Why does King Zhenbei always bully me?

Huo Chiyuan thought about it, and said, "Compared with his elder brothers, Rong Zhen is too low-key, and it is easy to be ignored. I said earlier that no matter how small this person is, he is a silent man who does great things. The letter is not important, originally I also want to write about him. It’s Yan Wenbo, he wants to know that he has been cut off so many times, but he is half-dead in anger!"

Huo Chiyuan rubbed his chin, and An Zhiruosu said: "In this world, it doesn't matter to me, Huo Yuanzhen, who succeeds to the throne except Rong Yu. What I have to do now is to make him mess up. The more chaos the better! Finally, take advantage of the chaos to protect the Lord." It doesn’t matter if you win the position! As long as you get it for nothing, it will be fragrant!”

Now that Huo Chiyuan is suspected of treason, let's see who dares to woo him openly!

Huo Chiyuan suddenly got up and left his seat, Song Yu wanted to follow, but was stopped.Here, Mr. Feng Le got off the high platform, and was stopped by Huo Chiyuan when he reached the stairs, and he greeted with unknown meaning: "Mr. Feng Le, I have admired your name for a long time."

I saw Mr. Feng Le paused, bowed slightly, and the servant at the side hurriedly said: "My son's voice is broken, he can't speak, how offended..."

"Your voice is broken?" Huo Chiyuan looked him up and down, and said openly: "It's okay, can I invite Mr. Fengle to chat with me on the piano?"

The boy was in a dilemma: "This... Mr. Feng Le has an appointment first, I'm afraid it's..."

"It's nothing." Huo Chiyuan waved his hand, "Then we'll talk next time. I'll be waiting for Mr. Feng Le at any time."

After returning to his seat, Huo Chiyuan had only drank half a cup of tea, and Qiao Feng said, "Young Master Feng Le really went to the Seventh Prince's place, and the curtains are all drawn down."

Seeing someone come in, Rong Jin goes to pick up his qin, but Xiao Jing preempts him.Su Qinghe took off his bamboo hat and sat down in front of Rong Jin and the two of them.There was a faint smile on his thin lips, and soft light in his clear eyes. He smiled lightly, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I heard Yanjin talk about Song Jijiu and Xiqin, so we have similar tastes."

Song Shiying felt that he deserved it, and hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, if Mr. Fengle is where, how can Song be worthy of it, but he calls Mr. Fengle too vulgar."

This Young Master Fengle's true appearance is just like his appearance on the high platform, extraordinary and refined, elegant and pure.

A frown and a smile make people dare not profane, it is so true that you can see it from a distance, and you can't play with it!Rong Zhen asked with concern: "Yuchen, what's wrong with your voice, but did you catch the cold?"

Su Qinghe's face flushed slightly, and he coughed at the right time, "It's okay to catch a cold occasionally." He hurriedly brought the two topics over, then turned to Song Shiying and said, "I'm familiar with Yanjin, and because he knows Song Jijiu, if Ruo If you don't mind, just call me Yuchen like Yanjin."

"Yuchen..." Song Shiying murmured to himself, and smiled, "Yu Xue, Yu Petal, and Yu Shuizhu. This word is so good! You don't have to call me Shiying outside."

"I have been fond of piano since I was a child, and I was forced to enter the officialdom to make a living. Now I work in Beizhen Fusi. I don't know if it will affect..."

Song Shiying waved his hand again: "Yuchen speaks seriously, since he is a friend, he doesn't talk about his identity."

Su Qinghe nodded with a smile and heard him say again: "I have listened to many versions of the song "Jinghong", but Yuchen's song is the best!"

Song Shiying blushed slightly, "I'm dissatisfied with you. I admired you a few months ago when I heard you play "Besieged on All Sides", but I didn't have the chance to meet you. Thanks to the Seventh Highness, I was able to meet you today. It was Song who made money." Already!"

Su Qing and the untraceable fellow Rong Ping looked at each other and smiled. Song Shiying was half successful here, and he was still in a hurry right now. Once he was acquainted with the second time, he could only talk about other things after a few more days of friendship.

Song Shiying smiled and asked, "Yuchen is so good at playing the piano at such a young age, where did he learn from?"

"I was born in Huaiyang," Su Qinghe said, "I learned piano at the age of five, and I learned from Dai Qingwei."

"Dai Qingwei!" Song Shiying exclaimed in shock, "But Dai Qingwei, a musician from the Southern Kingdom! Mr. Dai only has one apprentice now. Could it be...you are Su Qinghe!"

Rong Jin smiled and helped him answer, "Exactly, Yuchen is his nickname."

Hearing that Song Shiying admired Su Qinghe even more, he accidentally let him meet one of the two people he wanted to see the most in his life!

No wonder Su Qinghe stood out, so and so, he should have thought of it a long time ago!

"Yuchen, can you play the song "Sigh of Fallen Dust"?" Song Shiying said a little excitedly: "Although I have never heard it before, I am deeply attracted by the description between the lines, and I really want to listen to it right now!"

Song Shiying is a qin fanatic, so he will do what he likes and start with the qin.Su Qinghe straightened the xylophone with a gentle smile, straightened his posture, and the sound of the piano came leisurely.

Like its name, this piece is lamenting and sighing.

Su Qinghe was nine years old when he wrote this song. As a child, he had been struggling in the mud for four years, and he was stuck in the mud several times and couldn't get up.

If it wasn't for Yu Lin and Dai Qingwei, Su Qinghe thinks his short life would end in Su's house in Huaiyang.

The tune is quiet but full of sorrow and anger, with sorrow hidden in sorrow, and sadness in depression.At the end, the tone is suddenly changed, sad but not sad, and there are countless thoughts in the smoothness.

The listeners are first worried, then sad, and then sigh, to relieve their depression and confusion for a while.

When the song is closed, Song Shiying is also unhappy.

It is even more depressing than what is written in the book. What has happened to write such a heartbreaking song!Want to ask but not easy to ask, swallow the question and fill up the wine, do it first as a respect.

The three of them talked for a while, saying goodbye.It was past Haishi, and the people on the fifteenth floor were almost dispersed. When Su Qinghe came out from the back door, Fu'an had prepared a sedan chair and was waiting.

He didn't have to go back to Zhenbei Prince's Mansion anymore. Sitting in the sedan chair, he couldn't help rubbing a jade wrench with his fingers, closing his eyes and feeling lost in his heart.

There is still warmth left in the warmth, but it's time to peel it off.It's good to be able to get through it.

Huo Chiyuan Huo Chiyuan, Su Qinghe couldn't recognize Huo Chiyuan.

At the same time, Huo Chiyuan rode his horse back from the school grounds in the western suburbs and brought famous dishes from the fifteenth floor. Before anyone could enter the gate, Ye Xiao rushed out first.Kneeling on the ground with a plop, "Second Master, Chang... Mr. Chang is gone."

Qiao Feng was startled when he heard the words, Huo Chiyuan also paused for a moment, and went directly to the bamboo building without saying a word, Ye Xiao hugged his leg: "Second master! The bamboo building is on fire, and when we notice it, Mr. Chang ..”

Ye Xiao handed him a hosta, "This is the only hairpin left."

Ye Xiao patrolled around the field and realized something was wrong. The bamboo building was already full of smoke, so he put out the fire and rushed to it. Only a charred corpse and the white jade hairpin remained on the couch.Chang Xian used it to tie her hair today.

Huo Chiyuan took the hairpin, kicked Ye Xiao away and walked towards the bamboo building, how could he believe in people who were separated by two hours, how could he - he didn't believe it.

Ye Xiao still wanted to go up to stop him, but Qiao Feng held him back and shook his head.At this time, no one can stop Huo Chiyuan.Qiao Feng has been with him for many years, but he only sees that he is obedient to Chang Xian. It seems to outsiders that he is putting on a show and only he knows that it is true.

Sending many cronies and secret guards, how can the people who are protecting them with all their heart and mind tell the truth or lies.Although he didn't know the reason, he could sense that his master had changed since he first saw Chang Xian.

Chang Xian was born outstanding, but Huo Chiyuan is really not the person Song Yu said that his appearance is the most important.The reason for this may have to start with the person named Su Qinghe they were looking for at first.

The second floor of the bamboo building was completely burnt down, sparks flashed in the night, emitting white smoke.A white cloth was built under the bamboo building, Huo Chiyuan stopped and hesitated for a moment before squatting down, and lifted the white cloth.

It was exactly as Ye Xiao said, the body was scorched black, and the body was curled up into a small ball, just like the day when he first came to Zhenbei Palace, he was covered in wounds and curled up helplessly on the couch.

Ye Xiao stood three feet away, knowing that he had caused a catastrophe. The general's body was covered in haze, which was even more frightening than being on the battlefield.

After a long, long time, Huo Chiyuan stood up unexpectedly calmly, "Where are Xiaoci and Ji Guizhou?" Qiao Feng didn't dare to say anything, even Song Yu, who was usually idle, didn't dare to provoke Huo Chiyuan at this time.

At this time, with a grimace on his face, he smiled and poked his face out of the night, saying submissively: "Second Master, someone deliberately led us away..."

He suddenly knelt down, "They knew the exact location of the hidden guards, and they were stunned. Ji Guizhou and I chased after them without thinking too much... lost, come back...Chang Xian will..."

The voice of Xiaoci became smaller and smaller, until he heard the sound of fists being squeezed, and thought: It's over!Huo Chiyuan is going to kill someone! !

However, he didn't wait for anything, so he listened to Huo Chiyuan's cold order: "Prepare the horse!"

The snow in the past few sunsets has not completely melted, and the road in the western suburbs is muddy, and the forest road is extremely slippery.The moonlight caused thin clouds to cover most of it, revealing a faint silver light.The cold wind made the branches rustle, but there was no other noise except for the sound of the wind blowing all around.

Huo Chiyuan thought of Shi Ximen's poisonous silver needle, who the hell was doing everything possible to kill Su Qinghe.Dazed for a moment, Huo Chiyuan's knuckles turned white as he pinched the rein, gripped the horse's belly, and galloped out.

Mud splashes and the wind blows.He stopped suddenly halfway up the mountain, violently untied his cloak and threw it on the ground, the blood of killing the enemy on the battlefield surged up instantly, and "shua" drew out his saber.

The sharp energy permeated the blade, Huo Chiyuan couldn't help himself, wishing to catch someone to see the blood blade!The complexion suddenly sank, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to reflect the flash of silver light.

There was a sound of rustling, and a large number of dead branches fell to the ground.He raised his wrist, flew out with the sword, and nailed straight into the tree trunk of the inlaid forest, most of the sword body sank.

Qiao Feng and Ye Xiao stood aside, not daring to vent their anger.

At five o'clock the next day, Changping urgently reported.Rong Shu supported the sick body to hold an emergency court meeting.

The plague in Changping is spreading. The eldest prince Rong Ran, who was ordered to go there two months ago, accidentally contracted the plague. The people fell into panic and did not cooperate with the officers and soldiers to control it.

Although the county was sealed off, there were still refugees who fled out of the county. The movement of the pathogen caused the people in Yuan'an, Jingwu, and Laizhou to suffer from plague one after another.The capital city of Cangqing, the eastern suburbs, and the southern suburbs were suffering from diseases, and they no longer paid attention to the fear of the fall of Dajin.

Ministers of civil and military affairs gathered in Qianqing Palace to discuss a solution.

Rong Shu was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, so he couldn't see the serious illness in the rumors. He looked solemnly, and looked at the people below one by one, and Huo Chiyuan actually asked for sick leave.

He asked: "Chang Ping can't delay any longer, is there anyone who loves you to go voluntarily?"

Discussions in the hall were faint, and everyone understood the power of it, and did not dare to stand out rashly.

Rong Zhen took a step forward and said, "I ask for your order."

Rong Shu set his eyes on him and smiled meanly.Two hours later, the court was over, Prime Minister Yan stepped down, and asked Nong Tao, who was beside the Queen Mother, to lead her to the Qingxin Hall.

There is a folk legend that the general of Zhenbei pushed the beauty off a tall building in full view because he failed to pursue love, and then, unwilling to give up, flew down and hugged her.Since then, there has been a soft beauty hidden in the house, pampered and pampered.

Even the Empress Dowager Yan, who was far away in the backyard of the deep palace, had heard of this rumor.

"Report to the Empress Dowager, Prime Minister Yan has arrived"

The incense burner carved with lotus patterns was burning to soothe the nerves, and the fragrance was wafting. Yan Ruxin was copying Buddhist scriptures, when she heard this, she slowly put down her pen and said, "Come in."

"Yes" Nongtao withdrew from the leader.

Yan Wenbo came in with his head down, bent down and knelt down, and said: "I pay my respects to the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager is a thousand years old."

"Get up quickly." Yan Ruxin said gently, "We are all a family, please sit down, don't be restrained."

"Thank you, aunt."

Yan Ruxin carefully put away the few pages of Buddhist scriptures, handed them to Nong Tao, and said, "How is the Yan family recently? I haven't seen that girl Yao'er for a long time, and you will send her to the palace to accompany her in a few days." Accompany Aijia. Qingxin Palace is very deserted, Aijia feels more and more lonely at this age."

Yan Wenbo laughed and said: "I am worried about my aunt, everything is fine in the Yan family. That girl Yaoer has been talking about coming to see her aunt all day long, what my aunt said has fulfilled the girl's wish, and tomorrow I will send her into the palace to spend more time with my aunt A few days."

“so good”

Yan Ru ordered Nongtao beside her to bring over the exquisite jewelry box on her cabinet, and handed it to Yan Wenbo: "A few days ago, Huachuan sent a batch of jewelry, and the emperor sent some to my palace. It looks good, and I am sorry to wear it." It’s not suitable if it’s too fancy, you can take it to Yao’er for Ai’s family, and show Ai’s family to see it when you wear it tomorrow.”

"My nephew thanked my aunt for my daughter."

Nongtang brought hot tea, Yan Ruxin took it slowly, sniffed it with the tip of her nose, and sipped it.

"What's going on in West Desert?"