Chapter 84: Westerly withered trees last night

After seven days of work, he set Sichuan and Shu, with 30,000 light horses breaking the enemy's 126,000 people, dropping 28,000, and only 132 soldiers.
Eight hundred miles of battle reports flew, and for a while, everyone was shocked by the conspiracy of King Ling's elite soldiers, fighting for legends.
The courtiers who held talks about peace at the time were all embarrassed. No wonder the Emperor was indifferent to the military sentiment in Shuzhong. But how many people vaguely felt that King Ling was more unpredictable than the heavenly emperor in front of him.
In his memorial, Ye Tianling elaborated on the major events of the Yijiang River water conservancy, but the situation of the battle was very brief. It was nothing more than the two states surrendering, diverting the water to break the enemy, pursuing the victory, the words of the Shu army's defiance, and clarifying the merits of the generals and surrendering to the Eastern Shu Please forgive me.
In the midst of the dynasty, amidst the admiration and apprehension, the Emperor of Heaven decree to add King Ling as General Sangong Zhaowu.
Lieutenant generals rewarded for their merits, in order to set the hearts of the people in Shu, and the rebellion of the Eastern Shu army will not be investigated. The governor of Jiangshui County, Yue Qingyun, had meritorious deeds and promoted Luzhou as an envoy, temporarily leading the Eastern Shu Army.
At the same time, the eleventh prince Ye Tianche lured Yu Cheng's rebels into the Finger Valley of the North Peak of Youzhou City, defeating his army, Jin Fengqi King Che and Jiazhen Army generals.
King Zhan’s army was not rushed or impatient. On the surface, he steadily fought against the main force of Yu Su’s rebels, but secretly attacked Lin'an Pass in two ways.
Yu Su hurriedly returned to his army and defended himself. He was defeated by two cavalry troops. The counter-insurgency army came under Yanzhou city and went deep into northern Xinjiang.
Victory news spread frequently. King Zhan was given the rank of General Zhengbei and General Jinwuwei, giving 10,000 more food to households.
The decadence of the past few days has been reversed, and the universe is bright, and the hazy winter sky and the fog disperse, revealing a sunny day that has not been seen for a long time.
With light smoke and light mantle, the lotus pond palace is still deserted.
This seems to be the deepest and furthest place in the cold winter, and the dusty loneliness makes the years retreat, and the time flies by without ever stopping.
The setting sun is late, penetrating the long windows of the palace and scattered on the white jade ground. Among the beautiful reliefs, the lotus flower falls on layers of pale gold, showing a solemn and magnificent grace.
As in the past every evening, Concubine Lotus chanted the "Holy Source Sutra" alone in the quiet hall in front of the temple, without interruption.
The quiet breath of agarwood lingers faintly, hovering and soaring with the low chanting sound, disappearing at the end of the high hall, and there is no trace of smoke passing.
There was a slight sound of footsteps behind her, and a pair of soap boots with golden silk embroidered dragons appeared beside Lian Fei. The chanting sound was flat and not stagnant, and the concubine Lian never looked aside.
The owner of the boots stood there, motionless, closed his eyes slightly, and the low voice from his ears spread into his heart, a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.
One is standing and the other is kneeling.
The clouds in the sky were condensing purple, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the last gleam of warm color slowly gathered, and he withdrew from the carved beams and paintings, leaving a boundless silence.
The smooth black jade beads lined the long and white fingers of the concubine lotus, one dropped slightly, and the aftermath of the scriptures was collected low.
Concubine Lian opened her eyes, the jade-like ink reflected her stunning face, and also reflected the figure of another person: "Concubines, see Your Majesty." She stood up quietly, and then quietly blessed the people.
The slender body swayed slightly after kneeling for a long time, and a firm and strong hand has supported her arm.
"Ai Concubine is flat."
"Princess, please."
The strength of that hand made her suddenly illusion that every time she felt like repeating the day more than thirty years ago, it was also this hand that steadily lifted her barefoot out of the city in front of thousands of troops. She raised her head and saw a pair of bright and enviable eyes.
Those eyes crashed into the glacial lake of Kunlun Mountain, melting the ice and snow.
At that glance, I looked at thousands of rivers and mountains, far away.
She raised her head and saw the sharp and deep eyes.
A few wrinkles in the corners of the eyes engraved the years, but the unchanging gaze still swept into the heart through the fundus of the eyes.
For a relatively short time, it seemed to have passed through more than 10,000 days and nights, fixed the time of the red dust in the sandy desert, fixed in front of the sun-shielded Riguo City, fixed in the blood and tears of Tie Ma Jinge. The white figure in the bottom of his eyes has never changed. It is extremely light but extremely deep.
She bowed in front of the man, and raised the tribe's surrender. She left her homeland with his army thousands of mountains and mountains, and once there was a lifetime.
"This quiet hall is too cold, you are just a little better, so don't stay for long." The emperor's voice stunned her back from her trance. She was supposed to be soft and considerate, but still carrying the majesty of the king, she had already entered the bone marrow.
She stepped back and looked down: "Your Majesty Xie is compassionate."
When the emperor's eyebrows were twisted, the original high interest faded for some reason, looked at her, and said: "Ling'er led the troops on the expedition and won a big victory. I am very happy."
Concubine Lian was deeply shocked, the Moyu beads tightened between her fingers, and she led troops out, not just inspecting water conservancy. Fortunately, I won, but I don't know how people are, whether they are hurt, whether they are tired, and when they can come back. Without saying or asking, he still looked down: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."
The emperor stood in front of him and waited for a while. When he saw that she only said these four words, he returned to silence, and asked: "You don't want to ask your son what is going on, you don't care?"
Concubine Lian said quietly: "Your majesty teaches your son well and there will be no mistakes."
"From leading the soldiers to the wedding and concubine, you have ignored so many important things," the emperor's tone sank slightly, "I sometimes really doubt whether he is your son!"
"He is your majesty's son." Concubine Lian's voice was low and faint, like the smoke from the bamboo-jointed incense pot, disappearing into the depths of the hall without waiting.
The Emperor of Heaven lowered his head and looked down at her, with a slight hesitation on his face that could not be concealed: "Raise your eyes and look at me."
Following this irresistible command, Consort Lian's graceful neck slowly raised, and the faint light under her eyelashes met the sight of the Emperor.
Those eyes are like a deep frozen ice lake under the mist of snow peaks for thousands of years. They are a bit cold, a bit clear, and they look at you clearly, but they are so far away that people feel lost in them. Everything is just an illusion of dreaming.
The emperor's dark gaze watched her deeply, tried to figure it out for a long time, and finally said, "Do you know why I pointed the daughter of the Feng family to Ling'er?"
"Your Majesty has his own reason." Lian Fei said.
The Emperor of Heaven stretched out his hand and brought her eyes back slowly away from him: "It's because her eyes look like you very much. All women, only she is like you, dare to look at me like this!"
Concubine Lian's eyes are calm: "Your Majesty knows people, you can't go wrong."
The heavenly emperor's men tightened slightly, and then slumped away. The unhappy expression slowly turned into sorrow, vaguely weak: "You must speak to me in this tone?"
Concubine Lian took a step back gently and leaned over to plead guilty: "If your majesty doesn't like it, your concubine can change it."
"Lian'er." The Emperor was silent for a while, and suddenly called her name.
The burning fairy posture, Jiaojiao Yu Qingbo.
Because of this name, he pretended to be the concubine of the world's most unsatisfied sister-in-law, and built the bedroom by the fine craftsmanship of the world. The lotus pond palace was beautifully carved with lotus, and the front courtyard and back garden were planted with lotus flowers.
The scars are deep and silent, and the years are silently accompanied, and the remaining lotus is already dying.
These two words flicked across Lian Fei's heart, very vaguely bringing out a bit of pain.
"You hated me for so many years, and even Ling'er has been alienated for so many years. Isn't that enough? How many thirty years are there in this life!" The Emperor sighed.
"The concubines don't hate your majesty." Lian Fei said lightly.
"Really?" There was a bit of self-deprecating ridicule in Tiandi's words.
"Yes." Concubine Lian stood up quietly, "If you hate it, it has already been offset. The concubine just can't forget."
The emperor's eyebrows suddenly cold, and he said displeased: "Who can't you forget?"
She looked at the Emperor, and turned out a smile at him.
The laughter that has been in the dust for many years has too many complicated entanglements, and there is no laughter, and no laughter. It is silent: "I can't forget you."
It's not a concubine, it's me; it's not your majesty, it's you.
I can not forget you.
The armour was vividly above the horse general, raising his hand to cover the humiliation of kneeling, and the handsome flag fluttered to cover the flying sand in the sky.
The majestic young man raised his hand to wipe away the tears of parting.
Under the muxi tree, the lover raised his hand to put on the warm clothes, his expression was soft, and he smiled warmly.
It's just this smile, who captured, deceived, and intoxicated, maybe you can't forget each other in your life.
The emperor shook his whole body slightly and stretched out his hand to hold the lotus concubine: "Do you remember? How many years have passed, I thought you had forgotten."
It's not me, it's me; it's not my concubine, it's you.
But Concubine Lian gently withdrew her hand, staring at the emperor's eyes and said, "How do you tell me to forget? My tribe is ruined under your iron cavalry, and my brother is either dead or injured. My father is kneeling. After landing, drink the poison you sent. The Rouran tribe is lingering and panting, and is besieged by the Turks. You stand on the sidelines and do not save."
Vague tenderness, iron-blooded heart.
Where is the cause, the effect at this time.
The expression of the emperor was cold in her words, and she gradually grew sad: "So you remember these."
"Is there only these?" Lianfei looked sad, her eyes were covered with a deep mist, "You gave me hope, but you personally sent me to another man's arms. I recognized it, but you even him Don't let it go..."
"Shut up!" The Emperor suddenly yelled, "Do you know what you are talking about!"
"Of course I know." Concubine Lian said blankly, "You think you can hide it from everyone, but you can't hide it from me. I know all those pills."
The emperor's face was cold, and then slowly said: "How can you not recognize it, that is what you brought to the Central Plains, and you personally dedicated it to the emperor."
A clear tear fell from the lotus concubine’s cheeks, she looked up miserably, looked at the hall that had fallen into darkness, and said: "I am a sinner, I wanted his life from the beginning. But he was so good to me, I can't do it, but you make him addicted to the art of cultivating immortals and taking pills frequently. Can he still live?"
"Isn't this the result you want?" The Emperor's tone became colder and colder.
Concubine Lian looked at him, her gaze penetrated him, and she went to a distant place: "So we all deserve to be punished."
The long wind moved slightly, raising the palace curtains, passing through the long hair of the concubine lotus, blowing the loneliness in white clothes. The incense burner burned bright red to the end, struggling a few times, and disappeared in smoke.
The face of the Emperor of Heaven was like this long winter day, extremely deep, extremely cold, and more revealing the sadness of intransigence.
Deathly silence, the silence in the hall was extremely quiet.
The two stood face to face in the dimness, as if they had stood for many years, and the eyes that looked at each other were dead. The weak sorrow is born from the bottom of my heart, and it lasts for a long time.
After a long time, the emperor finally said: "You are not me, and you can never experience the feeling of being subjugated. Even your beloved woman has to hand over to others. I never regret what I have done. ."
"It's regret, what's the use?" Lianfei said lightly, "This life is gone, I recite the scriptures every day, or I can atone for you and me."
"Why do you have to suffer from both of you and me, and Ling'er even harder." The Emperor said.
Concubine Lian leaned down: "The concubine sent off to your majesty."
The Emperor looked at the faint figure in front of him, the darkness of the night gradually lost its clarity, and the front of the hall was stained with obscure thickness. He sighed and turned away. After walking a few steps, I suddenly turned around and said, "I want to tell you today that Ling'er is very good, so I am extremely relieved. I always feel ashamed of him. I don't know if I can make up for the grievances of the previous generation. It will be implicated on them again."
Concubine Lian's weak posture did not move, but tears wet the skirt of her clothes early.
In front of the temple, the sky is like ink, and the moon is like a hook.
"Notes on Daily Life in the Forbidden Kingdom", Volume 80, Chapter 23, Starting from Tiandufan 124 days.
In December of the 26th year of Shengwu, the emperor relied on King Ling's military merits and outstanding political achievements. The mother was noble with her son. The concubine of Jin Lianchi Palace was the noble concubine.
In the imperial decree, the two provinces of Zhongshu and Menxia Sanqi Changshi, admonish doctors, left and right supplements, the Ministry of Rites, and the thirteen prosecutors played the admonishment, and the criticism was intense, thinking that the system was incompatible.
The emperor turned a blind eye to remonstrance, acted stubbornly, reprimanded all his ministers, in order to behave like others, and banned the court.
The military camp in northern Xinjiang, the land is frozen, the snowy place, the vast territory of thousands of miles.
Ye Tianling threw the decree sent by the eight hundred li fast horses and the secret letters from Du Junshu and others on the case, standing in front of the tent, looking at the mountains and mountains where the wind is sending snow, a thin smile on the corners of his lips, cold and cold. .