On the quiet ancient road, one rides in a sedan chair, the other rides a horse. After so many years, I don’t know when we will meet again.
Feng Peiyi didn't know what he was thinking. Was it because of the scene or something else in his mind? He actually insisted on sending him ten miles away.
Yan Miaoling in the sedan chair raised her bare hands and lifted the curtain a little...
Looking at the man riding a white horse behind him, he was as beautiful as jade and a gentleman without equal in the world. I couldn't help but sigh, if she was really a princess of the royal family, and had been baptized by poetry and painting since childhood, perhaps this princess and the Prime Minister would be a perfect match.
But she is a modern nine-nine-six, and playing the piano and composing poetry do not suit her impetuous mood.
But it is undeniable that it is really romantic.
At this moment, Feng Peiyi, who was riding on horseback, was also full of thoughts. As he watched the convoy gradually move away, he slowly unfolded the painting on his palm... the painting Ling'er called graffiti...
He smiled. It really was a doodle. A branch, two little sparrows, three yellow persimmons. Simple, but he had to admit it captured the key points of the mountain scene.
And there's the line, "Wild birds call out to each other, persimmons are red"...
He laughed again. This girl was appropriating someone else's poem again. He didn't know the whole poem, so he couldn't comment on it. But just looking at this one sentence, it was really realistic and down-to-earth.
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After that separation, the two of them went their separate ways and had no contact for two years.
As for Yan Miaoling, she continued her "great cause." Because she acted with purpose and deliberately exaggerated her actions, she did a lot of good wherever she went and earned a good reputation.
As a result, people called Princess Deyan a great benefactor.
But the think tanks still feel that is not enough.
During a meeting in the secret room of Baihua Palace, Xuanyuan Mingchen proposed, "Just doing good deeds has indeed earned you a lot of favor from the people. But if you want to become emperor as a woman, you still need the help and warning of the heavens."
After saying this, he looked towards Nanjia...
Here is a brief introduction.
Although Yan Miaoling has focused her main energy on searching and doing practical work over the past year, she has also neglected to enjoy life and manage her relationships with men.
But she was a little overwhelmed by having to be so busy all the time. So she thought, why not bring them to the Princess's Mansion in the capital to meet at a fixed time and place, and update the information of each place at the same time.
But after a long time, no matter how big the princess's mansion is, people will get tired of it.
Furthermore, she had suddenly gained prominence, and many eyes were watching her. She felt a little cautious and restrained in plotting in the Princess's Mansion. So, she was considering whether to find a more secretive location for the gathering.
Later, Empress Shen Aoshan accidentally mentioned that the Master of Baihua Palace had become a free and unrestrained wanderer since she adopted Emperor Ze as her son, leaving Baihua Palace, a paradise, to Emperor Ze. The Empress was currently tied up and couldn't live there, so if she wanted, she could consider it.
There is a formation there, and no outsiders can easily enter. Beautiful environment and good privacy, isn't it the best of both worlds?
Yan Miaoling instantly became interested. Emperor Ze had been to the Hundred Flowers Palace and said it was located in a mountain stream with a narrow entrance and surrounded by mountains.
Inside, there are green grass and sparkling water. It is spring-like all year round, with birds singing and flowers blooming, making it a very livable place.
She has been fascinated by it for a long time.
Now that she was told she could go and live there, of course she wouldn't refuse.
But when she finally arrived, Yan Miaoling was at a loss for words. The scene and beauty were simply beyond words. Suddenly, Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" came to mind...
The only difference is that because Baihua Palace has been in operation for a long time, in addition to its beautiful scenery, it is more like an independent city.
Not only is there a luxurious village built mainly of wood and bamboo, but there are also many thatched houses on the periphery, which are for the people who have come to live in seclusion here. They farm here, run small workshops here, and support small towns here.
In other words, even if they don't go out, people living here can be completely self-sufficient and keep the economy flowing.
The environment and fresh smell in the village made Yan Miaoling feel relaxed and happy. She even wanted to stay here.
And so, from then on, she met all the men here.
There is a meeting hall, and each person has their own bamboo house, quiet and leisurely...
We return to the meeting. Nanjia, having been called upon, pondered the matter carefully before offering his opinion. "There's no rush. We'll take our time. Ling'er, I suggest you first have the Imperial Observatory release some information to gauge the reactions of the court officials and the people. Once we've accumulated enough information, I'll make additional announcements in the name of the Imperial Master's Office."
Not long after that, an official from the Imperial Observatory (a member of the Jiao tribe) came to the emperor and said he had divined a strange vision. Upon hearing this, Emperor Ze's face changed drastically, and he subsequently expelled the official.
This secretive behavior, which did not dare to be announced to the public, made all the officials feel itchy.
So everyone used their own methods and finally found out something.
Then he was furious, "No wonder the Emperor is angry! What's going on with the Imperial Observatory? Are they courting death?"
"What's wrong?" an official with no connections gossiped.
"Humph, he's a young man who just joined the deputy supervisor not long ago. He actually said shamelessly that he observed the celestial phenomena at night and predicted that the next emperor would be a woman. Don't you think this is ridiculous?!" He walked away in a huff!
Before the morning court session began, Empress Shen Aoshan quietly observed everyone's reactions from behind the screen in the main hall. She then lamented to Emperor Ze, "Alas, it's true that there are so many obstacles for a woman to ascend to the throne!"
Lan Shang, who had been "roaming" the Hualian Cult through the streets of various cities, sneered after hearing the report from his clan officials. "Hmph, ridiculous? Then I'll show you something even more ridiculous!" He gave his men a look, and then several furtive figures scattered from the crowd...
Half a month later, morning court session.
The Left Censor-in-Chief frowned and reported, "Your Majesty, rumors in the market say..."
Zedi deliberately cooperated, "What do you mean..."
"They say, 'Xuanyuan III, women are the most respected!'" Fearing the emperor's reprimand, the old censor quickly added, "Your Majesty, I am only telling you the truth. It's just a rumor from the market, so don't believe it."
Seeing the topic had been brought up, another civil servant shared what he had heard. "Your Majesty, I've heard this before. It's said that the inscriptions on the manhole covers all have divine maxims. Although the words are different, the meaning is similar. They all... all predict... that the next emperor will be a woman..."
Wow!
The whole audience was in a state of panic.
The big men who have enjoyed the treatment of male dominance and female inferiority for ten thousand years cannot accept this result at all.
Instantly, there was a lot of discussion and the hall became a mess...
In the end, the emperor is dissatisfied and tells the royal guards to investigate and report back...
Si Youhong suppressed his laughter, bowed, and said, "Yes!" He turned around and left in a mighty and domineering manner.
Instead of looking for anything, you might as well go to the newly opened meat bun shop on the roadside and queue up to buy buns. Ling'er might like it.
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