It was night, in the vertical arch hall, Zhao Zhen sat on a chair and looked at the music quietly and seriously.

"Minister, although far away from Tokyo, but still concerned about the official family, the imperial court wants to build Taiyi Palace and Hongfuyuan, the minister thinks that this move is a big construction, labor and money, should be stopped immediately, Your Majesty since the registration, to rule the world with people, the minister is very pleased, I hope that Your Majesty will take back the construction of Taiyi Palace and Hongfuyuan, the people will be grateful to Your Majesty."

Zhao Zhen put down Fan Zhongyan's book, looked at it at a glance, and picked up another piece of music, which said that it was a thunderstorm in Kaifeng, Tokyo City, in the seventh year of Tiansheng, and the fire case of Zhaoying Palace in Yuqing.

The next day, the city gates, donkey carts.

Teng Zijing, the former Dali Temple, once again set off for Shaowu County, northern Fujian, which was the second time he went to Shaowu.

In the Ji Wangfu, Zhao Yunrang, who became the throne of his father King Ji, was walking in from the outside, and saw the concubine Ren standing in the study and sorting out the books.

"I feel that this child is not ordinary, you have to slowly cultivate, now in this palace, you are the most important, what is missing in your house, just open your mouth, this king will do his best to do it for you."

The concubine knows that the concubine is just a small concubine of the prince, but she still hopes that the prince can promise the concubine, and if the child can be born, please let the concubine raise it herself."

Zhao Yunrang was a little embarrassed: "You have to recuperate first, this king still has some things to deal with, and I will come to see you another day."

Ren's teary-eyed mother-in-law looked at the back of Zhao Yunrang leaving.

Cold autumn, Weihe, one person, one horse, one sword.

Liu Sanbian stood on the shore and looked at the opposite bank.

Sprinkle the river sky on the twilight rain and wash the autumn. The gradual frost and wind are tight, the Guan River is cold, and the afterglow is the building. It is a place where the red decay and green are reduced, and the things are resting. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word.

I can't bear to climb high and far, look at my hometown, and it's hard to return. Sigh the traces of the years, what is the bitterness to drown (9). I want to look at the beautiful woman makeup building, miss a few times, and return to the boat in the sky. Fight to know me, leaning on the railing, and contemplation!

Bamboo forests, huts.

Liu Sanbian clenched his sword in his hand and walked all the way, which was the way to Yizhou.

Liu Sanbian finally learned how to control the backlash of the Chongyang Gongfa, and instead of going to Tokyo, he went in the direction of Yizhou.

On the side of the road, the wind chimes were blown by the seal, and I saw that there was a woman in red on the sedan chair, and the wind blew the curtain, and the woman in red was only eleven or twelve years old, and she was already married.

Liu Sanbian rode a horse and read: "Lingzhai has no lawsuits and feasts. Luo Qi tufted hairpin. Shi Zhu Fu powder, plump the skin and clear the bones, and the appearance is innocent. Dancing and singing fan flowers, turning back to the snow and standing in the clouds. Qi Xi Shan, the phoenix lantern is bright and off, who is the person you like, the sun is high and the flowers are lazy to comb their hair. Speechless leaning on the makeup floor. Trimming eyebrows, distant mountains and verdant, relatively sorrowful. Wang Sun walked the horse and grew up in Mo, greedy and obsessed, and traveled as a teenager. It seems to be frenzy, it costs people to detain it, and it seems that it is not romantic."

Although Liu Sanbian is no longer a teenager, the oath that the teenager once made is still in his heart.

It was night, the weather was extremely cold, Liu San turned into a fire, while drinking, while grilling the fish, for a while, the aroma began to emanate, he took out two small bottles from his waist, opened the lid, he sprinkled the powdery things in the two small bottles on the roasted fish noodles, and then covered the lid, he smoothed the powder with a bamboo skewer, he took a bite, the fish meat was a little spicy, although the taste of cumin powder and pepper increased the taste of the fish, but he couldn't eat this spicy taste, he drank a big sip of wine, Although the wine could relieve the spicy taste, in order to fill his stomach, he still ate the grilled fish and drank the wine one bite at a time.

When the jar was dry, and the flesh of the fish had been eaten, and only the bones of the fish remained, he moved his seat, laid the hay in order, lay down on it, and covered his body with some other hay, and went to sleep.