Once upon a time there was a mountain of secrets

Gu Moming's plan to rescue Gong Jiuqing was very careful, even if the prime minister's mansion was impenetrable, they all found a way out.

What's more, the protagonist Gong Jiuqing's attitude towards Gu Moqian has changed, and Gu Moqian naturally protects Gong Jiuqing's safety tightly on the outside and loose on the inside.

Even if the outside is still like a copper wall and iron wall, it is not difficult to break through one by one.

Although Gu Moming's elite soldiers are not as good as Yanyulou's professional secret agents and killers.But no matter whether they are on the battlefield or not, they are all fighters with one enemy against one hundred.

In a trance, five days have passed since Gu Moming's birthday.And these five days, no matter whether it was Gong Jiuqing, Gu Moming, or even Li Maoqiu, it was extremely difficult.

Everyone was looking up at the weather on the fifth day and everyone's movements, and Gong Jiuqing secretly calculated the escape route for handing over to Gu Moming more than a dozen times.Various factors, everyone's reaction at that time.It's all calculated and planned.

On the fifth day, Gong Jiuqing used academic exchanges as an excuse to invite the young ministers to the prime minister's mansion for a banquet.

Although Gu Moqian didn't like Gong Jiuqing's contact with so many people, but no matter how disliked, he couldn't see Gong Jiuqing's unhappy face.

Ever since, this great emperor could only stand on the high wall of the palace, looking at the bustling Prime Minister's Mansion today.

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In the past, there were only Gong Jiuqing and Gu Moqian in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Although there were servants and guards, they were only servants after all.

At today's banquet, Gong Jiuqing said that he would go out at night with all the ministers holding candles, so at night, everyone was still drinking and fighting against each other, talking loudly.

The entire Prime Minister's Mansion was dimly illuminated by dots of yellow lanterns, making it feel quiet.

I don't know who said: "I heard that the prime minister is a disciple of the musician, and his talents and learning are even more unfathomable. He is really the pillar of the country."

Everyone began to nod uncontrollably, and began to echo in a few words.

As the host, Gong Jiuqing sat on the floor with many young ministers. Hearing such praise from others, he couldn't help but blush.He laughed and said, "That's ridiculous."

A young man dressed in blue stood up, cupped his hands towards Gong Jiuqing and said, "Your Excellency, the Prime Minister, is young and promising, and has a lot of knowledge. He is indeed a model for my generation of students, how can it be absurd praise."

Another person also said: "Exactly, if it weren't for the Prime Minister, I would have been suppressed by those old stubborn students waiting for me."

When this is mentioned, these young people are naturally innumerable bitterness.

"They stand on their laurels, and the grass and trees turn rotten. The lower officials think that they are full of enthusiasm, and they treat them like children's words, and even take action to suppress them."

Gong Jiuqing couldn't help frowning and said: "Is there such a thing?" Gong Jiuqing was only in the prime minister's mansion for a month, so naturally he didn't know that the situation in the court had deteriorated.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, has been ill some time ago, so I don't know about it. Those old stubborn...how are they so unreasonable and lawless."

Gong Jiuqing nodded, he was still aware of this.

On the first day he went to court, many people wanted to give him a good face and took the opportunity to show him off.

If he hadn't read a lot of books, if he hadn't been witty, I'm afraid he wouldn't be in the current situation of overwhelming the crowd.

Among the students, some of them held a sarcastic or even contemptuous attitude towards Gong Jiuqing at the beginning, and the reason was naturally because of the relationship between Gong Jiuqing and Gu Moqian.

However, Gong Jiuqing's knowledge and eloquence, his suggestions and foresight, and the overall situation are all admirable in the past few days.

That's why Gong Jiuqing became the leader of young officials today.

Gong Jiuqing smiled and said: "As an elder, I naturally feel that he is well-informed. I should listen more, but I don't need to learn more. Saints will make mistakes, but the reason why saints are saints is that most of them make mistakes. That's right. Although the old ministers in the court are self-confident, they also have their own real talents. It's just that the atmosphere in the court is sluggish, and they will inevitably assimilate after a long time. I hope you will not forget your original aspirations."

Everyone kept nodding their heads and said in unison: "Thank you, Mr. Prime Minister, for your suggestion."

Gong Jiuqing picked up the tea on the table and said: "I can't say anything, I just want to encourage you with you."

The prime minister raised his glass, and the rest naturally raised their glasses and drank together.

Gong Jiuqing put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Today we only talk about literature, not about court affairs. It just so happens that I have a new song recently, please appreciate it."

When everyone heard it, their eyes lit up.

"To be able to have the Prime Minister playing the piano is really a blessing for three lives."

"Yes, yes, I have long heard that the prime minister's piano skills are superb, and a harp is even more superb."

"A few months ago, the Prime Minister sang "The Son Is Returning", and it still haunts Liang Liang."

Gong Jiuqing said with a smile: "It's all about flattery." After finishing speaking, she turned to Zhi Ruo, who was waiting beside her, and said, "Zhi Ruo, help me get the qin from my room."

It was rare for Zhiruo to see Gong Jiuqing having such a good time, although she was slightly dissatisfied that her lord played the piano for these gangs of rich and poor.But it is good that Gong Jiuqing is happy.

"Okay." Zhi Ruo nodded in agreement, turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Not long after, a guqin was placed in front of Gong Jiuqing.

Guqin is not as clear and clear as konghou, but its sound is long and desolate.Moreover, since ancient times, there have been no scales on the Guqin, and the player needs to fiddle and press with his own hearing and proficiency to complete the scale presentation of Gongshangjiao Zhengyu.

This is extremely demanding on the player, and also extremely demanding on the listener.

Gong Jiuqing habitually fiddled with it lightly to test the tone.

The slender fingers fiddled again, and the sound of vicissitudes and vicissitudes came slowly...

Gong Jiuqing looked far away, looking in the direction of the imperial city.Scenes from the past are revealed one by one like pictures, all the love turned into heartache, all the pain turned into green smoke.I don't want to be at the intersection anymore, I'm tired.

Don't want to hate, don't want to love.Just pretend that the two of you have never met...

Gong Jiuqing opened her lips lightly, and couldn't help but sing along with the tune...

Luhua Dye Qingbreath Flying Frost Dots of Ink

The sound of the flow blows the clouds and the mist is long

The cup touches the water, the smoke from the stove warms the piano

Fuluan swaying wind breath lotus fall quietly

The rain is chaotic, the breath is blue, the breath is blue, and I am poor

The firefly pulls back the soul and reincarnates

Youwen sighs, sleeps in the moon, sleeps in the moon

Listen to the spiritual breath and send the river lantern to go away

The distant mountains are shallow and shallow, Lian Muhua is lost, every night, every night, the sound is cool

The strings are broken, broken and broken, and the sound of tender bowels is melancholy

Dance in neon clothes, pour out all the streamers on the snow, let alone hurt

Who knows the past and doesn't think about it

Who remembers the beginning and forgets today

Who breathes out the breath

Who hates heartbroken

Who breaks the cold

Who is silent?

A Dream of a Thousand Years Pays for Huang Liang

Feng Chenwang? Mo Shangsang

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A song of breath, seems to be full of infinite sadness and vicissitudes.It's like a sledgehammer hitting the chest, not painful, but with unspeakable sadness.

It seems to be singing the lost lover, leaving the singer alone in the middle of the night to let the night and pain erode his flesh and blood.

Life is better than death, Huang Liang has a dream.

What if it happens again?Gu Moqian, I really will never fall in love with you again.

Gu Moqian was originally standing on the tower, looking at the Prime Minister's Mansion.Just when he was about to go back and continue reviewing the memorial, he heard a long soft voice from the prime minister's mansion.

Then came this singing that sounded like a song like a song and weeping.

Why so sad?Isn't everything all right?

After listening to the song, Gu Moqian seemed to see the tears falling from Gong Jiuqing's face...

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