"Governor of Daqian Yungui?" The bald head sneered, "You don't pee and take pictures, see if you look like the son of the governor's family?" ”

Cen Chunxuan remembered that his father was now on his way to Beijing, and couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly.

"Why don't you speak?" The bald head snorted.

"I'm afraid of being beaten." Cen Chunxuan pretended to hesitate for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say that you won't beat readers?" ”

"You are smart enough to know that Vietnam, like the Great Qian, has this rule." The man sneered.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Cen Chunxuan smiled, and then was punched in the face again.

"If I don't let you speak, don't say it. Do you hear that? ”

Cen Chunxuan nodded.

"Where did Hue come from?"

"Kunming."

"What are you hanging around here about?"

"I was going to travel to Vietnam, but I met thieves on the way, and everyone in my company died, and I was the only one who escaped."

"Fart!" The man kicked him in the chest, and Cen Chunxuan fell down with a chair and slid a few feet away on the ground. The man took a step forward, put his left foot on Cen Chunxuan's chest, pointed the rod of his cigarette pouch at his nose and said, "You are a poor scholar, what kind of son of the governor's family!" Still traveling? Say, what do you want to do in Hue by pretending to be the governor's family and getting together with foreign Taoist priests? Is it the remnants of the long-haired rebels? ”

The soot with a little spark fell on Cen Chunxuan's face, and he tried to shake his head to get the soot off, but his face was inevitably burned.

"Kill me!" Cen Chunxuan suddenly shouted.

"What did you do when you were killed?" The man laughed, looking worse than crying. "Tell me what you're here for......

Cen Chunxuan struggled desperately: "You lackeys! If you don't catch the traitor, what kind of prestige will you play against the people! ”

"A traitor? Who do you say is the traitor? ”

The foot on his chest became harder and harder, and Cen Chunxuan only felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. He struggled to spit out a few words from his mouth: "I just want revenge......"

"Revenge?" The man took his leg away, and Cen Chunxuan gasped desperately.

"I ...... Our church can not be burned in vain. Cen Chunxuan gasped and coughed.

"What's burned for nothing?"

Cen Chunxuan stabilized his breathing and said, "I can't let those people kill my friends. ”

"That's it?"

"And my friend. That's it......" Cen Chunxuan lay on the ground and turned his head.

"Who the fuck are you blinded by?" The man kicked Cen Chunxuan in the stomach, and Cen Chunxuan snorted. I wanted to bow my waist, but I was firmly tied by a rope and couldn't move.

Cen Chunxuan stared at his bald head, his eyes were full of anger, as if it weren't for the rope that tied him. I would have pounced on him and eaten him.

"Your temper is really not small." The man pressed the cigarette pouch pot on Cen Chunxuan's arm, and soon smelled a burnt smell.

Cen Chunxuan tried his best to endure it, but after all, his body was not well enough, coupled with this stimulation. I still can't help it. Coughing incessantly.

Someone came over and helped Cen Chunxuan up with a chair. Cen Chunxuan tried to move his arms, his wrists were numb, and his fingers didn't feel anything. He twisted his upper body again, and felt a pain in his lower chest, like a pinprick in a pin, maybe a cracked rib.

At this time, someone outside the door was calling for the bald head, and the bald head went out, and after a while. He came in again and looked at Cen Chunxuan. Snorted from his nose.

"You're in luck!" The bald head said to his subordinates, "Take him down and lock him up, the west side cell, you don't have to follow the old rules." ”

Someone untied Cen Chunxuan from the chair and rushed out half-pushed and half-shelved.

Cen Chunxuan was thrown into a cell.

The thick iron chain locked the prison door, and Cen Chunxuan threw himself in front of the door and shook the chain and shouted: "Let me out!" ”

The original dozen or so people in the prison were all sitting against the wall, ignoring Cen Chunxuan's crazy behavior, but when he shouted that he was tired and sat on the ground to rest, someone said: "It's useless, if you can get out like that, there will be no one here for a long time." "The voice is weak.

Cen Chunxuan followed the voice and looked over, only to see a person sitting in the innermost corner looking at him, with a clear light in his eyes, not as muddy as the few people next to him.

Cen Chunxuan walked over slowly and sat down against the corner.

There was a pungent stench in the cell, no toilets, no beds, no water. Everyone's faces were covered in dirt, and their hair was sticking together, as if they hadn't been washed since they were locked in. Many of them had untreated wounds, and the flesh exposed to the air had rotted away, attracting green-headed flies that flew around them. The men didn't seem to have the strength to drive them away, just letting the flies crawl around on the wounds, sucking the rotting flesh. There was no anger or spirituality in their eyes, only a slight heaving of their chests indicating that the man was still alive.

Cen Chunxuan sat next to the man, looked at him carefully, and found that it was a scholar. His state is much better than the person next to him, although his body is the same dirty, but he can still see some clarity in his eyes.

"I said, what's going on?" Cen Chunxuan asked.

"I don't know." His voice was weak. When a prisoner next to him heard this question, he suddenly shrank away in fright, and while saving his head, he desperately said, Master, I don't know, I really don't know, please let me go.

Cen Chunxuan turned his head curiously, only to see the man's whole body shrunk in one place, trembling.

The scholar smiled bitterly: "See, that's all." They were all believers, but the Lord did not come to help them and save them. ”

"What did they do to you?"

The scholar looked at the unwiped blood stains on Cen Chunxuan's face: "Didn't you suffer it all once?" ”

"Just being beaten?" Cen Chunxuan said.

The scholar nodded.

Cen Chunxuan Jue looked around at the people in the cell, and felt that it was not like this could be achieved by beating him once a day.

"After a few days, it's time to go out."

"Get out?"

"yes, so bear with me, to be here. All lucky. ”

Cen Chunxuan finally couldn't speak, opened his mouth, and finally only left a wry smile. It was the first time in his life that he had been in a cell. He felt lost and angry, but he had to use more perseverance to suppress the confusion and anger.

At this time, Cen Chunxuan would not know who saved his life.

Hue Miyagi, terrace.

Pan Qingxian stood alone on the stage, her usual simple white clothes had been replaced by a thin silk robe covered with gold and red, and the back was full of rare bird patterns embroidered with gold and silver, fluttering and ready to fly. The white ribbon on her chest was removed. During the day, the wind is strong, and the frost and brocade silk of bright blue embroidered peony are covered outside, and the whole body is up and down. In addition to the gold pendant around his neck and the big golden flower on his sideburns, an old thing on his body is gone.

"Miss Qingxian."

She turned back and smiled at the person who called her behind her. The faint three-point smile is exaggerated by the bright rouge on the lips. It's like having seven or eight points. When you get close. They always had to call her by name, so as not to frighten her.

The daunting courtiers said that they and their father Pan Qinglian came to the palace to visit him again.

On that day, after the royal family said that she had come to visit, her father told her that the king would come down and summon her back to the palace in the next two days.

Only this time, she will no longer be a harem companion.

Zunmuro said to step forward and stand side by side with her in the gentle breeze. She couldn't see. But he also knew that his father Pan Qinglian must be two steps behind and standing on the side.

"Long time no see. I can't help but see you dressed up like this, and I almost dare not recognize you. He laughed.

Pan Qingxian also smiled: "It's just a change of clothes." In the past, I was always busy myself, choosing clothes, tailoring, and the set of rules in the palace, and the clothes and accessories have never been as luxurious as they are now. I don't recognize myself now in such garments. ”

He smiled.

After a moment of silence, Pan Qingxian said, "Lord Venerable, aren't you afraid?" ”

"What?" He always spoke in a cheerful and lazy tone, as if he had lost interest in everything.

Her bright, clear eyes looked at the palace not far away. "I heard that the king said that you were a great loyal servant, but you could not die well, do you remember?"

Hearing her daughter's words, Pan Qinglian's face changed suddenly.

He laughed out loud, "Why don't you remember, now that I think about it, the scene at that time is still vivid, like yesterday's dream." ”

Pan Qingxian sighed softly: "What if this dream becomes true?" ”

Zunmuro said with a laugh and said, "Then you have to dream again, and you will have to dream that I will escape death." ”

Pan Qingxian frowned and said, "I don't have that ability." ”

Zun Mu said that he gradually restrained his smile: "The world is just a big gamble, I am not afraid of death, it's just that before the deadline for destruction comes, no matter what the price is, I must do what I want to do, otherwise...... I lost it all. After a moment of silence, as if he realized that he had lost his words, he suddenly changed the topic and said, "Have you figured it out?" Ready to go? ”

"Hmm." Pan Qingxian turned around and said to the Venerable Room, "Thank you Venerable Venerable for giving me the opportunity to fulfill my wish." ”

"Miss Qingxian, please," said the Venerable Chamber, "Actually, I should thank Miss Qingxian." ”

"Don't worry, Lord Venerable, I will definitely complete what you have told me to do." Pan Qingxian got up, looked at the Venerable Room fixedly, and said, "This is also to repay the kindness of the Venerable Room." ”

"If Miss Qingxian can succeed, her merits can be compared to Minchan, she is the first hero of my Da Nan, and the revival of my Da Nan is just around the corner." Zun Mu said, "I'm here, on behalf of the people of Danan, I have thanked Miss Qingxian first." ”

After the salute was finished, he turned around and strode away without looking back, leaving only the father and daughter on the terrace.

"Qingxian...... I'm sorry for you for my father, and I'm sorry for the ancestors of the Pan family......" Looking at the figure of the Venerable Chamber, Pan Qinglian stepped forward and held his daughter's hand.

It had just rained, and although the weather was not very cold, Pan Qingxian's hands were cold.

"If you want to use your innocent daughter to serve the envoy of the Northern Dynasty, it is really ...... to be a father I'm sorry for you......" Pan Qinglian said, crying.

Pan Qingxian was speechless, but her heart burned inch by inch, and she had already figured it out. Whether it is for her parents, for the sake of the family, or for himself, she Pan Qingxian has long been inseparable from the future and destiny of this country in her life. She had to go on the road of power struggle, and there was no end in sight. If you can't succeed in your whole body, everything is over.

Now she is an important pawn in this heavy mechanism, and it is impossible for her to quit. If she pulls away. is full of chaos, and the fate of her father Pan Qinglian may only have one "death", she naturally knows. In any case, she would never watch her father die, and she knew that. The Venerable said that he was so polite and humble to her posture, but he held this steadily, no matter how much she struggled. I can't get out of the palm of his hand. This path was chosen by the Venerable Room and her father, but she had to be bound to go down with her, even though she threw off the painful shackles of talent. But they still don't get their freedom.

The father turned his head away, he couldn't bear to look at her anymore, his chest was cramping, but his eyes were as cold and clear as frost. He had known for a long time. The daughter will eventually give in.

"Father. After a while, the daughter passed, and the father took care, and please wait with the mother for the good news of the daughter. Pan Qingxian said to her father, her voice revealing unprecedented determination.

"My lord, the king of Vietnam has sent someone to bring gifts."

Lin Yiqing was looking at the sand table on the table and pondering, when an attendant came in and reported.

"Oh." Lin Yiqing's gaze still didn't leave the sand table, "Let them put it in the bedroom." ”

Because the sand table is made of sand and soil to pile out the terrain. It is more accurate than a map drawn on paper, and it is intended to be a head start in negotiations. Properly arranging military forces as a deterrent, Lin Yiqing simply made a sand table.

In this era, the sand table is not a new thing, but it consumes too much manpower and is rarely used in the army.

The entourage answered, turned around and left, and after a while, several palace maids and internal eunuchs came in and saluted Lin Yiqing, who was staring at the sand table and did not look at them.

These people each carried gifts into Lin Yiqing's dormitory, and after placing the gifts, they retreated.

Lin Yiqing was studying the sand table when he suddenly realized that someone had not left in his dormitory.

He straightened up, turned his head to look at the door of the dormitory, and found that there was a young girl in palace clothes standing at the door.

The girl saw that Lin Yiqing noticed her, so she walked in steps, although she was covered with a heavy soap veil and could not see her face, her figure was so light that she almost wanted to fly away. The same soap yarn and luxurious dress, suddenly a girl newly married, through the barren years to him, the red lips under the veil are still pouting with a soft smile.

The girl did not look aside, nor did she hesitate, and walked straight to the end of the red felt, her steps were soft and silent, only the soap yarn was like a cloud.

Lin Yiqing looked at the girl's style, and felt like a dream, and the bright light fell on her slender shoulders, making her even more radiant.

The girl's hands, which were originally holding soap yarn on her chest, slowly let go at this time. Those light ink-colored gauze silks were like smoke, and they were lifted away by the air currents one by one, and they fell to the ground one after another, as if countless translucent cicadas were left in the center of the silent hall. And her face is also clear point by point.

Lin Yiqing realized that he had never seen her.

Could it be that Nguyen Phuc Sheng, the king of Concord, sent his concubine in order to please himself?

But judging from her costume, it is the outfit of an unmarried woman, which means that she is not a concubine.

Lin Yiqing suddenly felt as if he had just come in from outside the hall, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't understand everything. Although surprised, his face was calm.

At this moment, the girl came to him.

She slowed her pace, her skirt rippling, like the waves of flowers swirling on the Red River during the rain festival. A soft tone that had never been heard before, with a light breeze blowing through my ears. She still spoke the official language of Qianguo, and her voice was very low, and she said: "The daughter of the minister of the lower country...... Meet the angels of the kingdom. ”

She knelt at his feet, and after three prostrations, she lifted the last two layers of soap veil.

Lin Yiqing looked at the girl's face, her expression wavered between her eyebrows, and she almost blurted out praise: "What a peerless beauty." ”

The girl's eyes are bright and calm, like jewels, her hair is black and enchanting, and there is a dragon and phoenix heraldic pendant used by the Vietnamese royal family around her neck, which looks rich and elegant.

The girl in front of her was so gorgeous that she was almost slaughtered, but there was no trace of gentleness and gentleness in her anticipation.

The girl turned her head slightly, as if searching for something.

Lin Yiqing noticed the girl's eyes and chuckled in her heart.

Her heart seems to be barren, like a thousand acres of bare ground silently cracking, dead inch by inch, irretrievable. Although she knelt in front of him, she refused to be attached to him and was at his mercy.

Her eyes swept around, looking at Lin Yiqing again, her eyes were as deep and silent as a well, and only he could understand the cold smile hidden in it.

"Girl, please." Lin Yiqing stretched out his hand to her and made a gesture of support.

The girl got up, Lin Yiqing looked at her again, but still couldn't judge her identity from her clothes.

"Dare to ask the girl, why are you here late at night?" Lin Yiqing moved a chair, invited her to sit down, and asked.

"Return to the angel of the kingdom, the little girl is ordered by the king to come to serve the angel." The girl replied quietly.

"It turns out that the treasure sent by the king turned out to be your ......," Lin Yiqing smiled bitterly.

"Am I not a treasure in the eyes of the angels of God?" The girl asked rhetorically.

Hearing this extremely familiar sentence, Lin Yiqing remembered the beautiful scenery when he and Shimazu Yoko met for the first time in the hot spring, and his face was a little feverish.

"Hehe, let me correct you a little, you are a living person, not a thing." Lin Yiqing tilted his head and looked at the girl in front of him, "Can you tell me your name?" ”

"The little girl's surname is Pan, and her nickname is Qingxian." The girl replied.

"Write about it." Lin Yiqing listened to her answer, seemed to remember something, and pointed to the brush and paper on the bookcase on the side.

The girl got up, picked up a brush, and wrote her name on the paper.

"Sure enough, it's you." Lin Yiqing knew who she was and smiled, "I really didn't expect to meet you in such a way." ”

"The angel of the kingdom has heard of the little girl's name?" A hint of surprise flashed in Pan Qingxian's eyes. (To be continued.) )

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