Phoenix and Dragon

Little nine.

Li Mingyuan vaguely remembered that when he was young, it seemed that someone's family had a child, and they all called him Xiaojiu.

Not Li Mingyao.

That kid has been stupid since he was a child, he foolishly followed his ass and called "de", he couldn't speak clearly, and he often had a snot bubble, not like the second son of the palace, but like a roadside Picked up wild child.

And that Xiaojiu, however, carries the aura of the heavens and the earth, like a boy left by the Nine Heavens Immortal, who is born with energy to do harm to the world.

Only later, as Li Mingyuan grew up, this name gradually disappeared in the capital.

Whether the memory of a teenager is good or bad is not good.

Many things are vague, like looking at flowers through the fog, hazy and plain, a bit eerie.

The son of the world is confused and reckless, and he is born to remember to eat but not to beat. For such trivial matters, he has the attribute of a rat-put his claws and forget.

Maybe many people have really existed, like the Chao family that was very prosperous in the time of the first emperor, but now no one mentions it; the Lin family, the natal family of the fourth prince, mother and concubine, now only has a woman in the cold palace; The innumerable Zhou, Wu and Zheng royal families are just vague impressions. Even the cousins ​​of Li Mingyuan's generation have scattered somewhere inexplicably.

The heavenly family is rich and noble, the Hou family is deep and heavy, and the tide of officials is like a sea. Behind every vermilion lacquered gate is the ups and downs of several generations of people, just like drama.

When I was young, I always didn't understand why some people would never come to the door, why some people were never mentioned again, and why some people fell into the world of mortals forever.

Later, when Li Mingyuan grew up a bit, he vaguely understood a word called "bad things".

A single word implicitly and straightforwardly explains the countless pasts and covers up the disappearance of many people.

Later, Li Mingyuan thought vaguely, when will it be the turn of Prince Su's mansion?

There are many people and many things, so no one mentions them anymore. Even if someone mentions them, they are all in a secretive manner. If you say a few more words, someone will wave their hands in fear, as if a few words will bring about a disaster of death generally.

But this Xiaojiu is different.

I vaguely remember the palace banquet that year, the heavy doors were covered with snow, the windows were cold and the lights were bright, and the clouds were light and cold.

That year, all eyes were Xiao Suo's solemn Bai, Princess Pingyang and her son-in-law, Marquis Chang'an, who passed away one after another years ago.

Sitting on a high seat, the emperor breathed slowly as if he couldn't bear the cold, and his eyes showed some warmth that didn't match the iron-blooded emperor.He looked at the courtiers, and finally settled on Li Xi, Prince Su. He seemed to sigh, confided, and said to himself: "If Xiaojiu is still here... the Pingyang couple will not... ..."

Before the Nine-Five Supreme had finished speaking, the sound of singing and dancing had arrived, and the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly rose.

The prosperous world, the auspiciousness of the new year, the undeniable peace of the world between the prosperity and prosperity.

Li Mingyuan remembered that his father, Prince Su Li Xi hurriedly congratulated Shengshang on the new year with an expression of pretending to be stupid, but the indifference that penetrated into the bone marrow filled Li Xi's eyes in an instant.

That year's New Year's Eve was snowed heavily, freezing mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

At that time, Li Mingyuan heard the name "Xiao Jiu" for the last time in the many messy memories of his childhood.

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"Ninth Master."

The person behind came silently, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was startled.

If this was normal, Li Mingyuan would be able to jump three feet high in a rage, scolding others and finding fault with his prestige in one go.

However, today's elder son is physically and mentally weak, so he can only hold his waist and nestle in the chair, crooked like a dying willow, completely lacking the momentum to roll up his arms and sleeves and argue with others.

Last night, it was windy and cold, and Li Mingyuan somehow slipped to his waist, and the doctor refused to look at him, and just grumbled, as if he had encountered the world's most insane heartbreaker.

Qin Feng glanced at Li Mingyuan several times, and the more he looked, the deeper the smile in his eyes, the scenery in his peach blossom eyes completely overwhelmed the Xiao Han outside the shade of the green poplar, as bright as the ravishing spring on the branches of red apricots.

The Shizi finally became annoyed under his substantive gaze: "When do you want to see it?"

Qin Feng hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled brightly. The deep meaning in his eyes was like a thousand-mile peach blossom that wanted to suck people into the void: "I can't see? Then who are you going to let see?"

Li Mingyuan fell silent.

Qin Feng subdued Li Mingyuan's bluffing paper tiger with a single look, and finally smiled gracefully at the visitor: "Chen An, what's the matter."

The most capable shadow guard, Chen An, wanted to poke his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him. However, his family and country were not clear and his ambition was not rewarded. Chen An felt that he could not be blind. The principle of not looking aside said to Qin Feng without looking sideways: "Boss Lan asked someone to send a letter, saying that he wants to see you, please go."

Li Mingyuan didn't know the priority at all, and frowned displeasedly when he heard the words: "Who? Lan Cai? I haven't settled with him for Jiangling's mess, but he has the face!"

Shizi was quite annoyed by Boss Lan's arrogance of rolling his eyes when he didn't agree with each other, and at this moment he began to be hypocritical even more unreasonably.

However, before Shizi was wounded and went to chat with others, Qin Feng pushed him back into the chair with one hand, and said with a smile: "Why are you so arrogant, your waist doesn't hurt anymore?"

Li Mingyuan's face turned red and white after seeing him, and finally "hummed" and turned his head away.

Chen An, who stood aside and didn't dare to raise his face, felt that he might not need to be rescued now - not only could he be blind now, but he could even be deaf.

However, Qin Feng didn't give him a chance.

"Let him enter Wuzhou." Qin Feng said, "It is enough to let Lantian Yu accompany you, and the others are unnecessary."

After receiving the order, Chen An responded, and quickly left behind as if being chased by a ghost, which baffled the elder son: "What's wrong with Chen An? Did you take Shiquan Dabu Wan and ran so fast!"

"He doesn't need it." Qin Feng smiled, "You should make up for it."

Li Mingyuan: "..."

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The Shizi explained countless times that he was really suffering from the cold instead of kidney deficiency, and finally Qin Feng casually nodded his head, only to think of something else belatedly.

Li Mingyuan: "Who did Chen An say was coming? Lan Cai? Or Jing Yi?"

Boss Lan didn't show up in Beijing years ago, so he rushed back to Jiangling in a hurry. Li Mingyuan originally thought that he was guilty of colluding with the rebellious party, but now it seems that he underestimated the psychological strength of Boss Lan's crimes. Guilty, dare to send it to your door at this moment.

Qin Feng shook his head and said with a smile, "It's not Jing Yi."

No more words.

Li Mingyuan felt strange, but he didn't get it when he asked again.

The Shizi who didn't get the words out of Qin Feng's mouth was very unwilling. When Qin Feng went out, he clutched his waist that was about to be broken, moaning and rolling.

Qin Feng couldn't stand such a shameless adult, so he had no choice but to take him along.

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With a new moon hanging over the top, the weather in the south of the Yangtze River is getting warmer, and the fragrance of flowers is overwhelming. The temperature in the warm pavilion makes Li Mingyuan's nose sweat.

But Qin Feng, who was also sitting beside him, was completely ignorant of the warmth. His spring shirt was thin and thin, and between the wide sleeves of his toga, there was a white and thin wrist bone, which was beautiful and distinct.

Li Mingyuan didn't see the reason from his face, but he heard the sound of the curtain moving behind him, and a blue boss who seemed to roll his eyes and despise others came out from inside.

Boss Lan frowned, then shook his head: "Go in and have a look."

Qin Feng nodded, got up and entered.

Li Mingyuan followed closely.

The bed in the Nuan Pavilion has nine layers of veils, which are tightly stitched and impermeable to the wind.

Lan Cai carefully pulled back a corner of the veil, finally revealing the true face of the person on the bed - it was a very old man.

If you just look at his skeleton, he should have been tall and tall, but now he is very thin, his face is full of wrinkles, and his appearance is haggard. Even though his white hair is neatly brushed behind him, it still looks sluggish.

His hands exposed outside the brocade quilt had abnormally old skin, which was so old that it almost covered the distinct calluses on the palms and fingertips—that was the imprint left by only martial arts practitioners.

His posture of being calm and able to face the collapse of Mount Tai is still there, his majestic aura soaked in by the years is still there, and even his cold and indifferent posture of being in the top position all the year round is still there, but all these temperaments are no longer there. It can't hide the fact that it's already old.

His eyeballs were cloudy, opening and closing seemed to take a lot of effort.There was only a ray of breath left to support his last resolute persistence.

Seeing him, Li Mingyuan somehow thought of "the end of a hero".

Qin Feng stood a few steps away and looked at him, his smile seemed to have never changed, but Li Mingyuan could see the peace that had been tried so hard to whitewash.

"You want to see me, you have already seen me." Qin Feng said with a smile, "Go back."

Such words are too indifferent for an old man.

But no one thinks it's wrong.

Lan Cai stood aside, keeping calm.

The old man on the bed tried a few times, but still couldn't speak, but struggled to take out a seal from under the pillow, and tremblingly wanted to hand it to Qin Feng.

Li Mingyuan's sharp eyes clearly saw the totem of the phoenix above.

Qin Feng didn't answer it, seeing the seal, it seemed that he just saw someone else's wishful thinking, and that giving was dispensable to him.

He looked at the seal for a while, but smiled: "No need, you hurt me once, but saved my life; I betrayed you once, and what I promised you at the beginning has already been done, you don't owe me anything." What am I, I don't owe you much, it doesn't have to be like this."

The old man on the couch frowned, and finally couldn't hold it any longer, and dropped his hands dejectedly.

The seal fell into the air with the drooping movement of his hand. Before it hit the ground, Lan Cai quickly caught it and returned it to the old man's hand as it was.

"I'm the one who's sorry for you." The old man's voice came from deep in his throat, it was no longer full of arrogance, but hollow and weak, like a dilapidated bellows, "Xiao Jiuer, but..."

The old man didn't finish his speech, but was interrupted by Qin Feng.

"My friendship with you is not to the point of being called that." Qin Feng smiled, "I won't agree to that matter, you don't have to waste your tongue."

The old man paused, and the last gleam of light in his cloudy eyes dimmed.

Qin Feng nodded with a smile, and wanted to leave, but found that the old man was still looking at him unwillingly.

Qin Feng paused, turned around and came back: "I don't want to carry that unbearable burden for you, and I don't want to guard the emptiness of the rivers and lakes for you. We don't owe each other, don't ask from now on, life and death will never see each other."

After Qin Feng finished speaking, his smile remained unchanged, he took a step back, and walked out of the Nuan Pavilion without saying a word.

Li Mingyuan chased him out, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saw a trace of loneliness in Qin Feng's smile from the side, and immediately felt uncomfortable in his heart, and asked: "Who is that?"

Qin Feng glanced at him, he felt less lonely, and his smile deepened, and he asked calmly, "Have you heard of the Jiangnan Phoenix Tower?"

Li Mingyuan was startled.

The Holy Land of the Rivers and Lakes, like thunder, was about to say something, but Qin Feng received it: "He is the old man Qiwu in the Phoenix Tower."

It turned out to be the owner of Phoenix.

Li Mingyuan remembered the totem of the phoenix on the seal just now, and instantly understood the cause and effect, and frowned: "He wants to pass the Phoenix Tower to you? Who is he to you?"

In his eyes, the Phoenix Tower, which everyone wants to master, is nothing but a cumbersome burden.

What's more...there was the boy he didn't want to look back on.

People can't pursue the past, they can only go forward in the end.

Qin Feng thought for a while, and said lightly: "Old friend."

Li Mingyuan was relentless: "Then what about me? Who am I?"

Qin Feng smiled: "Of course the son is also an old friend."

This reason is not the other reason, but there is no reason, and it is also the reason of relatives.

"All Dao clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones. Naturally, you are a little more old than them." Qin Feng suddenly smiled a little deeper, "Speaking of which, when the son was young, he always seemed to like to call me Xiaojiuer .”

Shi Ziye hadn't had time to feel anything from this sentence.

Qin Feng saw it clearly, and he didn't bother to pick up the hazy layer of veil that seemed to exist, and said with a smile, regardless of Li Mingyuan's confusion, he turned around and left, causing Li Mingyuan to follow quickly.

A gust of wind blows behind me, sweeping away the dark spring fog in the south of the Yangtze River.

After years of separation, both hatred and the end of the world are far away.

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It's not as good as going home

In the 12th year of Tianshun, Huangzhou was covered with heavy snow on New Year's Eve.

This year's palace banquet was unprecedentedly lively, not only because Prince Su had won the battle at the border and returned to the court, but also because there was a young man with picturesque features among the princes in red and purple robes among the officials.

Among the princes, Prince Su was the first, Song Guogong was the second, and this young man was actually ranked third, which shocked countless sour and trembling eyes.

Some sharp-eyed people saw familiarity on the face of Qingcheng, and whispered a few words to the people around them, and they were shocked to realize that it was a palace banquet where the emperor and ministers were harmonious. He was instantly blown away by gossip.

It is not uncommon for an actor to attend a palace banquet. What is strange is that he does not attend the palace banquet to make an appearance, but is a "guest" invited by the emperor.

It is not uncommon for actors to be conferred marquis. In the previous dynasty, the emperor who only loved actors was appointed an official on the left and a noble on the right. He conferred half of his own country and finally perished.

As long as the king is in peace, the king will pour down the country and himself.

Before the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty had time to celebrate the long-awaited pacification of the Northwest with tears in their eyes, they took a sudden turn to witness the absurdity that foreshadowed that the prosperity of the world would fall. The melodious and tactful words have become melancholy and depressing worries.

However, today's New Year's Eve, the emperor is in the right mood, no fool would dare to touch the emperor's bad luck rashly.

Emperor Li Xu was sitting on the throne, unaware of the anxiety of the officials, and happily drank a cup of plum blossom wine with Prince Su Li Xi from afar.

The wind stops and the snow stops, a crescent moon rises outside the palace window, the imperial city dances and dances endlessly, filled with the smell of wine, accompanied by the melodious sound of the qin, flute and pipa. I don’t know how many people are in this prosperous or troubled world that is bewildered and drunk. Among them, the boy's head was lightly whitened.

After drinking for three rounds, Li Xu finally felt a bit of a lack of interest.

During the New Year's Eve, even the talented person who was waiting on the side looked rosy, looked around with a smile on his face, and looked at the emperor's face calmly, before persuading him in a low voice to rest for a while.

What do you seem to have forgotten?Li Xu thought in a bit of confusion.

However, in the past two years, the flames of war and the court situation have been changing continuously, and finally it is only today that there is a short period of clarity.

On New Year's Eve, the emperor, who had worked hard for many years, suddenly felt a bit lazy after eating, drinking, singing and dancing.

He was probably really tired a lot, and he was already drowsy before he got up.

It was rare for the Empress Dowager not to be confused today, so she attended the palace banquet and was sitting on a high place with a benevolent look at the moment. She glanced sideways, and before Li Xu could do anything, she said respectfully: "The emperor is tired?"

Li Xu cheered up and leaned over and nodded: "Mother is in good spirits and spirits, my son can't compare to you."

The queen mother smiled kindly, the emperor who had already passed middle age was still like a young boy in her eyes, she stretched out her hand and patted Li Xu's arm: "Go and rest for a while and come back later."

After finishing speaking, he looked around for a week with blurred eyes, and sighed in disappointment: "Why didn't Zhaoning come?"

broken!

The Empress Dowager's illness is even more unpredictable than the weather, and now it's even more of a crime.

Li Xu's wine was mostly woken up by this question, and he cheered up and said: "Pingyang is in Chang'an Hou's residence tonight, and I came to the palace on the second day of junior high school to greet you."

After saying this, he turned his head and winked at Gao Cai calmly, helped the Empress Dowager and prepared to walk towards the apse: "Empress Mother, the snow scene outside is just right, my son will accompany you to have a look."

Qin Feng listened to all this on one side, and drank a glass of thin wine with a smile.

Li Mingyuan heard it clearly from Jinbi's side. Looking back, he saw Qin Feng raised his head and exposed the beautiful side of his neck. hatred.

The movement of the emperor standing up seemed to have finally stimulated the sour and rotten scholar who had endured for a long time. The gray-haired censor swayed the song and dance unknowingly through the drunkenness, and threw himself in front of the emperor and knelt down, loudly saying: "Your Majesty, please stay! Let's play with words!"

The emperor was worried about what kind of stimulation the Empress Dowager would receive when she fell ill, and when she was stopped by this, he became a bit angry after drinking for no reason, and his face suddenly sank: "If there is something to do, I will play it again! Today I don't want to hear it!"

The censor, however, was relentless: "Your Majesty! It's been heard in ancient times that actors were appointed as marquises. Since you are a minister with a humble position, you can't let the emperor be the king of subjugation who doesn't know what is right and what is wrong!"

After finishing speaking, the three heads knocked on the ground with such force that blood could be seen from the sound.

The ministers were in an uproar.

After drinking, Li Xu's thoughts slowed down by half a beat. He didn't realize what he meant by "actor" for a while, but when he did, he remembered what he had forgotten—the incident of Qin Feng attacking Marquis Chang'an, He was going to tell the ministers today, but after two glasses of wine, he forgot all about it!

Li Xu has been the emperor for decades, and he has always said what he said. Most of the time, when he was contradicted by others, his head was chopped off. Only today, it is rare to feel guilty. The little bit of drunkenness finally dissipated, and he was about to explain something. , but the empress dowager's inexplicable trembling strength was transmitted from her hands. When she turned around, she found that the empress dowager was pale, staring at the glaring bloodstain on the ground without saying a word.

"Where is Zhaoning?" the Queen Mother asked, "Didn't she enter the palace today?"

Li Xi frowned, and secretly winked at Gao Cai.

Gao Cai was pleased, and immediately stepped forward to support the queen mother: "Queen mother, the princess is waiting for you in the palace, and the slave will follow you."

"You lied to Ai's family!" The queen mother suddenly said hoarsely, "You are all lying to Ai's family! Something happened to Zhaoning, right! Zhaoning of Ai's family!"

Gao Cai stepped forward in a hurry, but was thrown away by the queen mother with great strength: "Go! Now go announce the princess to enter the palace! Aijia won't see the princess! You all have to be buried with me!"

There was no sound in the hall.

Gao Cai was neither advancing nor retreating. The queen mother had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, as if she no longer recognized anyone.

Li Mingyuan frowned. Just as he was about to get up and go, he saw Qin Feng, wearing a long gown, step out of the crowd, and walked slowly to the Queen Mother under the eyes of everyone.

He smiled slightly, and the warmth of spring was in Peach Blossom's eyes.

The queen mother was taken aback by his smile, and the hysterical state just now completely faded away, leaving only a dazed emptiness.

Qin Feng stretched out his hand to tie up her loose long hair. The former queen mother was the most beautiful woman in the Jin Palace. Now decades have passed, and the mother's rites can't survive three thousand blue hairs. The years are really embarrassing.

"The princess is fine." Qin Feng said with a smile, his voice was elegant and deep, with the power to comfort people's hearts.

The Empress Dowager quieted down strangely in his voice and movements, but looked suspiciously at the unparalleled and elegant young man in front of her, and the familiarity in her eyes gradually became misty.

"She and the son-in-law are thinking about you, and so is the grandson. We all hope that you will live a long and boundless life."

The Queen Mother's eyes finally glowed with water, and a tear flowed down her cheek, as if it had been accumulated for many years before it finally flowed to her cheek.

"Xiao Jiuer."

Qin Feng wiped away the tears for her, and smiled lightly: "The grandson is back."

Stone sees how tired it is, it is better to return than to travel far.