"That is a rare dragon king absorbing water in a hundred years!"

"Yes, it's the Dragon King absorbing water!"

"My God, it must be the Dragon King!"

……

Many people hiding under the house on the shore to shelter from the rain, many people noticed two or three whirlpools on the sea.

"The big dragon sucks water!!!"

As a result, someone immediately pointed to the sea level in the distance and couldn't help shouting, looking pale.

what?

Seeing the movement of someone exclaiming, everyone looked in the direction pointed by their fingers, turned to look at the sea not far away, and a strange thing happened.

For some reason, the originally calm sea was now turbulent.

And in the center of these vortexes, a huge vortex gradually appeared, with a diameter of about five or six feet, and the concavity of the upper and lower sides was actually three or four meters deep, which was amazing.

Perhaps seeing such an amazing scene, everyone under the room was overwhelmed with fright, thinking that the Dragon King was coming.

Therefore, they all think that this heavy rain is their punishment!

Immediately, in the afternoon, the news broke that the [-]-strong army that had been sent to the Fuyu Kingdom some time ago encountered the Dragon King at sea, and unfortunately the entire army was wiped out, which caused everyone in Luoyang City to tremble with fear.

The navy was attacked, and it was rumored that the Dragon King in the sea was disturbed by the warship and destroyed the ship.

And this rumor made the people of the capital city, who already cherished their lives, even more uneasy, and paid a lot of money for sacrifices, hoping that the Dragon King would not rain heavy rains and damage the crops, so that they would have no harvest in the coming year.

This matter was heard by the queen who was in the palace, and she was furious immediately.

Immediately, he announced a thorough investigation of the matter, and found out who spread this information out, and wished to implicate his nine clans!

……

Yanzi Building, Fengyi Pavilion.

In an elegant room, although its decoration is not luxurious, it looks quite delicate.

A row of shelves on the left is filled with collections of essays on unofficial history.

If you look closely, there is even a class of classics and history, and there is a two-meter-long and wide desk next to it, with two calligraphy couplets spread out on it.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is thin, and the hope is very sad, and the sky is dark.

In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke, there is no word who will lean on the fence.

It is intended to drunk the madness, to sing the wine, and the music is not tasteless.

The belt gradually widened and he didn't regret it.

The handwriting is clear and fickle, but it is elegant and agile, almost like it is on the paper.

A poem from the Song Dynasty by Liu Yong's masterpiece, Butterfly Loves Flowers, directly made the shameful Qin Xuan the capital of picking up girls.

On the edge of the table, there is a copper vanity mirror nearby. It is engraved with delicate cloud patterns. The mirror surface is very finely polished, and the scene is very clear. It is obviously from the hands of the world's skilled craftsmen.

Walking along the footsteps, in the wing next to this room, a bathtub has been prepared.

Some flowers-ban have been sprinkled in the barrel, and sometimes the hot water evaporates the slightest cloud, and the room is filled with an elegant and fragrant breath.

However, Yin Ruiji sat in front of the dressing mirror in a trance, staring at her in the mirror, but her eyes were not focused. The cloud dress was half unraveled, and her long dress was dragging on the ground, like a white cloud.

In the past month, after some training, she has learned the four-stringed pipa, and she usually performs four-stringed pipa.When she wants to tell her heart, she will take out the five-stringed lute and play it sadly.

Because the five-string tune is complicated and the rhythm is changeable, it is the most emotional expression.

For some reason, I played that tune by myself that day, secretly narrating my thoughts.

She considers herself stunning and beautiful, but as an official, she naturally has her own difficulties.

In a way, she is a caged bird, a prisoner.

It is rare that the poems written by Qin Xuan express her grief and sorrow.

Leaving his hometown to the Tang Dynasty was by no means his wish.

In Luoyang, she saw singing everywhere, and also witnessed the smoke of gunpowder everywhere.

Far away from the Eastern Capital, her homeland was occupied by the Tang Dynasty, and was eroded by Baekje and Silla... The pain in her mouth has not eased since the moment she left her hometown.

It can be said that Yin Ruiji looked down on any Tang people.

Because she has seen too many dignitaries who covet her beauty, all of them are different in appearance and bright on the surface, but in fact, there is already a blood slaughter in the dark, contaminated with the lives of many unknown people...

But for the man who can write this poem, she has to admit, there is only one exception.

Thinking about it, she remembered the scene when she saw Qin Xuan for the first time (to get it), although she didn't know why it changed so much when he heard that he was Yin Ruiji's name.

But for the kind of heroic act of heroic demeanor who stood up and saved her in danger when she was in danger, she was really moved.

Coupled with the confession between the oiran and Yuexia that day, the relationship between the two is already a relationship of lovers.

It is a kind of love, sweetness, and mutual affection that are different from the parent and mother...

Thinking about this, Yin Ruiji subconsciously touched the ring around her finger, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help smiling sweetly.

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