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"I know he will be counter."
Li Ce spoke to himself, Chu Qiao did not say anything, she knew that he does not need someone to answer now, all he needs is a quiet listener.
"I have been waiting for him for many years, but I also have a glimmer of hope. I hope he will be in a whim and not want to turn it back."
Li Ce laughed at himself and leaned down to drink a glass of water. He turned his head and smiled at Chu Qiao: "Do you know that Li Luo didn't have me smart since he was a child, and the military martial arts are not as good as me. Only poetry is better than me. When he was a child, he said that when he grows up, he can call on the Expo to become a Confucian scholar, find a beautiful place to open a palace, and compile a most detailed Simon ceremony."
His eyebrows were slightly curled, and the moonlight leaked from the panes of plain yarn and sprinkled on his handsome cheeks. He said quietly: "In fact, he did not know that I had established a library for him in Anqing since I was enthroned as a prince. Unfortunately, after Fuer died, he never had the chance to tell him."
His brow suddenly wrinkled, his voice with a hint of dark hatred, and forced out a few words from his teeth: "You say he, why must you reverse it?"
The wine cellar broke into two halves, sharp jade pierced into his tiger's mouth, and the bright red blood spattered out like a blossoming sea otter.
Chu Qiao suddenly remembered that many years ago, in this palace, under the autumn night Wutong, a man in a green shirt stood there quietly, his eyes softly said to her: "I am Luo Wang."
Vaguely, in the corner covered by dust, the wind gently blows the waves of the years. The time goes back many years and many years ago, three young children have been playing and running on this empty hall. Their Laughter is like the smoke of June, blowing through the thick fog of this cold and quiet palace, breaking through the speculative dark house of the emperor...
"Fuer, I said that I am a wife today, I was the day before yesterday. It is my turn today."
"I do not want!"
"Why? You don't count!"
"I don't want it!"
"Hey, I told my father, I will take you through the door now."
"I don't want me not to want me not!"
"Ah! Dead girl, how do you bite?"
"Well, you two don't bother, you should go to the study to go to class."
"Luo Ge, the prince bullied me."
"What brother? To call the uncle! Uncle, Fuer is sick, biting people, I have to go to the medical center to find a doctor, I can't go to class today."
......
The night is as cool as water, and the glitz and light of the past fades away, leaving only a shallow radiance. The cold moon is like a frost, and the cold material is sturdy on the ground. In such a hot summer, the skin stirs up a thin numbness, and the wind climbs up the back of the spine. After all, it is entangled in the mind, spreading a luxurious and comfortable.
Li Ce drank more wine, his back was thin, and he walked out of the gate of the house.
A little disappeared in the moonlight of Wutong.
Chu Qiao stood in front of the window and looked at him who was gradually leaving. He only felt that his heart was empty, like a broken ice lake in a bay.
The battle for imperial power has always been cruel and bloody. It is not that you die, but that I am dead.
Just like between Yanbei and Daxia, it is impossible to reconcile.She suddenly remembered Yan Yan and remembered his feelings when he killed Mr. Wu and others.
Maybe the situation is a little different, but it is all a power struggle. Today, Li Ce will be saddened by the death of Luo Wang. Then the Yan Yan at this moment can regret the work of the day.
The desperate roar before the death and the last scream of the Xishuo army on the banks of the Lishui River blended together, like a sharp roar, tumbling in the sea.
The building of power rises up a little. After all, only one person can set foot on it. Before that, there will be thousands of people falling down and building the cornerstone of progress.
There are a few drops of faint water stains on the ebony, and there is no wine. Under the moonlight, the glittering color is shining.
"There is a wind chime there, and it is covered by dust. If the girl has time, let the palace people clean it. The autumn wind is cool and the ringing is crisp, it is very sweet."
A light voice rang in my mind.
Chu Qiao walked slowly, reaching out and gently touching the wind chimes. Just listening to the bang, the wire hanging from the wind chime suddenly broke, the whole wind chime suddenly fell, and then fell into the Taiqing pool below, and pulled out a white splash and a circle of rolling cymbals.
On August 20, 70, the Meishan Luowang Li Luobing was defeated in Lishui. On September 11 of the same year, Li Luo’s three sons and two women were smashed into the Tongshan Terrace in Meishan, and the twenty-one powerful generals suffered from the shackles. The general, Xu Su, personally monitored, after a paper order was thrown away, it was dozens of ghosts without the Lord.
On that day, Mei Xiang came in from outside the temple, and there were a few white petals on her body, and her look was awkward. Qiu Sui called her a few times, and she reacted and muttered: "I just heard that Luo’s side was found by Xu."
Xu? Xu Su's sister Xu Peining?
Qiu Sui quickly patted his chest and said: "I can find it. I heard that General Xu Suda lost his father and lost his mother. Only such a sister is dependent on each other. He is very fond of this sister. Now he has made a great contribution to his majesty, if Miss Xu It’s a pity that it’s been miserable.”
Mei Xiang slightly frowned, and the look was like a layer of faint blue smoke. The small arm-like thick high-backed candle glowed brightly, and her face was pale. She lowered her voice and her voice was sharp and low. "I heard that it was found on Mount Luofu, and it was hung on the dead tree in Luofu Mountain. Both legs were wolf.
I gave it to you. ”
Qiu Sui screamed when he heard "ah", and his face was white.
Chu Qiao’s heart was cold, and a hint of chill came from the bottom of his heart, like a white cigarette in the incense burner, swirling and swaying.
The moonlight is cold, and the song and dance in the temple of Johor is up again. Mrs. Ziwei is now a soft-hearted woman. She became the most powerful and highest-rated woman in Li Ce. She was diagnosed pregnant in the hospital a few days ago. In two days, she will go to the palace outside Huangzhuang to raise her baby. .
This long night, but in the middle of it, it is still dead. It is so long.In this way, after another half a month, after the summer and autumn, after a few cool showers, the air became cold and humid. Xiahe is falling, and there is a black lotus leaf on the Taiqing Pool. Nowadays, there is no one in Jinyu Palace that has the heart of the hot spring period.
The southwest experienced great chaos, and the school town was close to Meishan. The student inn that Chuqiao carefully managed was also destroyed in the flames of war. Mei Xiang, Jing Jing and others couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad. Li Ce said that she could rebuild her, but Chu Qiao lost her interest. After all, this Simon, she will not live longer.
Chu Qiao lived in Jinwu Palace in this way. One day, watching the sun shine through the scarlet window, waiting for another day.
She rarely saw Li Ce. After Luo Wang’s case, although the military strength of the Sui and Tang Dynasties was lost, the southwestern clan was eliminated, but the national treasury was full and prosperous. Li Ce seems to have turned a temper, and has become very busy, even the song and dance of the harem, it has not been heard for a long time.
Autumn is bleak, light and shadow are floating, and it is quietly gone in two months. Chu Qiao got up early in the morning and pushed open the window. I saw a thin snow outside, and a few trees outside the window were covered with a white tree. I have lived in the school for a long time and have never seen snow. Mei Xiang and others have been very happy. Jingjing has gone out to play with a group of small palace ladies, wearing a red satin cloak, which looks cute and lovely.
Zhuge’s letter has arrived again. Over the past few months, due to the influence of the Sui and Tang dynasties, Li Ce’s pressure on the Daxia border has been greatly reduced, giving Zhao Wei a breather. Last month, Zhao Yu excused himself to drive the South Army to quietly stationed in the West Camp in the 30 miles outside the city. At that time, the northern Hudi happened to have encountered a snowstorm. Zhao Che went to Beihu, not in Kyoto. Zhuge took the opportunity to take 5,000 Qinghai escorts to the West Camp, and confronted Zhao Wei for more than three hours.
If it is not for Wei Shuzhen to arrive in time, it is very likely that there will be a big mess.
When he wrote the letter, he did not mention it at all. Chu Qiao learned the matter from the mouth of the guards. He remembered the sinister danger of 5,000 people against the 30,000 South Army. She only felt that the back was cold and gave birth to a fine sweat. Beads come.
Xia Huang is not much time, and has not been in the DPRK for more than two months. The dispute over the imperial power of Daxia has intensified, and if you are not careful, there is a risk of defeat. When Chu Qiao has nothing to do, he will go to the Buddhist temple and copy two volumes of "Ping An Jing" and "Lan Shu Jing". One can kill time and pass the time. Secondly, it also shows peace of mind. The third is because There are people in my heart who want to be blessed.
On the temple, on the sandalwood, through the smog of smoke, watching the solemn Buddha statue of Chu, Chu Qiao suddenly remembered the Queen of the Tang Dynasty with only one side. In the afternoon of that day, she woke up in her sleep. The gentle woman looked at her quietly. She quietly told her to ask her to persuade Li Ce, not to dismantle this temple for the Buddha.
At that time, Li Ce was still a big brother of the Tang Dynasty. Today, it is already the birth of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.Qiu Sui is now the aunt of the squatting house. The little girl grew up in the palace since childhood. The ear is clear and clear, and the leaves are known for autumn. When I look at Chu Qiao from time to time, I frown and whisper: "I saw the girl this time." I feel that the girl has more than the last time."
Chu Qiao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? What more?"
Qiu Sui smiled gently, holding the horn comb from top to bottom through Chu Qiaowu's hair, quietly said: "The last girl returned from Yanbei, the whole person is like the end of summer, but now, it is winter. It is."
"Is it?" Chu Qiao sideways, the sallow fingers crossed the thick hair, the face in the mirror was like the winter lake shore willow, the color of the eyes was no longer, as if the past ten years, but a horse Water moon mirror flower. Today, she lives in Jinwu Palace, waiting patiently, the years like water, after all, gave her a few peaceful times.
At the end of the year, she met He Xiao.
The winter breeze is sturdy, she wore a silver tipped cloak, and Mei Xiang passed through the Shanglin Garden Baizhe Pavilion, and happened to meet He Xiao, who had just come out of Yixin Temple.
He is now the commander of the military unit of the Nanying Camp in Sui and Tang Dynasties. This is the harem, and it is also frequent.
Since Chu Qiao did not say goodbye, they are the first time to meet again. When they meet each other, they are a bit embarrassed. He Xiao’s lips moved for a moment, and seemed to want to call an adult. After all, the words were still condensed on the lips, and the voice whispered, “Chu girl.”
Chu Qiao retired from the next person, only took Mei Xiang and went to Bai Zhe Pavilion.
He Xiao wore a navy blue suit, calm and handsome, and his face was trained to experience the hardships.
Mei Xiang stood outside the pavilion. It started the wind and blew Chuo’s cloak hem, which was like a smoky smoke. She hasn't spoken for a long time, but she is standing against the wind. The pavilion is very tall. Below is the water outlet of Taiqingchi. It has also been repaired into a living water. The water is flowing and squeaking. He Xiao’s voice rang in the back, quiet, and not shocked.
"The wind is big here, the girl is weak, or go back earlier."
"The wind in Yanbei is not bigger?" Chu Qiao looked back, his face was very calm, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light, which made people unable to see through. "He Xiao, are you blaming me?"
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