Liu Fei, the king of Jiangdu, did not take the words of the emperor and the queen mother too seriously. Over the years, has he done less evil? Even if it is a big disaster, it is not impossible to solve it in the end.

He actually knows better than anyone else in his heart that as a descendant of Emperor Gaozu's same ancestry, as long as he is consistent with Weiyang Palace in the world's major politics and does not offend the majesty of His Majesty the Emperor, then even if he makes any mistakes in other things, it is not a big deal.

The laws of the empire, which are all used to regulate the people of the world, can be imposed on the descendants of the royal family? The monarch is the king, and the minister is the minister, this is a boundary that can never be crossed.

The king of Jiangdu did not immediately "get out" of Chang'an and return to Jiangdu according to the emperor's words, because he still had a lot of unfinished business to do.

This temporary night attack on the Changle Marquis Mansion made him suddenly discover the importance of having another kind of power, that is, the secret power composed of masters and rangers in the rivers and lakes. By using these people, we can achieve many goals that cannot be achieved above board, and accomplish many things that are difficult to achieve by normal means. King Jiangdu felt that he lacked such a force in his hands, and it was necessary to recruit him well.

Although this time, because of the emperor's last-minute move, the final goal was not achieved, and the earnest expectations of some eyes in the palace were not completed, which was a pity, but it was also a bad breath to burn Yuanzhao's Changle Marquis Mansion.

As for how the emperor settled this matter, King Jiangdu didn't have to worry about it. Anyway, everything has been done, what can Yuan Zhao do when he comes back? If he dares to make trouble on the premise that the emperor has already made his attitude clear, it will be self-defeating! No matter how great his ability is, there will be no place for him in this big world.

It was with such an attitude that Liu Fei, the king of Jiangdu, who was severely reprimanded by the emperor, not only did not restrain him, but secretly contacted several forces that helped this time, telling them that before he left Chang'an, he would convene a celebration in the palace in the city to get acquainted with everyone.

Although he knew that among these people, the origins might be complicated, but he didn't mind. Although King Jiangdu likes to dance with knives and sticks, when he was a child in the palace, he also read books with him for a few days. If you want to talk about the people he admires the most, it is the four sons of the Warring States.

The Four Princes of the Warring States, Zhao Zhipingyuan, Chu Zhichun Shen, Qi Zhi Meng Wei, Wei Zhi Xinling also! They are all famous for their thousands of monks. In the depths of King Jiangdu's heart, since he has no hope of being an emperor in this life, he may be able to exert his greatest power as a figure like the fourth prince of the Warring States.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and there is no distinction between wisdom and stupidity, nor between high and low intelligence. Since King Jiangdu has such an idea, of course he must do it in this direction. There are hundreds of such powerful "taxis" under his nose, why don't you want to find a way to collect them into your own hands?

The fire of the Marquis of Changle Mansion has long been extinguished, and there is still green smoke on the rubble, and people with different intentions have passed by since then, and although the meaning of the vision is different when they throw themselves into this once majestic mansion, they probably also understand in their hearts that this fire that caused a sensation in Chang'an may be extinguished when it is extinguished, and there will be no more accidents.

The new mansion given by His Majesty the Emperor is even more majestic and tall, and it is at the most prosperous end of Suzaku Street. When the little marquis of the Northern Expedition returns in triumph soon, he will step through the door of that new mansion to welcome even more glorious glory! As for this old land, which has been reduced to rubble, it may become a temporary foothold for his past, and he will not look at it again.

I heard that when the fire broke out, although the guards in the mansion tried their best to cover the retreat, there were still many people who did not escape, some of them were killed by unknown people, and some of them were desperately trying to rescue some of the things that the owner of the mansion loved...... In the end, they all died in the fire.

Of course, many of these things are just legends, and no one has come out to confirm them, and there is no way to confirm them. The dead are dead, and the soul may still linger in the sky above this ruin, or it may have dissipated with the green smoke. The living, with grief and pain in their hearts, and perhaps loss and despair, are it worth waiting for ...... days when they don't know but have a sea of blood and hatred?

Chang'an snow, night without stopping, fluttering and sprinkling, endless! Yushu Qiongzhi, towering palaces, and wealthy mansions have all become the glass world. A few singing and dancing, a few prosperous feasts, and how many are self-satisfied! How many dark night lamentations!

The rubble pile after the fire was still very hot, and the snowflakes melted away immediately after falling on this area, and did not form snow. Under half of the wall, the high bluestone steps of the Hou Mansion were still intact, and in the cold snow light, the light of a few candles was faint, and someone set fire to the sacrificial object, and the firelight illuminated the face of an ordinary-looking young man, and then a low voice began to sound.

“…… Daddy, today is your 60th birthday, and I was supposed to celebrate it for you. Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhang have long wanted to have a good drink with you...... Why can't you wait for two or three days? …… This pot of wine, after the little marquis rewarded that time, you have not been willing to drink it, your son brought it to you, you and Uncle Wang will drink it over there......! ”

The wine made in the suburbs of Qing, this pot is the best. The man named Xiao Wu slowly fell on the snow, and the aroma of wine immediately spread in the air around him, which was very strong.

"Daddy, my son wants to avenge you too! But I can't find everyone, and I don't know what to do...... I heard that this incident was done by the princes we couldn't afford to provoke. Alas! Presumably, when the little marquis comes back, it will be very difficult, right? What's more, the son has already heard that today, the son has already knighted the little marquis...... Daddy, I am afraid that there is no one who will seek justice for us anymore because of the enmity between you and Uncle Wang and Uncle Zhang, twenty or thirty people! ”

The snowy night is cold, there are few people from far and near, this nearest place of right and wrong is not passed, in the voice of grievance and hatred, the surroundings are silent, it seems that there are really passing spirits stopping to listen. After a while, Xiao Wu calmed down the emotions in his heart.

"I'm afraid it's useless to talk about that now. What is not prosperous, in this world, it is so unfair! When you get there, you can be considered liberated...... Oh, Daddy, this is the piece of Peiyu that you desperately rescued that night, you said that the little marquis likes this piece of jade from the south very much, and it has been polished and made for so long, and you can give it to him when he comes back...... My son has been with me for the past few days since he escaped. But now that I think about it, even if the little marquis comes back, he may not see him again, and there may already be a more clever jade master in his new mansion...... So, let's let this piece of jade go back to where it was to stay! ”

A piece of jade with a sparkling warm luster was in his palm, and although it had not yet been decorated, it could be seen that it was a fine piece of jade. Xiao Wu and his father are both jade craftsmen in the Changle Hou Mansion, and they can be regarded as craftsmen. They were originally South Vietnamese, but later came to Chang'an, and by chance they were included in the mansion of the Marquis of Changle. In the past few years, they, like everyone in the house, are very fond of the easy-going little marquis who has no master.

When the fire broke out that night, his father Lao Wu could have escaped, but he was thinking about the jade pendant that he was about to make for Changle Hou, and when he ran back to get it, he met the pursuer. He knew that there was no hope of escaping, so he threw this piece of jade to Xiao Wu, who had escaped from the mansion under the protection of the guards of the Hou Mansion, and shouted loudly, telling him to hand it over to the little Hou Ye Yuanzhao, and then he was hacked to death with a knife in the local area. Then the fire engulfed there, and no one had a chance to escape.

Thinking of the situation at that time, Xiao Wu felt infinite sadness in his heart, after he finished paying tribute here tonight, he had already planned to leave the sad land of Chang'an, go around to find another way to make a living, and never come again.

The father who is buried under the ruins in front of him must understand his plight, right? After Xiao Wu lay on the ground and kowtowed a few times, he stood up, raised his arm, and the piece of beautiful jade in his palm fell into the darkness, dust to dust, dust to dust, and he would not take anything here.

A hand that came out of nowhere firmly took the piece of jade in his palm. Then a faint figure appeared in front of him, he didn't know where he came from, through the wind and snow and the cold, as if he had just arrived, and as if he had been here all along, never left.

The faint fire under his feet has not been extinguished, and the snowflakes in Chang'an City are still withering unhurriedly. Under the black cloak, someone is full of dust, snow-dyed sideburns, and thousands of miles of riding alone in the snow, just for a lonely anger and two shoulders!

The hand that had changed the color of the mountains and rivers with the knife slowly spread out, and the beautiful jade in his hand, he remembered it very clearly, and at the first time he saw it, he liked its flawless jade very much. He entrusted it to the jade craftsman in the house, Lao Wu, and asked him not to worry, slowly carve with his heart, and make the best jade pendant, he wanted to give it to the elder sister named Su Lingzhi as a gift for her eighteenth birthday.

He used to think that there was still a lot of time left, and a lot of beauty could be slowly carved in time like this flawless jade, until it became the most beautiful existence. But now, he knew he was wrong. This is not the world he once was, there is no wind and snow here, and there is no quiet time. There are only heroic and tragic songs, spring and autumn chivalry, swords and blood!

"Jade, well done! I took the ....... ”

It's just a few words, the man named Xiao Wu has been struck by lightning, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and finally gradually saw the man's face clearly, and the huge man knelt on the ground, tears raining down!