Fog rose in the early hours of the morning. It shrouded the ancient city of Hangzhou in a misty haze. The shadows of the waterways and city walls flickered. On the plains, one could not see anything clearly beyond ten to twenty feet. Occasionally, a carriage would pass by at a slow speed. It would appear like a wild beast in one's field of vision. A moment later, it would burrow into the white haze on the other side of one's field of vision and disappear.
After opening one's eyes, the glaring fog temporarily calmed the austere atmosphere from last night. It divided the heavy and solemn atmosphere in the city into a small area that could only be seen with one's eyes. There were more soldiers on the city walls. However, the surroundings were hazy and the dew was heavy in the early morning. The soldiers in twos and threes only lit braziers and sat in a circle to talk about last night's turmoil and domestic trifles. Occasionally, a general would patrol by and they would stand up energetically.
Among the overlapping courtyards in the city, the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking had yet to be heard. The people who got up early were not in a hurry to go out. They lit their stoves and lamps and quietly waited at home for the situation to change. Not long after, the rustling sounds and whispers were drowned out by the rolling fog.
In the small courtyard behind the Wenlie Academy on Xiliu Street, the faint yellow light was already lit. The bedroom door opened. A young girl who had just woken up and was not dressed neatly stepped over the threshold. When she looked back, the young scholar with a bandage on his head rubbed his eyes and wanted to follow. The scholar had a mature and steady temperament, but he was not very old. At this moment, he was injured and looked like he had not woken up yet. The young girl turned her head and said something with her mouth pouting. Then, she pushed and pushed the scholar to go back to sleep.
The warm yellow light swayed slightly. The two of them were in a stalemate at the door for a moment. The young girl, who was originally a servant girl and was now also a concubine, waved her hands and feet. She was bold and confident, but her expression was rather aggrieved. The scholar made a few movements to show that he was in good health, but his reason did not seem to be accepted by the other party. After a moment, the scholar helplessly pulled on the young girl's clothes and pulled her back into the room. The young girl was slightly stunned. Her originally somewhat arrogant attitude suddenly subsided. She shrank her neck and said, "Ah …"
The door was closed.
"Young, young master … the, the sky is going to brighten … oh …"
No matter how strong the aura that occasionally appeared was, a lamb was still a lamb. It was difficult to describe in detail what kind of experience a little sheep would have after falling into the hands of a big bad wolf. Most likely, he would have to wear his clothes again. In the process, our vision left the courtyard below us. The fog once again covered him in layers and layers. In the office where the Black Feather Guard was located, a young man called An Xifu was sitting in front of a table reading documents. It was unknown whether he had been busy for the entire night or he had just woken up. When he saw the names of the Tyrant's Blade Camp and Ning Liheng enter his eyes, he reached out and flicked the wick of the oil lamp. After a while, he put the document aside.
In another courtyard of the city, Chen Fan, who had just finished his training, was half-naked. He poured a bucket of cold well water on his body. Steam rose from his skin as he let out a long sigh. As an unemployed person according to Ning Yi, there wasn't much he could do besides training and visiting people. Recently, he was still paying close attention to the group of children at Wenlie Academy. Not long after, he went out with a roll in his mouth. When he passed by the door of the neighboring courtyard, he saw that the door of the family's courtyard was wide open in the fog. The people inside seemed to be anxiously busy with something. He vaguely remembered that someone seemed to have come to their house in the middle of the night to ask if they had lost a family member last night. Hangzhou's public security was not peaceful. He rolled his eyes. This was An Xifu's matter, it had nothing to do with him.
His vision returned to the northern city wall. Blood splashed in the white fog. The light of the blade cut the neck of the soldier. Next to him, a long spear pierced through the air after leaving a large splash of blood. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared outside the city wall.
The figure suddenly appeared. His speed was as fast as a flying locust. As he sprinted, he brandished his sword and spear. The soldiers in front of him didn't even have time to make a sound before they were killed. The figure did not slow down after he brandished his sword. When the figures crossed each other, he held the corpse of the soldier whose neck had been cut open. He slowly leaned the corpse against the parapet wall. His companions next to him tied and threw out ropes. The group quickly landed and left the city.
On the other side of the city, in the temporary palace of the Yongle Dynasty, the court meeting had been going on for some time. In fact, after the establishment of the Yongle Dynasty, the court meeting was not held often. The Revolutionary Army was not so particular. Each leader could meet and hold a meeting at any time. However, because of the rebellion last night, this morning's court meeting was obviously necessary. After Qi Yuankang's death, how to fill the gap and how to divide the benefits had already been decided. However, there were still many things that needed to be discussed and confirmed. At this time, the not very long political discussion had come to an end. After the court was dismissed, Fang La invited a few officials to have breakfast with him. Queen Shao Xianying also came out to accompany them. This was equivalent to a family dinner.
"The world's wind and clouds come from my generation. Once I enter Jianghu, time flies … I … I heard that when we captured Qi Yuankang last night, this was Qianqian's poem? What a good poem … "
Fang La had been on the throne for some time, but in front of some of his old brothers, he was not used to addressing himself like this. At this time, when he mentioned the poem "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer", there was a bit of surprise in his smile. Empress Shao smiled and said, "I also feel strange when I hear it. This child is usually the best at wielding swords and spears. I didn't expect that she would come up with such a poem. I know that she has some admiration for talented people … Prime Ministers, both of you are learned scholars and are familiar with Qianqian. Do you think this poem was written by her? "
Among the people present, Lou Minzhong and Zu Shiyuan were both knowledgeable scholars. After pondering for a while, Lou Minzhong said, "The art of poetry is broad and profound. It's hard to tell who the author is or isn't. However, Qianqian usually seems to be mischievous, but she is actually a person of great wisdom. I don't think she would cheat on this matter. "
Shao Xianying was not a scholar, and she only treated Liu Watermelon as a junior, so she asked the question casually. However, Lou Minzhong was an experienced and prudent person. Scholars also valued this aspect very much. In this circle, if someone's reputation was ruined because of plagiarism, it would be difficult for him to survive in the future. Although Liu Watermelon was not in this line of work, he could only give an ambiguous answer at this time. However, Zu Shiyuan, who was beside him, laughed after he finished speaking.
"Prime Minister Lou's great wisdom, I think it is true. To be honest, the poem is actually simple and upright. There are not too many allusions, and there are not too many obscure words. However, the spirit in it is quite amazing. If one is not heroic and uninhibited, I'm afraid he would not be able to write it. To be honest, I feel that this poem is in line with our Miss Dabiao's style. Although the Tyrant's Saber Camp has recruited a few knowledgeable people, because they are knowledgeable, I'm afraid they would not be able to write this kind of poem. The possibility of having someone write it for them is not high … "
After Zu Shiyuan finished speaking, the people around him discussed for a while. A man sitting a little further away frowned and said, "However, this' Grand Hegemony 'in a joking manner … isn't it a little overstepping …" This person was called Gao Yu, and he was an assistant minister. He was quite capable, but although he had been asked to stay, his status was not considered high among this group of people. When he finished speaking, Fang La waved his hand.
"Haha, what's wrong with it? Grand Hegemony is in a joking manner. What the Tyrant's Saber Camp has been doing all these years, isn't it grand hegemony? Oh, Xianying, thinking back, this little girl was quite ambitious. She wanted to be a female emperor, and I allowed her to do so. Although her surname is not Fang, I see her as a legitimate daughter. In the future, I will definitely give her a city and a land. Minister Gao, don't let her hear what you said. Otherwise, if she takes a knife and chases after you, I won't be able to protect you … "
Gao Yu was a yes-man. Although Empress Shao Xianying smiled, she then frowned and said softly, "If this poem was really written by Little Watermelon, doesn't it sound … a little decadent? What 'Grand Hegemony' in a joking manner, not better than a drunken life ',' The world is like a tide, and people are like water '… "
Fang La was stunned. "After so many years, it's probably because … this child is a little tired …"
As he said this, he couldn't help but think of all the things that had happened along the way, from Liu Dabiao's death to Qi Yuankang's rebellion last night. He had seen all the people around him, and all the people who had died. The young girl called Watermelon had naturally seen all of this, and then slowly grew up. However, there were some things that a man's state of mind was naturally different from a woman's. The few people in the hall who were familiar with Liu Watermelon thought for a while and sighed. "Qianqian has also grown up."
Then, Zu Shiyuan said, "Speaking of which, our Miss Liu has already passed the age of marriage, right?" As he said this, he looked at Lou Minzhong, who was beside him.
Fang La also sighed and said, "It's always fighting, fighting back and forth, and being delayed … I haven't seen a suitable person."
Shao Xianying said, "How is it that I haven't seen a suitable person? However, this child is very ambitious, and has never seen anyone she likes … Speaking of which, as the elders, we haven't been very attentive. Before Dabiao died, he entrusted the child to us … Husband, do you think … it's time to find a suitable person for the child?"
Shao Xianying herself was a heroine among women. Back then, she was in charge of military affairs with Fang Baihua. Although she was now the Empress, she still called Fang La by her original name. In her opinion, if a young girl who was almost twenty years old said that she was tired, it was naturally because she was already so old, yet she still didn't have a husband. Fang La nodded. "But who should we look for? Have you ever seen her flirting with any man in all these years? Especially when it comes to this kind of thing. If we look for one of them and he's chopped by her, what should we say if it gets out?"
The memory of Lou Jingzhi almost being slashed to death was still fresh in his mind. It wasn't that it was a big deal to slash a few people, but as a girl, she still cared about her reputation. If she really slashed a man on a blind date, how could she find a husband in the future? Fang La couldn't help but lower her voice when she said the latter half of her sentence. Shao Xianying whispered, "What about Chen Fan?"
"It's not right for two people to fight when they meet. You say they are happy enemies, right? If they still fight all day after getting married, who can stand it …"
While they were talking, Zu Shiyuan interrupted with a smile, "How about Young Master Lou?"
"Who?"
"Which Young Master Lou?"
"Lou Xiang's eldest son."
It wasn't a very formal occasion, and Lou Minzhong and Zu Shiyuan had a good relationship, so Lou Minzhong just sighed and glanced at him. "Zu Xiang, although the Lou family and the Liu family are friends, and I also want Qianqian to be my daughter-in-law, it's not like you don't know that my son was almost slashed to death. Why bring it up again …"
"It's not a joke." Zu Shiyuan smiled and said, "At first, the two of them didn't have a deep relationship, and Qianqian had a bad temper. It was quite embarrassing for them to cause trouble, but after spending some time together, maybe there has been a turn for the better? I heard that when Qianqian was attacked last night, Jingzhi was at the scene and helped her … "
Lou Minzhong frowned. "Is there such a thing?"
"Jingzhi didn't tell us in detail when she went back?"
Regarding the assassination attempt on Liu Dabiao by the three Qi brothers last night, the intelligence reports from various places were actually a little vague, but the main meaning was still clear. Liu Dabiao and Lou Jingzhi worked side by side to fight against the assassins led by Qi Xinyong, Qi Xinyi, and Qi Xinhan. During this period, it also showed that Liu Dabiao deliberately arranged the matter to settle the grudge according to the rules of the Jianghu, and Lou Jingzhi happened to be there. No matter what aspect of the situation, Ning Liheng was naturally omitted.
Lou Minzhong learned about the assassination of his son last night, but the source of the news was different. When Lou Jingzhi returned home, she felt that she was disgraced, so of course, she didn't mention Liu Watermelon. Lou Minzhong had a lot of things to deal with, so when she found out that her son was safe, she naturally let out a sigh of relief and didn't pay attention to it for the time being. However, when Zu Shiyuan saw it this morning, his mind was filled with reverie. It could be a hero saving a beauty, or a beauty saving a hero. They even fought side by side in a private meeting on the street. Of course, there would be drama between young men and women. He wanted to be a good karma, so he said it at this time, which shocked Lou Minzhong. After all, he quite liked this young girl who single-handedly supported the Tyrant's Saber Camp. If there really was hope for his son, of course, he would be happy to see it happen.
Lou Minzhong's attitude was ambiguous, and Zu Shiyuan smiled happily, so the crowd also began to gossip. When Zu Shiyuan told them about the situation last night and his own speculation, everyone felt that there was a chance, and they began to discuss the matter one after another.
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