Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 118

If Clivia is cared for well, it can bloom unbeaten all year round.

Apparently Lian Shenwei is one of the best plants. In autumn, but the room is warm, it keeps blooming. Sometimes Lian Shenwei is surprised that his own body is sick, and the flower he raised A bird is very good.

He didn't have much power in his hands anymore, except that the news network formed by Tiannan and Mingzhu was still sensitive, Xuanjiawei was taken away, and the booklets from outside hadn't been sent in for a long time.

It's really been emptied.

Lian Shenwei is happy and at ease.

If he is the current little emperor, he will definitely choose to take action against himself in the near future to permanently eradicate the future troubles.

"Add some water to the ink."

Tian Nan: "Yes."

He couldn't help it, and took a closer look.

The master has been painting this painting for more than a month.

He is a rough man, at first he couldn't see the shape, only a few sporadic lines, but now he can see the whole picture.

It is a long scroll.

The whole is ethereal and distant.

Green smoke and ink, temples and restaurants, knights walking with swords behind their backs, children walking through the streets and alleys, both physical and spiritual, this is not the scene of the capital.

The puzzled look on Tian Nan's face was too obvious, Lian Shen smiled and said, "This is spring in Jinling, and I haven't painted too many spring colors, so I might not be able to see it."

Tian Nan admired: "It's so beautiful, was the master born in such a place?"

Lian Shenwei: "Yes."

Elder sister likes snow and plum blossoms, and even winter, but what he loves is the feeling that spring brings him.

The last time I went to Jinling was also in summer, it would be better to make him happy in spring.

He was in a good mood, so he called Ming Zhu over and told them to take a look together.

"The overall tone of this painting is fixed. The color should not be too bright, but only light colors. I just don't know whether it is to paint spring and scenery, or the return of spring rain. It seems to be very good."

One is clearer, the other is a little sad, both are worthy of interest.

Mingzhu is not good at words, he just said: "Master's paintings are good."

Tian Nan quickly poked her, "If you draw this one this time, wouldn't it be good to draw another one next time? The days are still long, there is always time."

"Right."

Lian Shenwei rolled his eyes and responded.

Covering his sleeve and just about to write, he suddenly frowned, coughed a few times uncontrollably, Lian Shen put down the pen slightly, and quickly took out the handkerchief to cover his lips.

It's a pity that it's a bit late.

Two drops of extremely bright red have already been stained on the long scroll.

Tiannan and Mingzhu were able to handle this situation proficiently.

Mingzhu quickly brought in a basin of water.

This cough lost most of his strength, Lian Shenwei's face turned pale, he was supported to sit down for a while, and then slightly loosened the handkerchief in his hand to take a look.

The color of the handkerchief was changed to a lighter one.

The blood on it is very conspicuous, and there are almost undetectable tiny clots.

He only glanced at it, then threw the handkerchief into the basin, and then his eyes fell on the blood-stained scroll.

Before every cough, he could detect it in advance, because the bloody smell would rise from the throat, but now the sense of taste seems to have disappeared, and he can't feel it in advance.

Tian Nan said, "It's okay, master, you can draw again later."

Lian Shen rinsed his mouth slightly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a long time, he picked up his pen again.

He smudged the blood and mixed some flower juice into it.

The color is still too bright, if the blood is painted as flowers, and spring is also painted, then the whole light-toned spring scene has been destroyed at this moment.

After thinking about it for a while, Lian Shenwei had already made a decision in his heart. After two hours, Lian Shenwei changed the brush, and the whole painting suddenly changed its feeling.

The blood drops turned into snow-colored plums in the corner of the wall, the hair tail of the knight was frosty white, the child put on clothes, held an umbrella in his hand, and there was also residual snow on the umbrella surface. Red plum snow scene.

uncanny workmanship.

Tian Nan has long been dumbfounded.

Lian Shenwei finished the painting, added a seal and signed it, and then put away the brush, with regret in his eyes.

"One mistake, and it changed from a warm spring to a harsh winter."

Tian Nan: "Master, do you still write the inscription?"

"I prepared a couple of spring words, but I don't need them anymore," Lian Shen shook his head slightly, "Let Qiu Che and the others think about it in the future, and put them away when they're done."

He squeezed the center of his brows, "Ning Feng's class teacher returned to the court, didn't he have a welcome banquet?"

Tian Nan: "Did you forget? It's almost the day when the first emperor entered the mausoleum, and banquets are forbidden in the palace."

Lian Shenwei was stunned for a moment.

It's been so long.

The time flies this year.

He turned his head and glanced at the autumn leaves in the courtyard through the window.

Know the sea.

Xiaoguangtuan reported: "Foquan Temple is almost ready, and the information disclosed is enough for them to guess some of your identity. The good show has begun?"

"almost."

Gong Du rolled his eyes, and rolled over happily hugging the quilt.

Royal Palace.

Zichen Palace.

"After this period of time, the celebration banquet will make up for you."

Ying Jingjue's attitude towards Li Ningfeng is still the same as before. After Ning Feng came back from the frontier, he can help him share a lot of things.

The two of them sat opposite each other with a casual posture. Ying Jingjue personally poured him a glass of kumiss: "You should get used to drinking this, but this is the first time I drink it. You have to accompany me."

Li Ningfeng smiled and said: "Thank you Your Majesty, there is no need to stick to these trivial matters between us."

Ying Jingjue: "How's your leg?"

"It couldn't be better," Li Ningfeng sighed, "Thanks to Master for inviting Mr. Fuyu to treat me. By the way, Your Majesty, I have one more thing to tell you."

Ying Jingjue's curiosity was aroused by his mysterious expression: "What's the matter?"

Li Ningfeng: "My master is Xi Mian."

"Hmm..." Ying Jingjue nodded subconsciously, then he was stunned for a second to react, and said in surprise: "What?!"

After a long time, he still remembered the young man in white who rescued him and the distressed man on the night when he was attacked on the southern tour.

Was it Ning Feng's mysterious master? !

Could it be that Ning Feng rescued him on the southern tour because of the good face Ning Feng made with him?

There is nothing to hide about these things, and it has something to do with Ying Jingjue.

Li Ningfeng slowly told what he knew, and said that when Xi Mian hurt his hand, he still felt very uncomfortable.Chou Che told him a lot about Master.

The master is just as he thought, he is a kind and righteous knight-errant.

However, according to Uncle Qiu's description, Master is sometimes very disobedient, refuses to take medicine when he is sick, is afraid of needles, loves to tease people, and when he was young, he had a temperament that was not too serious when he watched the excitement, with clear grievances and grievances, very lively.

Whether it's his leg, or the frontier Chou Che rushing to help, Xi Mian is a person who has made great contributions to the community.But he never showed his face, and even Chou Che disappeared after leaving the frontier.

After Li Ningfeng finished speaking, he was a little sour: "I haven't even met Master."

Ying Jing gave him a decisive look: "Stingy."

He lamented the friendship between Jianghu and Jianghu in his heart, while recalling for a moment: "Mr. Xi Mian was wearing a fence when he rescued me, his body was covered, and it was rainy and dark, so he couldn't see clearly. I just remember being very thin."

Li Ningfeng pursed his lower lip: "Master's kindness is as great as a mountain. When I finish my work here, I will pester Master to ask him where he lives and serve him well."

"Should be."

"Your Majesty's complexion is not very good."

"It's still a lot of dreams," Ying Jingjue said, "I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time, I always dream about the past, it seems to be my memory before I was six years old and fell ill."

"Your Majesty is six years old... It seems that you just met me? I only remember that Your Majesty was just picked up from outside at that time."

"So you don't know where my mother's hometown is." Ying Jingjue sighed.

"If your majesty can't sleep well, there is something called Mengpo powder, mixed with spices, which is more effective than calming incense. When I was treating my legs, I couldn't sleep because of the pain every night. Mr. Fuyu lit this incense , I can sleep until dawn."

"Okay, you can send some back."

The two chatted and got back to business.

Li Ningfeng returned to Beijing this time mainly for this matter.

"Has your Majesty thought about when to act? It's better not to startle the snake."

Ying Jing decided: "The day I entered Foquan Temple, I should give my father an explanation."

Ye Fu.

The window of the study room was wide open, and the moonlight outside could easily see in.

Ye Mingqin sat at the table and looked at the official documents in a daze.

She can clearly see the ups and downs of the wind and rain, the various confrontations between the Regent and His Majesty in this year... Now it is inevitable for the brother-in-law to fall.

She went to the Prince Regent's Mansion many times, but unfortunately the doors were always closed.

Brother Yi didn't see her.

Any matter related to the brother-in-law, it must be complicated in the end, and she always felt that the brother-in-law fell too fast.

It doesn't look like he's going all-in at all.

This year, it has been very hard for His Majesty to seize power, but the feeling that her brother-in-law gave her is not to fight back hard, but more like to be able to handle it with ease.

But the moths who got off their horses one after another were indeed inseparable from Brother Yi. She even found out several reports that Brother Yi had accepted bribes from those officials, and the amount was huge.

Someone knocked on the door.

Ye Mingqin came back to his senses: "Yan Niang? Come in."

A woman in a concubine-colored dress came in, put down a cup of soup, and added a lamp to Ye Mingqin with a soft expression, "Lord Ye, be careful not to hurt your eyes."

Yan Niang was the woman Ye Mingqin rescued from the house next to the dark/prostitute alley in the suburbs of the city in the case of Luan Qingan collaborating with the enemy.

Blind Ade has some inexplicable relationship with Luan Qingan, and she is blind Ade's woman, and she gave birth to a child of Beiyi blood with light-colored pupils with Ade.

The case of Luan Qingan found Yanniang here, but there was no further progress. Ye Mingqin saw that she was pitiful, and after checking out Yanniang's background, he raised her in the mansion as a maid.

Ye Mingqin: "The imperial court is busy with affairs. These have to be dealt with before your majesty goes to Foquan Temple. You will be busy until very late. Don't stay with me."

Yanniang softly said yes, then hesitated and said: "Master Ye is the most powerful woman I have ever seen in my family, Foquan Temple...will you also go to Foquan Temple in a few days?"

"Naturally, I also work in the Ministry of Rites."

Ye Mingqin also wanted to relax, but during this period of time, many officials were imprisoned, resulting in a shortage of available talents for the court. He would not be able to relax until the next imperial examination or the arrival of people transferred from other places.

Holding two jobs and receiving a salary, although the treasury does not have money, she sometimes can't help but want to scold the court for being stingy.

Zuo Cheng and several ministers were so busy that they didn't even touch the ground, seeing that their mouths were about to burst into flames.

She glanced at Yanniang, her eyes narrowed without any trace, "Why, what's the matter with Yanniang?"

Yanniang hurriedly shook her head, "No."

She bit her lower lip, "I'll go down first, my lord, take a good rest."

Ye Mingqin stared at her back, and when she walked to the door, she said with concern: "Yan Niang, your child has also reached the age for studying, if you don't worry, I can teach him."

Yanniang's eyes were more tangled and struggling, her nails were almost digging into her palms, "Yes, I thank you for your kindness."

She leaves quickly.

Ye Mingqin spoke words of concern just now, but his eyes were full of thoughtful consideration.

Yanniang is a weak woman with a good nature. Although she has some petty thoughts because of her past experience, she is actually pure and kind. She has taken care of her in the mansion this year, so what is she still hiding from her?

After Li Ningfeng returned to his mansion, he sent the remaining Meng Po fans to the palace.

All items used by the imperial court have to be inspected by the imperial hospital. After Mengpo powder was confirmed to be safe and effective in calming the nerves, the imperial physicians of the imperial hospital secretly kept some of them for further research on the formula ratio, and the rest were sent to Zichen Hall.

Xiao Zhizi sprinkled some in the incense burner, thinking that His Majesty could finally sleep soundly this time, and would not wake up in the middle of the night, happily turned off the lights, and stayed outside by himself.

Ying Jingjue did not wake up all night.

He slept deeply, but fell into deeper, clearer dreams.

[fire.

There is fire everywhere.

Houses, columns, and elaborate attics were all consumed by raging fire.

Many people in night clothes stood on the roof. They covered their faces with black cloths and wore uniform knives on their waists, staring indifferently at the fighting below.

The killers with different weapons were extremely vicious, and they carried out the massacre jokingly like a cat and a mouse.

Some people threw the severed heads and torsos in the yard, and some people took the register and counted it.

The scorched smell of the corpse being burned by the fire and hot oil is disgusting. In the reflection of the small lake outside the pavilion, the picture is distorted into purgatory.

"Hey, let's not talk about it. I heard that you are the young master? You are a beauty, let alone Xiao Wang, and my brothers are also moved by seeing it."

The woman whose chin was lifted was covered in blood, and the glazed long sword in her hand was already stained with dirt, so she couldn't see its original clean appearance.

The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, with hatred piercing her eyes: "Royal family... bastard! Dog emperor!"

"Where is King Xiao, tell him to come out!"

"Don't worry, brothers use money to do things, you take care of it. After all, where is your younger brother? The two old ones are dead, and the direct blood of Fudu Villa, besides you, there is only your younger brother, who?"

The woman bit the man's finger and bit off a piece of it!

The man wailed, and kicked the woman out, the woman let go of the long sword and fell to the ground in embarrassment, but smiled, a little madly, with tears in her eyes.

She struggled to lie on the ground, looking at a place.

There was a door ajar, and she could see a child standing still in foolish terror.

The coldness in the woman's eyes melted, the light in her eyes flickered, she was trivial and gentle, her lips opened and closed silently: "Jing Jue, hide..."

"Wait for your little uncle to come back."

"revenge……"

A sword was stuck in the back of her neck.

Blood gushed out of the woman's mouth, and it merged with the blood on the ground, forming a river.

The child forgot to breathe, and tears welled up in his eyes. He was too young to know what death was, and he didn't know why his home became like this overnight.

The child opened his mouth to cry, but was tightly covered by a cold hand.

"Shh."

The boy dressed as a scholar trembled with fright, read a few Analects of Confucius and "Saint Blessing" in a panic, and whispered in the child's ear, "Don't talk."

The child nodded with tears.

"Brother Ah Cheng..."

The boy named Ah Cheng shook his head frantically, "Call me little uncle."

The fear in his eyes was no less than anyone else, but he emphasized it again, and said with a trembling voice: "From now on, no matter who asks you, I will be your little uncle, you know?"

The child nodded obediently: "Little uncle..."

"Uh-huh!"

The scholar boy quickly stuffed the child under the bed and pulled down the quilt. His hands and feet were limp. He had never held a sword before, and all he held was a pen. He had never killed a chicken before. .

His family ancestors had produced generals, and his elder brother was also a very powerful swordsman. He often despised him for being weak, saying that their enemy family had produced a sour and stupid little scholar after so many years.

The eldest brother dislikes him, but he always takes good care of him.

Xi Mian is the eldest brother's best friend, he was taken care of in Fudu Mountain Villa, and he should repay him, the kindness of a drop of water, springs up to repay each other.

The young scholar couldn't help wiping his tears. He couldn't get in, so he lay down on the ground and said to the child under the bed: "You must live, and tell my brother not to complain about Ximian in the future. How much do you give me during the holidays?" Money, I have to buy books when I go down, read more books on the way to reincarnation, maybe I will be smarter in my next life..."

He told the child not to speak, and whispered a few words to himself before fleeing in a panic.

When he reached the door, he stopped and bumped into a man in black with a knife.

The young scholar was stunned on the spot, and stepped back step by step. After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the bed of his eyes.

The child at the bottom of the bed heard a plop, and exposed one eye in fear. He saw a pool of blood slowly flowing from the side of his neck, and a black hem embroidered with golden dark patterns.

Someone walked towards the bed with a knife in hand.

The child was pulled out. The man in black didn't kill him, but pointed to the corpse on the ground and asked, "Who is he?"

The child replied blankly.

"...Little uncle."

"He is... little uncle..."]

Consciousness returned to darkness again, and a tear flowed from the corner of the eye of the young emperor who was sleeping soundly on the dragon couch.

Foquan Temple.

All the things that have been investigated in the past year are all on the case.

Moda looked at it for a long time, and was extremely shocked.

He doubted Lian Shenwei's former identity and his motives for doing things, but he didn't expect that what he saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

The regent of the Dasheng Dynasty actually came from the former Fudu Villa.

"...The secret guards of the royal family have been changed a long time ago. None of the original guards survived. The subordinates have been investigating carefully in Jinling for a whole year. The information they found is not much. It can be deduced barely, but it is not accurate."

"The Dasheng class teacher returned to the court, and the royal court was defeated again. Grand teacher, you..."

Moda: "You don't need to tell me."

"I just didn't expect that the most important thing to get rid of in the Dasheng Dynasty was not the little emperor and those generals, but the single-handed training of the little emperor into the regent king he is now. The little emperor is immature, and Lian Shenwei is alive, which is the biggest variable .”

After Jin Ling investigated for so long, he only had this little bit of information. After a long time of consolidating and inferring, he made half-guessed guesses, and finally guessed some.

"Has there been any movement in the Regent's Palace recently?"

"No."

"No movement is the biggest movement. How can a person like Lian Shenwei really let the little emperor kill him. I'm afraid he will run away."

Moda squinted his eyes, "The previous arrangement has been changed, and the plan will be changed."