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"I knew he was going to be against it. 【Latest chapter reading. 】”

Li Ce spoke to himself, Chu Qiao didn't make a sound, she knew that he didn't need someone to answer now, all he needed was someone who was willing to listen quietly.

"I've been waiting for him for many years, but I also have a glimmer of hope, hoping that he won't want to reverse on a whim."

Li Ce laughed at himself, raised his head and drank a glass of water and wine, turned his head and smiled at Chu Qiao: "Do you know, Li Luo has not been as smart as me since he was a child, and his military law and martial arts are not as good as mine, but his poetry and writing are better than me." When he was a child, he said that he hoped that when he grew up, he could summon the world's learned Confucians, find a beautiful place to open a mansion, and compile the most detailed Simon canon. ”

His brow curled slightly, and the moonlight trickled through the veiled panes and sprinkled on his handsome cheeks. He said quietly: "Actually, he doesn't know that I have established a library of classics for him in Anqing since the day I ascended the throne as the crown prince, but unfortunately, after Fu'er died, I never had the opportunity to talk to him." ”

His brows suddenly furrowed tightly, and his voice also carried a hint of secret hatred, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You say he, why do you have to do it?" ”

The wine cup snapped and shattered in half, and the sharp jade pierced into his tiger's mouth, and bright red blood splattered out, like a gorgeous begonia.

Chu Qiao suddenly remembered that many years ago, in this palace, under the sycamore in the autumn night, a man in a green shirt stood there quietly, and said to her with a soft look in his eyes: "I am King Luo. ”

Vaguely, in the dusty corner, there is a wind gently blowing the waves of time, and the time goes back to many, many years ago, there were three young children who used to frolic and run on this empty hall, and their laughter was like a smoke wind in June, blowing through the thick fog of this cold and lonely palace, blowing through this unpredictable and gloomy imperial mansion......

"Fu'er, I said that I would be my daughter-in-law today, he was the day before yesterday, and it was my turn today."

"I don't want it!"

"Why? Your words don't count! ”

"Just don't!"

"Hmph, I told my father that I will marry you now."

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it!"

"Ahh Dead girl, how do you bite? ”

"Alright, you two don't make a fuss, it's time to go to the study for class."

"Brother Luo, the prince bullied me."

"What brother? I want to call Uncle Huang! Uncle Huang, Fu'er is sick and bites people indiscriminately, I have to go to the infirmary to find a doctor, and I can't go to class today. ”

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The night is as cool as water, and the flashy light and shadow of the past gradually dissipate, leaving only a shallow clear glow. The cold moon is like frost, and the flat ground is cold at first, but in such a hot summer, the skin arouses a fine tingle, and the wind climbs up the back, and finally entrenches in the mind, sowing a luxurious decadence.

Li Ce drank too much wine, his back was thin, and he walked out of the door of Mi Heju crookedly.

Little by little, it disappeared into the moonlight of the sycamore.

Chu Qiao stood in front of the window, looking at him who was gradually leaving, only to feel that his heart was empty, like a broken ice lake.

The struggle for imperial power has always been cruel and bloody, either you die or I die.

Just like between Yanbei and Great Xia, it cannot be reconciled.

She suddenly remembered Yan Xun and how he felt when he killed Mr. Wu and the others.

The situation may be slightly different, but in the end it is just a struggle for power. Now Li Ce will be sad and sad about the death of King Luo, so at this moment, Yan Xun will regret what he did that day?

The desperate roar before his death and the last screams of the Xishuo army on the bank of the Hanshui River merged little by little, like a sharp roar, turning the river and the sea in his mind.

The edifice of power rises little by little, and after all, only one person can step on it, and before that, thousands of people will fall down and build the cornerstone of progress.

There are a few faint water stains on the ebony table, there is no wine aroma, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it shimmers with a crystal color.

"There is a string of wind chimes there, which are covered by dust, and if the girl has time, she might as well let the palace people clean it. The autumn breeze is cool and the bell is crisp, which is very pleasant. ”

A faint voice sounded in my head.

Chu Qiao walked over slowly, stretched out his fingers, and gently touched the string of wind chimes. Listening to a snort, the silk thread hanging the wind chimes suddenly broke, and the whole string of wind chimes suddenly fell, and fell into the Taiqing pool below, smashing out a white splash and a circle of rolling ripples. On August 20, 780, Li Luobing, the king of Meishan Luo, was defeated and died in Handshui. On September 11 of the same year, Li Luo's three sons and two daughters were beheaded in Meishan Wutong Terrace, and the twenty-one powerful generals under the seat were tragically beheaded. General Xu Su personally supervised the beheading, and after a piece of paper order was thrown away, there were dozens of ownerless ghosts.

That day, Mei Xiang came in from outside the hall, and a few snow-white petals fell on her body, looking a little stunned. Qiu Sui called her a few times before she reacted and muttered, "I just heard that King Luo's side concubine Xu has been found." ”

Xu's? Xu Su's sister Xu Peining?

Qiu Sui hurriedly patted his chest and said: "I can be regarded as found, I heard that General Xu Su lost his father and mother when he was young, and there is only such a sister who depends on each other for his life, and he loves this sister very much, and now he has made great contributions to His Majesty, if Miss Xu suffers miserably, it will be a pity." ”

Mei Xiang frowned slightly, her expression seemed to be shrouded in a faint layer of green smoke, and the thin high candle on her back as thick as her forearm emitted a bright light, illuminating her face with a hint of paleness. She lowered her voice, her voice was shrill and deep, "I heard that I found it on Luofu Mountain, and I hung it on a dead tree in Luofu Mountain, and both legs were taken by wild wolves." ”

Qiu Sui screamed "ah" when he heard it, and his face turned white in an instant.

Chu Qiao's heart was cold, and a trace of chill surged up from the bottom of his heart, like a milky cigarette in an incense burner, circling carefully and tossing leisurely.

The moonlit night is cold, and the singing and dancing in the Roufu Hall are rising again, and the silk and bamboo are prosperous. Mrs. Ziming is now a concubine Rou, and has become the most powerful and highest-ranking woman among Li Ce's concubines, she was diagnosed as pregnant by the Tai Hospital a few days ago, and in two days, she will go to the palace outside the palace to raise the baby.

This long night, in the hustle and bustle, but there is a dead silence, so long.

In this way, another half a month passed, summer turned to autumn, and after a few cool rains, the air became cold and humid. The summer lotus is scattered, a black lotus leaf on the Taiqing Pond, and now in the Jinwu Palace, no one will have the mood of leading a pool of hot springs to stay in the flowering period.

The southwest experienced a great turmoil, Xuefu City was close to Meishan, and the student inn carefully managed by Chu Qiao was also destroyed in the war, leaving a broken wall in ruins. Mei Xiang, Jingjing and the others couldn't help but feel a little more sad when they heard it, Li Ce said that they could rebuild it for her, but Chu Qiao lost interest, after all, this Simon, she won't live for long.

Chu Qiao stayed in Jinwu Palace like this, day by day, watching the sunlight across the vermilion window lattice, waiting for another day to come.

She rarely saw Li Ce, after the incident of King Luo, although Bian Tang's military strength was lost, but the southwest clan was eliminated, but the treasury was full and thriving. Li Ce seems to have changed his temperament and become extremely busy, even the singing and dancing of the harem has not been heard for a long time.

Autumn is in full swing, light and shadow are floating, and another two months have passed quietly. Chu Qiao got up early in the morning and pushed open the window, only to see a thin layer of snow outside, and a few sycamore trees outside the window had accumulated a layer of white trees. Living in the school, it has been a long time since I have seen snow, Mei Xiang and the others are very happy to see it, and Jingjing takes a group of little palace maids out to play, wearing a red satin cloak, looking cute and cute.

Zhuge Yue's letter has arrived again, in the past few months, because of the impact of the Bian Tang War, Li Ce's pressure on the Great Xia Border Pass has been greatly reduced, giving Zhao Yang a chance to breathe. Last month, Zhao Yang drove the southern army to quietly enter the Xida Camp thirty miles outside Zhenhuang City under the pretext of training. At that time, there was a snowstorm in Hudi in the north, Zhao Che went to Beihu, not in Kyoto, Zhuge Yue immediately took 5,000 Qinghai guards to the west camp, and confronted Zhao Yang for more than three hours.

If Wei Shuye hadn't arrived in time, it was very likely that there would have been a big mess.

When he sent the letter, he didn't mention it at all, Chu Qiao only learned about it from the mouth of Tieyou's guard, thinking of the danger of confronting the 30,000 southern army with 5,000 men and horses, she only felt a trace of fine beads of sweat on her back.

Emperor Xia's time is running out, and he has not been to court for more than two months. The struggle for imperial power in Great Xia is intensifying, and if you are not careful, you are in danger of defeat. When Chu Qiao has nothing to do, he will also go to the Buddhist hall and copy two volumes of "The Sutra of Peace" and "The Sutra of Lan Zhi", one is to pass the time, the other is to have inner peace, and the third is because there are people in his heart who want to bless.

The sandalwood curling on the Buddha hall, through the swirling smoke, looking at the solemn Buddha statue, Chu Qiao suddenly remembered the Tang Dynasty Empress who only had one side. In the afternoon of that day, she woke up in her sleep, and the gentle woman looked at her quietly, and told her very quietly that she wanted her to persuade Li Ce not to tear down this Buddhist hall to worship the Buddha Huanxi.

At that time, Li Ce was still the prince of the Tang Dynasty, but now, he is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Qiu Sui is now the aunt in charge of Mi Heju, the little girl has grown up in the palace since she was a child, her ears and eyes are clear, and she knows the autumn leaves, she looks at Chu Qiao suspiciously from time to time, frowns and said softly: "I saw the girl this time, and I feel that the girl has something more than last time." ”

Chu Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Oh? What's more? ”

Qiu Sui smiled lightly, holding a horn comb through Chu Qiao's black hair from top to bottom, and said quietly: "Last time the girl returned from Yanbei, the whole person was like a residual lotus at the end of summer, but now, it is winter. ”

"Really?" Chu Qiao turned his head sideways, his white fingers passed through the thick hair, and his face in the mirror was like the willows on the shore of the lake that had survived the cold winter, and the fierce color in his eyes was no longer there, as if the ten years of the horse were just a moon and a mirror. Now she lives in Jinwu Palace, waiting patiently, the years are like water, and finally gave her a few wisps of peaceful time.

At the end of the year, she met He Xiao once.

The winter wind is steep, she is wearing a silver-tipped fur fur cloak, and when she and Mei Xiang passed by the Baizhe Pavilion of Shanglin Garden, they happened to meet He Xiao who had just come out of the Yixin Palace.

He is now the commander of the military department of Bian Tangnan's battalion, and his official residence is of three grades, which is quite important to Li Ce. It's this harem, and it's often in and out.

Since Chu Qiao didn't say goodbye, they were reunited for the first time, and when they first met, both of them couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. He Xiao's lips moved for a moment, as if he wanted to call an adult, but after all, the words were still on his lips, and he called out in a low voice: "Miss Chu." ”

Chu Qiao waved his subordinates, only took Mei Xiang, and went to Baizhe Pavilion.

He Xiao was wearing a navy blue court dress, calm and handsome, with a charm and demeanor that had been tempered through hardships on his face.

Mei Xiang stood outside the pavilion. The wind blew the hem of Chu Qiao's cloak, fluttering lightly, like a wisp of green smoke. She didn't speak for a long time, just stood against the wind, the pavilion was very high, and below was the outlet of Taiqing Pond, which was also repaired into a living water, and the clear water flowed and made a gurgling sound. He Xiao's voice sounded behind him, quietly and unfazed.

"It's windy here, and the girl is weak, so let's go back early."

"Isn't the wind in Yanbei stronger?" Chu Qiao turned his head, his face was very calm, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light, making it impossible to see through, "He Xiao, are you blaming me?" ”

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