Your Majesty has a white moonlight

The most indispensable thing in the capital is gossip, and any slight disturbance can cause waves.Now the influence of the Liu case in the officialdom has roughly come to an end. No matter how turbulent the tide is, no matter which party is affected by what, at least the turmoil caused by this incident on the bright side has calmed down a little.

The folks, however, are different.Such a big case came out, and the case was so bizarre that it has not been investigated so far. Of course, everyone is talking about it.The storyteller in the teahouse has told more than a dozen versions of this matter, from Liu Changcheng's studies as a young man, to his passing the Jinshi examination, to how he operated secretly, and he was greedy for 10 taels of silver.

When Yan Qinghe was free, he heard people talking about it, and he thought it was really fun.But everyone doesn't really want to know the truth, just some stories to pass the time, so the more bizarre the arrangement, the better. Anyway, most people don't have any interests in it, just listen to it for fun.

Apart from the books of sages and sages he read when he was young, apart from the turmoil and intrigue in the officialdom, apart from the numerous official duties and the impending performance appraisal, Yan Qinghe also needs a little entertainment occasionally.Especially these legends, most of which I know some inside information, but listening to the bystanders analyze and guess based on clues, it is not interesting.

Today he heard people talking about Wang Xiang's deeds when he was young, and suddenly he heard someone say: "Have you all gone to Fengqi Mountain to see flowers?"

The name Fengqi Mountain is magnificent, but it is just a small mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. It has beautiful scenery and is a place where people in the capital often go for outings.

Someone asked: "It's the season, where can I see flowers?"

The man seemed to have heard some strange talk, and asked back: "Brother, haven't you heard of it? There is a crabapple in Fengqi Mountain that is blooming now, so many people have come to see this spectacle."

Yan Qinghe was also surprised to hear it.He has been to Fengqi Mountain many times, and he is familiar with the old Taoists on the mountain. He has never heard of such a thing, but he has some thoughts about visiting Fengqi Mountain in autumn.

The conversation over there became lively again. Some people said that it was not a crabapple flower, but that it looked similar, but it was actually a strange flower that no one recognized.Some people argue whether the abnormal blooming of this flower is a good omen or a bad omen.

One person said: "Don't you remember? There was such a thing in Pingzhou that year, but there was a flood in the next year."

Someone quickly retorted: "The capital city is under the feet of the emperor, can it be the same as Pingzhou? Brother Li's words mean that the capital city will also suffer disaster?"

"I didn't say that," the man called Brother Li replied, "However, natural disasters and man-made disasters are unknown..."

The topic turned back to man-made disasters, and a few scholars pointed out the situation in the officialdom in the capital, analyzed it logically, and even had a dispute.Yan Qinghe didn't want to listen anymore, but really started planning to go to Fengqi Mountain to see it.

He also visited Fengqi Mountain in autumn before. The autumn leaves on the mountain are colorful and beautiful.But now it is late autumn, the scenery is much more bleak, and there are fewer tourists.

However, thinking that there should be more people coming to join in the fun these days, Yan Qinghe chose to go when there were few people.There is a gymnasium in the middle of the mountain, very old, about two or three hundred years old, and now there is only one old Taoist, who plays chess and chats with nearby old people every day, and chats with tourists.

The old Taoist was also very happy to see Yan Qinghe coming, he invited Yan Qinghe to drink tea, and chatted with him about the things down the mountain.Yan Qinghe asked: "I'm also here to join in the fun and see the novelty——is the tree flower real?"

The old Taoist replied with a smile: "That's true, but if you drive fast, you will thank fast. If you come later, you won't be able to see it. I'll take you to see it."

The tree grew alone on one side, and it turned out to be a crabapple.There are only a few flowers left on the flower branches, some bright crimson swaying in the cold wind, but there is no feeling of shrinking and pitiful, probably because the red is too eye-catching, instead it has the meaning of a cuckoo crying blood.

The flowers growing in the wild, set off against the bleak surrounding scenery, have a special interest.Yan Qinghe was almost poetic, but there was the sound of footsteps crushing dead branches and fallen leaves behind him.

Now the old man has left, is it another tourist?Yan Qinghe wanted to turn around to look, when a voice rang out: "Is Lord Yan also looking at the flowers here?"

He froze when he turned around, and was stunned on the spot.His first reaction was, this must be a dream, right?Absurd things like spring flowers blooming in autumn are still encountered in the huge capital city - where is it if it is not a dream?

However, his three thousand thoughts are just one thought.He calmed down, turned around and said, "Are you coming to see the flowers too?"

He saw that there were only the emperor and Liu Shan in front of him, and the emperor was traveling in micro clothes.He couldn't help but glance towards the woods behind - there must be many guards there.

Zhang Jie approached and looked at the flower carefully.He said softly: "It's really Haitang..."

He asked again: "Master Yan, do you think this is a good omen?"

Yan Qinghe replied: "Naturally, it is a good omen. Spring flowers bloom in late autumn, which indicates that this winter will be smooth and easy, and spring will come early next year."

Zhang Jie smiled: "Is that so?" He stretched out his hand as he said so, and picked one of the few flowers that bloomed just right, and crushed it again.

Yan Qinghe almost wanted to stop it, but immediately felt ridiculous again.This man is the master of the world, can't he destroy a few wild flowers?

He intuitively felt that the emperor was not happy.He thought of the waterlogging in Pingzhou that people were talking about, and thought that the emperor was worried about it.But the emperor didn't believe in these things, so he shouldn't worry about these illusory things.What's more, he looked at himself, it was a bit weird——

As if I am the flower that blooms out of season.

The emperor only sighed for a moment for the tree flower, he naturally took Yan Qinghe's hand, frowned slightly and said, "Why is it so cold?"

Yan Qinghe was startled, and then his scalp went numb.The emperor can act like no one else is around, but he can't.He struggled lightly, trying to pull his hand out: "Chen..."

"Don't move." The emperor's voice was not loud, but showing a hint of displeasure.

Yan Qinghe gave up, allowing the emperor to hold his hand and convey warmth to him.He thought, if he struggled again, the emperor would scold him for being ungrateful—how many people in the whole world could have such a special experience?I am afraid that there are no concubines, and it is probably difficult to have princes and princesses.

Zhang Jie held his hand and asked, "Let's go together?"

Of course Yan Qinghe agreed, and the two walked side by side on the mountain road.The wind was a little cold at this time, but it was very quiet. The two of them walked together, and there was a sense of peace and understanding, as if they were close friends for many years.

In the autumn scenery everywhere, Yan Qinghe suddenly had a feeling - he suddenly sympathized with the emperor.He actually has people he can't get, so he can only use ridiculous means to deceive himself, chatting in such a false comfort.

The emperor asked him: "Shi'an, do you believe in these things? These are the so-called good omens and bad omens."

Yan Qinghe thought about it, the emperor's words probably meant disdain.So he said: "Everything depends on man's efforts, so don't believe it all."

"I didn't believe it at first." The emperor said, "I asked someone to look at it. The hot spring in the mountain has changed its direction. All the wonders are probably related to this..."

Yan Qinghe listened quietly, he thought that the emperor would say "now" when he said "before".But the emperor stopped talking, and he couldn't ask further questions.

Both of them were silent for a moment, Zhang Jie didn't answer his original words, but instead said: "It's cold on the mountain, Shi'an, please come back earlier, don't catch the cold."

Yan Qinghe thanked His Majesty for his concern, but seeing the emperor moved closer, he slightly lowered his voice and said, "Come to me later today."

He was startled unnaturally, and choked out an "um".

He thought, what a good omen, it is clearly a bad omen, a great omen, a disaster for no reason.

Yan Qinghe left first, and Zhang Jie stood on the top of the mountain again, looking at the capital at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

He wasn't thinking about the prosperity and prosperity, nor was he thinking about the beautiful mountains and rivers, he was just in a rare trance.

More than ten years ago, there was indeed such a time in Pingzhou that crabapple blossoms bloomed in autumn and winter.Most people in the world only remember that Pingzhou was hit by spring floods in the second year, but not many people remember that it was the time when Prince An's son returned to Pingzhou from the capital.

He didn't believe it at first—he never believed in this kind of thing, the so-called auspiciousness, he had seen too many deceptions.

But when he heard that something like this happened in the capital, he couldn't help but start thinking about it.He clearly knew that it was impossible, that it was just a coincidence, but he couldn't help thinking—what if, what if, this flower really foreshadowed the arrival of the old man?

Sure enough, the old man didn't arrive, but someone else came.