"It's dark, I'm hungry, I'm going to eat, Aiqing doesn't have to thank me anymore and don't have to say it anymore."

Let's go......

"Wechen retired."

Chu Jiujiu looked at the figure of Emperor Ci getting farther and farther away, patted his chest, leaned against the door of the palace, and let the wind blow dry the cold sweat soaked in his forehead and back.

She just thinks that no matter where she is now, as long as she can take a break, it is a very luxurious thing.

In the dormitory, the strong smell of aphrodisiac incense was too pungent for she to smell again.

——

On the other side, Emperor Ci quickly took a long sword with black and red spikes from the armory and returned to Qingya Garden.

Looking at the sword, the corners of Di Ci's mouth rose slightly.

It was his deceased father, who gave him a birthday gift when he was five years old, and it was finally returned to his hands.

He turned around and walked lightly, fell to the large open space under the ginkgo tree, drew his sword, his eyes were instantly dyed with coldness, his eyebrows were lightly raised, the sword drove his whole body, and his body was dashing.

With the cool breeze that slowly hit in the night, the long sword let out a long roar, like the excitement of seeing his master again after many years of absence.

The falling ginkgo leaves were torn in half in the air, and the emperor pointed his fingers against the long sword, and a pair of peach blossom eyes under the dark light carried the joy of being lost and regained.

"Master, Master Fu has been waiting in the lobby for a long time."

Mo Li was dressed in a yellow shirt, standing at the arch of Qingyayuan early in the morning, watching his master dance the sword heartily.

It's been too long since I've seen my master, and I'm so happy that I can't bear to come forward and disturb me.

The emperor's eyes were cold, "Okay, I'll go over." ”

"Put it away."

Mo Li took the long sword handed over by Emperor Ci with both hands.

Looking at the back of the emperor, I don't know when I will be able to catch up with my master, and I should barely be able to compare it in my life.

"Master Fu."

I saw that in the antique lobby, all of them revealed the elegance of the breeze.

Fu Qingsi, who was over half a hundred years old, sat at the sandalwood table on the side, sipping tea, and when she heard the voice of the emperor, she immediately put down the tea cup and greeted her respectfully, but there was a complaint in her eyes.

"Lord Wang, come late at night and bother."

"No need to be polite, you must have something very important to come, please say it."

Emperor Ci raised Fu Qingsi's hand with one hand, and then walked straight to the position on the other side, pouring tea.

"Lord Wang, your majesty is incompetent today, the people are displaced, and some of the refugees in Heyue City have disappeared mysteriously, and it is very likely that they were solved by Yong'an Hou, and if this continues, there will only be more and more deaths."

The more Fu Qingsi spoke, the more angry she became, and even began to dance.

"Lord Wang, didn't you recruit the old ministers just to seize the throne so that you could continue the prosperity of the Great Jiang Kingdom of the previous dynasty?"

"Now, we all support you, and I implore the prince to lead us to kill this unscrupulous empress with our own hands."

As she spoke, in the deep ravines in the corners of Fu Qingsi's eyes, there were old tears one after another, which made people moved.

Emperor Ci's father, Emperor Linfeng, was a general who was deeply loved by the people in the former dynasty and won the favor of His Majesty Cangyan, and his mother was the pearl of the Feng family of the first merchant in the south of the Yangtze River.

Emperor Linfeng fought in Liangzhou, charged into battle, but fell into the trap of the enemy country, and died without a body, when the emperor was only five years old.

In order to protect this pair of orphans and widows, and also to make amends, Cangyan promised his most precious daughter Liuyu to Emperor Ci early in the morning, so that he could rely on it.

And Emperor Ci's mother Fengxi has been crazy since then, when Emperor Ci was ten years old, Fengxi wore a red suit, danced a song with a sword, and jumped down from the Liangzhou City Tower.

Fu Qingsi was the only one who survived the battle of Liangzhou.

Three thousand soldiers, in the end is just a piece of loess, Fu Qingsi lives alone, the emperor does not believe it, has been secretly investigating, but he is dedicated to the country and the people, and what he does is good, and he has not found anything for the time being.

A small part of the other ministers who supported the emperor's resignation were remnants of the previous dynasty, and some of them were all because of the emperor's resignation, who was righteous and awe-inspiring, serving the country and the people.

"Seven days, wait for my news in seven days."

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When night fell, the hazy moonlight gave the red bricks and green tiles in the palace a hint of coolness.

Chu Jiujiu changed out of the phoenix robe soaked in cold sweat, and put on a pink tunic gauze skirt, the waist rope tail pendant, two pieces of gold foil feathers, the night was a little cold, she took a white magnolia flower and draped it.

He withdrew all the minions and walked towards the Ruxian Palace.

Such as the fairy hall.

Lu Sheng's residence is only ten meters away from Chu Jiu's dormitory.

Chu Jiuyue's originally excited footsteps suddenly slammed.

Antique like the fairy hall, surrounded by a sky-blue veil, as clean as dust, elegant.

I saw Lu Sheng kneeling on the ground, shrunk into a small ball of cyan, and under the background of the flames ignited in the copper basin, Lu Sheng's handsome face, bloodless, like a lonely ghost and a wild ghost, there to pay tribute to the dead.

"Deer deer." Chu Jiujiu remembered that today was the sixth day of the sixth month of June, the day when the Lu family in Jiangnan was exiled, that is, on that day, he became a lonely person.

"Your Majesty." Lu Sheng felt the hand attached to Chu Jiu on his back, his body trembled, and his knees moved to the side.

"Your Majesty, you promised Lusheng that you can pay tribute."

Lu Sheng's eyes were red, and just by raising his eyes, Chu Jiujiu's nose couldn't help but feel a little sour.

Lu Sheng should have been the most favored little boy, a sunny boy, but at this moment he was praying for himself with the most humble gesture.

This opportunity to pay tribute was bought by himself from the original owner.

Chu Jiujiu looked at the thin and boneless Lu Sheng in front of him, and really didn't know how he could withstand the two hundred whips.

"Lulu, I'll take you somewhere, okay?"

Chu Jiujiu helped Lu Sheng up, draped the white magnolia flower on his body on him, and carefully helped him tie it.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"You'll find out later."

Then she picked up the dark paper on the side, took Lu Sheng's hand, and ran towards the westernmost side.

Four hundred meters west from the Ruxian Palace, there is a clear river, the river leads to the center of the capital, named Biluo.

"That's it, Lulu, you will pay tribute here in the future." Chu Jiu pointed to the blue fall full of lanterns, and a pair of eyes were amber in the soft light of the lanterns, bright and moving.

"Your Majesty, this is Biluo, only a person of noble status can pay tribute to the dead here, and the deer is terrified."

"My deer is the most noble person, I allow you to pay tribute here, your identity is given to you by me, and you are not allowed to feel inferior."

No matter how bright it is, it can't match the faint light in Lu Sheng's eyes at this moment, which is touching.

"Lu Sheng thanked Your Majesty."

Chu Jiujiu picked up the dark paper on the side and folded it, and said softly: "The world says that the boat can send thoughts, send people, give, say what you want to say to it, your relatives can definitely hear it." ”

Lu Sheng felt a little ridiculous in his heart, if it weren't for her, how could he be displaced, and his relatives would not have been bullied by those officers and soldiers on the way to exile, and there would be no corpses.

"Your Majesty, Lusheng has already been paid tribute today, and Your Majesty is concerned."

"I think you're hungry too, Lusheng has prepared dinner for you in the room."

"It's cold at night, let's go back."

Chu Jiujiu took back the paper boat handed out, bent over and put it into Biluo, the water was rippling, and she felt distressed: "Lulu, I'm sorry." ”