The spring rain dripped, hitting the soft withered grass on the roof of the bamboo building, and was quietly contained in, only to seep into the eaves along the grass path, strung into crystal droplets of water and fell.

Every few steps on the bamboo floor, there is a stone chiseled with a groove in the middle, and the bamboo tube cut in half from it is erected in the groove, from the height to the bottom, forming a certain inclination angle, the rain falls in the bamboo tube, merges into a trickling stream, flows happily to the end, and turns into a waterfall and pours downstairs.

The rain hits on the different positions of the bamboo tube, forming a song with uneven height and unique charm. In the room, an old man with frosty sideburns, a clear face, and a thick wrinkled cobweb, sat by the clay stove, listening to the disturbing "music" irritably, and stuffing firewood into the stove.

The fire burned so brightly that he pressed his knees against the flame-spewing stove door, letting the heat of the flame scorch his knees as hard as he could.

The back door of the front building opened, and an oil-paper umbrella came out, floated down the stairs, through the patio, and ascended to the back building, along the bamboo corridor with tinkling water, to the middle door, and pushed the door.

The rain falling from the eaves hits the oil-paper umbrellas, making a "poof" sound, like boiling water poured on the ground.

In just a moment, the umbrella was put away, and the people under the umbrella flashed into the room, and the bamboo door was closed with a "squeak".

The rain-soaked umbrellas formed into a bunch and rested beside the door, and the man with the umbrella walked lightly to the old man who was burning the fire. The old man sitting by the fireside turned his head to look at the visitor and muttered: "This unfortunate rain, my legs are so sore when I get up, I can't wait to chop them off to be comfortable." ”

"Lang Jun's old cold leg is sick again?" The person who came in asked softly, and sighed faintly, in spring and summer, it is a rainy time, and the husband is afraid that he will suffer repeatedly.

Look at the old man's age. His lady should be not young, but listening to this woman's voice, it is as soft as a hole flute, and there is a hint of magnetism, which is very pleasant to the ear, and her age should not be too big. Sure enough, she pulled a mazar and sat down beside the old man who was roasting the fire, and the red light of the fire brightened her countenance.

She...... Sure enough, it's not old!

Maybe only twenty years old?

Pretty much, her skin was fine and white. The texture is as tight as fine porcelain, without a trace of wrinkles.

Or is it thirty?

The natural peach blossom eyes, squinting slightly when not smiling, rippled out from time to time, the charming style of a mature woman. It is by no means nourished by a woman who has just become a woman.

Or maybe she's forty years old. Under the neck with a slight upturn. The pink skin was a little loose, and the flames between light and dark reflected her eyes, and the corners of her eyes slightly showed subtle crow's feet, although they couldn't be seen clearly if they didn't look closely.

However, seeing her appearance, it is easy to ignore her age.

It doesn't matter how old she is. In short, this is a charming woman.

Dressed in coarse cloth, the cut fits well, and the black hair is combed in the slightest. The neat and weighty bun sets off her long neck as elegant as a swan, and even if she wears a cloth and a hairpin skirt, it is difficult to hide the seductive posture hidden under it. She tucked her sideburns with her slender hands, and her elegant demeanor contrasted sharply with the dress of the village woman.

"Lang Jun, I heard...... The Khitans in the north turned against our Datang. ”

"Oh! The Khitans, it's a small tribe, haven't they always been quite peaceful, why are they the opposite? ”

The old man with frosty temples was busy breaking the dry wood and stuffing it into the stove, not paying much attention to what the woman said.

The beautiful woman continued: "I heard that they also raised a banner, saying that it was called......'Return my Luling and King Xiang!'" ’”

The old man was suddenly startled, "Ah" and shouted softly, but he lost his mind for a while, let the fire burn his hand, he quickly retracted his hand, sucked it a few times with his mouth, and said in surprise and anger: "The Khitan people played the banner of 'return my Luling and come to the king'? I...... I, Li Xian, and his Khitan people are not wronged or injured, why do they harm me so much? ”

Li Xian! It turned out that he had ascended the throne for thirty-six days, and he was demoted by his mother to Li Xian, the heir of the Holy Emperor of Luling and placed under house arrest in Fangzhou!

Li Xian is only forty-four years old this year, but looking at his appearance, I am afraid that he is not in his early sixties, these years of house arrest have really destroyed him physically and mentally, but it is his queen, and now the Princess Wei of Luling is still glorious, it seems that so many years of life tribulations have not affected her.

Compared with Li Xian's horror, Wei's eyes were shining, and he looked very excited: "What's more, the small Khitan tribe actually fought a few big battles, and the court lost its armor." As a result, the Turks saw that my Tang Dynasty was weak and easy to bully, and they also sent troops into Hebei and played the slogan of 'Fighting Zhou on behalf of the Tang Dynasty'! ”

Li Xian's face was pale, his body was trembling, as if he was suffering from an epidemic and was swinging, and his teeth were ringing: "How can this be? This sucks! Woe ...... Woe is coming......"

Wei frowned, and said unhappily: "You're here again, don't always be so grassy, okay?" ”

Li Xian stood up in a panic, and Mazha under his hips was also taken to the ground. Seeing him stumbling away, Webster couldn't help but chase after him and said, "What are you doing?" ”

Li Xian was frightened and looked a little nervous: "The queen mother will send someone to ask for my life soon, maybe...... Maybe she'll give me a cup of opportunity and make my death miserable. No, I'm going to kill myself, I don't want to suffer that much! ”

Li Xian was not afraid of his mother to such a serious extent, but since he was kicked off the throne by his mother, detained here, and lived in the fear of death all the time, over time, the image of his mother in his heart has become more and more terrifying, and now he has formed a sick psychology.

He feared his mother because he was afraid of death, and now his fear of his mother transcends death. Li Xianmao rummaged for the rope in the corner of the wall, Wei was very angry, grabbed him and said: "Fortune and misfortune are impermanent, I don't think this matter is necessarily a big disaster, there is no news in Beijing, why are you ......in a hurry?"

Before Wei finished speaking, he was thrown aside by Li Xian, Wei stumbled, zhanzhu body, and shouted angrily: "Li Xian! This shout was violent, Li Xian looked up in amazement, and slapped him in the face with a sharp slap, with a crisp sound of "snap", which woke Li Xian's consciousness up. He looked at Webster in a daze.

Wei Shi said word by word: "Do you think that if the Khitans and Turks invade my Tang Dynasty under your pretext, the queen mother will treat you even more as a thorn in her side, and she will want to get rid of it as soon as possible?" But I think it's in our best interest! You don't want to think about how old the queen mother is?

People all over the world are still using your identity to make a fuss, what does this mean? This shows that although she has become the emperor, she has not yet received the hearts of the people in the world! And she is dying, and it is too late to win people's hearts. She doesn't want the world to be in chaos after death, and she doesn't want the rebellious ministers and thieves to dig her grave, so she has to think about who this world will pass on! ”

Wei walked up to the dejected Li Xian step by step and grabbed his hand. Excitedly, he said, "Do you understand?" Do you understand? Perhaps, this is our turning point! ”

Li Xian said sluggishly: "Yes...... Is that so? The Queen Mother really won't be angry with me. Won't someone send me to put me to death? ”

Webster said: "Of course not! The news was last winter. If the queen mother wanted to kill you, would she wait until now? ”

"Was it last year?" Li Xian was greatly relieved when he heard this, and muttered to himself: "In this way, you shouldn't be angry with me." Yes! By the way, where did you get this news from, is it reliable? ”

Webster said: "Of course it was Bao'er who asked!" Let's circle on this Huangzhu Ridge. Becoming deaf and blind, we all want to know what happened outside. A few children are not angry, but Bao'er can walk around outside. Inquire about the news for us. ”

Li Xian muttered: "Yes, this child was born by you and I on the road to Fangzhou, the princess of the Tang Dynasty, who was born with golden branches and jade leaves, but she was not even swaddled when she was born, so she could only be wrapped in your old clothes, alas! I'm a father, I'm sorry for her, but I didn't expect that now you and I are the most helpful ...... this daughter."

The two husbands and wives were grieving about the unbearable past, and the two figures had quietly sneaked into Li Xian's residence.

Yang Fan expected that the residents around Li Xian's residence, if you look closely, you will find that the layout of the residence is slightly different from other places, and these houses just surround Li Xian's family in the middle, which is the fourth line of defense in the dark.

However, in any place, if the soldiers cannot be rotated, but are carried out by a number of people on a fixed basis, it is impossible to be vigilant after fifteen or six consecutive years. Those young and strong soldiers in those days have long since married and had children, and even their sons can go all over the mountains and fields to catch roe deer, climb big trees and touch birds' eggs.

But these neighbors with vigilant tasks still brought some trouble to Yang Fan and the others, because several of them had dogs, thanks to Gu Zhuting's rich experience, the two of them cautiously detoured for a long time, and finally quietly sneaked into the "Luling Palace" and touched the bamboo building.

There was a light in the bamboo building, and a line came out of the crack in the door, Gu Zhuting turned around and gestured to Yang Fan, and the two relaxed their steps and walked over gently. The floor of the bamboo building is also paved with bamboo, even if it is a slight movement, there is a thin squeak sound when you step on it, but fortunately, the rain has not stopped at this time, and the rain under the eaves is injected into the half-cut bamboo tube dingdong, which just hides the sound of the two people.

Yang Fan and the two arrived at the door, looked back behind them, and gestured to each other, Gu Zhuting suddenly pushed the bamboo door, and Yang Fan jumped in with an arrow.

Li Xian's palpitations gradually subsided, and he was snuggling up with Wei, whispering about those old things, when suddenly a black shadow flashed in like a whirlwind, startling the husband and wife.

Li Xian is a man after all, and he is relatively calm about this kind of emergency, but Wei is a woman after all, when she encounters this kind of thing, Wei is really more afraid than Li Xian, she immediately screamed, and quickly hid behind Li Xian, grabbing his shirt tightly.

Before Li Xian could see Yang Fan's face clearly, he saw the knife stuck in his waist, a strange knife as narrow as a sword, Li Xian suddenly thought of a possibility, so his phobia like a conditioned reflex for Wu Zetian flared up again.

He trembled, trembling like chaff, and asked in a trembling sheepish voice, "You...... You, you, you...... Were you sent by the Queen Mother to kill me? ”！ (To be continued......)