Li Chaoyi's Anecdote

When Qinghe left the palace, he saw Da Sima's chariot passing by the Zhuque gate, greeting him front and back, embracing each other from left to right, and more than a hundred servants and servants cutting off the wide long street.He stood there and watched for a long time, until the mighty and mighty team drifted away and finally disappeared at the end of the smoke and willows, then he turned around slowly, melted into the bustling crowd, and drifted away.

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In October of Xinyou, there are still one year and five months before the fall of the previous dynasty.

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It coincides with the emperor's birthday, according to the rules of previous years, all the officials should pay homage in front of the Zichen Hall and say "Long live" three times, and then the emperor will give a banquet in the imperial garden to have fun with all the dignitaries.But this year's birthday, it was Yuwen Da Sima who married his son, and most of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty went to congratulate him. Lingluo paved the road, and the singing and singing were ten miles away.

The emperor hummed softly along with the dance music, and turned his head to look at the few green-robed officials in front of him. Their faces were all very unfamiliar, and he thought they were not qualified to see Tianyan on weekdays.

"What tune is this?" asked the emperor.

Those young officials glanced at each other, frowned and said, "Return to the Holy One, it's Feng looking back."

"That's right, it's nice to hear." The emperor naturally understood in his heart that it was the elegant music that could only be played when he married the queen.

A king and several ministers faced each other from a distance, and there was no sound during the banquet. The emperor held up his chopsticks, looking at the delicacies all over his eyes, but had no intention of saying anything. When the bowl falls, a glass of residual wine is splashed on the tip of the shoe, and a dark shadow swims out.

The emperor said: "I am here, I think you will not enjoy it too."

"The minister is in fear..."

"You don't need to be so cautious," the emperor looked at the empty tables in the garden, wishing he could walk over and kick over all of them, "these are all good things, if you are full, take them back and give them to your family to taste." .” After saying that, he shook the crown on his forehead and turned away.

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Walking outside the Linde Hall, I saw Qinghe standing under the hibiscus tree with dust and flowers all over the ground. He had been waiting for a long time.

The emperor pretended not to see him, and brushed past him, Qinghe stopped him with his whisk, and said with a salute: "I wish His Majesty the emperor a long and holy life, forever and ever."

Without turning his head, the emperor said, "Let's say these auspicious words to old man Yuwen."

Qing He knew that he had just been wronged, so he didn't care about him, but just smiled and said: "I brought a gift for His Majesty."

Hearing these two words, the emperor couldn't care less about getting angry, and hurriedly tugged on Qinghe's sleeve and said, "What gift, quickly show it to me."

"Your Majesty, watch carefully..." He calmly raised his hand, grasped it in mid-air, and then closed his eyes slightly, muttering something in his mouth. After about a stick of incense, Qing Hefang opened his eyes.The emperor looked at his empty hands and said doubtfully, "There's nothing..."

Qing He no longer played tricks, pointed with his right hand, and said, "Your Majesty, please look behind you."

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On the hibiscus and moss, there are two silver guns, one long and one short, obliquely inserted.

The emperor suddenly thought of two lines of poems, in ancient times, only Changshan Zhao Zilong was the one who rushed to the battle to help the crisis.

It's just that now, who else can reach out to help him.

"The long one is called Gufeng, and the short one is called Qushui, both of which were made by famous masters in Taihua Mountain."

The emperor stroked the gun body, but felt it was as smooth as water and as cold as ice. He pulled out one of his hairs and blew gently on the blade, and it broke into two pieces without hindrance.

"A good gun!" the emperor praised, "It's a pity... I am not good at martial arts, this gun will follow me, I am afraid that I will never have the day to fight..."

Qing He said: "This palace city can trap His Majesty for a while, can it trap a lifetime?"

"I..." The emperor clenched his two guns tightly, and looked up at the distant sky. Outside the vermilion palace wall, on the phoenix tower covered by clouds and the sun, I don't know when, I can see a touch of blue. The sky is pure, clean, dust-free, as if staring at this person on the ground, this young monarch.

The emperor narrowed his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Qinghe, I also have something to give you."

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"There is a saying in the ancients, to send hook spring wine to warm up every other seat. This jade pot spring must be heated on the stove for three rounds, so that its flavor can be fully released." Lu Taoran was slightly drunk.

"I knew you liked it, and I kept it specially for you. This is the last jar of this year." The emperor knew about Qinghe deeply. Although he was addicted to alcohol, his capacity for alcohol was not satisfactory. You can only drink three cups, and you will be drunk if you drink any more.He looked at Qinghe, shook his head helplessly, and said: "I have heard people say that wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines. I really don't know why you are so addicted."

Qinghe leaned on the tree, threw the fly whisk in his hand aside, and took another sip, the drunkenness in his eyes deepened: "Back then I drank... for others to see, until these few years, it was for my own enjoyment... "

"Your Majesty, look... the world of mortals, the white snow, the spring flowers and the autumn moon, the gathering of fate and the separation of fate, and the rotation of the four seasons, which one is not the wonder of the sky, the merit of good fortune... and which one is not worth explaining?"

The emperor sneered, "Even that old man Yuwen?"

"Seeing him in a beautiful state, seeing him invincible, and seeing him collapse and turn into mud, who said that this is not the most pleasant thing in the world?"

The emperor lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly said: "Qinghe, if you want to be a powerful minister, you are much better than old man Yuwen..."

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Qinghe was addicted to alcohol, holding the jar with some reluctance and said: "Wine is good wine, but it's a pity that it's not old enough, so it's too frivolous."

"That's easy," said the emperor. "Let's find a place to bury it, and one day when the old man is eradicated and I really rule the world, I will get up and drink at the celebration banquet."

"Where is it buried?"

"Just under this hibiscus tree."

Qinghe stood up a little staggeringly, looked around: "Then I have to find something convenient..."

"It's right in front of you, why bother to look for it again." The emperor threw the curved water to him, "Quickly try to see if it works."

Qinghe laughed: "If senior Nanxun knew that I wasted her effort so much, he would definitely drive me out of the gate."

"That's what I wish for," the emperor plunged the spear deeply into the ground, and the sharp steel blade effortlessly broke through several layers of hard soil, bringing out some soft sand and stones, "It's just for you to return to vulgarity, come and give it to me. Be the prime minister."

"Prime Minister... um..." Qing He looked at the busy back of the emperor, wiped away the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then shot hard into the dark brown soil.

The sound of "ballast" was firm and short.

Something has broken through the ground, and no one can stop it.

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In the third month of Renxu, it is said that there is still one year before the fall of the former dynasty.

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On the Shangsi Festival of the third day of junior high school, Qinghe was playing chess with a young monk at the Jinghua Temple. Together, the monks had a great time fighting among the 81 mountains and rivers in a square inch.After playing until he got excited, Qinghe took out a wine gourd from his bosom, took a sip of it, and then threw it to the person opposite.The bhikkhu did not refuse, raised his head and drank the remaining half of the jug in one gulp.

"Baldy, do you eat meat?" Qing He took out another pack of greased paper, unfolded it, and inside was a piece of golden and crispy venison.Qinghe didn't use chopsticks either, so he tore a piece with his hands and ate it with great relish.The bhikkhu clasped his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name, and then started to chew with Qinghe's appearance.

"how is the taste?"

"It seems that we can add another [-]% of the heat."

"I didn't expect you, a bald man, to be quite particular."

"Amitabha, the almsgiver has praised you absurdly."

Qing He casually dropped a son on the chessboard and said, "Although we are of the same father and mother, your elder brother from Jiangling is far less intelligent than you..."

"Don't talk too much, benefactor," the bhikkhu interrupted him with a smile, "Since the poor monk has escaped into Buddhism, he has nothing to do with the mundane world. Brothers and sisters, uncles and sisters-in-law, even if his biological parents come, the poor monk I'm too lazy to add another look."

"Playing hard to get, really shameless..." Qing He laughed and cursed, suddenly saw a talisman bird enter through the window and land on the back of his hand, Qing He suddenly changed his face, stood up suddenly, and saw Hua Guang flashing , Reappearance is already outside the garden tree.

"Success or failure, ups and downs, your own destiny, what are you in a hurry for..." The bhikkhu turned his head and laid a son on the scale leisurely.

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As soon as Qinghe stepped into the emperor's bedroom, he smelled a strong scent of benzoin, and the light smoke swirled and rose along the golden dragon circled on the jade pillar.

The emperor sank on the heavy mattress, motionless, only one hand stretched out from the curtain, and there was a circle of water stains on the soft bedding. His five fingers were slightly bent, as if trying to struggle grab something.

Qinghe walked over and put his hand in his palm.The finger bent tentatively, and finally held it tightly.

A familiar and tired voice came from the curtain: "Qinghe... that old man really wants my life..."

"Your Majesty is ordered by the heavens, he is not so courageous..."

"No, he has!" The emperor called out, "Qinghe, you haven't seen today...the old man...in front of everyone...pushed me into the Taiye Pond! None of the civil and military officials agreed with him. Help!"

"The old man is still smiling at me...he is smiling..."

"His Majesty……"

"I'm in the water, so I can see clearly."

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From the beginning to the end, the emperor did not lift the thin curtain.

Neither did Qinghe.

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"Eight years...Qinghe, tell me, how many more years do I have to wait?"

As soon as this remark came out, Qing He didn't know how to comfort him, and he suddenly realized that so many years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Flowers on the ruins, graves