Xihuan Building

Thousands of lights on the corridor are shining, shining in the building as if it were day. The flowers and trees in the corridor are glorious, and the wine seat is full. Downstairs, there are 180 tables and stools, plates, pots, pots, and bowls, all of which are made of silverware. Upstairs, the bead curtain is embroidered, and more than a dozen girls in gauze clothes can be seen unevenly, wearing apricot blossom crowns, or leaning or sitting on the side of the trunk, the sound of warblers and swallows, like the people in the painting.

Seeing the guests coming to the door, the women upstairs were bold and laughing, and the "brother" and "son" were screaming all over the place.

It was also the first time to come to Xihuanlou, and I had never seen such a battle, and in the end I was all red.

After Mao Zhilan was carried by the ghost through several mysterious paths, he finally lost his direction completely. Obviously, they avoided the road that the delightful guests traveled, and they saw all kinds of female singers who frequently came and went, either holding the pipa or holding the piano and flute. The women nodded respectfully when they saw the spirit.

It didn't take long to arrive at a Qingya pavilion. The green bamboo is rampant, the dew is shining, there is an ink landscape hanging in the pavilion, and the Fuxi Suqin is under the window. Mao Zhilan looked at the most conspicuous place in the pavilion, and what was hung was a robe wearing a bewitching red makeup, showing the woman's delicate figure vividly and vividly, but unfortunately he couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

The boy was facing a portrait on the wall, some of which were full of deep affection.

Mao Zhilan glanced at the young man's sky-blue delicate robe and the jade pendant he wore around his waist, and knew who this person was.

Mao Zhilan knelt down in front of the young man, "Mao Zhilan, meet the emperor."

Jun Wuchen turned around and brushed his sleeves and said, "How do you know it's me?"

"It's not a secret, when you were still the prince before, you had seen it from afar" More than five years have passed, maybe the emperor doesn't remember him for a long time.

After being quiet for a long time, Jun Wuchen said, "Get up." ”

Mao Zhilan stood up and stared at his tiptoes.

There are signs of uneasiness in the DPRK. All I heard was about the game between the new emperor and the old ministers. Many old ministers relied on the old and sold the old to the new emperor, and Yun Xiang has always been in a decent manner, Guo Po has helped the new emperor to ascend the throne but has become more and more arrogant, and even refuted the new emperor's edict in court and refused to implement it. And the new emperor actually compromised. The courtiers said that the new emperor was benevolent and cowardly, and Guo Po was in the limelight for a while.

Mao Zhilan suddenly felt that he understood why the emperor had Guo Po's incriminating evidence in his hand and kept moving.

The hidden dragon is in the abyss, and he is just waiting for a suitable moment.

It is indeed not an easy thing to move Guo Po. Guo Po's party is full of power and intertwined, and it is in this way that he protects himself.

Mao Zhilan said in a steady tone, "Guo Poyang is against the yin, and he is like this on my pilgrimage, and he still wants to cover the sky with one hand." If Mao is sincere to the emperor, I hope that the emperor can wish Mao a certain arm? Since he is already in danger, he can only make a desperate bet.

How could such a person be willing to be the head of the Mao family?

Jun Wuchen will not be mistaken, there is a storm in his eyes, and in his chest, there is ...... Ambition?

Jun Wuchen thought of the previous incident, and looked at Mao Zhilan with a smile, "It's you." ”

Mao Zhilan understood, took a step back quietly, and said with a smile: "It's a trivial matter, don't worry about it."

glanced at him meaningfully, "Do you know that you are in a desperate situation, and the future is precarious."

There was a faint tide in Mao Zhilan's chest, and he didn't want to retreat, "seeking wealth and danger, and being fearless".

Jun Wuchen looked up to the sky and laughed, and strode away with his hands.