The mansion of Zhu Yinghong and Princess Yaoyue is not big, and on the top of the two evergreen pine trees at the door, there seems to be a thin layer of white mist around it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bustling hustle and bustle of the Lantern Festival in the five cities and the brilliant fireworks came out faintly from the misty branches of the treetops, and they were scattered obliquely in the white mist, with a few faint and thin light purples.

A pair of autumn turtledoves, fluffy with feathers, like two door gods, tightly squeezed into the pine trunk in a daze. As soon as the night breeze blew, the lilac wind gently sprinkled down from the pine needles.

The lively voices in the mansion, bursts of silk and bamboo, can also be heard faintly in the carriage.

It is a very lively day, and it is rare to meet a group of bamboo horses and green plum children gathered here, two new red lanterns outside the door have to be embroidered with the loyal Beiming Water Master Five Dragons pattern, cage red candles to throw far outside, it is a very festive style.

But somehow, Qin Qing inexplicably felt an indescribable cold air in the high walls of this mansion, as if people couldn't see anything and empty their minds, but the humidity floated up in bursts, mixed with the incense of candles and pine leaves, and the flowing heart throbbed.

"What, you're still thinking about it?" Wang Geng's handsome face jumped down, lifted the curtain, only turned his body slightly, and looked at Qin Qingdao with a smile, "Let's just go in by ourselves, I often come here, and they are all inside." ”

Before he finished speaking, Qin Qing had already jumped down lightly and walked side by side with Wang Geng towards the courtyard.

When I arrived in the lobby, I saw Zhu Yinghong and the others drinking and laughing together early in the morning, fighting some fresh weapons. Seeing Wang Geng and Qin Qing coming in, they greeted and sat down, and the two of them were naturally not polite, so they sat down in the empty space.

"General Qin is a rare guest, how long has it been since he messed with us?" The clear female voice crossed the threshold from the outside with the lotus steps, and Princess Yaoyue's personal maid Xi Ran smiled generously while leading the small servants behind her to serve food and wine. He specially ordered the servant to take a red sandalwood octagonal chair, sit beside Qin Qing, and lift the Ruyi beeswax jade pot in his hand, and he wanted to persuade him to drink.

But seeing Wang Geng standing up with a smile, he quipped: "This cup has to be drunk with me first, how can Sister Xiran be so favoritous?" ”

Xi Ran looked up at him, his black and quiet eyes, his eyes were as bright as frost and a dream, as if a puppet had dotted his eyes, and a little bright light ignited from the bottom of his eyes, but he smiled so goodly, only raised his hand slightly, brushed the lilac cuffs with white edges, and put the newly filled wine glass on Wang Geng's lips.

Wang Geng looked sideways slightly, with a sneering smile on the corner of his lips, and drank it all. Fang Cai asked again: "The princess is drunk, let Sister Xiran come to accompany us?" ”

Xi Ran slowly withdrew his hand, the coquettish smile was still on his lips, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yinghong, the two of them smiled heartily, and slowly crossed Wang Geng's face, and then looked at Qin Qing's eyebrows, Fang said: "I'm very ashamed, it's Prince Jing's little prince who came to the house to see his princess and aunt today, and this princess is still accompanying the princess in the backyard. ”

Qin Qing couldn't help but look at Wang Geng, thinking that Wang Geng was chatting in the carriage, and when he talked about gathering in the palace to play sparrow cards with Huang Chun and others, he couldn't help but smile, and secretly thought in his heart, this Huang Chun must have taken away his own little master, so he stole a floating life for himself in the palace for half a day, and then he also had a fun party with Zhu Yinghong and others.

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Since the martyrdom of Xing Qiuyan, the moonlight of Fu Xiangguo's mansion has lost its brilliance, looking from it with the curved fence and green bamboo in the backyard, the door is just hidden, and Fu Shao seems to be crooked on the bed and falling asleep drunk.

I walked over with a light step, through the corridor, the deep touch of green bamboo, hidden in the new tender green leaves, the withered leaves that are not easy to find have not been carefully screened and pruned, and looked at Fu Shao, who slept on the bed and clothes, and his temples were frosty, and he couldn't help but feel a layer of sadness in his heart:

Perhaps, the more you look at the verdant, the more difficult it is to find the withered yellow leaves, if those things that should be pruned, and the things that can't see the light are probably those who love to drill the cracks, then after pruning, can you bask in the sun openly? It is said that the heart is selfless and the world is wide, but no matter how selfless a person is, in the face of the martyrdom of his wife, can he really have no hatred and resentment?

I walked into the bedroom, and gently moved Fu Shao's body and covered it with a brocade quilt, but I didn't notice that a goose-yellow silk book in his narrow sleeves floated leisurely on the cypress floor, and the moonlight by the window, reflecting the black and white handwriting on it.

I couldn't help but bend my knees to pick it up, my eyes were attracted by the handwriting on it, knowing that it was intentional or unintentional, and seeing too much was not necessarily a good thing, but I couldn't take my eyes off it, and only read it at a glance and ten lines under the thick black and shiny handwriting.

The silk book was a vision of a new world.

There were no absolute kings and hierarchies in that new world, at least in form, and that new world seemed to be out of place in all the teachings I had received, and yet this great rebellious idea of rebellion had been carefully planned, outlined, and theoretically explained from the organization to the details.

I couldn't hide the amazement in my heart, and I couldn't hide the fear in my heart.

Because -- the handwriting on the silk book, the signature of the silk book, is -- the gold of water.

I don't know how long it took for me to sit silently in front of the pear blossom bookcase by the window, sorting out the motives of being dragged into the water again and again but willingly, and I couldn't find myself, but I could only continue to walk.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I'm afraid that if this scroll hadn't fallen into Fu Shao's hands, I would have already been a grave with green grass, right? This is a great sin against the sky and seeking the country, the unprecedented new world, Huang Chun, Xinyue, what is this?

So why, Fu Shao would stop this thing, right?

My heart was beating violently, as if it was about to rush out of my chest.

Just as I was drowning in this endless night, turning and turning nine times, I heard a violent vibration in the east of the city, and then, the flames that were more than half a day high galloped away like blood, illuminating the entire night sky with dazzling orange and red.

Fu Shao was also awakened by this loud noise, and he didn't care about talking to me, so he hurriedly called the housekeeper and called Lord Yan, the steward of the Pengcheng Patrol Defense Forest Army, to come and inquire.

After a while, the housekeeper came in a hurry, but behind him was not Lord Yan, but his deputy Ke Boliang, who came and hurriedly beat a thousand, and then hugged his fists and said:

"Fu Xianggong, it's Princess Yaoyue's mansion that has gone out of the water. At this time, because of the five-city light market, they were afraid of walking the water, so the royal forest army on duty prepared the water in the light market together with the buckets, hooks, ladders, water guns, etc. for firefighting.

Who knew that the princess's mansion suddenly went out of the water, and it sounded like it was bursting, and because the flow of people in the five-city lamp market was too dense, in order to avoid squeezing and stampede, several adults went to evacuate and command, and my family is also arranging to recall the non-duty Royal Forest Army to fight the fire......

Because, because of the many important people in the princess's mansion, the situation is urgent, my family can not take time to come to the prime minister in person, so I specially ordered me to come first to explain, so as not to worry about the princess, and when the situation is a little calmer, my family will come to return to the prime minister in person. ”

After hearing this, Fu Shao's face was already a little pale, but he still asked very methodically: "What is the current situation in the princess's mansion?" Who are they? Have you ever found out where the fire started? Why? ”

Ke Boliang flattened his mouth, his body shook slightly, and only then did he grit his teeth and raise his eyes to look at Fu Shao, but he fell to his knees with a puff, and replied with a faint cry: "The little prince, Prince Jing, and Princess Yaoyue, are all trapped in the fire...... I don't know why the fire started, it seems that the kitchen in the backyard exploded violently and ignited, and the whole courtyard was on fire... The fire is not small..."

He gasped slightly, and then met Fu Shao's miserable white face and stern inquiring eyes, and pinched his throat and said: "But Xianggong can also be at peace, because when the fire broke out, all the generals in the front yard were evacuated safely, but they were only injured and did not hinder their lives, so they were all trying to rescue the prince and princess and a cadre trapped in the backyard, etc., and the little one came ......when he came."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his eyes, looked at my face, lowered his head in fear, and said in a lower voice: "When the little one came, General Zhu and General Qin had already rushed into the backyard to save people......

Almost instantly, I understood his eyes, but as if I had lost my mind, my heart seemed to be uncontrollable by the power of the wilderness, so I only pulled Ke Boliang's shirt straight, lifted him from the floor with a tearing sound, stared at him and asked, "Which General Qin?" ”

There was no resentment in his eyes, but with that infinite understanding and pity, a deeper blunt like a sword penetrated into my heart, making my limbs seem to be free, and my heart was held in my chest, just waiting for him to say the words "General Qin Qing Qin", as if he could no longer move, sinking into the sea, and a sense of complete fear penetrated me.

Qing'er ......

I didn't realize that I was out of proportion, so I didn't care about it and ran towards the princess's mansion.

I didn't know that Fu Shao, who was behind him, retreated left and right, and threw the big reverse silk book written by "Water Jingjin" on the table into the brazier, watching the flames pounce up inch by inch, licking up the last fragments, before getting up and arranging the carriage and horses, and going to the lord and the princess Juncheng.

The moonlight spread in the night of half a roll of red orange dripping blood, the backyard of the princess's mansion was already full of fire and oil, and the small kitchen had already been blown into ashes, the ashes were not ordinary gray-black, but rolled towards the courtyard like silver paste, and the dew drops were crackling with the silver pulp, and the hoarse and miserable voices of the burners, horses, and autumn insects filled with the thick despair of suffocation spread throughout the courtyard.

The fireworks were like a waterfall, and the jade was burning again, rushing and tumbling with the soul of death wandering, and in an instant, the fire oil flew down from the sky, burning like a purgatory on earth.