Flower wine

Come, a light sail.

The mountains and rivers are in trouble, the wind blows and the rain blows, and the flowers drift away.

"The flowers in this imperial garden are all withered. It's a pity to look at it." A woman in a thorn hairpin skirt said softly. , even though she is dressed plainly, her gestures are full of nobility and dignity.

"Empress..." Concubine Zhao looked at the pile of yellow flowers all over the ground, and felt uncomfortable.

The two were close friends in the boudoir since they were young, and then entered the palace together and supported each other for several years. In this palace where the bottomless and undercurrents are surging, it is rare to stick to their childhood friendship. They are comrades-in-arms, rivals, and sisters .

"Ling'er, my sister made honey porridge, try it with my sister."

"it is good."

Nuoda's Bihai Palace, except for a few close maids, were dismissed by the queen.She was born in a famous family, well-read poetry and books, since Chen Duzong started cultivating immortals and asked to disregard her family and country, she started a silent struggle.

She made a simple meal, streamlined her staff, and turned all the remaining money into food supplies to the frontline soldiers.

Even the rice used to make this porridge is brown rice, eating it in one bite, there is a hint of bitterness in the roughness, Concubine Zhao frowned involuntarily.

The expression at this moment was just captured by the queen, she smiled faintly: "I have wronged you, Linger."

"Sister, what are you talking about?" Concubine Zhao's eyes turned red, and she tightly held the Queen's wrist: "Sister, you are the lord of the middle palace, why bother?"

The empress didn't change her face, and slowly put down the spoon: "Is it bitter? Compared with the soldiers who died in the battle and the people who couldn't eat enough, am I bitter?"

"Compared with the ruined flowers and willows, mountains and rivers and wind and rain in this garden, am I suffering?"

"Sister! Don't talk nonsense!" Concubine Zhao hurriedly covered the queen's mouth in shock, but the queen grabbed her wrist.

"Ling'er, you and my sister have known each other for many years, and you can't hide it from me." The queen's indifferent words made Concubine Zhao feel as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Yu Chief is a good Jin Yiwei, but he went to the battlefield where the murderers never blinked to charge. How could you, who loved him like your life since childhood, be willing to give up? Unless, you have someone more important to wait for, and he also has Qingyun who is unwilling ambition."

"Sister!" Concubine Zhao Gui knelt on the ground with a "thud", her body trembling violently.

She was also afraid, not because she was afraid of plotting to expose her own safety, but because she was afraid of causing danger to the Nine Clans.

There was no emotion on the Queen's bodhisattva-like compassionate face. She looked up at the sky, and the gray and black air lingered: "Ling'er, how long has it been since we saw the blue sky and white clouds?"

Concubine Zhao bowed her head deeply and said nothing.

"Ling'er, my sister is angry with you, angry that you didn't tell my sister, angry that you didn't go with my sister to turn upside down and stir up misty rain."

Concubine Zhao raised her head abruptly, her pupils trembling violently.

"Sister, you?"

The queen walked slowly in front of Concubine Zhao, helped her up, and said angrily: "You and I grew up together since we were young, and we have a strong friendship. Why do you not believe in sister?"

"Although I was born to stick to the rules, it doesn't mean I can't go against the rules, as long as it's the right way in the world!"

"Sister, if this matter succeeds, it will benefit the country and the people, and if it fails, it will affect the entire family. My sister only wants to keep her out of the matter. If the matter fails and the matter is revealed, my sister can also find a way out for Zun'er!" Concubine Zhao Guifei said, Can't help but burst into tears.

The queen gently hugged Concubine Zhao Gui: "Ling'er, don't be afraid, my sister will walk the road with you."

"Sister!" Concubine Zhao buried her head in the empress' arms, feeling familiar as always.

From there, weeping, laughing and stalking, swaying paper kites to the ground together, beautiful women and thin appliques go to the temples, whoever holds an umbrella will hide his heart palpitations.

Concubine Zhao returned to her bedroom, panting heavily. It wasn't that she didn't believe in the empress, but that she had made up her mind to become an empress. Her last illusion and old love for Chen Duzong would also be completely annihilated.

Zun'er came to pay his respects to Concubine Zhao Gui after class. He was sensible at a very early age. He was enlightened at the age of five. Although he was ignorant of the world, he had already realized that his father did not care about politics or love the people. weird stuff.

"Why does the queen mother look so bad?" Zun'er's love for his mother was fully reflected on his face, and his little hands were tightly clenched.

Concubine Zhao was moved, and regardless of the royal family's dogma, she hugged Zun'er tightly in her arms.

"Mother asks you, as a king, how should you love the country and the people?"

Zun'er thought for a while, and then said firmly in a childish voice: "Love the country as yourself, love the people as your son, and never dare to let you down."

"Zun'er grows up to protect his mother, protect the people of the world, and be a good emperor."

There is fire when hitting the stone, but there is no smoke if you don't hit the yuan.

The birds sing in the Yin forest, and the deer stalks the Puxi wood.It is not like the yellow sand of the desert covering the face, but the cold and damp.

Zhao Yuqi bit the lid of the water sac with his teeth, gulped down a few mouthfuls of strong wine, the high-grade wine was hot in his throat, and pressed into his stomach, even the blood in his whole body boiled.

In just half a year, Zhao Yuchi led a group of daring fighters from the northernmost point of Dachen to the southwesternmost point to fight against the Mongols. At the critical moment, a little soldier rushed in front of him and blocked the attack for him. An arrow that penetrates a thousand pieces of gold.

The strength of the arrow was so strong that it penetrated the entire body of the little soldier, as well as Zhao Yuchi's left arm.

The little soldier was not very old, he looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, Zhao Yuji vaguely remembered that everyone called him Xiao Mantou, because he had a round face, a white face, and was not tall, and he smiled when he met everyone, looking like a white and fat man. The steamed buns burst into flowers.

Xiao Mantou just fell into Zhao Yuji's arms, with a smile on his face, his eyes filled with admiration, and he came to his face: "General...Little Mantou can no longer fight with the brothers, I... ..I have a dream, the world is peaceful, and the common people can eat enough and wear warm clothes, so that they will not be sold around like me. General, the days when I was a soldier were the happiest times in my life .to eat...to drink...to hope..."

Xiao Mantou's voice gradually became lower, and the hand holding Zhao Yuqiu was also lowered. Everything was downwards, only the corner of Xiao Mantou's mouth maintained an upward arc, with a happy face, and he left safely.

Zhao Yuqi hugged Xiao Mantou's body tightly, and wailed in extreme pain.

The wailing is the pity for the little mantou, the guilt, the venting of one's own powerlessness, and the helplessness of reality.

Zhao Yuchi went crazy, and with his single arm, he led the hungry wolves to bloodbath the prairie eagle like a god of killing.

Later, Zhao Yuchi buried the little steamed bun deep in the desert, and erected a monument in the direction of Da Chen.

Buried together are swaying foolish loyalty and past luck. With guilt, shame and resentment, he fought all the way along the border.

The desert is lonely, but quiet, and Xiao Mantou sleeps peacefully in it, with old dreams on his pillow, and he sleeps well ever since.

The eye-catching "Dachen Haoerlang" is engraved on the stele, accompanying the little mantou, living in symbiosis with the sun and the moon.

Zhao Yuchi hid all his emotions deeply in his heart, and tempered himself into a fighting machine, a ruthless steel knife, and a hysterical patriot.

Da Chen had foreign troubles because of internal troubles. In the face of a crisis, all he could do was to wipe out the Tartars and clear up the foreign troubles.

In the past six months, with the help of Concubine Zhao's powerful family, the army has grown continuously. Chief Zhao Yu's tough style and overflowing family and country feelings are very contagious. The Uncrowned King.

The night is dark and the wind is high, there are many mountains and mountains, and the singing of birds is even more secluded.

The stormtrooper led by Zhao Yuchi hid in the miasma-grown dense forest in the southwest. He and the soldiers shared the same hatred and looked at death as home. Mosquitoes, snakes and ants were not afraid of them. They were hungry wolves, eagle doves, warriors crawling forward, overwhelming the wild waves.

"Kill the barbarian! Let's go!" Zhao Yuqi smiled evilly and rushed out like an arrow.

Aoxue Lingshuang is no longer in the prosperous team.

In the vast sky, the river of stars turns.Thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains, the cold weather passes through the sun and the moon.

In the depths of the Western Regions, at the top of the altitude, stands a pavilion made of ice and snow, the whole body is snow-white and crystal clear.

The road leading to the top of the mountain is like a tower to the sky. According to rumors, there is a tall man living in the tower, who has already qualified for ascension, but still sticks to a corner, not caring about world affairs, which is very strange.

There are even rumors that this expert is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to bring people back to life, and when they are in the world, they can go back.

He is like a fairy hidden in the mist, extremely charming, and the world is full of mortals, there are always people who are desperate for love.

When ordinary people find the foot of the mountain, they are discouraged by the thinness of the high-altitude air and the towering mountain top;

The wind and snow are evil, and the snow has not yet melted. Under the grinding of the wind, ghosts and ghosts sit in rows into icicles, as sharp as knives.

There is a sea of ​​fire in the underworld, and there is a mountain of knives in the peak.

In that crystal shining palace, Fu Mo has lived for a hundred years, but he still looks like a girl.Since she was born, she has been in this place where people communicate with each other, silently reading her mind and praying for the common people.

She always felt like she had done everything and felt like she had done nothing.

For a long time, she used ascension as the only pillar. Her feelings of pain and happiness were very vague, and she was more accustomed to calmness. I can't even stir up any waves in my heart.

She looks like she was born like this, but also like she has been polished to this point.

Before Master left, he only told her to wait, to wait for an opportunity, but he didn't say when or what to wait for.

Surrounded by mountains, white snow is flying, and isolated from the world, is it waiting for people to fall from the sky?

Today, Fu Mo was just like in the past, drinking snow water while stroking the clingy little snow leopard while bored.

Quiet and silent, time freezes.

But never thought, a hundred years