supreme heaven

In a blink of an eye, it was already the late autumn of September in the 44th year of Wu Lie.

The autumn wind turns cooler, and the mountains are red all over.

The whole city of Yunjing seems to be wrapped in a strong sense of autumn, people's clothes are getting thicker, and the aroma of the five grains outside the city is also blowing into Yunjing. I don't know how much good wine can be brewed.

On the originally noisy street, someone suddenly sang in a feathery voice: "The autumn wind is bleak and cold, and it is always painful to part. Yanshan is newly clear and snowy, and the five grains are ripe and busy. The sage bids farewell to the sky, and the red flag rolls up a thousand..."

When people on the street heard this part of the singing, they all looked at the singer curiously. They saw a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and ragged clothes like a beggar sitting on the steps of a restaurant with a dirty dog ​​beside him. He held a broken iron sword wrapped in kraft paper without a scabbard in his arms, flicking the sword while singing, looking very miserable.

However, when the well-meaning people around were thinking about whether to go up and throw a few copper coins to the poor homeless man, something unexpected and even dumbfounded happened.

I saw the beggar swordsman picked up the wine gourd lying beside him, and "gudong gudong gudong" he drank three big mouthfuls of the cow, opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of turbid alcohol. Not as courageous, he recited the second half loudly.

"Huaguanbo leads the way, and the soul is lost. Go back, come back, go back, alas, 44 years of dream, once prosperous, where can the lonely soul hang!"

At this time, everyone who heard it was dumbfounded. Although the other words of the beggar swordsman may not be understood by ordinary people, but the last sentence can be understood by everyone. This year is the 44th year of Wu Lie. What is the meaning of "44 years of dream, once prosperous, where can I hang my lonely soul"?Doesn't this mean that His Majesty Wu Lie will die?And after death there is no soul to rely on?

This is anti-poetry!

Immediately, the crowd of onlookers was like a handful of salt being sprinkled in a hot pot, and the pot immediately exploded, and the voices of discussion were everywhere.

"Who is this?"

"Yeah, why are you cursing His Majesty Wulie to death!"

"I've never seen him before!"

"It's strange. Could it be some kind of expert?"

"Could it be a prophet?" Someone muttered this sentence, and immediately someone gave him a blank look and said: "If you don't want to be an accomplice of this lunatic who recites anti-poetry, you'd better keep your mouth shut!"

The man immediately realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, quickly lowered his head, covered his face with his hand, and walked away as if fleeing.

Surrounded by the crowd, the beggar swordsman stood up, drank a few mouthfuls of dirty wine, stood up, walked into the crowd, and went nowhere.

Although this strange person is like a flash in the pan, but in Yunjing City, there is no lack of good people. That anti-poetry with a decent appearance was actually copied down and spread wildly in various restaurants, especially teahouses. open.

It is said that His Majesty Wu Lie also knew about this matter, and he was furious because of this, and ordered Jing Zhaoyin to track down the results within a time limit, otherwise he would go up to Jing Zhaoyin, go down to the Yamen to catch him, and all of them would be dismissed and returned home to farm.

Now that this poem has reached the ears of His Majesty Wu Lie, it naturally also reached the hands of Prince Wuye.

At this time, in the secret room of Chengtian Palace, Prince Wuye was having a secret meeting with a group of cronies.

Although Mo Junwu, Duan Jiuxiao and others are very popular with Prince Wuye, they have not gained enough trust from Prince Wuye after all, and they still have not been able to participate. The original team was sitting on the table, more than 20 people , just enough to fill the entire table.

Prince Wuye, who was sitting in the center of the stone table, raised his hand, shook the paper on which the anti-poem was copied, and said, "Everyone, take a look and express your own opinions. What do you think about this matter?"

"Your Highness, it's hard for us to criticize our subordinates with anti-poetry that curses His Majesty today!" Madam Bo Bo Bing held the piece of paper with anti-poetry in her hand, smiling sweetly , seems to be joking with Prince Wuye, but also seems to be serious.

"Yes, Your Highness, you are so unfilial..." Hua Kui also joked on the sidelines.

Prince Wuye would not believe that these two charming women were preaching to him in a strict manner, and immediately lowered his face slightly and said: "Oiran, Bo Bing, don't mess around, just talk about this anti-poem! "

Sitting opposite Hua Kui, Yan Licheng in armor raised his eyes to look at the anti-poetry, then snorted coldly and said, "Your Highness, this anti-poetry seems to be put together on purpose, just to highlight That’s all for the last sentence, in my opinion, it’s just an anti-poem slandering His Majesty, there’s nothing unusual about it, so what’s there to study?”

Several people around Yan Licheng also agreed, only the phantom sitting beside him smiled sinisterly and did not speak.

Yin Yuan seemed to have thought of something, looked at Long Tianci, made eye contact, and did not speak.

But how could all these escape the eyes of Prince Wuye, he glanced at Yin Yuan and said, "Yin Yuan, just say what you think of! I won't blame you."

Seeing Prince Wuye asking, Yin Yuan nodded and replied, "Your Highness, Yin Yuan actually didn't think of anything, but just felt that this incident was a bit too coincidental, right?"

"By coincidence?"

Yin Yuan rolled her eyes, and said with a thoughtful look on her face: "The autumn wind is bleak, and it is exactly our current season, but now His Highness and King Linxi have been confronting each other since the last incident in the Human Demon Palace. For more than two months, there was still a stalemate, but suddenly such a strange person appeared, Yin Yuan seemed to have something to point to!"

Hearing what Yin Yuan said, Bo Bing next to her also covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Sister Yin Yuan is really smart, I didn't even think about it, yes, now is the time for people far away to say goodbye and go home, it's always painful to say goodbye." ’, isn’t it also referring to the present time... Could it be that ‘Yanshan is fresh and snowy, and the grains are familiar and busy’ means that the accident is about to happen?”

As soon as the words fell, Yan Licheng's expression changed, and he scolded in a strict voice: "Bo Bing, you are a woman's opinion, and you are bewitching people with your demonic words. If you take an anti-poem and become suspicious, what can you do in the future?" thing?"

"The little girl doesn't want to do anything..." Bo Bing seemed to be at odds with Yan Licheng from the beginning, so he grinned slightly, and retorted with a half-smile and annoyance: "Where is it like Mrs. Yan, who wants to go out and enter?" Prime Minister, establish an inexhaustible feat!"

"Okay, Licheng, don't interrupt their discussion, let them continue!" Prince Wuye seemed to be a little disgusted with Yan Licheng's arrogance, but there was no doubt that since Yan Licheng sat beside him, From the perspective of those who supported him, the confidants in the secret room, apart from the fact that ghosts do not belong to each other, Yin Yuan and Long Tianci's celibacy, are vaguely divided into two factions, namely Yan Licheng and Hua Kui.

These two people are no different from the left and right hands of Prince Wuye. They are obviously important, but they cannot be the only ones. That's why Prince Wuye let them restrain each other. Come on my confidant!

Qin Guyue has no doubts at all, if one day Prince Wuye inherits the Datong, none of the people who are still alive in this secret room will not be an extreme minister, and controlling them is actually tantamount to governing for the future prince. Baiguan laid the foundation.

"Since Lord Yan wants to talk, the little girl will stop talking too much." Bo Bing said coldly, put her hands on her shoulders, and stopped talking.

"Bengong also thinks that this anti-poem is extraordinary." Prince Wuye said with a solemn expression, "And it seems that I didn't think it at first. Once Bo Bing said it, I think it's really possible. It's a poem of warning."

"Your Highness." Just as Prince Wuye said these words, Yin Yuan coughed softly for a while and said: "If according to the calendar, with the climate of Yunjing City, there may be snowfall after the cold dew, and when the grains are plentiful, According to folk farming customs, Bailu is the time of harvest, and it is also the time of sowing winter wheat..."

"Xinqingxue in Yanshan... The five grains are familiar and busy..." After hearing Yin Yuan's explanation, the oiran couldn't help but put that sentence on his lips and refused to chew for a while, and said with a serious face: "Could it be that the other party is talking about Bailu to Hanlu?" In about a month's time...will something happen?"

Hearing Hua Kui's words, the people in the secret room immediately realized that they each looked at the piece of paper in their hands, and the "anti-poetry" on it immediately changed into a different look!

Suddenly Yan Licheng raised his head, his eyes sparkled, as if he had discovered an important doubt, and said in a deep voice, "That's true, which team is the red flag from?"

Another master beside him shook his head and said, "Where is there a team with a red flag? The uniform Qingyun Haotian flag is used everywhere, so where is there a red flag?"

The atmosphere that had been mobilized just now suddenly calmed down again, and when everyone lowered their heads and pondered each other, Bo Bing laughed again: "Didn't Master Yan say before that the little girl is a woman's opinion, it's nonsense talk?"

Yan Licheng knew that he was wrong, and he couldn't compare to Bo Bing, who was eloquent, so he had to pretend that he didn't hear it, but one person said: "No, they are not all Qingyun Haotian flags! Qin's army is using something else. Flag?"

At this moment, everyone's eyes were cast on Bo Bing. Mrs. Bo smiled and said, "Have you never seen the military flag of the Qin family? The little girl has never seen it, but she knows it. The flag of the Qin family army It's the Golden Bow Flag of the Sea of ​​Clouds, and it's not red." After she finished speaking, she seemed to be deliberately burying that person and added, "I'm sorry to disappoint you!"

"I know." Prince Wuye smiled and said, "The flag of the Iron Blood Guard of the Linxi Prince's Mansion is red!"