Nightfall

"You have limited qualifications in spiritual practice, and you have little gain in Daoism in the past ten years. Your temperament is even more unsuitable for dealing with those military ministers in Chaotang. Naturally, Datang Guoshi cannot do it, and you are my disciple, and you have no country. Master ’s dazzling robe, those who offended the teacher before he was alive are afraid that it will be bad for you. "

Li Qingshan looked at his big disciple, his eyes full of worry and helplessness.

He Mingchi replied with his head down: "I really don't have much patience. I have also been accustomed to serving masters and uncles in the past few years, doing some things like files. If you die in the future, I will deal with the rest. Go to your grave to meditate on the Taoist method. You do n’t need to know how to live a few more years. "

"The miserable wind and bitter rain guard the lonely grave, which sounds too bleak."

Li Qingshan laughed loudly and immediately smiled. He looked at He Mingchi and said, "Your Majesty ordered you to supervise the study of the eldest prince. I know you have a good relationship with him. I hope this matter will cause you great trouble in the future. To deal with those possible troubles, I think there are some things you should prepare for in advance. "

Speaking of this section, his voice fell suddenly.

He Mingchi stunned slightly, moved his knee and moved forward two steps, listening to the words floating in his ears, the expression on his face became more and more tense, an incredible expression appeared in his eyes, and he looked up in surprise.

Li Qingshan looked at his apprentice and seriously told him: "At that time, I met your majesty and met at a fortune-telling booth outside Xiangfang, so as long as I don't wanton, my majesty will always allow me to play tricks. I hope you can also become The eldest prince ’s partner and even friend, so you and I have a mentoring and apprenticeship.

He Mingchi knelt down to the ground movingly, completely speechless.

Li Qingshan looked at him with compassion and said, "Go."

He Mingchi left.

Li Qingshan turned back and looked out the window, looking at the slowly falling snowflakes, silently thinking about his thoughts.

Everyone knows that although he is in a high position, he was born in the city and is a funny character who laughs and scolds. However, after sitting in the position of the Imperial State Master for so long, no matter how grass-rooted it is, he has to think about the major events in those temples.

He knew very well that whoever inherited the throne, as long as the academy kept the oath of not doing politics, then no one in the entire empire, no matter the military or the prime minister, was qualified to speak. That was a matter for your majesty.

If your majesty decides to be succeeded by the second prince, there will be nothing in the world.

If your majesty decides to be succeeded by the great prince, can the queen really be reconciled?

It has been so many years that Li Qingshan has never been able to understand why there is such a deep feeling between empresses, but he believes in his eyes and believes that the feelings between empresses are sincere. When your majesty is present, the queen will be willing to be in the deep palace Wash your hands and make soup, but after your majesty leaves?

He looked at the slowly falling snow outside the window and sighed softly. As the head of the southern gate of Haotian, did he really dare to look forward to the sage of the Devil Emperor of that year, thus letting go of the Tang Dynasty? authority?

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"Last month my uncle hosted a banquet in the house and wanted to introduce me to some North Korean and Chinese officials. As a result, three or four ministers heard that I would also go to the banquet. They turned back halfway and didn't come to see me! The day before yesterday, the woman was in the palace. A banquet was held in the hall. All the ministers with some faces sent their wives into the palace to welcome them. I think they even wished to send their own wives too! What are they thinking! Don't you know that I am the eldest son of the heir! "

In the secluded courtyard, a teenager wearing bright yellow clothes sat on a chair and scolded loudly at the snow falling in front of the court. The pale and tender face could no longer see the morbid dignity, only endless hatred and resentment.

Li Yu was sitting in the chair next to him, looking at Piao Xue, frowning at the words. She was a little disturbed by these recent incidents in Zhongzhong. At this time, she was displeased. Shen Sheng taught: "That is Our mother, what is that woman? It is even worse to criticize ministers so rudely! "

The young man dressed in Minghuang was naturally the great prince Li Hunyuan. He listened to his elder sister's reprimand, and his heart was slightly miserable, but he still held his head stubbornly and said: "Sister, we have only one mother, I don't think she is qualified to be ours After the motherhood, those ministers are very unbearable, but what do I say? "

Li Yu looked at his eyes and said solemnly: "As the heir to the Datang Empire, I don't know how many eyes peep at you in secret, so you should not pay attention to your words and deeds all the time."

Li Hunyuan sneered and said, "The problem is that the father emperor did not make me a prince."

"enough."

Li Yu frowned slightly and asked, "How did you study in Guozi Supervision recently?"

Li Hunyuan shrugged his shoulders, and his pale face showed an indifferent look: "The father emperor made He Mingchi stare at me every day. I didn't even want to skip school. You can rest assured. The university scholars now say that I am hardworking and hard to learn."

Li Yu looked at his expression as if it was not a fake, and felt a little better. He reminded: "He Mingchi is also in charge of the affairs of the Tianshu Department, and he has to stare at you to study. It is very hard work. You must not be angry at him. Body. "

Li Hunyuan wondered why she mentioned the matter suddenly, wondering: "I have a close relationship with Mingchi, and naturally I will not be angry with him indiscriminately, but sister, why are you so careful about this matter?"

Li Yuwang said to the snow falling in front of the courtyard slowly, "The college, the court and the Nanmen Temple finally reached a consensus a few days ago. Ning Que's accession to the WTO in the future will not directly serve as a teacher of the South Gate, but He Mingchi is a country The disciples are also very popular among the teachers of the country, which is crucial to our support from the south gate of Haotiandao. "

"Although I haven't asked, but with my relationship with Mingchi, I believe he will support us."

Li Hunyuan thought that if He Mingchi could inherit the influence of Li Qingshan in the south gate of Haotian Dao in the future, he could not sit in the position of the master of the country. The person in the future is afraid that it will be the key. I do n’t know what method to use to surrender him. "

Listening to this, Li Yu raised his eyebrows and reprimanded: "Tell you to be cautious. As a result, you dare to say anything! As a master disciple of a master, like anyone who is qualified to say surrender today!"

Li Hunyuan couldn't conceal his arrogance, and said contemptuously: "Even if it doesn't work now, when the younger brother I will sit on the dragon chair in the future, there will be countless masters at the Tianshu, and the military will have thousands of strong armor, are they afraid that he will not succeed?

Li Yu was angry and disappointed. He stared at him and said: "The Academy does not interfere with the politics of the government, and the Tang law is the first. That is the rule set by the Master, but this rule is not the court's ability to let them comply. If you want to be stable When you take the throne, you must remember that no matter before or after, you must maintain respect for the academy. I heard no! "

Li Hunyuan was shocked by the anger in her eyes, feeling cold, nodded subconsciously, and then held her hand gently to shake her, and said with a smile: "I know my sister, this day No one is qualified to tell the academy to surrender, but I believe you will be able to conquer Ningque. "

Listening to this, Li Yu remembered the fire on the journey, the story beside the fire, and the teenager carrying three knives, who could not help laughing at himself, and said lightly, "I don't have that skill."

At this moment, Grandma came forward and said softly, "The little county king is awake. Miss Sang Sang told him two stories, and he was taking him over at this time."

Li Yu glanced at his younger brother and said, "You go back to the palace first, and carefully check your homework at night."

Li Hunyuan puzzled and said, "What would you fear if you stayed again? The father and emperor never objected to our sister and brother being close."

Li Yu frowned, but said helplessly: "Your temper is too stinky, it's better to avoid it. Sang Sang's girl looked at her temperament. In fact, her heart is like a mirror. Your boring thoughts in your heart can't be concealed from her."

Li Hunyuan grinned angrily, and said, "But it's just a little maid, even want me to avoid her?"

Li Yu also lazily explained to him, picked him up directly from the chair, summoned the **** serving in the palace, and urged everyone to **** him back to the palace.

Looking at the bright yellow back that disappeared at the stone gate of the garden, she couldn't help but shook her head, thinking that although her younger brother had become more successful in more than a year, after all, she was young and there were still many things she couldn't understand.

Sang Sang is indeed just a very ordinary or even lowly maid. His status is certainly far from that of the Datang prince. However, Li Yu knows that this little maid is the key to conquer Ningqiao and get close to the academy.

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The Xiu pen rested on the inkstone. Li Yu looked at the small script he wrote and turned to ask, "How is my writing written? Can it catch your eyes?"

Sang Sang shook his head and said, "I don't know how good or bad the words are. I just think they look pretty as long as they are clean."

Where Li Yu was willing to believe, said with a smile: "Your young master is one of the most famous book writers in the world. How can you not be good at literacy after you have followed him for so many years? How do you praise him in the middle of the night? "

Sang Sang opened his bright willow eyes and said seriously: "The words written by the young master are naturally good, no need to think about words."

Li Yupin said what she said, and it became more and more interesting to the master and servant. He quipped: "In your eyes, it's best to do what the guy lacks. I really don't know how the two of you can get along with each other. It looks like he has been away from Chang'an for some days now, are you still used to it? Did you miss him at night? "

Since Weicheng returned to Chang'an City, Sang Sang often met with Li Yu. Her Royal Highness Princess Tang and the little maid had a little affection. They didn't pay much attention to status and respect. Just listening to this sentence, Sang Sang probably had some Ashamed, he twitched his temper rarely, turned around coldly, and ignored her.

Li Yu smiled. She knew that this kind of joke came occasionally during the conversation in order to narrow the psychological distance between the two. The little maid seemed to be ashamed, but she should actually rejoice in the hidden meaning in this joke. It is.

It's just that Sang Sang is still young, and it's probably not clear what this emotion is, and he doesn't even know why he is upset, not in Chang'an City's Ning Que, which is obviously in this state of ignorance.

Sang Sang stood by the court, looking at the snow outside, and his slender back in the background of the snow, forming a moving picture that was lonely with some hope.

Li Yujing looked at the picture quietly, and placed the back of Ning Que in his mind next to the little maid, and found that the picture was instantly rich and harmonious, and there was no place where there was no harmony.

She sighed in silence, dispelling the envy and regret that had arisen unreasonably in her mind, thinking of a certain Chun news, and asked softly, "I heard that you have recently taken in a lonely old man in Laobi Zhai?"

Sang Sang slightly stunned, turned around and nodded.

Li Yu looked at her little black and thin face, and there was a pity of love in her heart, earnestly reminded: "Although Chang'an City is too peaceful, there are people watching over the shop, but this kind of thing should still be careful."

Sang Sang felt the concern and affection between His Highness's words and consoled seriously: "It's okay, he's honest."

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Turning hands into clouds, covering hands with rain, and leading the blood case of the two Chuns in the world more than ten years ago, the holy bright priests stained with the blood of hundreds of thousands of innocent people can be described honestly. This is worth thinking. problem.

But Lao Bi Zhai is really fine. Before the departure of Bai Ning from Changan, he asked for it countless times. Today, Lin 47 Lane seems to be as noisy and noisy as usual. In fact, the guards in the palace often come to secretly inspect, and the government of Chang’an House patrols five times every day. Above, the people of Yulong Gang never left, from the early morning to the evening uninterrupted protection. Today, in addition to the Royal Palace in Chang'an City, probably this humble alley is the safest.

It ’s amazing that no matter whether Ouchi guards, Chang’an House or the Yulong Gang, who ruled the underground world of Chang’an City, these days have been carrying out another order. They are looking for an old man, but no one will think that they are looking for The old man is in the bookstore that they focus on.

In the evening, Sang Sangming remembered the old man's problem of eating and came back from the princess' house in advance.

She took out the key, opened the door, and walked to the patio. The old man squatted down next to the stove to prepare hot leftovers. She could not help frowning, and opened the food box brought back from the princess's house, saying, "Eat this."

She tried to let the old man cook a few days ago, and then looked at the black carbon-fired rice and half-empty wood pile by the stove that night. She decided to save rice and dry wood and never to do this again in the future. try.

Just as the young and old were preparing for dinner, a knock on the door came from the front.

Sang Sang got up to open the door, suddenly thought of a thing, bowed his head to hold the bowl to continue eating.

The old man came to understand, dusted a grain of rice on the front of the cotton-padded jacket, and stood up honestly to open the door.

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The door of Laobi Zhaipu opened, and a monk stood next to it.

The monk was very young, dressed in a ragged monk's robe, his brows were bright, and he was quite out of this world.

The monk found that it was the old man who opened the door ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was very surprised and said, "I am not looking for you."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned back and said, "It's yours."

Sang Sang walked over with his rice bowl and watched the young monk frowning for a moment, remembering that when Ning Que climbed into the second floor, he had seen this man on the meadow outside the gate of the college.

The monk saw Sang Sang's little black face, his eyes suddenly lighted up, and his voice shook with excitement: "Beautiful girl, the monk Wu Dao finally found you. These days, I have written a few new poems for you. "

"You are the flower on the stone cliff, wait for me to pick it, you are the fish in the lake, the net woven with water and grass, you are the biggest obstacle on the way to the other shore, I am willing to snuggle You will not leave ... "

Sang Sang listened to words like flowers and fish and glanced at the yellow croaker in the bowl.

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