The beauty is beautiful and idle, picking Sangqi Road.

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This was the first time he had a dispute with Pei Manhou, and the emperor couldn't remember it clearly.

Since the death of the crown prince and the death of Zong Gan, this woman and the forces behind her have gradually exceeded his control, and her beauty is increasingly becoming a threat, as he had a hunch, some forces in the DPRK and China are slowly entangled, and the intertwined relationships and entangled interests have gradually formed a powerful power background.

The people standing beside him changed their positions one by one, either brightly or secretly, and the Wanyan Wushu, who had been standing beside him all the time, was now seriously overdrawn because of the perennial battle. Although his military power is still there, it always makes him feel uneasy.

The crown prince died before he was a year old, but under the control of the queen, the middle palace has never established an heir.

Today, under the obstruction of the queen, the new concubine has a miscarriage again, and the reasons and excuses inherent in the harem are placed there, high-sounding.

But the emperor knew that such an excuse was always used on all the concubines who had princes.

Perhaps even worse than he imagined, the queen has taken control of the harem, and he can no longer get effective information. Only to be angry alone.

People who are in a bad mood always have two things to do, one is to reminisce about the past, and the other is to drown their sorrows through wine.

Xizong chose to go out of the palace to get drunk.

Perhaps the whispers of the warblers in those gentle townships can soothe some of the frustration and anger.

He took Daxingguo alone, the master and servant walked through the layers of mountains, as if passing through the undercurrent of power centers, the good night of summer, except for some mosquitoes, the rest were very comfortable, and the grievances before coming out were slightly cathartic.

It wasn't the first time he had been out of the palace, but he was as curious as it was the first time every time.

"The whole world is not the king's land. But? All I could see was such a small city. He said melancholy: "I heard that the night scene of Lin'an in the Southern Song Dynasty is prosperous, like heaven." Back then, when my uncles came back with the spoils of the Song people, I looked at those exquisite utensils and always thought, one day, if I could also have the opportunity to go south and see another life. ”

"The emperor is blessed, and he will definitely be able to put down the southern thieves." Daxingguo replied respectfully.

The emperor glanced at him, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "After the fourth prince, there are no more generals in the Jin Kingdom." Let's go. ”

Daxingguo followed him quietly, and when they arrived at the famous Cuiyu Tower in Jinguo, they stopped.

Several drunken men staggered out, one of them, obviously drunk, he walked in a mess, accidentally bumped into Da Xingguo, both of them rolled to the ground, and the other two crowded around Xizong, Xizong's heart was lifted at once, and he instinctively touched his knife, but the two men stopped when they were about to squeeze over.

At the same time, Da Xingguo had already gotten up from the ground, and he reprimanded the people, but the drunks did not listen to what he said, and they supported each other and staggered towards the alley.

Daxingguo hurriedly stood beside the emperor, and at this time he saw that there was still a cloth bag lying where he had just fallen, he hesitated, then walked over, picked up the cloth bag, and looked around, where was the shadow of a talented person.

There seemed to be a scroll inside the cloth bag, and he hesitated for a moment, looked at the emperor's equally curious expression, and opened it.

Inside is indeed a picture scroll.

The person who came to Cuiyu Tower would actually carry a scroll of paintings with him, he thought so, and gently opened the scroll.

The lights were still dim, and the outline could barely be seen, but Xizong's breathing next to him was noticeably short.

"Give me the painting." As he spoke, his hand reached out.

His hands trembled, and his face was so close in the dim light that it seemed that this was the only way to identify the person on it.

His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were wide, and his breathing was disordered: "You go, go and get all those people back, and ask them where this painting came from?" ”

After he finished saying this, he seemed to think of something? When he turned his head to look at Cuiyu Tower close to him, his face turned pale.

Paintings taken out from here.

"Nope." He let out a low cry, turned around and ran to Cuiyu Tower.

Daxingguo was a little dazed, and he didn't know whether he should listen to the emperor's words and chase the drunkards who couldn't see the shadow first, or immediately follow the emperor and rush to Cuiyu Tower.

He stood for a while, then ran down the alley, where he could still see half a figure.

There is only a cold moon, hanging alone in the sky, such a night, in every sleepless eternal heart.

He walked slowly towards the Cuiyu Tower.

How many years has it been since that catastrophe? A lot of people have forgotten about it! I heard that the Lin'an night sheng song of the Southern Song Dynasty, drunk and gold, and heard that batches of old people in the hometown of the Northern Song Dynasty were dying.

He remembered that he was standing outside the room, hearing all kinds of past in the city of the Five Kingdoms, and sorrow came from it, and it could not be broken.

Is the thing human, or unrecognizable.

Only he is still in the interior of this deep palace, alone guarding the leader of this kingdom, helpless and powerless.

saw Zhao Zhi's despair, saw the decline of the Zhao sisters, saw the queen's impassivity, and saw the depletion of the ministers.

Actually, maybe that's it! Feng Shui is like this, reincarnated year after year, year after year.

Maybe one day, another king will come with iron hooves and blood to sweep away everything.

Thinking so, he had already arrived at the Cuiyu Tower.

As soon as I arrived in the lobby, I was taken aback, and the lobby was full of girls from Cuiyulou, who were fat and thin, and they were purple and red. And his monarch was standing beside the old bustard with a frown, shaking his head constantly.

He stepped back to the side, and when he saw that the emperor had finished reading all the women, he sighed and was visibly relieved.

After this day, there was a boiling message, the emperor had to paint in a dream, and when he woke up, he had something to gain, and wanted to follow the painting to find the person in the painting.

However, all traces cannot be fully divided into three colors.

Finally one day, the concubine Tang Kuo entered the palace, accidentally saw this painting, and said, "Isn't this the princess of the palace?" He has been raised in Yanjing Shenfu all the year round and has never been to Beijing. ”

"Princess Xuan?" The emperor was shocked.

Tang Kuobi glanced at the emperor curiously: "Exactly." ”

The emperor slapped his palm on the dragon chair and couldn't say a word for a long time.

After a while, he waved his hand: "You stand down first." The tone was tired, as if he had been drained of his strength, and could no longer move.

This night, the emperor drank in the palace until dawn, and stayed awake all night, and the next day, he went to the court full of wine, and looked at the ministers below with a pair of red eyes.

Wanyan Wushu did not go to court on sick leave, he looked left and right, and his eyes flashed with an unpredictable cold light.

Perhaps all the high-ranking people will look at this crumb at their feet, and they will not be able to explore it.

No one knows which of them will shed the last drop of blood for you, and who will hide a knife in their smile and turn against each other at any time.

His hand repeatedly stroked the hilt of his palm, and several times he tried to draw it.

What could be more important than being deceived by his own brother?

The doubt in his heart and the distress of not being able to get it were like a thorn in his heart, piercing into his heart and aching repeatedly.

His Royal Highness's concubine Tang Kuobi stood aside quietly as Zhongshulang, he only glanced at the emperor lightly, and there was a smile in the corner of his eyes.

After that, the emperor began to drink wine, and he seemed to be different from before, but no one dared to put his beak in it.

Ever since a concubine was hacked to death on the spot for refusing to pour wine for the emperor, these seem to have become taboo.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's another year.

The following year, April.

The son of Pucha Ahut, the son of the left deputy inspector, Shang Zhu, married the emperor's favorite little daughter, and he searched for the rare arts and crafts he could find with a consistent and upright attitude, and presented them to the emperor, and the emperor was delighted, and such a day seemed to be more suitable for drinking.

Xizong gave a banquet in the palace, but asked all the princes and nobles to attend with their dependents.

But when he finished Yan Yuan, he still had this reason: the princess was weak and in Yanjing, so she couldn't come.

The emperor stopped talking and didn't say anything? The meal was still eaten peacefully, but in the middle of the meal, he began to drink aggressively. The queen frowned and didn't say anything more? I made an excuse and left.

Without the presence of the empress, the emperor became more and more unscrupulous.

By the end of the drink, many people were a little dazed. No one noticed that the emperor had been looking at Wan Yan Yuan until he got up, poured wine and gave Wan Yan Yuan, one glass, two glasses...... Wan Yanyuan finally couldn't drink it a little, he smiled and excused himself, but when he found that the emperor's face was frosty, he couldn't help but shiver.

At the moment when he hesitated, no one expected that Xizong suddenly drew his sword and forced Wan Yan Yuan.

Although Wan Yanyuan drank a little too much, he was still sober, and immediately put down the wine glass and ran out.

There is never a way to reason with alcoholics. He may have thought that this is his royal brother, and he may not know what he is doing.

was actually run away in front of him like this, Xizong drank a lot, but he still knew face, he was furious at the moment, and ordered Prime Minister Zuo to finish Yan Zongxian to summon Yan Yuan back.

This Wanyan Zongxian is good friends with Wanyan Yong, and he doesn't like to wade in these troubled waters the most, he himself is a literati, and with a twist of his brain, he actually ran away with Wanyan Yuan.

The emperor was almost angry and vomited blood, and it happened that Yan Zongli, the head of the household, was next to him, and the emperor saw that he had a sarcastic look on his face, and couldn't help but be furious, and ordered him to kneel, and immediately killed him with a knife.

In this way, everyone was shocked, and the wedding banquet was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Wanyan Pearl sat beside her husband, with a look of uncertainty on her face, Pucha A Hudie hurriedly filled a glass of wine, and blocked Xizong's sight with a toast. After this glass, the banquet was barely over.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and many of the girls turned pale, and they vomited when they left the hall.

The men stood aside, their faces solemn.

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