and had seen this thing, "This candle has an elegant name, called auspicious candle, taking righteousness and auspiciousness, rich and rich, and it is the most suitable for use on the day of great joy."

"It's really a good product, I'm afraid it's very expensive, right?" Youyu Shi is quite excited.

"The light of this room, please cherish it, more than 200 pieces of money and silk, in this bright moon and clear breeze" This royal history is mixed together and makes a hodgepodge.

A lot of imperial history was in an uproar, the future has time to ask, the candle shadow is gone, there is a dark incense attack, twelve delicate and delicate people holding a porcelain thing in their hands, into the field, up and down the body, only wearing a white light yarn, graceful posture looming, each guarding a red candle, hanging his head, putting the porcelain thing in his mouth, whining loudly.

Its voice is low and mellow, quaint and deep, the initial tune is mournful, faint and faint like crying like a complaint, the servant blows and plays, the figure slowly wanders around the red candle, the candlelight flickers on and off, the candlelight reflects through the white veil, the white tender and delicate body is delicate, many imperial history is distracted, feasting the eyes, unbearable, staring at the beads, salivating, ugly.

After a while, the sound of the song gradually high-pitched loop, listening to the ear, although there is no heart-rending feeling, but there is a gloomy and sad pain, everyone in the seat is immersed in the inexplicable love and hatred of the sea, no one looks at the flesh and light anymore, all savor, some amorous, close their eyes and listen, tears meander down.

Where the music ends, the tone gradually decreases, until the aftermath dissipates, and there are thousands of twists and turns, but there are endless words and infinite meanings, as if there is endless sorrow, and there seems to be infinite expectations.

The music stopped for a long time, and the twelve servants quietly retreated, and the venue was still silent, only the candlelight flickered.

I don't know how long it took before an old Yushi beat his chest and sighed, "Old Master Confucius once said, around the beam for three days, the aftermath is endless, today I have to hear this song, three lives are lucky, three lives are lucky."

"This instrument is really not a good thing, it is inspiring, it earns people's tears, its sound is beautiful, but I can't bear to listen to it anymore" The man sighed while rolling up his sleeve to wipe his tears.

"Everyone, listen to me, the one who makes this instrument, the one who composes this song, is Hou Sizhi of Lijingmen" Quan Ce half lay on the couch, and his voice was faint.

"Really? I'm afraid it's a lie."

"But I haven't heard of Hou Yushi having such talent"

Everyone was surprised and questioned that Hou Sizhi's reputation was really bad.

"Since ancient times, touching people, don't be affectionate, this song is called Sansheng Stone, Hou Yushi courted but couldn't, so there is this sad voice" Quan Ce explained slowly, a smile flowed from the corner of his mouth, he privately asked Hou Si to stop dieting, while eating Haisai with fat head and big ears, while being affectionate and righteous, not thinking about tea and rice, too contrasting, easy to fall into the handle.

"I see, love is a word, but the magic is boundless" Fu Youyi's eyes rolled, and he immediately sang praise, "Everyone, don't forget the appointment of the time to come, musical instruments and tunes, pour people's hearts, why not sing and harmonize with poetry and literature, and make a name for it, so that this masterpiece can spread to the world and benefit the world."

The old Yushi nodded again and again, and instructed the maid to serve with pen and ink, "Good and good, those who don't cry when they hear this song, birds and beasts, don't write tonight, the old man's soul is uneasy"

The crowd responded, the thoughts flowed, the chanting was not stopped, the night was up, and the poems and sentences were beautiful.