In March of the thirty-ninth year of Xuande, a sunny spring.

On both sides of the water, warblers fly long grass, flowers bloom, and blurry catkins flutter and hover like white butterflies.

On this breathtakingly beautiful morning, a piece of news shook Kyoto like thunder on the ground!

Princess Linchuan secretly promised that she would make a private lifelong agreement with a gentleman who was idle in the clouds and wild cranes in Xichu, and he would not marry!

The princess of the empire, whose beauty and talent coexist, should be the heir of the Men Lord's family; It is a brilliant man in Kyushu who is as dazzling as the sun; It is the prince of Western Chu who has no supreme guanhuan; It is a shocking Confucian student who meets once in a thousand years in Beiliang!

Instead of the so-called hermit who came out of the horns, the truly talented and learned heroes have long been famous.

"Never!"

This is almost the unanimous view of the government and the opposition.

The white jade chariot slowly drove into the Nine-Fold Palace, and a man in white clothes walked down.

In an instant, he became the focus of the imperial city's attention, which can be called the attention of all people.

The long hair is tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and the jade flute hangs from the waist, and he steps on the clogs.

At first glance, the powerful ministers even ignored the handsome and innocent faces.

It's so clean!

He is a self-sublimation clean that you will never forget at a glance, and his temperament is self-sublimating and clean with mud, like a clear stream in a turbid river.

"Your Highness."

Su Changfeng's voice was warm and magnetic, and he naturally stretched out his hand.

He took down Princess Linchuan in a gorgeous neon dress, and the two of them interlocked their fingers.

The magnates of the Manchu Dynasty looked at each other, and they could all detect the unbelievable in each other's eyes.

Princess Linchuan has repeatedly refused to marry, no matter who proposes to the royal family, she uses the word "roll" coldly.

Such a proud daughter of the sky, how can she like this?

It's ridiculous!

Subvert the imagination!!

Surrounded by the palace maids of the princess's mansion, the two headed towards the inner garden.

"You're a great pretender." Shang Yi's face was expressionless.

There was a cold touch on his fingers, and Su Changfeng replied indifferently:

"The test is yet to come."

Shang Yi said lightly:

"This palace hopes that you will restrain your emotions in front of your father, he said that he would not interfere in my marriage, but if you disagree with him, your career will be dusty from now on."

While talking, the two came to the magnificent Chengqian Palace, where there were many maids in the Quetai Jade Ladder Palace.

In the hall, there is a graceful and plump imperial concubine, wearing a delicate palace skirt with embroidered grass, her appearance is gorgeous and exquisite, and there are faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

She raised her eyebrows, her anger was uncontrollable, and she said in a long tone:

"The bright petals that grow on the cliff are actually picked by wild grasses, should this palace praise you for your discernment, or scold you for having no eyes?"

Unabashedly yin and yang.

She has reason to be angry!

The only daughter under her knees, she should have married a family of lords, and no matter how bad she was, she would have picked a stunning Tianjiao, at least she had something to show off in the palace.

It is said that it sounds good to be a gentleman who is idle and wild cranes, but it is difficult to listen to is a grass mustard without roots and no grass!

"Mother, he is the destined concubine of this palace, and he will not change by your will."

Princess Linchuan's tone was cold and irrefutable.

"What do you like about him? Stinky skin? The concubine was furious, and her chest swelled and fluctuated.

Shang Yi raised her chin slightly, trying to make her smile appear faint, and her voice was as gentle as possible:

"The throbbing at the beginning, just touching a look, has already caused ripples in the bottom of my heart."

Su Changfeng's face did not change, this sentence was temporarily taught by him in the chariot, and the other party said it very jerky and awkward.

Sensing the cold gaze cast, he approached the temple and said respectfully:

"See the concubine."

"This palace thinks you......" The graceful lady was unceremoniously.

Su Changfeng pretended to be embarrassed and smiled politely, he didn't come to please anyone, just make a gesture.

"Saint proclaimed!" There was a half-yin voice outside the hall.

Seeing Princess Linchuan pacing, the eunuch holding the dust in his hand smiled and said:

"Your Highness, the saint only summoned the son."

Shang Yi's beautiful jade cheeks had no mood fluctuations, but nodded coldly:

"Don't be inhibited, just have a normal audience."

Su Changfeng said "um", he heard the sound outside the strings, and he must refrain from it.

Two incense journeys, bypassing the labyrinthine complex inner garden, Su Changfeng followed the eunuch to a smoky Taoist temple, and the plaque carved and painted "Imperial Study" three big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

That's right, this is Emperor Xuande, who is obsessed with cultivation and has not touched women for ten years.

Looted countless people's fat and ointment, built Taoist temples all over the world, and proclaimed himself "Lingxiao Shangqing Feixuan Zhenjun", in a vain attempt to live forever and hold the imperial power.

"Childe, please." The eunuch made a gesture.

Su Changfeng's face was like a flat lake, and he slowly walked into the gray and hazy view, where the incense burner was full of ash, and a man sat cross-legged.

"Long live Your Majesty." He bowed his head slightly, and his expression was just the right amount of respect.

The middle-aged man is about fifty years old, his face is thin to sunken, three locks of long beard hang down to his chest, boxwood hairpins are pinned, and he is wearing a Xuan-colored Taoist robe embroidered with yin and yang gossip and tattooed "Tao Te Ching".

At the same time, there are five eunuchs with different appearances, an alchemy master with a fairy posture and a jade face, and a dwarf with a high cow heart.

"Ding!"

Emperor Xuande knocked the chime gently, his long narrow eyes were half-closed, and he said lightly:

"Why did Linchuan want you to be a colt? I have to give an answer after the third knock. ”

Su Changfeng barely thought about it, and said bluntly:

"The grass people have no power and no power, His Royal Highness is expressing his position to the government and the opposition, she has no intention of getting involved in the whirlpool of contention, she just wants to live her life in peace."

Reflected by candlelight, half of Emperor Xuande's face was hidden in the dark, his expression was indistinguishable from anger, and he said in a deep voice:

"You don't want to be a leader?"

"Yes." Su Changfeng answered, "I want to make some achievements and give His Highness a safe haven." ”

Emperor Xuande looked at him for a long time, showing an appreciative look:

"For the sake of the community, do not fight."

"For the family, fight."

"What I appreciate most about you is that I won't pretend to be confused."

After the words fell, he said as he pleased:

"Since he is a smart person, he is talented, and he will give me a pair of green words."

Su Changfeng stood facing the Dan furnace, Qingzi is a unique Taoist style, and he must behave amazingly.

A mediocre person with no background, it is difficult for martial arts to get on the stage, if there is no attractive talent, how to explain that the first beauty in Kyushu will "favor" him?

Although Linchuan was very adamant that the emperor would not interfere in her marriage, the only thing provided that he did not act too badly.

After thinking about it, Su Changfeng said in a low voice:

"From the water Xuangui Chu Xianrui, the yin number is nine, the yang number is nine, the number is ninety-nine, the number is eighty-one, the number is through the Tao, the Tao is the beginning of the Tianzun, and there is a sense of sincerity."

Suddenly, the national teacher and the dwarf stopped their movements almost at the same time and looked at each other.

Emperor Xuande leaned forward, listened with bated breath, and beckoned the eunuch with his left hand to fetch the red pen book and green rattan paper.

"Qishan Danfeng two auspicious, male six, female six, six six, thirty-six, sound in the sky, born Emperor Xuande, longevity!"

The warm voice fell, and Emperor Xuande chewed this green word couplet repeatedly, and suddenly his face was red and comfortable.

"Reward, big reward, Zhai Jiao is dedicated to the Heavenly Daojun!" He spread his arms, and his robes fluttered.

"Childe is talented." A handsome eunuch with long flowing hair paced over and handed over a talisman with a strange shape.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward." Su Changfeng took the talisman, it seemed to be freshly baked, and the handwriting on the talisman was not dry.

Emperor Xuande smiled and said loudly:

"Your Majesty?"

Su Changfeng showed a calm and decent smile and said softly:

"Father."

"The green words are very beautiful, I want to dedicate them to Daojun, and Changfeng will retreat for the time being."

"Yes."

Su Changfeng silently withdrew from the Taoist temple and returned to Chengqian Palace along the way he came.

Wouldn't it be cool to bear the infamy of king-killers and father-killers in the future?

He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself:

"I want to become a Buddha, but no one worships me, if I become a demon, the blood will flow like a river."

"Embrace a new life, and the next step is to stab a traitor."

Back to Chengqian Palace, the noble and elegant figure stood in the hall corridor and waited.

She watched the expressionless Su Changfeng walking over, and her phoenix eyes flickered a few times.

"How?"

Su Changfeng didn't speak.

Shang Yi's delicate eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he said coldly:

"You don't have the emperor's approval?"

After looking at each other for a long time, Su Changfeng blinked abruptly.

Shang Yi suddenly lowered her head and smiled, but unfortunately she quickly realized that she was smiling out of place, and regained her indifference.

It's just that the momentary style, like the colorful flowers in the ice and snow, feels beautiful just by looking at it.