The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 303 The Disaster of the White Horse Station

From the end of August to September, the summer is scorching, the cicadas sing and neigh one after another on the branches, and the servants under the eaves droop their heads and doze off with their eyes lightly closed.

Luoyang Palace.

It was midsummer, and amidst the annoying chirping of cicadas, a maid in a long skirt walked past the startled eunuch with iced cheese, knocked on the door, and soon, a maid from inside opened the door.

"My queen, it's time for some dessert."

The maid put the tray on the round table, gently picked up the bowl of iced cheese, walked to the front of the bead curtain and squatted down.The wind blows into the dormitory, inside the slightly swaying bead curtains, the purple gauze curtains are caressed, revealing a figure lying on the side, waking up from a light sleep, looking at the court lady kneeling outside with a bowl, she wakes up for a while, He quickly sat up, seemed to realize something, and straightened his expression.

"Bring it in."

"Yes."

The maid held the bottom of the bowl with both hands and went into the curtain. In the curtain over there, Empress Dowager He stretched out her hand to take it. In the eyes of ordinary people, the folded note between the maid's fingers was quickly taken in by the Empress Dowager He together with the bowl. in the tent.

The woman was not in a hurry to read the note, the cheese with ice slag was slowly melted into her red lips, and when the sweet taste filled her mouth, she put down the silver spoon and turned slightly sideways, so that she could see it from the outside With his gaze, he quietly unfolded the note, looking at the dense and small handwriting with clear eyes.

After that, he quickly squeezed the note into a ball in his hand and stuffed it under the mattress, continued to scoop up the cheese, and said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "My lords are plotting, and I, a woman, don't know much about it. But please tell Cui Shilang to act with caution."

Her voice slowed down, thinking about some words on the note, which made the Empress Dowager He a little ashamed to speak.

"If things fail, should I really say that?"

"Returning to the Empress Dowager, Cui Shilang said that Shang Shuling has a very close relationship with King Liang. Using this method, he will surely save his life. As long as the clan is still there, the court will be here."

After hearing what the maid outside said, Empress Dowager He's eyes turned red, she pressed her lips tightly and nodded: "Your highness is not afraid of wealth and life, how can I cherish this face."

The maid fell to the ground, kowtowed to the honorable woman inside, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, got up and left, she was not a real maid in the palace, but Cui Yuan's adoptive daughter, because her adoptive father risked his life for the court And touched, when it is necessary to install eyeliner in the palace to facilitate contact with the queen mother, the woman recommends herself.

Turning around the eaves in front of the palace, in the woman's lowered vision, suddenly a rippling robe came into view, she raised her head, and a thin middle-aged man with a long beard stood with his hands behind his back and smiled at her.

The woman recognized each other, and it was Liu Can who was Pingzhang.

"Take it away." Liu Can smiled and waved his hand, and two guards behind him quickly walked over and grabbed the surprised maid, who hurriedly knelt down on the ground, "It's a matter of course, the servant is no better than the maid, and he didn't make any mistakes, why? You want to take the servant girl."

"The things you have done, how could they escape my eyes, take them to the side hall, and strangle them to death!"

Liu Can waved impatiently for the guards to drag the crying maid away, flicked the sleeves of her robe, looked at the palace where the Empress Dowager was, and snorted coldly, led a group of soldiers and turned around to go to the Ministry of Education, grabbing a pen to write something , was sent out with a smile, leaned on the back of the chair and drank tea leisurely for a while, and after an hour, he got up and went out.

The carriage left the imperial city and drove across the long street, crossing with the carriage on another street. The curtain was lifted, and he cupped his hands at the person in the opposite carriage who also opened the curtain.

"Cui Shilang, where are you going?"

"Walking around, Pingzhang please." Cui Yuan smiled and cupped his hands to return the gift. After a few words of pleasantries, he watched the other party's vehicle go away. Then he put down the curtain, his expression turned cold, and beside him was a piece of golden cloth, It is the decree.

The news was sent to the palace today, and an imperial decree was sent to the mansion in the afternoon. His Majesty (the queen mother) summoned people who went with the imperial court to go to Huazhou. Naturally, the purpose was to discuss the matter of punishing the bandits.

When receiving the imperial decree, Cui Yuan specially sent someone to inquire about the news of Prince Liang’s mansion. He heard that the war in the north had ended and the Hebei soldiers drove away the Khitan barbarians. Unfortunately, the inspector’s right servant died of overwork and illness, and King Liang returned to Bianzhou to take care of the man. A funeral tomb is erected.

Knowing that King Liang left the capital, he was relieved. After leaving the mansion, he drove all the way to the eastern suburbs of Luoyang. After half an hour, he changed to a fast boat that had been prepared and crossed the Yellow River to Huazhou.

On the way, I met colleagues who were also going to the meeting. In order not to attract the attention of others, I did not say hello and went separately to the Baima Station in Huazhoutong Luoyang.

The post station is at the junction of Huazhou and Luoyang, close to the north bank of the Yellow River. When we arrived here, it was already the second quarter of Shenshi.

Wow--

The tree cages beside the road are green, and on the branches above the edge of the official road, old crows sing hoarsely in the setting sun.Cui Yuan opened the curtain, not far from the road, there were more than 30 horse-drawn carriages parked in the backyard of the huge post station, all of which looked ordinary and impermanent, but they were only the vehicles of merchants traveling north and south, or the vehicles of local gentry.

Soon, he straightened his robes and got out of the car. The red rays of the summer sun shone on his face, and he was a little excited. The colleagues who came here also included a Jiedu envoy. , is not impossible.

Entering the post house, there is already a gentleman coming to greet him, so there is no need to ask, the other party silently leads him to the side of the building, along the way there are few officials in the post house, and there are no guards, hurry to the side, Cui Yuan Frowning, it was quite quiet inside, unlike more than [-] people gathered.

There was a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"Here we are, Cui Shilang, all the ministers are inside." The gentleman who led the way was sweating, squeezed out a smile and retreated to the crescent gate.

"Thank you."

Cui Yuan nodded, and stepped into the Crescent Gate with his hands behind his back. His field of vision suddenly became wider, and the picture of the courtyard unfolded. Dozens of figures gathered in the old pine flower garden, the gazebo and the pond, without any voice. They all bowed their heads and stood in rows. He was captured by soldiers and pressed his shoulders to the ground.

In the gazebo by the pond, a burly figure was leaning against the wooden railing, flipping through a booklet, he seemed to know that Cui Yuan was standing at the Crescent Gate, he stretched out his hand to beckon him, put down the book, showing a big round face, tiger His beard was knotted, and his eyes were filled with a ferocious smile.

"Cui Shilang, come here and grind ink for Gu."

Before Cui Yuan could react, soldiers from left and right came over, escorted him and pushed him to the gazebo, passing by all the colleagues who were detained together, familiar, familiar, and unfamiliar, all inside.

"King Liang."

He entered the gazebo and called out in a low voice. Zhu Wen over there didn't look at him, but just raised his hand to signal the inkstone on the table. Cui Yuan took a breath, gritted his teeth and reached out to grind the ink.

"King Liang, you are so elegant, what are you looking at?"

"I write alone." Zhu Wen smiled, sat back upright, and unfolded the book on the table. The densely packed handwriting on it was all the names of people.

Zhao Chong, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Wang Pu, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Lu Jian, Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Dugushang, the governor of the Jinghai Navy, Wang Zan, the right servant, etc., as many as 30 civil and military names, these people are also outside the pavilion pile of people.

After arriving, Cui Yuan's hands shook violently. Among these names, he was also named - Cui Yuan, the servant of the Ministry of War.

"Wonderful. Does the servant know what my book is called?"

Zhu Wen touched the paper excitedly, drew circles on the names of the people one by one, and closed the book cover with a smile, on which was written "Recording Ghost Book", which was obviously prepared for the dead or dying people.

"There are a lot of solitary hobbies, but this one is my favourite, well, I'll send you on your way—"

Around the courtyard, soldiers rushed over, flashing swords.

　There is only one update tonight, so let’s take a look at the last story of this volume, after all, Emperor Jinliang is in his hand
　　
　
(End of this chapter)