Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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as predicted.

The next day, when the emperor went to the court, his face was full of red, and he was proud of the spring breeze. He kept silent about Tang's speech, and only ordered the Ministry of Rites to draft a ceremonial note for the canonization of the empress.

That day in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, the belt was half untied, the tears from the corners of Yici's eyes woke him up, the impulsive thoughts stopped, he only asked her, it's okay to spare her life, you will stay in Biyun Temple from now on What? Yici naturally shook her head.

The emperor took her back to the palace, shutting the canary in a golden cage, and doing nothing seemed to satisfy him.He's not feeling well recently, he doesn't want to wait any longer, even if he keeps her in front of him and looks at her every day, it's good.

After saying that, the whole hall was silent, and there were many complaints lying in the stomachs of civil and military officials who were covered under the cloaks of lenient officials, but they dared not say a word.

There are many absurd emperors in the annals of history. There is indeed no shortage of Emperor Chunyou in the history of the Jin Dynasty. According to legend, the emperor is the emperor after all, and after 13 years of patience, he finally fulfilled his dream. Even if he wants to be admonished as a courtier, he should not rush for a while, otherwise he would be blindfolded and hit the knife edge directly to die.

This is not the only shocking purpose.

After coming down to court, the emperor summoned Hu Laiyan and asked him what to do with Tang Ci.

What Hu Laiyan thought in his heart was to kill her, and it would be soon after that.But if it was so simple, why did the emperor ask him?

So he thought about it for a while, and answered bravely, Mr. Tang's misbehavior and surly words have offended Long Yan, how to deal with it should be up to His Majesty.

Why did he behave badly and speak so surlyly? Hu Laiyan avoided the serious and ignored the trivial. He was very smart and knew that the emperor would respond to Empress Yici's inconvenience to execute Tang Ci. But after this incident, her identity was no longer a secret. Unknown, keeping it by your side in Beijing is like raising a tiger.He had a thought in his heart that he might agree with the emperor, if he said it, he might be afraid of the emperor, so he simply pushed all the burden on the emperor.

The emperor laughed and said, "Great kindness." That is to say, Hu Laiyan was ordered to write the memorial on the spot.

Like an ant on a hot pot, Hu Laiyan drafted a trembling copy, knelt down and presented it to the emperor, and refuted it after reading it.

So he drew up and refuted... After five or six times, the emperor took up the imperial pen, dipped it in cinnabar, approved the memorial, threw it to Hu Laiyan, and said with a loud smile: "Hu Aiqing has always been quick-witted, and can relieve my worries. I am very happy about it." !"

The Zhongshu Sheren who is in charge of daily life notes in the hall has never been free since Hu Laiyan entered the hall, and at this moment he is even more eager to write.

Hu Laiyan took the memorial, bowed down, bowed down, and retired respectfully.

Before leaving, he cast a mournful glance at the Zhongshu Sheren, and thought that although he would definitely not have a good reputation in the annals of history after his death, Bi had no choice but to blame the emperor for this matter.

The memorandum was clearly written, Zhu approved it, and Hu Laiyan hurried to buy it. No one knew about it halfway, and it was too late to dissuade him.

Tattoo punishment—destroying her face, shin stick—breaking her legs and feet, sending her to join the army in Liangzhou—destroying her thoughts.

All back roads are completely blocked.

Didn't you beg me to spare her life? I forgive you. This is already my biggest concession.

Li Shunde, an old man from the two dynasties, was waiting in front of the imperial court, and the conversation between the two could be heard clearly, feeling extremely uncomfortable as if a needle had been pricked in his heart.He wanted to persuade him a few words, but Zhang Bao grabbed his sleeve by the side to prevent him from getting into trouble.

The impulse was fleeting, and fear rolled into his heart little by little. Li Shunde hurriedly withdrew half of his toes tremblingly, and only kept feeling that in the face of the supreme power and interests, what are those sporadic blood connections?

The emperor even wanted to kill his elder brother who was a compatriot with his own mother, so what's the problem with a mere niece?

It's just... poor boy.

20 years ago, the golden branches and jade leaves that everyone held in the palm of their hands for fear of flying away and contained in their mouths for fear of melting, now life is like a mustard... Life is worse than death.

Whip wounds and sword wounds were hastily healed, and Tang Ci lay on the stone bed in the cell, staring blankly at the blue and black stone wall above his head.

She hadn't slept for two days and two nights, either because she didn't want to sleep, or because she couldn't sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, scenes from two days ago rushed into her mind, fear, despair, mourning, sadness... I can't tell how many kinds The heart-wrenching feelings were woven into a fine and dense net, and she was firmly trapped in it, and every step she took was like an ant biting her heart.

She hadn't run out of rice and water for two days and two nights, and her mind was burning in a daze yesterday, someone vaguely came over, poked her forehead, brought her a change of clothes and a clean and thick bedding, and changed them for her.He didn't speak, just sat on the edge of the hard stone bed, watched her quietly, fed her food and medicine, felt nauseated as soon as it entered her throat, and vomited it all out.That person was very patient, and he fed it for a long time, over and over again, and he was willing to feed it—probably because he felt that being able to feed some was better than nothing.

Not long after, it seemed that the jailer came to chase him away. After the man left, she was willing to turn sideways and stretched out her hand to touch it. The dry grass was wet. She tapped a little and licked it into her mouth. It was very salty.

Then... she cried too, silently shedding tears that she thought she had already shed.

She knows who that person is, but now she has no face to face anyone, she hates herself for being incompetent.

Hu Laiyan came to pass the decree, and also came to imprison for the first time, probably because it was rare for a royal grandson to fall in his hands, so it would be a pity not to come to imprison himself.

After Tangci knelt on the ground and listened to the will, she smiled sincerely and said, "That's great."

Her hopes, dignity, and fantasies --- two days ago, they were smashed to pieces by the bloody, dirty and embarrassing facts, like a celadon cup that fell on the ground, the fragments were glued together one by one, and there was still one Cracks that cannot be ignored should not disappear with the sun and the moon, and should not be passed by time.

She also thought about dying. After two days of starvation, she didn't even have the strength to break the lamp and cut her wrist.

The long, thin and sharp needle used in tattooing was rolled once in the black charcoal, along the drawn handwriting on the left cheek, and penetrated into the delicate and fair skin bit by bit, and the bright red blood came out densely ...

The wooden sticks used for the shin staff are as thick as an adult's forearm, and the number has not yet been reached, and the leg bones have already broken...

If the heart is dead, the pain in the body may not be felt...

Maozhou.

It is different from the turbulent and turbulent letter that everyone is in danger. Although Maozhou is a bit poor, compared with the two, it looks like a paradise.

It's just that in Tao Qian's Peach Blossom Garden, there are roads along the river, colorful fallen leaves, and hospitable villagers, but here in Maozhou, it's not very interesting to have one or two people.

Holding a thick stack of playbooks copied by herself, Ye Qiuniang flipped through them while sipping tea.

The scrawled, ink-stained, and wrinkled pages were all picked out and placed on the table.

Sitting across from him was Yiyang, who was named Shouling Siguo, who was plainly dressed but unrepentant, biting his fingers and watching the pile of papers on the table getting thicker and thicker. Wrist, anxiously said: "It's too much, it's too much! There wasn't so much yesterday, how can there be any reason to write worse? You are deliberately trying to make trouble for me!"

Ye Qiuniang smiled faintly, took the paper back, and said lightly, "Even though Your Highness is now wearing a sinful body, I dare not treat His Highness lightly."

"But this..."

"On the way to Maozhou, Your Highness sincerely invited me to go with you to chat about boredom. I am not like His Highness who has no worries about food and clothing. Even if I am stuck here, I must not be lazy and let such a small handy skill become unfamiliar. There is no way to even make a living.

Ye Qiuniang got up and wanted to leave, but Yiyang hurriedly grabbed her. She looked like a second-generation ancestor who didn't care about the fireworks in the world and didn't worry about food and clothing: "Why do you worry about making a living? If you stay here with me, the money will be yours." No shortage!"

"Zhilan grows in a deep valley, not because there are no people and no fragrance. A gentleman cultivates morality and morality, and does not change his festival for poverty."

Ye Qiuniang tried her best to break away Yiyang's hand that was grabbing her sleeve, but she was so strong that she couldn't break free, so she said helplessly: "Your Highness, in a few days the capital will send envoys to teach as usual. Do you want to detain more without reason?" Other people's crimes, stay here for another year or two?"