That year, that cicada, that sword
Chapter 1029 Snow Has Fallen Before Winter Comes
Chapter 1029 Snow Has Fallen Before Winter Comes
When Xiao Jin fell into decline on the Jiangnan battlefield, Murong Xuan quietly came to the Murong family's ancestral house in Longcheng, Liaozhou, just like a stone thrown into the water. sound.
In the Liao Palace, Mu Tangzhi walked through the famous black corridor, and stood in front of Qinglianju's door with his hands behind his back.
Not long after, the steward of the palace quickly came not far behind Mu Tangzhi, and said softly, "My lord."
Mutangzhi didn't turn around, "I won't see that Mrs. Murong, please ask Zen Master Yuanyue from Buddhism to come forward for me."
The steward promised.
Then before he left, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the Heilang and Qinglianju not far away.
When Wei Wang Xiaojin came to Northeast China to persuade the old prince to surrender on behalf of Xiao Yu, she once walked through this dark corridor.
Qiu Ye, who has not been promoted to the head of the Taoist sect, has also walked this road.
Zen Master Qiuyue, the abbot of Buddhism today, walked by.
Lan Yu and Wei Jin also walked by.
The person who walked through this corridor last time was Xu Beiyou.
At that time, he was still thinking that all the people who walked through this corridor were big figures with the ability to stir up the general trend of the world. This young man has also passed through, so will he be able to reach the heights of these predecessors in the future?
He never expected, but in just a few years, that young man has reached such a height that even Mrs. Murong, whose eyes are above the top, had to go to Liaozhou to ask for help.
When the chief steward of the palace left, Mu Tangzhi still stood there, staring at the sky in a daze.After a while, scattered snow particles came to the world with the new wind, and then gradually became larger and turned into snowflakes, which fluttered and fell down.
Snowing.
There was a bone-chilling chill in the snow.
For many Jiangnan people who have never set foot in the north, it is difficult to imagine what it would be like to have snowflakes as big as a mat. It was a heavy snow that closed the door after waking up, and the roof collapsed in the middle of the night. The snow was knee-deep. In the northeast, The post-construction and the northwest are already common sights.This unexpected snowfall is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems to have the courage of "the ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as a fist".
Snowflakes fell on Mu Tangzhi's body, and the snow fell on his shoulders.
The Northeast Shepherd King came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, and whispered to himself, "I don't want the auspicious snow to bring a good harvest, but I just hope that the snow will not crush people to death."
I have to say that this year's weather is a bit abnormal. It is still falling in the south of the Yangtze River, but snow has already fallen in the northeast. Coupled with the white disaster on the grassland, it is not a good sign.
At night, the Liao Palace is brightly lit.
The lobby of the Wangfu was even more brilliantly lit. I don't know how many candles were lit, which were as thick as a baby's arm, so that the room was not half dark, almost like daytime.The banquet is modeled on the ancient system of one table for one person. The young King of Liao sits on the high seat, sitting alone and looking south. The young people on the stage toasted and saluted, and they actually had the austere atmosphere of a small imperial court.
Mu Tangzhi waved his hand as a gesture of exemption, and said with a smile: "For tonight's banquet, you don't need to stick to the etiquette, just sit down."
Everyone sat down as promised, and the steward of the palace who was accompanying him gave a look to the close confidant at the side, and the confidant slowly retreated.After a while, maids filed in, and each maid held a tray, either fine wine or delicacies.
This banquet was mainly to entertain Lin Han's third son, Lin Zong, who came here from thousands of miles away. Now he is sitting in the frontmost position on the left of Mutangzhi. When the food is served, Mutangzhi picks up a pair of Silver chopsticks inlaid with ivory held a crab dumpling, and said to Lin Zong: "Brother Lin is used to eating cattle and sheep on the grasslands, so you might as well come and taste the delicacies of the Northland. Although these dishes are not as good as those in the imperial capital The imperial banquet in the palace, but as the saying goes, eat crab fat when the autumn wind rises, and the taste is justified.”
Lin Zong put a few crab dumplings into his mouth, and said with a smile, "The taste is really unusual."
After saying that, he filled his glass again and drank it all in one gulp, "But compared to eating, drinking this wine is more comfortable, burning your heart and lungs, and warming your whole body."
Mu Tangzhi smiled, and said, "Liaodong and the grasslands are extremely cold places, so you should use strong wine to keep out the cold."
Lin Zong filled the wine glass in his hand again, raised his glass and said, "My lord, Lin Zong would like to offer you a glass of wine, the first is the first to respect."
After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass and turned the bottom of the glass down to show that the wine was dry, "Please, my lord."
Mu Tangzhi covered his face with his sleeve and drank it all in one gulp.
After putting down the wine glass, Mutang put his elbows against the armrest, and compared with Lin Zong's upright sitting posture, he seemed a little casual and frivolous, and asked, "How serious is the white plague on the grassland?"
Hearing this, Lin Zong put down the wine glass in his hand and sighed: "The cattle and sheep have suffered heavy losses. Many large tribes are better off, as long as they survive to Rehai, but some small tribes will disappear before they reach Rehai. The snow on the grassland can crush people to death." If we can bury the dead, now we can only wait for the outcome of the Northwest War, maybe it will be better."
Speaking of this, Lin Zong stroked his sparse beard and asked, "I don't know how the battle is going on here? Do you need to send troops on the grassland?"
Mu Tangzhi glanced at him, and said noncommittally: "It's just a mob, there is no need for it now. If it is necessary, this king will speak to Brother Lin."
Lin Zong laughed and said, "That's good, that's good."
Mutangzhi smiled, stopped talking in depth, and turned to talk about romance.
It was almost midnight after the banquet, Lin Zong was overwhelmed with alcohol, and several attendants helped Lin Zong go to Qinglianju to rest.Mutangzhi, who was also full of alcohol, was not drunk, and took Feng Shi, who had become his side concubine, up to a watchtower in the palace.
The watchtower is about seven stories high, standing on it, you can overlook the entire palace.
Mutang is wearing black fur, and Feng's is wearing white fur. The two stand side by side on the top floor of the watchtower overlooking the palace, which is already covered with jade trees and silver.
Mu Tangzhi suddenly smiled and said, "Now we are a rare commodity to live in. Xiao Jin from Jiangnan requested me, and Lin Han from Northwest also requested me. When the army started that day, these two probably never thought of the situation today."
Although Feng Shi had never interfered in government affairs, he still knew a little bit from what he had heard and seen. At this moment, he was a little sincerely happy, and said softly: "My lord is a person with the world in mind, and this world will eventually belong to my lord."
Mu Tangzhi stretched out his hand and pulled the woman into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "The country is good, and the beauty is also good, this king always wants both."
The woman snuggled up to the man, full of joy.
Mu Tangzhi looked around, unable to tell whether it was pride or ambition, and said somewhat pointingly: "The current situation is in my hands, and one day, I will bow down all these thousands of miles of land."
Mutangzhi paused for a moment, then said softly: "On that day, I will give you the Dongting of eight hundred miles south of the Yangtze River."
The corner of the woman's mouth twitched slightly.
(End of this chapter)
When Xiao Jin fell into decline on the Jiangnan battlefield, Murong Xuan quietly came to the Murong family's ancestral house in Longcheng, Liaozhou, just like a stone thrown into the water. sound.
In the Liao Palace, Mu Tangzhi walked through the famous black corridor, and stood in front of Qinglianju's door with his hands behind his back.
Not long after, the steward of the palace quickly came not far behind Mu Tangzhi, and said softly, "My lord."
Mutangzhi didn't turn around, "I won't see that Mrs. Murong, please ask Zen Master Yuanyue from Buddhism to come forward for me."
The steward promised.
Then before he left, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the Heilang and Qinglianju not far away.
When Wei Wang Xiaojin came to Northeast China to persuade the old prince to surrender on behalf of Xiao Yu, she once walked through this dark corridor.
Qiu Ye, who has not been promoted to the head of the Taoist sect, has also walked this road.
Zen Master Qiuyue, the abbot of Buddhism today, walked by.
Lan Yu and Wei Jin also walked by.
The person who walked through this corridor last time was Xu Beiyou.
At that time, he was still thinking that all the people who walked through this corridor were big figures with the ability to stir up the general trend of the world. This young man has also passed through, so will he be able to reach the heights of these predecessors in the future?
He never expected, but in just a few years, that young man has reached such a height that even Mrs. Murong, whose eyes are above the top, had to go to Liaozhou to ask for help.
When the chief steward of the palace left, Mu Tangzhi still stood there, staring at the sky in a daze.After a while, scattered snow particles came to the world with the new wind, and then gradually became larger and turned into snowflakes, which fluttered and fell down.
Snowing.
There was a bone-chilling chill in the snow.
For many Jiangnan people who have never set foot in the north, it is difficult to imagine what it would be like to have snowflakes as big as a mat. It was a heavy snow that closed the door after waking up, and the roof collapsed in the middle of the night. The snow was knee-deep. In the northeast, The post-construction and the northwest are already common sights.This unexpected snowfall is getting bigger and bigger, and it seems to have the courage of "the ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as a fist".
Snowflakes fell on Mu Tangzhi's body, and the snow fell on his shoulders.
The Northeast Shepherd King came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, and whispered to himself, "I don't want the auspicious snow to bring a good harvest, but I just hope that the snow will not crush people to death."
I have to say that this year's weather is a bit abnormal. It is still falling in the south of the Yangtze River, but snow has already fallen in the northeast. Coupled with the white disaster on the grassland, it is not a good sign.
At night, the Liao Palace is brightly lit.
The lobby of the Wangfu was even more brilliantly lit. I don't know how many candles were lit, which were as thick as a baby's arm, so that the room was not half dark, almost like daytime.The banquet is modeled on the ancient system of one table for one person. The young King of Liao sits on the high seat, sitting alone and looking south. The young people on the stage toasted and saluted, and they actually had the austere atmosphere of a small imperial court.
Mu Tangzhi waved his hand as a gesture of exemption, and said with a smile: "For tonight's banquet, you don't need to stick to the etiquette, just sit down."
Everyone sat down as promised, and the steward of the palace who was accompanying him gave a look to the close confidant at the side, and the confidant slowly retreated.After a while, maids filed in, and each maid held a tray, either fine wine or delicacies.
This banquet was mainly to entertain Lin Han's third son, Lin Zong, who came here from thousands of miles away. Now he is sitting in the frontmost position on the left of Mutangzhi. When the food is served, Mutangzhi picks up a pair of Silver chopsticks inlaid with ivory held a crab dumpling, and said to Lin Zong: "Brother Lin is used to eating cattle and sheep on the grasslands, so you might as well come and taste the delicacies of the Northland. Although these dishes are not as good as those in the imperial capital The imperial banquet in the palace, but as the saying goes, eat crab fat when the autumn wind rises, and the taste is justified.”
Lin Zong put a few crab dumplings into his mouth, and said with a smile, "The taste is really unusual."
After saying that, he filled his glass again and drank it all in one gulp, "But compared to eating, drinking this wine is more comfortable, burning your heart and lungs, and warming your whole body."
Mu Tangzhi smiled, and said, "Liaodong and the grasslands are extremely cold places, so you should use strong wine to keep out the cold."
Lin Zong filled the wine glass in his hand again, raised his glass and said, "My lord, Lin Zong would like to offer you a glass of wine, the first is the first to respect."
After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass and turned the bottom of the glass down to show that the wine was dry, "Please, my lord."
Mu Tangzhi covered his face with his sleeve and drank it all in one gulp.
After putting down the wine glass, Mutang put his elbows against the armrest, and compared with Lin Zong's upright sitting posture, he seemed a little casual and frivolous, and asked, "How serious is the white plague on the grassland?"
Hearing this, Lin Zong put down the wine glass in his hand and sighed: "The cattle and sheep have suffered heavy losses. Many large tribes are better off, as long as they survive to Rehai, but some small tribes will disappear before they reach Rehai. The snow on the grassland can crush people to death." If we can bury the dead, now we can only wait for the outcome of the Northwest War, maybe it will be better."
Speaking of this, Lin Zong stroked his sparse beard and asked, "I don't know how the battle is going on here? Do you need to send troops on the grassland?"
Mu Tangzhi glanced at him, and said noncommittally: "It's just a mob, there is no need for it now. If it is necessary, this king will speak to Brother Lin."
Lin Zong laughed and said, "That's good, that's good."
Mutangzhi smiled, stopped talking in depth, and turned to talk about romance.
It was almost midnight after the banquet, Lin Zong was overwhelmed with alcohol, and several attendants helped Lin Zong go to Qinglianju to rest.Mutangzhi, who was also full of alcohol, was not drunk, and took Feng Shi, who had become his side concubine, up to a watchtower in the palace.
The watchtower is about seven stories high, standing on it, you can overlook the entire palace.
Mutang is wearing black fur, and Feng's is wearing white fur. The two stand side by side on the top floor of the watchtower overlooking the palace, which is already covered with jade trees and silver.
Mu Tangzhi suddenly smiled and said, "Now we are a rare commodity to live in. Xiao Jin from Jiangnan requested me, and Lin Han from Northwest also requested me. When the army started that day, these two probably never thought of the situation today."
Although Feng Shi had never interfered in government affairs, he still knew a little bit from what he had heard and seen. At this moment, he was a little sincerely happy, and said softly: "My lord is a person with the world in mind, and this world will eventually belong to my lord."
Mu Tangzhi stretched out his hand and pulled the woman into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "The country is good, and the beauty is also good, this king always wants both."
The woman snuggled up to the man, full of joy.
Mu Tangzhi looked around, unable to tell whether it was pride or ambition, and said somewhat pointingly: "The current situation is in my hands, and one day, I will bow down all these thousands of miles of land."
Mutangzhi paused for a moment, then said softly: "On that day, I will give you the Dongting of eight hundred miles south of the Yangtze River."
The corner of the woman's mouth twitched slightly.
(End of this chapter)
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