The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

"God, you know the past and the present, and you must have heard the story of Shen Sheng and Li Ji." Ao Qi was wearing a moon-white coarse cloth jacket with a white linen belt around his waist. There was no trace of blood, and she was not surprised when she saw Yang Jian's visit, she just stood aside with her hands down, waiting for Yang Jian to speak.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian didn't follow his words, but raised his hand to signal: "This is not a court, the prince should not be polite, just sit down and talk."

That Ao Qi was startled, bowed to thank Yang Jian, and sat down with a slanted body. There was no expression on his face, as if he was telling someone else's story: "The He family is new here, and he still greets my father and son. Sometimes Ao Qi Joan was self-willed and misbehaving, but she personally punished me and comforted me in every possible way, lest I be careless. At that time, I only hoped for my father Wang Laohuai to comfort me, seeing her gentle and virtuous, I felt happy for my father."

It turns out that Lord Qiantang has been very guilty of his eldest son Ao Qi since he was resettled, and he did not reprimand him when he made mistakes. Restraining the surly behavior, father and son are united in governing Qiantang.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. He has only been clean for more than a year, and gradually becomes restless in the room. She often invites Ao Qi to meet in private under her stepmother status. There is no real evidence, and I don't want my father to be sad, so I just hold back and secretly guard against He's deceit.

Seeing that the seduction was unsuccessful, Mrs. He made a poisonous plan, poured sweat medicine into the wine, got Ao Qi drunk, pretended to be bullied by him, and deliberately let Mr. Qiantang bump into him when he "escaped".That Ao Xun was originally fierce, how could he endure such a human drama, and then he slapped Ao Qi on the face, woke up his son, and scolded him for being mad.

Ao Qi took the blame for no reason, naturally mixed with grief and indignation, but he couldn't argue with his own words, father and son quarreled and pushed, Ao Qi accidentally pushed the old Qiantang Jun to the ground, sprained his legs and feet, and fell ill in bed.Everyone only said that it would be good to raise him for a few months, but unexpectedly, Mr. Qiantang was getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't afford to get sick.Ao Qi was so remorseful that she naturally served the decoction in front of him. She couldn't sleep with her clothes untied, and she devoted herself to it.That Lord Qiantang knew that his recovery was hopeless, and seeing his son like this, he regretted that he believed in others' words, so he passed on his position to Ao Qi as before when he was dying.

After Lord Qiantang left, Ao Qi knew that his stepmother would not be able to keep him, and he also had a vague suspicion that Ao Qiong was not the son of his father. Old and new grudges were mixed together, and he was quite disrespectful to the He family in words.One day, the two quarreled and caused He to destroy Mr. Qian Tang's calligraphy and paintings one by one, and then moved back to his old residence with Ao Qiong.

Ao Qi bowed in the seat and said: "God, these are all family ugliness, and there is indeed something wrong with me, so I didn't tell you the details when you came here, please be magnanimous, don't take offense."

Xiansheng Zhenjun listened intently, sighed and said: "In this way, His Highness has been wronged." He clapped his hands to attract servants, took a bowl of ginseng soup and entered and Ao Qi, and said with a smile: "I saw your complexion. Pale, I think it's due to fatigue and sorrow for days, and lost recuperation. It's made by thousand-year-old ginseng, and it's made according to your house in Longgong Imperial Pharmacy, and the medicine is meticulously prepared according to the prescription, which must be of great benefit to you."

"Thank God!" Ao Qi was flattered that he took such care of him, hurriedly took the ginseng soup and drank it down.Yang Jian stared at his drink, smiled imperceptibly, got up and said: "He's case will be concluded soon, and please stay in my temple for a while. If you need anything, just tell the servants to do it." .”

"So, that Ao Qi is really pitiful." Cun Xin stopped her needlework, raised her eyebrows and looked at Yang Jian.

"I tested him." Yang Jian sat down next to her, peeking at her embroiderer, "He had no doubts about the ginseng soup I brought, and drank the whole bowl, which shows that Lord Qiantang's death has nothing to do with him."

"Actually, it's not difficult to deal with," Cun Xin said with a smile, "You only need to go to Han Hailong's place where you mentioned Ao Cong's soul to ask, and the whole matter will be clear, wouldn't it be easy?"

"Do you think I don't want to?" Yang Jian flicked his boots, sat cross-legged on the couch and sighed: "I asked Lao Liu to search through the book of life and death in the vast sea, and went back and forth through the sieve of the Dragon Tomb several times. Seeing Mr. Qiantang's trace, even the ghost messenger who seduced the soul did not receive the news of his death, so it was the sixth son who told them, so they knew that Ao Cong was no longer alive!"

Cunxin's needle pierced her hand, and a trace of blood leaked out. She didn't bother to cry out in pain, and said in surprise: "How could it be? If you want to see people, you need to see souls. Ao Cong is also a dragon god, why did he die so many times?" No shadow? Unless..."

Yang Jian took her hand to look at it, saw that the wound was very small, so he was relieved, sucked it with his lips, and then said: "Unless someone has broken his soul. But He is just a mortal body and has no strength. It is not known who helped her practice the method."

Cun Xin blushed, took her hand away, went to arrange the boots for him, looked back and said angrily: "You only said that I lost my shoes, what is that?"

Yang Jian relaxed his body, fell back on the soft couch, and laughed loudly: "Don't you hear that 'the one who is close to the ink is black'?"

At the bottom of the deep Taihu Lake, there is a small city submerged in water. Seen from a distance, the ruins are crumbling.When they got closer, there was still a city gate standing tall, the wooden city gate could even be opened and closed, and the rivets and animal head iron rings on it were impressively visible.In the mud under the corner of the wall, broken stone tablets and fallen city bricks are scattered, with handwriting vaguely engraved on them, as if telling the past glory of this ancient city.

Cun Xin bent down, brushed away the dust on the ground, picked up a tile with mottled green algae hanging on it, looked at it carefully for a moment, and suddenly said pleasantly: "Look, Yang Jian, there are four official characters 'Han Bing Tian Xia' cast on it. Dare the small town be from..." The words came to her lips, but she couldn't remember the time, and it was Yang Jian who said: "This city was flooded in the last year of Yuanshou until now, and I used it as a water prison later. "

"Yuan Shou", this year name seems to be familiar, but Cun Xin's nature is loose, and he has never paid much attention to the emperors in the world. He just lowered his head and thought for a while, then dropped his hands and moved forward.Although this ancient city has been soaked in water for hundreds of years, there are still some houses with wooden beams, stairs and brick walls standing upright.Under the large nanmu pillars that can't be wrapped around one person's arms, the base of the white marble pillars is engraved with the jade hall wealth and honor, with flowers blooming side by side, and the outline is as clear as if it was just completed yesterday.

The tall and majestic four-pillar, three-room, seven-story archway is decorated with various auspicious animals, including dragons, phoenixes, turtles, fish, deer, and bats, as well as lifelike lotus, peony, green pines, and cypresses, overlooking the obsidian sundial in the center of the square.The curly weeds on the edge of the sundial are entwined with dense water plants, and most of an iron needle has already rusted away. Bathed in the weak sunlight underwater, even the shadows have become blurred, and it is impossible to tell which time it falls. above the scale.Only the dragon carved in relief on the base of the platform still bared its fangs and claws, piercing its distinct beards, glaring angrily at the uninvited guest through the emerald green lake water.

"Don't you remember this place?" Yang Jian pulled out a piece of banyan grass from the cracked gap in the sundial, and handed it to the standing Cun Xin.