Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

All the clues point to the fact that the river between the two is tight with water.

The night wind was bitingly cold, blowing at my heart.Jiang Ziqing looked at Jiang Bin's eyes with a calm expression, as if there had never been a parting, never a estrangement, and never had this dark plot.Tranquility, asceticism, and aloofness from the world are nothing but a painted skin wrapped in magic.Teaching him culture and martial arts, and making him an official in the court are nothing more than a chain of links.

The old pagoda tree in my hometown guards Huangliang Yimeng.It is the fairy in the painting, the moon in the water.

Seeing Jiang Bin's distraught appearance, Wang Xun asked softly, "Do you recognize him?"

Jiang Bin smiled wryly, not only did he recognize him?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wang Xun knew that he had some difficulties. He turned his head and glanced at the Emperor Zhengde who had rushed over. The Emperor Zhengde followed behind to find no trace elsewhere. At this time, Qiao Yu, Wang Shouren, Wu Wending and others rushed over.

Emperor Zhengde looked at Jiang Ziqing for a moment, then looked at the moths flying around him, and suddenly thought of that painting.

"Take it back for interrogation!"

Wang Xun took the order, and just pointed at Jiang Ziqing to order to arrest him, when he saw a burst of fog on the calm Poyang Lake.Under the moonlight, the mist turned into radiant colors, moving without wind, and quickly moved towards the shore.

The soldiers had never seen such a scene before, they immediately exclaimed in shock, some even threw away their firearms and knelt on the ground, kowtowed and recited Buddha's name.

Wang Xun, Wu Wending and other civil servants and military generals had never seen this monster fog before, and quickly retreated to protect Emperor Zhengde.

Jiang Bin was thinking about Jiang Ziqing, and still looked at the place, but the mount under him screamed in shock and backed away again and again.He wanted to abandon his horse and look for Jiang Ziqing, but the fog had already arrived.

A ball of red and purple penetrated into the mouth and nose, it seemed to be some kind of flower fragrance, like the fragrance of pills, like temple, like the fragrance of beautiful women... smelling it makes people forget worry, only feel the dust is gone, floating like a fairy...

I was stunned for a moment like this, until the fog cleared and the clarity returned, and then I woke up like a dream.

Looking around, there is no trace of the monster mist. Although it is unharmed, it seems to be separated for a moment, and they all look at each other in blank dismay, uncertain.The horses also looked awake, looking around and snorting.

Jiang Bin secretly thought that it was terrible, and looked at the shore, but there was no sign of Jiang Ziqing.

"What sorcery?" Emperor Zhengde also came back to his senses at this time, muttered to himself, and then said loudly, "Search separately!"

In just the blink of an eye, it is expected that he will not be able to run far!

Several groups of people and horses were about to take orders, but they heard people exclaim again.

Looking along the prestige, I saw a small boat suddenly approaching the calm lake.The boat has no sails, but it moves without wind like the monster fog.And the place where he haunted was exactly where Jiang Ziqing had just looked at.

The soldiers became frightened again, wondering how a small boat would appear out of thin air after the demon fog passed, could it be that the ghosts and gods were offended, and these anecdotes and strange things happened?

"Your Majesty..." Qiao Yu frowned and tried to persuade him, but Emperor Zhengde stopped him with a wave of his hand.

While talking, the boat was approaching.

A man in white clothes stands impressively on the prow of the ship, and under the moonlight, his robes are flying, floating out of the dust.Seeing that everyone on the shore was staring at him as if facing a big enemy, a pair of dimples floated up and said loudly: "Why are you all here? Why are you here all right?"

The voice was not loud, but every word and sentence was heard clearly in everyone's ears, as if it was said from the side.

At this time, Jiang Bin and Emperor Zhengde recognized him.

But farewell for a season, but it seems like a lifetime away.

There is still a calm expression between his brows, but his gestures are more free and easy.

Seeing that no one spoke to him, Wu Jie jumped ashore before the boat stopped, and walked up to the pale-faced Jiang Bin a few steps: "What's the matter? Do you think I'm a murderer?"

Jiang Bin only felt a chill run up his back, he pulled the rein unconsciously, and retreated a foot away.

Seeing Jiang Bin like this, Wu Jie became even more surprised, and raised his eyes to look at the surrounded Emperor Zhengde.Seeing him staring at him in a daze, he said he was frightened.Shaking his head and tutting his tongue, he said, "Don't wait a few months, I'll be regarded as a demon star!" Then he touched the Qiankun bag hanging on his waist, "It's been a long story since I came back tonight. Because of an old friend..." At this point, he suddenly stopped.

His eyes fell on the lake a few feet away.

In that place, there was a mass of lifeless moon white floating.

Wu Jie's expression paled for a moment, and he was stunned for a while before slowly moving his steps.

In the silence, the wind blew up again, and the lake was rippling, and the light was floating like gold, and even the cold body was ups and downs, as if he couldn't bear to let his sweetheart see him like this, and wanted to hide in the water.

Countless eyes, just watching quietly.

Watching him step by step, his heart is broken and his heart is broken.

When he got to the front, he knelt heavily and stared blankly for a while, as if he couldn't move.Then he got up suddenly like waking up from a dream, stumbled across the water, picked up the person who had been thinking about him day and night, and hugged him tightly.

Straight lovesickness is useless, but melancholy is innocent.

With those eyes, how many days and nights do you hope for you.Now, when it comes to the front, it is open, and it cannot be seen...

The author has something to say: the writing is so sad...