The Record of the Blackening of Traitors

"Rongqing? Where did this come from to send you to death?"

The siege of Yuyin Mountain has not yet ended, and the news of the replacement of the Grand Tutor in the Southern Dynasties has become the talk of the streets and alleys like weeds in spring.

Jincheng has been in power since Lord Yanshan, and he can fly out of the palace with any news. These sleeping flowers and willows are entrusted with important tasks by the family because of their status as "legendary" figures, and they dare to say anything outside when they are drunk.

Each of them raised his wine glass and waved his hand, "What do you care about him, the last one who is said to be taking the position of the old master, the grass on the grave is taller than you and me."

"I heard that the old lady has already gone to the hunting ground of Yuyin Mountain. I see, with this expression, she is determined not to leave Yuyin Mountain."

"It's not certain. After all, the matter of Wuyun Temple came first. The old lady Fu changed her usual attitude and said nothing. I guess that the water and fire cannot reach the freezing point. That person probably made up his mind and didn't want to bear it anymore. Hey , I just feel sorry for those beauties who look like flowers and jade."

Mentioning this, the atmosphere in the pavilion became extremely gloomy for a while.Those beauties bestowed not only include dancers from the mermaid race, but also noble ladies from various families. This time, the reputation of Yuyin Mountain and his party has also been ruined. In this way, they really hope that the old master will clean up together, so as not to go out in time. Yuyin Mountain...involves the family.

This is indeed a big problem, if the unnamed guest named Rongqing walks out of Yuyin Mountain alive, wouldn't most of the officials in Jincheng have a relationship with him by marriage.

At that time, there will be no face for the aristocrats of the family.

There was only a moment of silence, and the new group of people brought up the old story again, and there was another discussion in the pavilion.

Dusk is over, the setting sun is like blood, illuminating Jincheng radiantly, and as the sun goes by, the dark color turns blue, pouring down strand by strand.

After returning from studying in the Northern Kingdom, as soon as he entered Jincheng, Rong Qing's name was heard from time to time. After a pause, Ning Xu turned and walked to a tea shop by the roadside, ordered a cup of tea, and sat down in silence.

But at this time, on the high attic, two people were sitting side by side by the window, one of them listened with great interest, his expression couldn't hide his gloating.

"Brother seems very happy."

"Ah," Gusu Wuwang touched his face, "Is there? Is it so obvious?"

Yan Qi said: "From Guixuelou to Jincheng, brother is in a good mood all the way."

Gusu Wuwang smiled, and tapped the edge of the empty teacup with her fingertips, "You won't experience the fun of this easily."

Yan Qi added a cup of tea for Gusu Wuwang, and said, "But it has something to do with Brother Jiu."

"It's natural," Gusu Wuwang said frankly: "In this world, anyone who is acquainted with that old rascal will yearn for him..." Picking up the teacup, Gusu Wuwang paused, took a sip, Fang Youyou said: "Hurry up and die. But... from your tone, you have seen that old rascal before."

Yan Qi said: "It's a matter of fate."

Gusu Wuwangpo felt surprised, "When will he return to Guixuelou?"

When Liancheng's accident happened, he was still in the Meiyao Clan, and Liancheng was not a big character, not to the point where everyone knew him.What's more, Xuan Lingzi mostly concealed Liancheng's injury.

Yan Qi said: "I don't know, I only met once in the Holy Water Tianchi."

Gusu Wuwang said: "Then it's probably your seventh senior sister who called you, after all, the drunken flower shade in Guhuatai... Hey, speaking of it, have you seen your seventh senior sister, has she lost weight recently, is she used to living here? "

Yan Qi said: "Brother, I have never met Seventh Senior Sister."

"That's right, she's going to follow the old hooligan anyway." Mentioning this incident, Gusu Wuwang felt very uncomfortable.But when he thought that Liancheng and the old master Fu were about to fight, he was very happy.

Turning his eyes to the window, he caught a glimpse of Ning Xu sitting in the teahouse, and his eyes sank.Sensing the changes in Gusu Wuwang, Yan Qi followed his gaze and fixed on Ning Xu.

It was a young man in green clothes and Confucian shirts, with an elegant demeanor and a gentleman like jade.

Yan Qi asked, "An old friend?"

"En." Gusu Wuwang nodded.In fact, he can't be regarded as an old friend, but because of his relationship with Liancheng, he has naturally met Ning Xu.

As soon as the words fell, Ning Xu in the restaurant settled his bill and got up.Gusu Wuwang got up immediately, picked up the two jars of wine bought beside her and chased them out.

As far as Qingshi Shenxiang, Baihuai stops little by little.

……

On the other side, the cavalry crossed the road.

As early as an hour ago, someone had reported the news of the old lady Fu coming to Yuyin Mountain.

Fu Ren Feishuang, an old lady from the Southern Dynasty, has passed her eighties and has assisted three generations of kings. Although she has little real power, her status is the most respected.

After Yan Shanjun succeeded to the throne, the old lady's political opponents tried every means, intending to pull the old lady down in a justifiable way. They tried all kinds of methods, but inexplicable accidents always happened.

When approaching Zi, the old master Fu arrived at Yuyin Mountain.

The mountains and rain are hazy, and the sparrows are singing.In the long pavilion with rain scene, the bamboo forest is clear with rain, and in the misty clouds and mist, a young girl in green shirt sits in the forest, plucking the strings of the piano, pearls and jade fragments fall, the old lady Fu in the long pavilion squints her eyes slightly, taps the air with her fingertips lightly, with a peaceful expression.

Ordinary old people, at Ren Feishuang's age, more or less have serious problems, but Ren Feishuang is different. As a decent mortal, Ren Feishuang's spirit becomes more and more hale and hearty the more he lives.But in the end, he was old. After a serious illness three years ago, he became lazy and loved to sit in a wheelchair whenever he had nothing to do.

From this appearance, it is impossible to see such an old man who used words to force a political opponent to commit suicide on the spot half a month ago.

After learning that the old lady Fu was going to Yuyin Mountain, Lord Yanshan sent Chongyao to go first according to the original habit.

After Chongyao left, Mr. Yanshan never got up. Daxi sat alone on the dressing table, applying makeup to the mirror, and the moonlight went straight to her cheeks, showing a softness that was completely different from that in the daytime.

Among the three thousand people in Yanshan Jun's harem, Daxi's original appearance is not considered top-notch, but her current grace all depends on this "painting skin" skill, which makes her seven-point beauty stand out from the crowd.

The black pen brushes over the tip of the eyebrows, the brows seem to frown, the distant mountains are outlined, and the lips are red with rouge, as bright as roses.

In the mist, Yan Shanjun slowly opened his eyes, and said a low curse, "Old guy."

……

Liushuangtai, octagonal eaves, green bamboos dripping dew everywhere, lotus ponds full of warm water, surrounded by fairy clouds.

When Liancheng arrived with Chongyao, the music of the zither did not stop, and the maid with the palace lantern stood bowed like a fairy concubine.

The old lady Fu lay on her back in the wheelchair, closed her eyes and meditated, shaking the feather fan in her hand from time to time, quite leisurely.

On the side, there was a swordsman standing with his sword in his arms, wearing a black gauze hat, and he was silent, unable to hide his murderous aura.

Under the Liushuang stage, Chongyao paused, raised his hand slightly backwards, Liancheng's eyes lowered, and he stopped walking.

Chong Yao walked towards the old matriarch alone, and bowed his hands humbly: "Old matriarch..."

The old lady suddenly raised her hand and interrupted: "Don't talk, my current state of mind is not suitable for communicating with you."

Compared with the old master Fu's current expression, his voice was unexpectedly soft, lacking in breath, and he spoke every word extremely slowly and lightly.

The air was slowly suffocating, Chong Yao's face remained unchanged, he was silent for a while, and then said: "Old Madam Fu, Your Majesty..."

Fang three words, the old lady Fu covered her heart, waved her sleeves, her face was full of grief, and her slanted eyes were extremely sharp, "Presumptuous, are you trying to force me to deal with you?"

Chong Yao maintained the posture of handcuffing, not daring to say a word.

With Chongyao's current status, only this old lady Fu dared to be so rude to him in the Southern Dynasty.Facing the sudden heavy energy of the old lady Fu, Yao remained motionless.

The condensed sword of Gang Qi narrowly brushed past Chongyao's ear, and went straight to Liancheng.

Liancheng turned to one side, raised his hand to catch the sword energy, and immediately turned to meet the oncoming scabbard, and with a skillful use of force, he grabbed the scabbard and turned his fingers to face the person coming up.

The black-clothed swordsman with outstanding swordsmanship has the aura of thousands of swords rushing to the thunder, and the scabbard is out of hand, and the aura is vertical and horizontal.

The scabbards collided with each other, and both of them stepped back, their eyes met.

This is so familiar...

Feel!

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Liancheng didn't dare to be careless, he waved his left hand, flicked the back of his right finger, and wrapped the scabbard around the sword.

The black-clothed swordsman responded calmly, released the long sword in his hand and made a circle towards Liancheng. During this circle, the two moved back and forth three times, each retreated three steps, Liancheng held the back with one hand, and raised it with one palm.On the opposite side, the scabbard covered the sword, and there was a flint sound.

The outcome has been decided.

Chong Yao's lowered eyes turned, the meaning was unclear.

The old man in the wheelchair seemed to chuckle, and waved his hand again.Everyone understood and retreated quietly, only the sound of the qin in the forest remained, ancient and elegant.

Liancheng is also proficient in the art of piano, so he can naturally hear the hidden murderous intent under the sound of running water.

The solitary shadow is sparse and shallow, the shadow of the moon is horizontal and slanting, and the leaves fall silently.

Liancheng seemed to understand the reason for his trip to Yuyin Mountain, he nodded slightly, and said, "Uncle Master."

With a sword coming to the west, Kyushu is frosty and cold.Heaven and earth are in harmony, and heavenly swords are vertical and horizontal.

The first person in Guixuelou who left a sword mark on the sword test tablet—Zonghengjianjue Ren Feishuang.

For this senior uncle, Liancheng is only a few acquaintances, and even his master Xuan Lingzi is no more than a nod of friendship.

He is the eldest disciple of Lord Tangxi, and also the disciple with the most high hopes, but he was removed from the list of Guixuelou after three years of learning art.According to Xuan Lingzi, he was the first person to know Ren Feishuang's identity besides Lord Tangxi, and Liancheng was the second, and currently, the last one.

Just three words, the sound of the piano suddenly changed sharply, and the sky, rain and dew stopped for a moment.

The wind mat fell to the ground, and the sleeves of the clothes floated.

The old lady Fu said: "Last time, I asked you about your affairs. How do you think about it?"

What are you thinking about?Liancheng thought for a while before picking up the things that had been left out of the sky long ago. Thinking about what to do now, Liancheng thought about it: "Should I do it?"

The old matriarch shook the cattail fan lightly in his hand, "Then..."

But in the blink of an eye, two figures passed by in the bamboo forest, their fingertips condensed into swords, the shadows of the swords flew, and the sound of clanging could be heard endlessly.

Liancheng retreated step by step, Ren Feishuang only used one hand, the moves were simple and powerful, Liancheng was rarely able to fight back.

……

After a quarter of an hour, the sound of the piano slowed down, and Mr. Yanshan finally arrived here.

The old lady Fu returned to her wheelchair to take a rest, and Chong Yao bowed under Liushuang stage.

There are broken leaves and broken bamboos. In one place, the branches and leaves are overlapping, and the color of blood is still there. Yanshan Jun stared for a moment, walked around with his feet, and walked straight to the old master. He changed his appearance in front of others, and said respectfully, "Teacher."

He was dressed in black with moiré pattern, with a jade crown and hair, and with an attitude that had to be humbled. Looking up at his figure, he was as handsome as jade, but there was always a hint of blue at the corners of his eyes and brows, and his eyes were also erratic and hazy. Not very energetic.

At that time, the former king died unexpectedly, and he did not choose a successor in advance. Various factions fought, and the court was chaotic. It was the old matriarch who assisted the eleven-year-old Yanshan Lord to ascend the throne of the Southern Dynasty. After that, the old matriarch personally educated him Mr. Yanshan.

From the expectation of the people to the unbearable looking back, Mr. Yanshan only spent five years to prove to the old master that the puppet he thought he was the best to control at the beginning was actually premeditated.

With the ever-changing political situation and the puppets out of control, the relationship between Lord Yanshan and the old master has been very delicate over the years.

The old matriarch was still sitting, straight to the point, and said: "This is what you mean."

Lord Yanshan said: "No."

The old lady Fu said: "How to prove it."

How to prove it, it can't be said that it was a whim and accidentally played it off.

Lord Yanshan said: "Teacher, there is a saying in ancient times, the king wants his ministers to die, and if the ministers don't die, it is because of disloyalty. I don't know if you know it?"

The old lady Fu said: "So, the king's intention is to let the old minister die."

Lord Yanshan said: "You are a lonely teacher..."

"You also know that I am your teacher," said the old matriarch, "Your Majesty said that you want your ministers to die, and if your ministers don't die, it is because of disloyalty. Your Majesty remembers it clearly, but I don't know if you can remember the next sentence."

Yan Shanjun's eyes darkened, "Teacher, your words are over."

The old lady Fu said: "I thought that Your Majesty was fascinated by Gentle Township for half of his mind. He only remembered the preface but not the afterword. I was relieved to listen to Your Majesty's current words."

Lord Yanshan did not answer, but turned his eyes to Chongyao, Chongyao cupped his hands, and said, "Teacher came from a long way, and the journey was tiring, Your Majesty has ordered the imperial physician to prepare a warming medicine soup in advance, wait for the Grand Tutor to drink it, rest for a while and then talk about it." It's not too late to talk."

"I'm old, and it's time for me to take care of my life. The government changes and turns, and talented people come out in large numbers. I have been in the court for a long time, and now I am retiring. It can be regarded as a successful retirement. Otherwise, there will be unforeseen circumstances. People have misfortunes and blessings, if they are not guaranteed, one day it will be a pity that they will be buried in the mountains and grass, and it is better to follow nature and make a place for those who need it more, this is what you want to say."

The old lady Fu Youyou said, with a smile that was not a smile, "Don't think about it anymore, your wishful thinking and self-righteous thoughts have filled the entire Yuyin Mountain with stupid suffocation."

"You need to know that I have been in the position of Taifu for more than [-] years. I have been the Taifu of three generations of kings. There is an order of pardon for life and death. If I am going to retire peacefully, then I should not climb up in the first place. Climbing up is going to be someone else's stepping stone, which is a tragic death, so I shouldn't have the idea of ​​becoming an official in the first place. I should put my love on the mountains and rivers, plant chrysanthemums and hoe the fields. However, I have no power and no power. It is a general who will be successful and the bones will die, and farming will not escape his fate, and he may even die faster, so why should I become a general in a thousand bones instead of a general in a thousand bones."

"You, give me a reason, let me bear with your stupid pretense, let your suicidal history leave a bad name for thousands of years, and retire willingly."

Chong Yao lowered his head even lower.

The old master Fu's words can be described as outrageous, but they are indeed the only things he can say. Lord Yanshan is not surprised by this, but he doesn't know how to refute it.

Besides, he didn't intend to have more verbal disputes with the old lady Fu.

After all, in terms of age, it is the old matriarch who can't wait, not him.

As for the matter of mercy...

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Yan Shan already had a countermeasure.

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