Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 88

There are also those poor students who carry shabby bags and wear out the soles of their shoes. Their figures shuttle among the crowd. Their eyes reveal not only their own worries and fears, but also the deep sorrow for their homes that are about to collapse. miss. The carriage trudged forward in this windy and rainy moment, like a snail carrying a load climbing uphill. Every inch of movement was struggling in the mud and bumps, and it trudged toward the edge of the city. Every heavy sound of wheels rolling spoke to the people. sufferings and expectations.

The driver held the reins tightly, his face like a piece of iron stone that had been tempered by time, gloomy and firm. He carefully drove the carriage slowly on the slippery road, taking care of every step, lest there be huge rocks or all-devouring monsters hidden under the seemingly calm road. Deep pit. Once the horse stumbles, the entire carriage, which carries the dignity and destiny of the royal family, may overturn in the mud in an instant.

In the car, Emperor Jingjiang was as restless as a trapped animal, and his mind was like duckweed in a storm, unable to settle down. He leaned slightly, with a hint of nervousness and anxiety in his voice: "How far is Jin Linfang from us now?" Wang Jingwen responded immediately after hearing the voice, his words hurried and anxious: "Your Majesty, we have arrived at Jin Linfang. , is located within its boundary at the moment. In my opinion, we might as well find a shelter from the rain and rest for a while, and then return to the palace after the heavy rain subsides. Can the trip of His Royal Highness today be temporarily cancelled? ?”

After Emperor Jingjiang heard this, a decisive force gathered in his brows, like a ship cutting through the waves in the wind and rain. His eyes were firm and steady: "Well, since we have left the Forbidden City, let's go to Jinlinfang first. After the flood recedes, we will head north to Langfang." At this moment, Wang Jingwen's eyes swept across the street inadvertently, and suddenly his face showed joy, and he quickly reported: "Oh, Your Majesty, please look over there - there is a tree standing on the street. A majestic pavilion has not been flooded by the raging rain. Your Majesty can move to the pavilion to take shelter from the wind and rain. I will send someone to find Mr. Li quickly to meet him. "

The carriage was like a tired but still tenacious beast of the wilderness, and finally arrived at the side of the pavilion with tenacious efforts. Emperor Jingjiang was about to stretch out his trembling but majestic hand, gently lift the curtain and prepare to get out of the car. However, at the moment when the curtain was about to be lifted, his movements suddenly stopped, and his face was instantly covered with tears. A look of astonishment. I saw that the pavilion was not as empty as expected, but instead surrounded by circles of people. They were particularly eye-catching under the baptism of this ruthless rainstorm. Among them were gray-haired old men, women holding crying babies, and people who were thin and trembling, looking helpless and desolate in the wind and rain. Their figures, like a picture full of human suffering, appeared silently in front of Emperor Jingjiang, making his heart turbulent and full of thoughts.

Emperor Jingjiang, the emperor wearing a dragon robe and shining with splendor, stood proudly at the front of the car, his noble figure standing still in the wind and rain. He raised his voice like a bell and shouted to the people of Li who were surrounding him: "Why don't you choose to enter that pavilion to take shelter from the wind and rain? Look, there is still a vast space in that pavilion, enough to accommodate everyone. Protect yourself from the rain!" The words were loud and echoed in the cold air.

Hearing this, the common people shook their heads and whispered, with hesitation and helplessness in their eyes, but they seemed to be pulled by invisible forces and unconsciously moved closer to the isolated pavilion, as if the pavilion could bring them a little warmth and peace. hope. When Emperor Jingjiang saw this, his heart went up and down, and indescribable emotions surged into his heart. He looked around, his eyes moving from the empty and lonely pavilion to the shivering people, and then back to the cold and biting water under his feet. Finally, he resolutely stepped out of the car, stepped into the cold water, and swam straight towards the crowd.

The guards saw this scene with horrified expressions on their faces, and followed closely behind him like a shadow. Wang Jingwen and all the pavilion elders were also frightened, but they jumped into the water without hesitation, and swam eagerly towards Emperor Jingjiang with their arms, asking quickly: "Why did your majesty abandon the shelter in the pavilion and are willing to be in this wind and rain?" In the center of the water?" Amidst the noisy rain, an old man with white eyebrows heard this and hurriedly grabbed the sleeves of the people around him. He lowered his voice in fear and said almost pleadingly: "Shut up! Don't make any noise. Do you know that there is a great master resting in that pavilion? Isn't it a place where ordinary people like us can step in at will?"

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this, he was astonished and his heart was churning. He was filled with doubts like dark clouds. A deep sense of social injustice grew and spread in his heart. He thought silently in his heart: Could it be that just because there was an official in that pavilion, innocent people all over the world lost the right to seek asylum? This question was like an icy rain in the cold winter, hitting his heart silently, causing deep ripples one after another, and causing waves of bitter reflection in his world.

In the bustling and endless stream of people, a young woman tried her best to lower her head, which carried endless maternal love, as if she was trying to use her thin body to build a fortress to withstand the wind and rain. To protect the crying, helpless and weak baby in my arms. However, no matter how tenaciously she struggled and tried her best to fight against the ruthless wind and rain, she could not withstand the miserable wind and rain sweeping across the sky. In an instant, the clothes of mother and son were soaked to the skin, and their shivering bodies looked even more pitiful in the wind and rain.

This scene, like a picture full of human suffering, was captured by Emperor Jingjiang's sharp eagle eyes and was deeply engraved in his heart. Seeing this scene, Emperor Jingjiang's heart was like hot lava surging, and his anger instantly ignited the flame of justice in his chest, burning brightly.

Before others could say anything, Emperor Jingjiang turned around resolutely and walked firmly and quickly towards the pavilion not far away. Every step he took on the ground seemed to be stepping on the mixed emotions of indignation and regret in his heart. At this moment, Wang Jingwen had quick eyes and quick hands. When he saw this, he immediately ran back to the carriage like a meteor chasing the moon, quickly took out two oil-paper umbrellas, and returned to the crowd with lightning speed, carefully handing over these two umbrellas symbolizing protection. The woman who was almost in despair. An old man on the side took the umbrella, and slowly opened it with his slightly trembling hands, building a barrier for the mother and son who were struggling in the wind and rain to block the raging natural disaster.

At the same time, the emotions of compassion and anger in Emperor Jingjiang's heart became more and more intense. When he was about to step into the pavilion to seek justice, he was stopped by a big man wearing heavy guard clothing. The big man reported, his voice calm but with a hint of helplessness: "Your Majesty, you must not enter, this pavilion is already overcrowded." Upon hearing this, Emperor Jingjiang tilted his head slightly, his eyes like torches, and he glanced sharply at the scene in the pavilion. I saw a few wealthy and powerful people gathered in the pavilion. They were enjoying themselves leisurely and enjoying their drinks, completely ignoring the helpless Li people who were outside the pavilion in the storm. One of them seemed to be aware of Emperor Jingjiang's gaze. Instead of restraining himself, he showed an arrogant and provocative smile on his lips, then raised his glass and drank. His behavior seemed to be a mockery of the injustice of the world and a disregard for the lives of the poor. .

The scene in front of Emperor Jingjiang did not cause any ripples on his face, just like the surface of a lake in late autumn, with no trace of wind passing by. His expression was so calm that it was almost cold, as if it had condensed into a piece of ice, yet it revealed the unique calmness and solemnity of an emperor. The moment he spoke, every word was like an ice pick peeled off from a millennium glacier, sharp and cold, piercing directly into the hearts of everyone present: "Well... from what I can see, there are still gaps in this pavilion. If it is not filled, why is it said that it is overcrowded?" Although this sentence came out plainly, it concealed the fury of thunder and the majesty of the imperial power, making everyone around him feel an invisible pressure instantly, and ripples appeared deep in their hearts. .

One of the guards crossed his arms at the moment, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth was like a dead branch trembling and swaying in the cold wind in winter. The sarcastic voice pierced the silence in the air: "Humph, I said it is full, it is full, What's the use of your noisy voice? Is this a place where you and others are free to set foot? "What kind of role do you people have?" His eyes were like a hunting bird, showing aloof contempt and contempt. He looked directly at Emperor Jingjiang and the people accompanying him with unabashed ridicule.

When Emperor Jingjiang and his entourage left the palace, they had already taken off their dragon robes and phoenix crowns, which symbolized the supremacy of the royal family, and put on the gorgeous casual clothes they wear every day. Although these clothes were still inlaid with gold and silver threads and embroidered with complicated and exquisite patterns, which showed their extraordinary magnanimity and status, this short-sighted guard failed to discern their true identity and misjudged them as wealthy and powerful. People like merchants and tyrants. Their innate noble temperament flowed through them, but in the eyes of this guard, it was obscured by the dust of the world and became blurred and difficult to identify. However, the natural royal majesty cannot be completely concealed even under the most ordinary clothes, shining like a pearl hiding in the sand.

In the hearts of this group of guards, a strong feeling of disdain surged up like fermented wine. They relied on their noble status and served the bright stars in the royal family, so they asserted with an almost arrogant confidence: How can a businessman in this mortal world stand side by side with the nobles in their hearts, or even be in the same room? This is undoubtedly subversive and intolerable in their worldview.

Their arrogance was like a sword that had been sharpened for a long time. At this moment, it was suddenly unsheathed, and the cold light shone, pointing directly at the Emperor Jingjiang who stood quietly in the falling rain. At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang was independent between heaven and earth, letting the cold rain caress his dragon robe, soaking the skirt of his clothes, but he did not dodge in the slightest. His figure looked increasingly lonely and tenacious in the rainy sky, like a thousand-year-old pine, standing still despite the baptism of years and the impact of wind and rain.

He chose silence and did not use words to refute the provocations of those ignorant people. He just stood there quietly, like a lonely and majestic mountain peak. The entourage behind him were all dumbfounded, with expressions of astonishment on their faces. They were so surprised that they almost forgot to close their mouths that were open in shock. Deep in their hearts, they had never imagined for a moment that His Majesty, whom thousands of people looked up to and respected, would suffer such vulgar and rude humiliation. The guard's arrogant remarks and extremely arrogant attitude were like a sharp sword, piercing the depths of the souls of everyone present, making their hearts feel heavy and heavy, and the shock and indignation could not subside for a long time. The undulating lake surface was filled with aftershocks.

The faces of the several personal guards around Emperor Jingjiang are like iron stones that have been tempered by wind and rain. Their expressions are resolute and cold. Their eyes are like cold fire burning in the abyss, deep and full of silent determination. Although they did not draw out the swords in their hands, they had already secretly clasped their fingers on the cold hilt of the sword under their robes. They only waited for the order from Emperor Jingjiang's lips and teeth. A storm of blood and fire was set off in this square pavilion, and sharp swords were used to take away the heads of those who dared to be disrespectful to the emperor.

At this moment, Wang Jingwen's face was violently distorted with anger, like a deeply angered beast that woke up from dormancy in an instant. His facial features were almost twisted into a ball, his fingers were clenched like claws and spasming, and there was an uncontrollable pain in his throat. A beast-like roar burst out, the sound shook the air, carrying soaring anger, and turned into a storm of condemnation: "How dare you show such lawlessness to my master, a villain as humble as dust. What a rude act!”

Before he could finish his words, Wang Jingwen had already pounced on the person who dared to provoke like an arrow from a string. However, when he was halfway through the journey, a guard suddenly appeared in Wang Jingwen's attack path like a gust of wind. Before his palm was fully unfolded, he slapped Wang Jingwen firmly with a thunderous force. On the angry and red face. The force of this palm made Wang Jingwen stagger, and then he rolled and fell like a kite with a broken string, and fell straight into the depths of the pond, causing a huge splash of water and rolling bubbles. Like countless broken heartbeats jumping on the water.

Immediately, the guards acted quickly and pulled the embarrassed Wang Jingwen out of the pool. However, the sewage poured into his throat made it difficult for him to breathe, let alone speak. He could only stand there, coughing violently, and the sound was tearing. The air around him was filled with suffocation and painful struggle. At this time, Bai Yongyuan was very anxious when he saw this. He immediately stepped forward and slapped Wang Jingwen's back hard, trying to relieve his pain of choking and coughing in this way. Every powerful slap showed his loyalty and concern. , and even more so, fighting against the chaos and uneasiness brought about by this sudden storm.

At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang's face was as if carved by thousands of years of ice, and his majestic and cold look condensed into a calm picture between his frowning brows. The words that came out slowly from his mouth were like the cold wind rising from the abyss: "If I insist on entering this pavilion, how should you deal with it?" Although these words are indifferent, they are like a huge stone weighing on my heart, with a sense of intolerance. Doubtful imperial power.

When the guard on the side heard this, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like the north wind sweeping over dead branches in winter. His tone was full of contempt and arrogance for the lower class people towards the powerful: "I really don't understand the current affairs, let me. The guards tell you that the people sitting in this pavilion are the famous people Ji Xuanrong and Ji Juren in my house, who are famous all over the world. They are also the guests invited by Lord Li, an important official in the court, like ants. How can you, a humble being, be in the same pavilion with my young master? If you dare to take a step forward, don't blame me for being ruthless and ruthless. I can take your head with a sword in just a moment!"

Emperor Jingjiang heard such arrogant and arrogant words, and his heart burned like a raging fire with indignation. He was over sixty years old, and as a noble person, he was so humiliated. How dare a mere domestic slave be so arrogant and wantonly provoke the imperial power? He was really furious. Burning, difficult to suppress.

The steel knife in the hand of the guard beside him shone coldly against the night, like a crescent moon hidden in the night, ready to go. The hand holding the handle of the knife was steady and powerful, penetrating through the bottom of his heart, forming a feeling. A kind of silent and determined waiting posture, waiting for Emperor Jingjiang's order to strike with thunder. At this moment, the world seemed to be plunged into chaos, with thunder and lightning tearing through the silent veil of the night, and strong winds carrying heavy rain, frantically beating the eaves and tiles of the majestic palace, emitting bursts of wailing.

Emperor Jingjiang stood alone in the rainstorm. The rainwater flowed along the texture of his dragon robe and turned into small streams. His face looked pale and sad under the interplay of water and lightning. He secretly sighed in his heart: Even under the feet of the emperor, the people under my rule still have to endure such suffering. Is this a true portrayal of peace in the world?

His moment of silence was stretched out by the windy and rainy night. His contemplative look was like fishing for a fleeting answer in the storm, and he seemed to be squeezing his suppressed emotions into a silent sigh, which turned into raindrops and fell quietly. in mind. Finally, in this silent world woven by rain curtains, he spoke, and his voice broke through the blockage of rain: "A humble Juren has the courage..."

"Bold madman!" a proudly standing retainer shouted. His words were like a sharp sword with cold light splashing out from the sheath, piercing the deepest part of people's hearts. "My young master is a man who has achieved great fame. How dare you utter arrogant words here and show your lawless attitude! You have the honor to meet my son today. This fate is already a great blessing from God. Are you still not satisfied?"

Just when the tension was tense and the atmosphere was extremely tense, a burst of urgent and anxious calls for help suddenly tore from the edge of the crowd: "Help! Someone has fainted!" Everyone turned their heads at the sound. Go, I saw that the old man who was silently guarding the women and children with an umbrella as a barrier was now full of fear and helplessness. Beside him, the woman holding her young son was no longer able to resist the exhaustion and collapsed softly on the bed. On the wet and cold stone road, I fell unconscious. Although the old man was very old, he still tried his best to support the woman's body. However, in the face of this sudden change, even though he was compassionate and tried his best, he was still unable to do what he wanted and could only be isolated in this chaotic crowd. Helpless, his eyes were full of confusion and helplessness.

When the onlookers saw this scene, they seemed to be pulled by invisible gravity, and they came from all directions, full of passion and true love, trying to rescue the child from the arms of the woman who was in a coma. However, on the edge of unconsciousness, the woman's maternal instinct was harder than iron and stone. Her hands holding her child tightly were like iron clamps made of cast iron. No matter how hard everyone tried, they could not be shaken. This scene made everyone who tried to rescue feel endless powerlessness and helplessness. They could only stare at this sudden tragedy in the wind and rain. The anxiety, compassion and helpless emotions in their hearts were like the heavy downpour, violent The ground impacts everyone's spiritual defense line, causing ripples.

When Emperor Jingjiang saw this scene, his face suddenly became as dark as a cold pool, and his eyes flashed with thunderous anger. His voice was like rolling thunder exploding in the majestic palace: "Why don't you hurry up and let people in!" As soon as he finished speaking , the whole palace seemed to be trembling, and the beams and pillars made a rustling sound, as if they were afraid of this majestic roar. However, the guard standing aside did not show any fear. Instead, he raised a cold smile on his lips, and his brows showed disdain and indifference towards everything in front of him, as if he had seen everything in the world. I have long turned a blind eye to such farces. "It's really interesting. Such ant-like tricks are commonplace down here." His tone was cold and biting, sharp and indifferent, "These people are just using illness as an excuse to find a shelter from the rain. "

He continued, his words like ice across his skin, cold and sharp: "Just imagine, if everyone comes here in the name of illness, how can the nobles in the pavilion enjoy a moment of peace in this glitzy world? ? How can those who are revered by the world as the Wenquxing in the sky let a few ordinary people with low status in the world pollute their quiet place? No need to say more, please leave quickly and don't disturb them here? It disturbs the elegance of the nobles and disturbs the purity of this square inch!"

Bai Yongyuan and a group of unknown figures stood quietly in the rain curtain not far away like sculptures. The scene in front of them was like a silent movie, rolling up an emotional storm in their hearts. It was a kind of ups and downs that is difficult to capture in words. A torrent of mixed emotions. The rain showed no mercy. It was like a ruthless pen, spreading the cold ink on their clothes, soaking through their thin clothes and clinging to their skin, as if it was a baptism between heaven and earth, or... Nature's desolate commentary on human drama. Their postures in the wind and rain are like an ink painting, frozen in the background of wind and rain. Only the deep sighs drifting in the wind are like heavy echoes from the depths of history.

At this moment, a deep and sharp light suddenly flashed in the depths of Bai Yongyuan's eyes, which was the light of wisdom that understood the changes in the world. His gaze penetrated the curtain behind the prosperity of Li Yihao's governance and reached the core mechanism of power operation. He secretly thought that in order to consolidate the foundation of a party's rule, Li Yihao must first start with the local gentry and students. These scholars usually behave in a gentle and elegant manner, full of the aura of books, and are humble and polite on the surface, but in their hearts they are deeply entangled local powerful forces. Even their slave guards are so arrogant and lawless that they have no one in their eyes. You must know that in this social structure with great disparity between rich and poor, families who are lucky enough to bathe in the fragrance of books are really rare. It is precisely this group of gentry students who have climbed to the top of the social class pyramid with the power of knowledge. Their The figure projected on the ground seems to carry a majestic shadow that towers over all living things, which is awe-inspiring yet unpredictable.

Every drop of rain falling down their cheeks tells a secret story; every moment the wind blows their clothes, it symbolizes the subtle waves in the game of power. This stormy picture not only depicts the perseverance of the characters, but also reveals the deep gap between the lower class people and the powerful class of that era, as well as the complex reality of knowledge as a carrier of power.

These people are not only the mainstay of Li Yihao, the arrogant ruler of the city, but also play an indispensable key role behind the government's governance operations. They rely on their status and wealth to form an invisible network. This network is like a strong and deep underground palace, firmly controlling a part of the world within the palm of their hands. To them, all living beings are just cold numbers on an account book. Although they are cruel, they exist in an extremely realistic way, as if every increase or decrease in copper coins can touch their nerves.

In this vast land, no matter who wants to spread their wings and express their ambitions, they cannot avoid this group of "local snakes" who are deeply rooted here. A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. This has been an ironclad law for thousands of years. These local forces are deep-rooted and as solid as a rock. Anyone who tries to go against their will, even if they spend a lifetime of hard work and wisdom, will end up with half the effort, or even nothing.

What's more, if the officials are unwilling to compromise with them and adopt a head-on approach, then these gentry will be like cunning foxes, able to quickly awaken the sleeping emotions of the people at the bottom, and use the fire of maliciously incited public opinion to defeat the officials. Their reputation was burnt to a crisp. They are good at using words as knives to cut an official's reputation into pieces, turning his official career into pieces in an instant, causing him to fall from the top of the clouds to the abyss.

The imperial decrees were like a tired swan flying through the sky, flying from the prosperous palace to the people, but they often became weak and perfunctory in the execution process. It carried the majesty of the emperor's oral instructions, but when it took root, it lost its vigor and became pale and weak, like a candle in the wind, swaying uncertainly, reflecting the true face of the entanglement of power and interests in this land.

Emperor Jingjiang's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if a layer of thousand-year-old ice had condensed. Under that layer of ice, there was hidden the heavy worries of Jiangshan Sheji. His eyes were deep and distant, and his thoughts drifted to the corner of the world where Li Dexian was. The figure of that local official lingered in his mind. He couldn't help but speculate in his heart whether the territory governed by Li Dexian was also in the same miserable state. situation? Those scholars who usually claim to have meritorious service in education and love the people as their own children are actually in the dark corners abusing and harming the people. Their morals are corrupt, and their kindness has long been corroded by desire and power. This kind of behavior makes people shudder. Heart-wrenching.

Standing beside him was Chen Shuguang. His anger was burning like hot lava boiling in his chest. It seemed that he would burst out of his clothes and soar into the sky at the next moment. He clenched his fists and was about to stand up, vowing to seek justice for the people. However, at this critical moment, the experienced and steady Wang Jingwen grabbed him with quick eyes and hands. Wang Jingwen's face was solemn, like a vigorous ancient pine. Although his words were sincere but resounding: "If you leave, it is like throwing an egg against a stone. Not only will you be unable to recover, but you may incur greater humiliation and losses! You can Have you ever noticed that the guards surrounding His Majesty are as powerful as tigers descending from a mountain? How can our decrepit bodies easily shake their defenses? It should be noted that the time has not come yet. At this moment, we only need to wait patiently and wait and see what happens. Our Majesty's insight is as sharp as a millimeter. Once the truth is revealed, he will definitely punish those who do evil with thunder and will never tolerate it. By then, neither the powerful people sitting in the pavilion nor the low-level officials will be able to do anything. Escape, the legal net is wide, and it is not leaking!"

In the tense atmosphere of the confrontation, it was like a huge rock pressing hard into the air outside the pavilion, and the heavy breath almost solidified all the movement around it. However, this depression did not intrude on the world inside the pavilion. Instead, it formed a sharp contrast with it. A wisp of laughter and laughter from scholars swayed out from it, like an ancient rhyme deep in the long river of history, and like the sound of wind and rain. The faint sound of silk and bamboo is melodious.

"Brother Qian, the structure of the poems you have written recently is as neat and rigorous as the jade carefully carved by craftsmen, and the artistic conception between the words is as profound as the cold autumn water. It is obvious that your poetic skills have made a new leap recently. . Wow, who wrote those emotional threads of lust and sorrow? "As he spoke, the questioner's eyes were full of wonder and admiration for Brother Qian's works. Hearing this, Brother Qian's eyebrows shone with admiration and joking. He smiled and said nothing for a moment, and then responded: "It must be my good friend Sun Zhe, Brother Sun. Listening to the lingering and pathos in these words, It is obvious that he has been honed in such a delicate and subtle way of thinking through his long experience in the brothel and smoke willows."

"Hey, it's really the best among masterpieces!" Another person said, although his words contained admiration, but also revealed a bit of confusion, "But the meaning of the last line is far-reaching, and none of us have been able to understand the mystery. I don't know what Brother Wang can do." Do you want to clear up the confusion and clear up everyone’s confusion?”

Hearing this, Brother Wang smiled slightly and gently stroked his long and elegant beard. His words contained wisdom and calmness: "This is my humble opinion. I embellished it in the poem to arouse readers' endless aftertaste. Let poetry take root and sprout in everyone’s heart, and everyone will have their own understanding.”

Although most of the sound of this conversation was obscured by wind, rain and thunder, the free and uninhibited laughter, full of wisdom and fun, was like a tenacious seed, tenaciously passing through the barriers of wind and rain, reaching the palace where Emperor Jingjiang was, and echoing. In his ears, there was a lingering sound that lingered for a long time.

At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang was like a lonely peak silent in the depths of the dark night, wrapped in thick imperial robes and sitting on a dragon chair. This wanton and indulgent laughter was like a sharp bolt of lightning, hitting him unexpectedly, making him dizzy for an instant, as if the whole world was shaking and shattering before his eyes. He subconsciously closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, which was like absorbing the power of heaven and earth, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. When the dizziness subsided a little, he didn't hesitate for a moment, turned around like a gust of wind, turned his back on the noise and ridicule, and left the pavilion decisively.

Behind him, a group of guards and three cabinet ministers looked at each other with shock beyond words. In the past, Emperor Jingjiang's temperament was as impetuous as a violent storm. If anyone dared to be rude and rude at such a moment, his head would be gone and his blood would be splashed in the palace. However, today, the supreme majesty of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, who carries the destiny of heaven, endured this boiling anger and waved his sleeves and left, leaving only a series of heavy and decisive footsteps that echoed endlessly in the windy and rainy night. , like a final judgment on this farce.

Under the emperor's order, everyone was as silent as cicadas, like dead leaves in the cold wind, trembling and not daring to show any signs of neglect. They acted quickly and carefully helped the frail woman with childish arms into the carriage. This emergency rescue operation, which was about life and death, was as urgent as a bow full of arrows, and it was imperative. The car curtain fell quietly, and the car fell into a dead silence. Only the sound of rain hitting the roof echoed in the silence.

Emperor Jingjiang sat alone in the car, his lowered head almost touching the edge of the black dragon robe, letting the rain fall from the corners of the robe and soaking the soft carpet under his feet. He silently raised his hand and gently wiped away the water droplets mixed with rain and sweat on his cheeks. The face that was originally tense due to the anger of the thunder gradually relaxed and returned to its former dignity and depth. The anger just now was like an undercurrent hidden in his heart, which was forcibly suppressed by him and settled in the deepest part of his heart, no longer showing any trace of it.

He slowly opened his lips and teeth, like the steady turning of a stone mill, and the words he spoke were like the sound of a hammer, firm and decisive: "My lord, please return to the palace immediately, and I want you to personally convey a decree to the factory guards. The two major agencies of the Central Military Commission and the Internal Security Bureau came out in full force and went all out." These words condensed in the air, turned into invisible iron orders, and fell heavily. Emperor Jingjiang's eyes were like sharp knives in the winter night, shining with a cold and murderous light, piercing the tranquility in the palace, "Seal this workshop immediately. Anyone who dares to try to escape, regardless of his or her status, will be strictly prohibited from letting him go." . If anyone makes any omissions in this matter, you are the only one who will be punished severely!"

As he spoke, Emperor Jingjiang's eyes seemed to penetrate Wang Jingwen's soul, and the coldness penetrated into his heart. When Wang Jingwen heard this, his heart felt as if it was pressed down by a heavy stone, so tight that he could hardly breathe. The heartbeat in his chest was like a drum, hitting his eardrums and nerves.

He lowered his head, deep thoughts and conjectures surged between his brows, and he secretly calculated in his mind: Your Majesty's series of thunderous methods are undoubtedly foreshadowing a major purge that is about to sweep across the government and the public. Mr. Li Yihao is probably in danger at this moment. Life hangs by a thread! Deep in the palace, the game of power is being played quietly, silently but with alarming steps. Everyone's fate is unpredictable and life or death is uncertain in the emperor's thoughts.

In that carriage, it was so quiet that one could hear the muffled whisper of the air. Wang Jingwen’s voice was like the first ray of sunlight carefully breaking through the ice in winter. Each word was like a golden stone dug out from the depths of the soul. Countless times of inner tempering and emotional consideration finally took shape in the stagnant air in the carriage: "Your Majesty, are you willing to return to the palace right now?" This seemingly ordinary sentence confirmed the itinerary. , is actually like a sharp dagger, inserted deeply into the eve of the impending political storm. Every inch of language trembles with inquiry and worry, trying to penetrate the upcoming dark curtain.

"No!" The emperor's answer was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, instantly breaking the silence in the carriage. The determination and power in his voice were like thunder, shaking every wooden bar and window lattice in the carriage. "I must go to Beilangfang in person and personally Seeing the prince's current situation, the care and worry burn in my heart like a fire. You go back to the palace first, and after your figure disappears among the red walls and yellow tiles of the palace, you can then choose the most reliable person to rush here. As for you, you are in pain and are staying in the palace to recuperate, waiting for my good news."

When Wang Jingwen heard this, he felt as if a gust of cold wind had brushed his cheeks, and his face suddenly experienced an imperceptible change, like a ripple on the surface of a lake. However, his respectful posture did not waver at all because of this. He just nodded slightly and accepted it calmly, revealing an indescribable tenacity and determination in his words.

Then, he joined hands with a personal guard, and the two of them stepped out of the carriage slowly with steady steps. The wheels of the carriages rolling over the bluestone road made a deep echo, intertwined with the bustle of people in the city, forming a picture of a prosperous but hidden crisis in the capital. In these intricate streets and alleys, the secret liaison posts set up by the factory guards are as dense as stars, indicating the ubiquitous iron-fisted rule of the imperial power. As a key figure in the dispatch of the internal guards, Wang Jingwen had a clear mind and knew that the situation at this moment was tense. Only by going to the palace in person and making comprehensive arrangements could he deal with any changes that might occur.

Looking back at the scene just now, Li Yihao's reckless move was like a fire, which not only ignited His Majesty's anger, but also set off a storm in this whirlpool of power. Wang Jingwen couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, which was a deep worry about the unknown consequences.

At this moment, Wang Jingwen could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Beilangfang, where the prince lived, would be safe and sound, and that there would be no more ups and downs. Because in this turbulent situation where dragons and snakes are mixed, even a tiny ripple may lead to huge turmoil and crisis that can subvert the foundation of the empire.

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The carriage quietly turned north in a dull and depressing atmosphere, like a heavy and silent ghost, slowly squirming in the direction of Langfang. The car was carrying Bai Yongyuan and a group of others. The depressed emotions in their hearts were so thick that they could almost squeeze out water from their tense faces and lowered eyes. This trip was originally thought to be a low-key and ordinary visit, and a private appreciation of Li Yihao's political achievements. However, he never expected that there would be twists and turns on the road, which made Long Yan furious. cast a heavy shadow over his self-defense. Everyone looked at each other in confusion and made speculations, but they knew that no matter how clever the excuses were, the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the subordinates had pushed the situation to an irreversible point.

The carriage was as quiet as a grotto, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the roof intertwined with the gurgling sound of wheels running over accumulated water, like a sad and sad elegy, echoing low in the endless darkness. It was windy and rainy all the way, and the carriage was like a tired traveler, stumbling forward on the muddy road. Every move seemed to carry a heavy weight, making it extremely difficult and long.

Not long after, the solid silence in the car was broken by a subtle change, and a trace of doubt arose in everyone's minds. Someone carefully lifted the curtains and leaned out to look out. Although the outside world is still shrouded in the vast Zeguo, the raging water seems to be easing, as if the breath held in the world is slowly being released. Bai Yongyuan also noticed this subtle change. He lowered his head slightly and carefully examined the world outside the window through the half-open window lattice. Indeed, the water that originally submerged most of the wheels now only reaches the center of the wheels. This unexpected turn of events made Bai Yongyuan feel slightly relieved. At the same time, it also made him secretly speculate that perhaps the terrain here is more superior than that of Jin Linfang. Only then can we be the first to show signs of recovery in this catastrophe.

The carriage continued to trudge forward amidst the dull rumble sound. As the road conditions turned from rough to smooth, its speed gradually became faster as if it was quietly accelerated by an invisible hand. This subtle change did not escape Emperor Jingjiang's keen insight. He gently lifted the heavy curtain in the carriage, and cast an inquiring gaze outwards with his eyes that took in the scenery. He was stunned and speechless for a moment.

The road ahead suddenly appeared as a wide and solid stone road. The accumulated water here seemed to be driven away by some mysterious force. It was sparsely dotted on the road, and only some slight depressions still retained traces of rainwater. Although there was still heavy rain pouring down from the sky, like a celestial river pouring down, it was dry and dry here. This situation made the doubts in Emperor Jingjiang's heart surge like a spring tide.

Unable to restrain his curiosity and surprise, he eagerly turned to the driver driving the carriage and asked: "Where is this area?" Hearing the emperor's question, the driver quickly put away his tired look from driving and put on his clothes. With an extremely respectful expression, he lowered his head and responded: "Your Majesty, we have now entered the boundary of Beilangfang."

"Bei Langfang, Bei Langfang..." Emperor Jingjiang muttered the name, as if he was savoring the poems in a long-dusted ancient book. As he chewed repeatedly, his eyes changed from the previous gloomy and deep to shining. There is a passion for exploring the unknown. At this moment, the body wrapped under the dragon robe suddenly straightened up, and a long-lost vitality seemed to pour into his whole body instantly, making him feel like he was rejuvenated.

"Stop!" The imperial command was majestic and decisive, the words loud and clear, carrying unquestionable authority. Following this order, the carriage stopped abruptly, and the wheels rubbed against the solid stone road to produce a low and powerful note, as if a solemn and passionate movement was played, announcing that Emperor Jingjiang's plans for the land of North Langfang were about to come. Expanding exploration and expectation.

Emperor Jingjiang personally lifted up the curtain, and his movements were like splashing ink on rice paper. The dynamic landscape scroll slowly stretched with the power of his wrist, flowing out with a deep and restrained rhythm. The majestic figure in the carriage instantly became a reality. His figure was as vigorous as a dragon leaping through the sky. He stepped steadily off the carriage, and a pair of dragon boots that had been baptized by the wind and frost stood firmly on the clean and spotless stone road.

This stone road is as smooth as a mirror carefully polished by craftsmen, reflecting the clarity of the sky and the tranquility of the earth. The traces of accumulated water and garbage have long been quietly erased, and their former existence is nowhere to be found. Looking around, the entire market is peaceful and orderly, like a fresh and vivid picture scroll that has just been unveiled. Every inch of space is infiltrated with meticulous governance.

For Emperor Jingjiang, although everything he saw in front of him was something he saw every day, it was full of new insights and understandings. He carefully looked at his surroundings with sharp yet gentle eyes, and there was no trace of fatigue in his scrutinizing eyes. Instead, he revealed his deep concern and hope for the country and the country under his rule.

At this moment, in the depths of this quiet street, it seemed that even the pedestrians had voluntarily retreated, leaving an ethereal world for the king, leaving only a peaceful and orderly city scenery for him to appreciate. Following closely behind Emperor Jingjiang were Bai Yongyuan and his two colleagues. When they heard the sound, they quickly stepped forward. A sincere smile burst out on the faces of the three of them at the same time. The smile was like the spring breeze ruffling the lake water, rising up in circles. The ripples are warm and sincere.

The three of them spoke in unison and offered their heartfelt congratulations to Emperor Jingjiang: "Congratulations to Your Majesty! The land under the jurisdiction of His Royal Highness is indeed stable and prosperous, and it is a harmonious scene! Looking at the street, there is no accumulation of water, which shows that the government affairs are handled in an orderly manner on weekdays, and everyone is united. Being diligent and fulfilling your duties is truly a sign of peace for the country and the people!”

At this moment, under the sky, the extremely gloomy haze seemed to carry all the oppression and heaviness between heaven and earth. Thick dark clouds were densely piled on the edge of the sky, like a huge lead plate weighing down people's hearts and making it hard to breathe. Thunder rolled, lightning flashed, and the heavy rain that tore through the sky in an instant poured down like a waterfall, hitting the ground with a continuous roar. However, in the face of this scene of heavy rain, the streets reflected in everyone's eyes showed a strange refreshing feeling. This strange scene made people feel an inexplicable feeling of comfort and tranquility deep in their hearts.

Emperor Jingjiang was sitting on the dragon chair. After hearing these words, his majestic face was instantly lit up with a satisfied smile, just like the spring sunshine penetrating through the layers of haze, warm and bright. His eyes shone with emotion, and his tone was full of joy, and he slowly said: "Wonderful! Today's scene is not something that the prince alone can do. It is actually the result of Lin Aiqing's understanding of the suffering of the people, diligent government affairs, and dedicated practice. . He pushed for the comprehensive paving of stone roads in Yangqu County. Every detail of this move is just like the stitches in the hands of a female embroidery worker, which is a reflection of his dedication and hard work in people's livelihood. "

The veteran Bai Yongyuan was as steady as a mountain, and his deep eyes contained endless admiration and care for Emperor Jingjiang. He bowed deeply to Emperor Jingjiang, and words flowed out of his mouth, like melting snow in early spring, gentle but firm: "Your Majesty, Although it is raining heavily at the moment, the disaster has not yet appeared. I sincerely ask your Majesty to find a shelter from the rain for the time being to maintain the holy body. It is not known when the raging rain will stop. Your Majesty's health is the foundation of the country. It is the source of the well-being of all people.”

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this, a trace of imperceptible approval flashed between his brows. He nodded slightly in agreement, and his deep eyes were filled with the brilliance of determination and love. He was a kind of king who was both insightful of the world and caring for the people. The style, through the rain-wet window lattice, seems to be echoing the majestic momentum between heaven and earth, demonstrating the tenacity and strength of a dynasty that has endured hardships.

At this moment, what was carried in the chariot was not only the noble and noble king, but also a very sick and pale woman, and a child who was still in the ignorant and immature stage. Their clothes had already been invaded by the continuous rain. After being soaked, they clung to the skin tightly. The cold touch and the diffuse moisture blended together, sending the chill into the bone marrow. Faced with such a harsh environment and dilemma, the people accompanying them suddenly felt a sense of perseverance and decided to abandon the heavy chariot and choose to walk on foot under the heavy rain to explore the unknown road ahead. .

Emperor Jingjiang did not show the slightest embarrassment because of this sudden change. Instead, his eyes shone with interest. Through the curtain of raindrops, he tasted the details of North Langfang in the wind and rain. It has a unique charm, as if every falling raindrop and every piece of blue tile covering the eaves are whispering to the world quietly, telling the story of the vicissitudes accumulated by this ancient land.

Just as the group of them was immersed in this unique journey, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the distance like a gust of wind and rain, and five figures in raincoats were running straight and neatly like knives and axes. Come, its goal is clear, it is the direction where Emperor Jingjiang is. When Bai Yongyuan saw this, he was about to open his mouth to ask, but before the words could escape his throat, two more figures followed closely behind the first five people, shouting loudly: "Captain Zhang! Captain Zhang!" When they got closer, Only then did he see that it was Xiaowu and Xiaoba, the environmental protection team members. Their faces were full of anxiety, their expressions were nervous and extremely loyal. Before they could take a breath, they rushed to Emperor Jingjiang and delivered the heavy and caring instructions of the respected Mr. Chuande: “When providing first aid to a drowning victim, you must pay attention to methods and never act rashly and give up any possibility of rescue.”

These words were like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky in the rainy night, instantly illuminating the light of hope deep in everyone's hearts, making this difficult trek in the rain full of determination and strength.

Captain Zhang, a battle-hardened and experienced rescue backbone, when he heard these words, a touch of imperceptible confusion instantly passed between his brows above his deep eyes. His eyes were like staring at a turbulent sea, his heart was turbulent but his appearance was calm. He closed his eyes slightly and pondered in the gap of time, as if he wanted to lengthen this moment into a path of deep thinking. After a moment, his words finally broke through the silence like an icebreaker, firm but with a hint of exploration: "We should do our best to save people, so why do we have such a lengthy explanation?" Although the words were as short as a sharp dagger, their impactful power was enough to shock the world and hit people's hearts. They were like a mirror, reflecting the fearless determination and responsibility in the bones of this experienced rescue captain.

Just before Captain Zhang finished speaking, Xiao Wu, a young team member, seemed to be spurred by an invisible urgency and suddenly took a big step forward. The impatient energy could almost be inspired from the ground under his feet. Mars is coming. His eyes were shining, and the eager and nervous light was like hot molten iron, flickering and beating in the depths of his pupils. Before Captain Zhang's words completely dissipated in the air, Xiao Wu was like a firecracker lighting the fuse, and his words came out in rapid succession: "The new method taught by Mr. De is an emergency life-saving technique that is related to life and death. Call 'Heim Immediate First Aid'. It's because it's a matter of life and death that I came here to tell you." His words were as fast as a storm, and every word seemed to be filled with enthusiasm and awe. , carries his devout pursuit of new knowledge and his eagerness to spread the skills of saving lives and healing the wounded.

In the ears of all the team members, these words swept over like a gust of wind and rain. They moved upon hearing the sound and quickly gathered together, naturally building a semicircular human wall, surrounding this space airtightly. . Everyone's face was engraved with strong anticipation, as if it could overflow from their tightly closed lips and piercing eyes. They held their breath and waited for the unveiling of this mysterious first aid surgery.

Xiao Wu was like the protagonist on the stage at this moment. Under the focus of everyone's attention, he took firm steps and quietly came to Captain Zhang's back. His arms were as if they were made of iron, solid and powerful, firmly embracing Captain Zhang's waist as thick as the roots of an old tree. With a slight exertion, he made the burly Captain Zhang lean back slightly, forming a solemn and ceremonial posture. In the midst of this subtle dynamic, Xiao Wu's words were low and clear: "Captain Zhang, even though you are sitting as calm as a mountain, I will demonstrate a seemingly simple move that can turn the tide in the moment of life and death and save a drowning person from the deep water. , please pay attention.”

(End of this chapter)