Chapter 113: The old things can't be recalled
"It's not that you and I have to be born here, but you and I should be like this." Ruoyan said in a low voice.
"That's how it should be." Luo Hansheng chuckled, "I heard that Niangniang was seriously injured, but is she better?" β
"It's much better. Lao Xiangye was worried. β
"I know about the Yun family's private property, those people were not burned to death by Yun Ting, but killed by His Majesty. Is that right? β
"I don't understand what Xiangye is saying." Ruoyan sat on the couch, but the hands under the sleeves were clenched tightly.
"Yun Ting wants to kill you for the clues of the Yun family's private property. Your Majesty killed everyone present to save you. Luo Hansheng said softly, "There are many people present who are children of the family, and once they die, it will be a trouble." Besides, he is involved with the Yun family, guess what will happen next? β
"Xiangye might as well say it directly."
"Do you think those ministers are buying your account? It is their closest relatives who die, can the concubine Niangniang kneel to end the resentment in everyone's hearts? Luo Hansheng walked up to Ruoyan step by step and leaned down, "There is a lack of a queen in the palace, and it is not good for the concubine to be alone in the harem." β
"That daughter of the Feng family?" Ruoyan frowned.
"Who knows." Luo Hansheng raised Ruoyan's chin and looked at her, his eyes were deep, "Yan'er, the emperor's love has never been decided by the emperor himself. Conspiracy, country, and court, he can't ignore any of them. Israel serves people, and color decays and loves relaxation. If you don't have a backer, you will be torn apart at any time, and there will be no scum left. β
"Xiangye wants to be the backer of the palace?" Ruoyan chuckled.
"How so?" Luo Hansheng's fingertips traced Ruoyan's soft lips, "I want to be the queen's backer." β
"In this case, I wish the prime minister good luck and be able to follow the right person."
"But if you ask me, I can also be your backer." Luo Hansheng smiled, "You know, as long as you beg me, I will do anything for you." β
"Do you remember? What was the phrase you sang on stage when I recognized you when you pretended to please me that day? Ruoyan pushed Luo Hansheng's hand away, "The body of the concubine's daughter, once abandoned." This body is all supported under the feet, don't abandon him one day, so that the concubine has a white sigh. I have begged you with hope. Others don't know, but you should know what the name Cui Ying really means. β
"Yes, I know." Luo Hansheng stood up, "But I can't go." If my guess is correct, the recital will be handed in in the near future. β
"Luo Hansheng," Ruoyan suddenly said softly, "How did Yunwan die?" β
"Yun Ting killed her." Luo Hansheng replied very simply.
"Why?"
"Because she handed me the news and let me know the secret of the Yun family's private property."
"You knew it then, didn't you tell me?"
"You know what? Yun Ting is your own brother, he can kill you, but you may not be able to kill him. β
"You said that you knew about the Yun family's private property, and I kept thinking, how did you know." Ruoyan smiled bitterly, "I suddenly remembered Yunwan's death before, and I felt that something was wrong. Who knew it would be like this. β
"It's not too early, and it's time for the minister to go home." Luo Hansheng exhaled deeply, "I will find a way to help you take care of the new queen's entry into the palace, but Ruoyan, if you want to be the queen, you can only consider it in the last two days." If you want to, I'll help you. β
"That's Sister A's position."
Luo Hansheng chuckled, turned around and walked out of the palace gate.
Death is actually the easiest and simplest thing, and living is the hardest, especially carrying the death of others. Now he envied Jiu Niangzi, and walked with Qin Zihuai, simply and neatly.
Whether it is Ruoyan, Yunting, Ah Qi, or himself, they are all living with the death of others, and they are trapped in the cage of the dead and unable to move. struggled, but there was no result, only a body of injuries.
It's ridiculous to say, the huge palace walls can't accommodate family affection and love, here is only a place for power struggle, one wrong step is a wrong step, and a mistake is broken bones.
There are too many dead people here.
"Yun Ruolan." Luo Hansheng chewed on the name carefully, "Was the eldest lady of the Yun family who was famous in Chang'an City back then?" β
He remembered Sister Ruoyan's mouth.
It was a near-perfect woman, and there would never be a second woman as perfect as she was.
Yun Ruolan, the eldest lady of the Yun family, wrote poems at the age of three, learned the piano at the age of five, learned to paint at the age of six, played against many famous chess players at the age of nine without defeat, moved Chang'an at the age of ten with a neon dress and feather dance, entered the palace at the age of eleven, and played the lyre with one hand. That was the most moving legend in Chang'an City back then.
Later, the most touching legend of Chang'an City married into the royal family and became the queen of the world.
Her life seems to be so dazzling, and it should occupy all the focus of the world's eyes.
When he was by Ruoyan's side, he had seen Yun Ruolan, who was an extremely gentle woman and a very smart woman. It's a pity, maybe her light is too bright and burns her life. Let her retire from history early.
No wonder Ruoyan can't forget her sister, such a woman, it's not easy to forget.
"Xiangye."
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"This palace was about to go to Niangniang's to deliver tonic soup, but I happened to meet Xiangye." Meng Zhaoyi said with a smile.
"Zhaoyi Niangniang has a heart."
"What can compare to Xiangye." Meng Zhaoyi smiled and quipped, "Xiangye has been to see Niangniang?" β
"Yes."
"If it weren't for that accident, you wouldn't have come to where you are now." Meng Zhaoyi sighed, "Ruoyan has no relatives and no reason now, only Xiangye still remembers the friendship when he was a child, but unfortunately he can only be a righteous brother." β
"Forgiveness is presumptuous, when did Zhaoyi Niangniang remember the friendship?" Luo Hansheng raised his eyes to look at Meng Zhaoyi.
"Queen Yun once saved the life of this palace back then." Meng Zhaoyi replied.
"Really?" Luo Hansheng bowed his head, "Zhaoyi knows the kindness of the retribution, and the ministers are admired." β
"Xiangye has tormented the palace." Meng Zhaoyi said with a smile, "I heard that Xiang Ye had been ill before, and my father also mentioned a few words to the palace, saying that when Xiang Ye recovers from his illness, he will find Xiang Ye to talk to him for a few games." β
"Definitely." Luo Hansheng bowed, "The foreign minister retreats." β
As soon as Luo Hansheng returned to the mansion, he received a post from the Anding Mansion, saying that he was asking him to come to the mansion another day to talk.
Xiao Wu accepted the post and whispered, "Xiangye, someone from the Feng family has been here." He said he wanted to ask what had happened before. β
"There's no hurry." Luo Hansheng took off his robe and handed it to Xiao Wu, "What the Feng family is worried about will have a result in the near future." β
"What result?"
"If the power of relatives is too big, it will threaten the king, and her Feng Changge, who Yun Ruolan experienced back then, can be regarded as the whole drama if she goes through it again."
"Xiangye means that the Feng family will be condemned? But the Feng family's power is not huge, right? β
"The Feng family is a scholarly family, and there are too many protΓ©gΓ©s. If the Manchu Dynasty has some teacher-student friendship with the Feng family, and the queen and emperor of the Feng family in the harem will be waiting for him. Luo Hansheng chuckled, "The second lady of the Feng family has a deep affection for Your Majesty, but Your Majesty will never live forever, and she will not be able to restrain the Feng family forever." Besides, I can only feel at ease if I cut her claws, pull out her teeth and send her to the palace, right? β
Luo Hansheng entered Huayan Courtyard and lay down on the rocking chair: "Save those little cats with claws from hurting my raising." β
He shook his rocking chair, narrowed his eyes, and laughed.
Everything was going according to the script he had expected, and he hummed a tune softly:
"The dream is turned back, the chaotic years are all over, and people stand in a small courtyard and a deep courtyard. Inject all the smoke, throw away the residual embroidery thread, and this spring is like last year?
It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, like this, they are all paid with broken wells, and the beautiful scenery of good days is what a day, and the courtyard is happy. Flying in the morning and twilight, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats, Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap.
There are resentments in the ground. It is for me to give birth to Xiao Chanjuan, choose a famous family, a case of immortals. Very good fate, throw away the youth! Who will see my sleep? So he was shy. Who do you want to dream of, and the spring is dark? Postponement, this is the heart of the words? Drowning, splashing the remnants, except for asking the sky.
It is like a beautiful flower for you, like a year of water. It's the answer to look all over the place, and to pity himself in the boudoir. Before turning the peony bar, it was close to the edge of the lake and mountain. And you loosen the collar buttons, the clothes are wide, and the sleeves are slightly rubbing your teeth, and you will wait for you to endure and sleep for a while. It's where we have met, and we look at each other, is it that there is no word about this benefit? β
Luo Hansheng took the folding fan on the stone table and shook it gently, "The Peony Pavilion" is a good play, the words are good, the main reason is that he likes the name tightly, "Soul Resurrection", the dead are always dead. Death still affects the living, as if they were not dead.
There are still many good stories waiting for him.
Yan'er, Yan'er, you have been living in the opera garden for so many years, but now it seems like a good thing. If it weren't for the exile in the opera garden and continuing to be the young lady of the family, I don't know how many pickled things I would have to see. These people who are close to the Son of Heaven, all of them are beautiful on the surface, and when they go to the kung fu on the surface, they are covered with layers of white bones and blood underneath.
The palace is a monster that eats people and does not spit out bones, but it is also a place where the deceit of the human heart is concentrated. If you don't want to be eaten by monsters, you can only become a monster yourself. Whatever it was.
"I've changed." Luo Hansheng laughed at himself.
"Little Five," he called.
"Yes."
"How is Miss Xiao Er doing?"
"Just like before, I stayed in my yard for a good time, raised a new pair of birds, and played with them all day long."
"Let her pack her things well and go to Jiangnan." Luo Hansheng shook the rocking chair, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Let Miss Xiao Er go to Jiangnan, this is ......," Xiao Wu hesitated, "How do you explain to the Xiao family?" β
"Pick a few powerful ones from the house and follow her to Jiangnan. Buy a larger house and ask a craftsman to build a beautiful garden. I just said that I had been sick, and I didn't want to give her too much illness, so I sent her to Jiangnan to recuperate. Chang'an City is about to change, so she better stay away. β