Eastward Flow

four.

How the dark tide surging in the palace has nothing to do with Zhong Lishuo who has been out of the dispute. At this moment, she is studying hard for the assessment at the end of the year.

As a new student, she didn't need to participate in the assessment this year. But now that you're enrolled, don't miss an opportunity to advance to the next level. As long as she passes the exam, she won't have to read Geng in Teacher Cheng's class next year.

In this way, not only did he fulfill his father's feelings, but he could also say goodbye to the children in his class who were always excited and called their classmates. Of course, even if she studies at a higher level in the coming year, she will still be much younger than her in the same class.

The assessment of Hongwen Museum was on the 18th of the lunar month, which lasted for three days. In addition to the content of the professors at various levels, such as the four books and five classics of astronomy and geography arithmetic, there are gentlemen and six arts.

The topic of the written test was not difficult for Zhong Lisuo. After all, she learned very well as an emperor. Only in terms of riding and shooting, she was a little worried.

No matter in previous life or this life, because of her weak body, her riding and shooting have not learned formally. She was a little worried that Le Zhengsu's sick body couldn't stand her own frustration, but thankfully it was much better than her previous body. Ten days before the assessment, Zhong Lishu finally mastered the basic riding and shooting like the children in the same class.

In this way, the problems of the exam are also resolved.

Riding and shooting was learned under the guidance of the masters, and Qu Yi, a matter that doesn't need to be troubled at this moment, has to take care to cover up.

In her short life, it was not the Chu monarch who was widely known, but the sound of the imperial dragon of Kyushu during the years in Yunzhou.

Everyone knows that in the depths of the foggy sea of ​​Yunzhou, there is a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old. A shakuhachi can shake the sea of ​​clouds, and in the deep forest you can see Jiaolu's clarity.

Because of this clear and melodious shakuhachi, I don't know how many literati Mo Ke want to associate with this noble young musician. However, because Zhong Lisuo was exiled by the assassin emperor to Yunzhou at that time, it was difficult to reveal her identity, so she had not seen much of her true content.

People who heard her song, but never met her, called her to see the deer.

Until she returned to Yuanzhou City, she became the only child of the Emperor Emperor, the distinguished Prince Zhaoming, and the world knew that the clear shakuhachi belonged to her.

It was because of the Lantern Festival that year that the whimpered emperor, after watching various performances, couldn't help coming on stage and jumping for a while. The folk customs of Dachu are open, and singing and dancing are popular. The aristocrats in Yuanzhou City will dance elegant steps. The emperor is the leader of these elegant people. It is not uncommon for Her Majesty to jump the spirit rhinoceros. It is rare that the emperor, who has always been cold, would also have fun with courtiers, so the Lantern Festival that year was really lively.

The accompaniment to Emperor Assassin was Prince Zhao Ming's Shakuhachi. She blew the moon to the elegant minister. Seeing the dude's shakuhachi and Prince Zhaoming's tunes overlap, the world knows that those shakuhachis that resounded in Yunzhou in those years were the works of the princes who were exiled.

At this point, Prince Shao's shakuhachi became the voice of the imperial dragon.

The courtiers all knew that Shakuhachi of Emperor Zhao was one of the best in the world. Until Yuanzhou City broke, Emperor Zhao burned a large fire in Fengxian Hall, and this shakuhachi became the voice of the country.

The teacher of Hongwenguan has heard her music more or less, but she can cover up her skills and pass the assessment. Only that day, when she handed in the assessment content, Cheng Wen pressed her assessment question and said, "Hongwen Museum does not use Shakuhachi as a subject for quyi assessment. You can choose another one."

She was puzzled. As far as she knew, the Hongwen Museum taught nothing, no matter what instrument it was, it was counted in the scope of the Quyi assessment.

So she spoke and asked why boldly.

Cheng Wen looked at her with complex and deep eyes, and half a while later said, "It is Her Majesty's ban."

"The shakuhachi is the sorrow of the Chu State and should not be played at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty."

"Do you understand it?"

Cheng Wen said, taking a deep look at her, her eyes soft and kind.

Zhong Lishuo didn't know what it was like. He was half lost, but he was a stunner. He said, "Students know."

She turned and walked out the door, looking at the bleak winter scene, exhaling a long breath. Put your hands into the wide sleeves, straighten the waist bar and walk towards Xueshe.

Yes, it was she who burned the Fengxian Temple with a fire. It was her filial piety. When she died, she thought of her nickname.

She is a deceased monarch, and she should not have used the "Zhao" so beautifully as a nickname. She couldn't keep her ancestors' inheritance. She couldn't save herself from the aquatic people. She was a useless emperor.

However, she still felt that she had done nothing wrong, and did not burn Feng Xiandian, so she could not keep Yuanzhou City with her dying body. If they escaped, the ancestors in Fengxian Temple could only be beaten in vain. What's more, with her body at that time, she couldn't go north to merge with the queen at all.

I was afraid she would be killed by Huang Quan before she left Yuanzhou.

After all, it is a death, why not die cleanly.

She died in the place of worship of her ancestors, and turned to ashes. But Zhong Li's family can inherit the throne, except King Yunzhong, all killed by the assassin.

There was nothing wrong with her giving the throne to the queen. In the former dynasty, there were precedents for the queen to be in power. What's more, they were married together, she died, and the queen was in power.

The queen is more talented than her, knows more than her, and is more considerate of the people than her. The most important thing is that compared with her puppet emperor who has nothing, the queen still has soldiers.

At that time, the emperor took back the concubine of the princess, and finally arrived in Zhong Lishuo's hands. After ascending to the throne, she returned the puppet to p Jingyi.

The queen will lead the army, and she will not.

Zhong Lishuo wanted to be a good emperor. Everyone felt that she was not suitable to be an emperor, but she still wanted to be a good emperor. Only the queen thought she could do it well, but she died too early, after all, there was no way to achieve it.

Zhong Lishuo thought that she was right when she handed Jiang Shan to such a person. At least now, when she opened her eyes again, it was a world without war, instead of being **** by the ancestors of Zhongli's family to death, and then dying again.

She did it right, she was right.

She just told her mother that her life was not good and she couldn't live long.

Zhong Lishuo was dead, and died in the Xia Yuan chaos three years ago.

These are all over, and her life has been completed with a zhaozi, which has been completed.

Shakuhachi is not the voice of Chu Mo's death, but the prelude to the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

Since the queen tried her best to give her a "Zhao" word, she would not think of her song in her heart.

Right, Azusa.

Suddenly, she thought that she was holding a dagger in the Qianyuan Hall, and was kneeling in cold sweat on the couch of the Emperor. The princess kneeling on the ground stood up and walked to her, kneeling down together, and holding her **** hand.

Zhong Lishuo stared sideways, tearful eyes staring at her, seeing her **** forehead through her tears.

Look at her pale lips, messy hair, unable to speak for a long time.

Until, Da Shiming didn't know when he appeared behind her, and took all the Jian Ming's stance to the ground.

"I also hope that Your Majesty will be mournful, and Your Majesty would like to invite His Majesty to immediately reign."

"Kindly your Majesty, please ascend the throne."

One after another, it rang in her mind. She stood up stupidly, looking at the weird and peaceful, still beautiful and unforged emperor emperor on the bed, stepped back, and fell to the ground. Turning his head, he looked at Tsing Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, took a deep breath, took a dagger and pierced his chest fiercely.

His eyes were dark, and when he woke up again, he was lying in a coronation suit in the side hall of Shengyuan Palace.

Not far away, there was sorrow and sorrow, and the ministers' fake cries came to their ears.

Recently, the pale-prince concubine knelt before the couch, guarding her solitary.

Seeing her waking up, she looked up and said, "Your Majesty, the servants who assassinated the Emperor are all Fuxi, and they are looking forward to His Majesty's grief. His grandfather has determined the date, please His Majesty order that the Emperor be buried soon."

She couldn't hear anything, just staring blankly at the top of the account and saying, "I'm a sinner."

But the **** person was more sinful than her, so she was willing to trade her life.

She calmed down for a while, but she heard the princess said, "I still hope that Her Majesty takes care of the dragon body, Chu Kingdom, you are the only one left."

Yes, this big Chu country can be called the emperor, only her cowardly Prince Zhaoming.

She was taken over by the barbarians in the north, corrupt officials in the southern dynasty, orphans and widows who died on the streets, and young teenagers who died in the frontiers.

She should die, but she can't die yet.

But can a person like her become a king of a country?

So she turned her head and looked at p Jingyi: "Prince, do you think I will be a good king?"

"Emperor Jingming has a cloud: 'The emperor guards the country and the king dies in the dead'." The emperors of the Chu Kingdom were resolute and courageous. Even if they were troubled internally and externally, they would work together to resolve it. There is a weak Liu Fufeng state, and when speaking, it is gentle and gentle.

However, in that gentleness, there is the toughness that Dianthus is generally not moved by wind and rain.

She said: "His Majesty treated me with the courtesy of a scholar. In this life, I have set my Majesty to be born and die.

Zhong Lishuo bowed his head and saw firmness in those gentle watery eyes.

They are husbands and wives, but also monarchs and ministers.

She was supposed to accompany her to repay this peaceful place, but in the end, it doesn't make sense.

Now it's okay, she's dead. The queen is a hero who is so amazing that she can be married to a good person without being dragged by her.

No, her catfish is now the supreme emperor. To marry, someone else marries her.

Having been married for many years, she never asked what kind of character she liked. But a person like her, who has no strength, would not marry her unless he was a prince.

After all, it would not be someone like her.

Zhong Lishuo laughed at himself and buried all his thoughts about the old things in his heart. Clean up with those cravings that you dare not touch.

She is Lezheng Sui, she should be Lezheng Sui.

Le Zhengsui, it is necessary to study hard and pass the assessment.

She thought about it, encouraged herself, and finally made a decision. Since you cannot play shakuhachi, play the flute. Easy to get started, it's better.

The optimistic 16-year-old boy seems to have seen the deer son carefree in Yunzhou many years ago. After hard work, Zhong Lishuo passed the assessment with very good results.

The twelfth lunar month is the day when the students of Hongwen Museum get their grades and pack their bags and go home. Zhong Lishuo's home is in Yuanzhou City. After getting the assessment results, he heard Cheng Wennian snorted a few words and went to the entrance of the school.

The students walked together in twos and threes, wrapped in a heavy cock, talking about vacations. Zhong Lishuo thought to himself whether he could talk to his mother and go to the hot springs in Zhuangzi in the outskirts. He didn't pay much attention to the people nearby.

"If you want to talk about this party, it's better to go to Mingyue Pavilion. Mingyue Pavilion recently came to a group of Lanzhou teams. The singing and dancing are very good, and there is clean, princess you will love it."

"princess……"

"princess……"

Zhong Lishuo, who was hurried forward, was dragged by someone, and his ear exploded: "Prince-in-law!"

She looked up violently, and saw the petite girl looking at herself with a pair of tearful eyes in shock and joy, and immediately fell into place.

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