After a while, a babbling sound floated from the porcelain street to the south. An old horse dragged the prisoner cart, and a man stood in the prisoner cart, looking at the onlookers with a smile on his face, smiling and greeting, if his hands were not fixed to the flail, he would have raised his hands. He didn't seem to go to the execution ground in the North Gate Urn City, but to go to a house to drink a happy wine. From the whispers of the people, he heard reluctance and regret.

Xiao Yao asked Debao: "Do you know him?" ”

Debao sighed: "His name is Ye Zhongwen, the recorder in the Xiangyang Palace, as a small official with two sleeves and a breeze, he is worth half his life." ”

Behind the prisoner car was a beautiful girl, wearing a pink women's dress, with a circle of wooden flail on her hands and neck, her face was like a spring moon, her eyes were like cold stars, her lips were like peach blossoms that were about to bloom, there was a wisp of stubbornness at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were like Qingtan in late autumn, and the girl kept looking at the white marble statue of Mrs. Han on the head of Mrs. Chengcheng, as if she was trying to remember something.

The girl looked at the tortured and skinny back in the prison car in front of her, and tears quietly slipped down. All this was seen by Xiao Yao, who was standing on the side of the street, and his heart seemed to be poked by something.

Han Debao put his mouth to Xiao Yao's ear, and the voice almost came out of his stomach: "Ye Lushi was dissatisfied with the king of Xiangyang monopolizing the military and political power of Xiangyang City, and he did evil, so he couldn't hold back when he was drinking at home, and he said a few words, which led to the disaster of killing." Xiangyang City is full of Xiangyang King Li Zhongxian's eyes and ears, his daughter Ye Chuchu will be sent to Qingyun Building, Ye Chuchu is quick to think seven steps into poetry and ten steps into Fu, although he suffered misfortune, he was out of the boudoir, and you and I will have the opportunity to kiss Fangze in the future. ”

Xiao Yao looked at his dress: "Can poor Confucian students like us go to this kind of place?" ”

"You are the number one talent in Xiangyang, who can you do it?"

Xiao Yao followed the direction of Debao's hand, looking at the towering Qingyun Tower on the north side of the city wall, there was a demonic aura under the sunset, and he felt that this time it was worth the trip to enter Guxiangyang through time and space.

At sunset, Xiao Yao followed Han Debao out of the city gate and walked to the Han River. As soon as the two of them got on the boat, huge raindrops fell from the sky, splashing poignantly.

The meeting hall of Xiangyang Royal Mansion in the south of the city. Li Zhongxian sat on the carved dragon chair in the center of the council hall, behind which there was a huge landscape painting of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the civil and military officials were lined up on the left and right, all of them with low eyebrows and smiling with a smile. Li Zhongxian was wearing a golden silk dragon royal uniform, wearing a golden silk head, and his whole body exuded a natural anger.

"How's the new palace going?" An official knelt on the ground and said: "The white marble collected from Yanbei, the strange stones from Taihu Lake, the giant wood from the Xiaoxing'an Mountains, and the porcelain from the Jingdeguan kiln have all been secretly recovered, and the necessary people have sent them from the state capitals, and the rammed earth project has been completed." ”

Li Zhongxian's tense face nodded slightly, and the official peeked at it with the corner of his eye, and he inevitably felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, which was the biggest reward. Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, the emperor is in Chang'an, which is thousands of mountains and rivers away, and this brother who was sealed by Emperor Xuanzong is the real king here. Xuanzong's mother, Concubine Dou, has always been very fond of his younger brother, even if there is any wind blowing from Xiangyang to Xuanzong's ears, it can only be regarded as the wind passing through his ears, after all, Dou is still there.