Chapter 31: Demonic Disaster (3)

"Master, the pen and ink are ready." Wu Zetian pulled back his thoughts, narrowed his eyes and looked at the female official beside him who was whispering with his eyes down, and smiled: "Wan'er, today's rare event, you have to think of a fresh and interesting way of playing for me. It's not enough to just make a few poems about Fenghe Shengzhi." Shangguan Wan'er still half-beared, and Til said: "Master is so interested. Fenghe Shengzhi has already been done, why don't we... let's have another sentence today?"

"Okay, okay." Wu Zetian was so happy that he was flirting with a hint: "Wan'er, it's better for you to host it. Everyone should participate, don't let anyone go." "Yes." Shangguan Wan'er thought about it and said carefully: "But... everyone has written poems today. Even if this couplet is fun, it's still easier. Use Bailiang style." "Okay, let's listen to you."

The imperial edict issued that everyone would have to take a hundred times more energy to deal with it anyway. Di Renjie had been climbing the mountain all the way, and by this time he was very tired. After returning to Beijing from Longyou Road, he obviously felt that he was physically and mentally exhausted, and his physical strength was declining day by day. He had a deep sense that he might really have to face the end of life. He was not afraid of death. Life and death are destined to escape, and Di Renjie was able to deal with it calmly. What made him unable to let go of his heart was just the regrets left in the long river of seventy years of life, but he was heartbroken. These days, in every sleepless night, his heart was twisting and turning in anxiety and longing. Some things had not been arranged yet; some people still made him care about and missed - I am afraid that he really didn't have much time.

"Di, Master Di Ge." "Oh, Lord Zhou?" Di Renjie looked at Zhou Liangkun sitting on his desk. His decayed and withered face was even worse than when the Honglu Temple case occurred a year ago. Since the Longyou War, his whole body and mind have been occupied by the turmoil in the northwest border, which put the case of Lord Zhou aside. Today, it was the first time after returning to Luoyang. Di Renjie saw Zhou Liangkun when he first saw Zhou Liangkun. At first glance, he was really shocked by the other party's lying idly look. Di Renjie vaguely felt that the hidden situation behind Liu Yifei's murder was even more dangerous than expected. Today, when he visited Shicong Mountain, Zhou Liangkun was always wandering around Di Renjie, wanting to speak but stopping, Di Renjie was close and separated. He had nothing to worry about, just wait for the other party to speak first.

Zhou Liangkun opened his mouth, and a deep fear suddenly appeared in his eyes. Then his face turned pale and he lowered his head without saying a word. Di Renjie was a little surprised, and did not ask much, but silently swept around with his afterglow. No special strangeness was seen. Under Shangguan Wan'er's appointment, the couplet had already begun to the world. Wu Zetian had just started chanting: "Just brings kindness to the world." Wan'er took the pen and fell on the paper. Today, the servant Duan Canghai, who was with him, personally gave the royal glass cup in order. The turn of the couplet was to continue.

The first couplet was naturally the prince Li Xian. Li Xian raised his glass and drank it, whispering with a sip, "The joy under his knees is the same." Everyone applauded, and Eunuch Duan brought the glass to the prime minister Li Dan. Li Dan smiled and murmured: "Yongxin's elixir is connected to the three kings." Di Renjie carefully observed Wu Zetian's expression, but saw her smiling gently, and her loving eyes stopped on her two sons in turn. Di Renjie sighed without feeling relieved.

Immediately afterwards, the glass cup was delivered to Wu Sansi. He stroked his beard lightly, shook his head and said, "I forgot to climb the peak of wild fun and blowjob." Shangguan Wan'er forced her smile to write. Princess Taiping, who had received the glass cup, showed a slight disdain. She looked at her two brothers and chanted to her mother: "This scene is always remembered Zeng Youchong." Wu Zetian nodded with a smile to her favorite daughter.

"Please, Lord Di." Di Renjie fixed his eyes. It turned out that Duan Canghai had come to him with a glass cup and was looking at him with a smile. Di Renjie bowed his hand and then drank and sang: "I have been traveling to Chisong together for the rest of my life." He put down the wine glass. He seemed to hear a leisurely sigh from the imperial throne. Di Renjie did not look up, and he concentrated and swallowed the sudden surging melancholy silently.

The glass cups came to Zhang Yizhi and Zhang Changzong again. One of them was ethereal: "I wish to be a wild man from Kunlun." The other was full of charm: "Langyuan accompanied me to Xie Kongtong." Di Renjie didn't even glance at them. He didn't want to be hated to completely ruin You Xing.

The Zhang brothers were Yao Chong, the Minister of War. His poems were majestic: "The turbid air of the nine heavens was all gone." After the two twisted and false, Yao Chong's poems seemed to be cleansing the clean and dirty breeze, which made Di Renjie applaud and applaud. The victory in Longyou made the newly promoted young prime minister become more famous in the court and the country, but he did not take credit and was arrogant and was floating in the air. The respect he showed for Di Renjie was even more serious than before. Di Renjie could see that Yao Chong's humility and rigor were not disguised, but rather his integrity. He was deeply pleased with this. Yao Chong was deeply pleased with this.

In the Ministry of War commendation of the heroes and appointments of Longyou, Di Renjie was consulted one by one, and even mentioned Li Yuanfang carefully. Di Renjie was open-minded and talked about other candidates and appointments. Only when talking about Li Yuanfang, he was silent for a long time, which made Yao Chong a little scared. Finally, the old prime minister sighed and murmured: "Li Yuanfang, he is dead. I know very well that 'the great master's reputation is good for life and honor and sorrow for life and death.' is not what he pursues, so it's better not to mention it." So Yao Chong understood that Li Yuanfang could not be mentioned.

After Yao Chong, it was Zhou Liangkun, the Minister of the Honglu Temple. Di Renjie watched coldly, but when he saw Zhou Liangkun taking the glass cup that Eunuch Duan held, his hands were trembling nervously. Finally, he chanted a hoarse voice: "The four heavens are all facing the Daming Palace." Di Renjie frowned, and indeed Shangguan Wan'er also put down his pen and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou is inappropriate, please consider it again." Looking at Zhou Liangkun again, his face was ashamed and sweated like a slurry. Di Renjie was also a little puzzled. The Honglu Temple case had been so long, so he shouldn't have been out of the blue.

However, fear was like this, no, there must be some other reason... So Di Renjie coughed lightly and said deliberately: "Hey, Lord Zhou, are you feeling unwell? Why are your face so bad?" Eunuch Duan was standing at Zhou Liangkun's table holding a plate with a glass cup, and at this time he also echoed: "Oh, Lord Zhou seems to be not very good?" Shangguan Wan'er looked at Wu Zetian inquiringly. Wu Zetian waved his hand with a gloomy face. Wan'er understood and said warmly: "Since Master Zhou's doll feels uncomfortable, then let's continue first."

Then there were Zeng Tai and Zhang Jianzhi and other important officials in the court. Because both of them were close disciples of Di Renjie, Di Renjie listened carefully to their couplets. Zeng Tai said: "Guan Suo Yingxu and Shengcong." Zhang Jianzhi said: "Xin Cheng Guest is guilty of his mediocre talent." They are all sings of peace and harmony. Di Renjie knew that they were cautious, and this was also what he should do.

After the couplet, he had almost finished drinking. Shangguan Wan'er copied the poems and couplets she made today and gave them to the Emperor Wu to visit. The lazy sunshine in the afternoon spread onto the treetops, and Wu Zetian's travels were over, and finally felt a little tired. So everyone boarded the chariot and horses, and set off on the return journey leisurely.

Di Renjie and Zhou Liangkun's carriage were parked at the same time, and they walked side by side. Di Renjie looked at Zhou Liangkun's still gray face and asked with concern: "Mr. Zhou, do you feel better?" "Ah, thank you for your care, Liangkun, Liangkun..." Zhou Liangkun shivered his lips, and said incompletely. Di Renjie smiled faintly and turned around to go. Zhou Liangkun suddenly grabbed his sleeve of the robe and said with a hissing: "Mr. Di Ge, you, save me."

Save me." Di Renjie frowned: "Master Zhou, what's wrong with you? So sneaky." Zhou Liangkun said anxiously: "Life and Death Book, Life and Death Book, Does Lord Di still remember the case before the New Year?" "Of course I remember." Di Renjie looked straight into the other party's eyes and said calmly: "About this case, I remember that this cabinet had a heart-to-heart talk with Lord Zhou. Could it be that Lord Zhou had something else to tell this cabinet today?"

Zhou Liangkun's eyes were red, and he swallowed his saliva and was about to speak, but suddenly he was stupid as if he had seen a ghost. Di Renjie turned around and found that the Zhang brothers had already followed Wu Zetian onto the imperial carriage. Zhang Yizhi turned back and suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, saying lightly: "Master Zhou! Master Zhou asked me to see if Lord Zhou is fine?" Zhou Liangkun did not answer, but just stood there with his eyes wide open. Zhang Yizhi didn't care, showed a contemptuous smile on his face, turned his head and left, as if he hadn't seen Di Renjie beside him at all.

Di Renjie felt his anger surge and tried his best to suppress it. He felt that there was movement beside him. Zhou Liangkun actually walked towards his car without even saying hello. Di Renjie stood quietly and looked at his back. Until Zhou Liangkun turned around before boarding the carriage, Di Renjie found that what he saw was a desperate face that was about to die.

"Come on, come on, Jinghui, good brother! I'll give you another glass for you!" Wu Zhile spoke up to Di Jinghui with his tongue. His dark face was red, and sweat beads kept flowing down the tip of his nose. He was already half drunk. In the largest guest room on the third floor of the Qianmen Mansion, the candlelight tonight, and the table of steaming dishes and fragrant wines made the atmosphere in the room very strong.

Four people sat around the table, including Wu Zhile and Mrs. Miao, Di Jinghui and Meng Dan. The summer night was hot, and each of them drank a lot of wine. Every face was red and his forehead was shining with sweat. The windows facing the street were wide open, and the red candlelight cages into the milky white moonlight. The fog was floating, setting off a hazy drunkenness. Wu Zhile half lifted up his clothes, spread his legs and sat at the closest to the window. He raised his neck and poured a large glass of wine down. Di Jinghui also raised his wine glass and slapped his eyes and shouted: "Oh, this is not OK, no! You have to do it!" Di Jinghui blushed and shook his head repeatedly: "Brother, no, no, I'm really overdoing it! I'm willing to give up the disadvantage, I'm willing to give up the disadvantage..."

Wu Zhile was not willing to give up, and he had to send the full wine glass under Di Jinghui's nose. Meng Dan was unhappy and pouted and complained to Mrs. Miao: "Sister-in-law, you don't care about your brother! Jinghui is going to go on the road tomorrow morning." Mrs. Miao smiled slightly: "It's really an outgoing girl, and you're not wrong at all. Look, now you only know Jinghui, Jinghui..." "Sister-in-law!" Meng Dan's face turned redder, so he stood up and grabbed the wine glass from Wu Zhile's hand: "Brother, you should drink less!" Wu Zhile raised his eyebrows: "Mengdan, why are you messing around!"

Miao Nian quickly stood behind Wu Zhile, put his hands on his shoulders, and said softly: "Wu Zhile, Jing Hui and Meng Dan will set out tomorrow morning, so let's drink here tonight." Wu Zhile's face turned dark, he slowly put down his wine glass, and sighed a long time. In an instant, the lively and cheerful scene in the room changed, and the complex heartbeat that everyone tried their best to suppress could no longer be concealed, and the faint sorrow of parting showed clues.

Wu Zhile cast a gentle and kind look at Meng Dan, while looking up and down at his sister, sighing: "Meng Dan, my only sister, the brightest moonlight on the Mobei grassland! When we part tomorrow, we will not know when we will meet again." "Brother!" Meng Dan moaned and threw herself into his brother's mighty and broad arms, blinking his eyes desperately, trying not to let tears flow down. Wu Zhile smiled and patted her shoulder, staring at Di Jinghui, and said earnestly: "Jinghui, I have handed Meng Dan to you, you must treat her well. If she is wronged, I Wu Zhile will never forgive you!" Di Jinghui also smiled and nodded: "Please rest assured, brother."

"Well, I am still sure of you, Brother Jinghui." Wu Zhile hugged Meng Dan tightly and printed a heavy kiss between her black hair: "But Meng Dan grew up outside the Great Wall. When he went to the heartland of the Central Plains in Luoyang, it would be difficult to adapt. At that time, Jinghui, you should be more considerate and take care of her, and teach her well, especially in front of Lord Di, don't let her lose her sense of duty." Di Jinghui looked at Meng Dan with love and said, "Meng Dan is the smartest and kindest girl in the world. How could he lose her sense of duty? Brother, you are too worried." After a pause, he said seriously: "My father will also like Meng Dan very much, I will definitely let him like it!"

Wu Zhile and Mrs. Miao exchanged deep eyes: "Okay! Jinghui, it's indeed a honest and honest gentleman. If I don't feel at ease, I will be pretentious! How lucky is Wu Zhile brother and sister to be able to form an indissoluble bond with Lord Di and Jinghui's family!" As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Miao interjected: "Wu Zhile, I think what you should say is, how lucky is Tuqishi!"

As Miao Nian said, a complex smile appeared on Wu Zhile's face again. Di Jinghui understood it and immediately asked: "Brother Wu Zhile, you and I are already a family. This time Jinghui took Meng Dan back to Luoyang. What do you want to bring to my father, or even from the Great Zhou court? I would like to ask my brother but it doesn't matter." Mrs. Miao also said, "It's rare to have an opportunity. Wu Zhile, you..."

Wu Zhile waved his hand and signaled Miao Nian to stop. He himself said meaningfully: "Jinghui, I have been feeling very upset these days." Meng Dan stood up from his arms, sat back to Di Jinghui, and looked at his brother with him. Wu Zhile slowly said: "In the battle of Shatuochi, Wu Zhile was trusting Yuanfang, Lord Di, and the Great Zhou court. He could be said to have devoted all his money, life, fame, honor and disgrace, and he did nothing more than the future of Tuqishi! Now that the Eastern Turks were defeated in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Tingzhou was preserved, Wu Zhile did not dare to take credit, but he also wanted to rely on this.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, unified Tuqishi and led the unit to join the Great Zhou, and then let Tuqishi embark on the right path of prosperity! Unfortunately, it's a pity that the world did not meet the wishes. What Wuzhile waited for was a series of setbacks!" Speaking of this, Wuzhile couldn't help but clenched his fists, and the beating candlelight reflected on his hard jaw, making his face look deep and cold. He continued: "First, Yuan Fang's life and death in Yibotai was uncertain; then my plan to seize the Broken Leaf was frustrated... Finally, yesterday, yesterday morning, I received an imperial edict to me from the governor's mansion!"

"Oh?" Di Jinghui hurriedly asked, "What do you say in the imperial edict?" Wu Zhile sneered: "The Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty commended Wu Zhile for his performance in the Yibotai battle, and specially rewarded Wu Zhile and the thunder cavalry under his jurisdiction to send hundreds of silk and silk, and thousands of hu of grain to show his kindness." Di Jinghui frowned: "That's all?" "That's all."

Di Jinghui slapped the table heavily and sighed: "Planning is for people, but success is for heaven! Jinghui can guarantee that my father must have made the best efforts for Brother Wuzhile, but the things in the court are too complicated, and your heart is as deep as the sea. Brother may not be able to do it for a while." As he said that, he bowed to Wuzhile: "Let your brother be wronged."

Wu Zhile quickly waved his hand: "Hey, Jinghui must not be too careful. Lord Di's righteousness is as bright as the moon in the sky. Wu Zhile admires it very much, how dare you question it. As for the Great Zhou court and the emperor, the decision made was of course for general considerations, and Wu Zhile had nothing to be wronged. Unfortunately, this passion could not be rewarded for Da Zhou, and his ambitions were difficult to be carried out by the Thunder Cavalry. It seems that this time, Wu Zhile will disappoint Lord Di."
Chapter completed!