Empty White
That night, in Nanqu Tower, the officials of Sanqu and the students in the building...
My fellows, you are either the disciples of the emperor of the previous dynasty or the disciples of the emperor of the future dynasty.
All the foreign guests from all over the world gathered here on this day.
Wang Yicheng wore his official uniform at night, and King Guangcheng climbed up the tower with a sword in hand.
Wherever the saint is, they are both there.
How can the emperor command the civil and military officials, Prince Anle, a mere member of the Luoyang royal family?
After three failed songs, several states were in panic, and all the men and women of the Li family sobered up.
No one dared to use the excuse of drunkenness anymore. When the king stepped down from the stage, all that was left in his eyes was confusion.
A saint is not a king. Princess Heng exclaimed and lost her confidence in an instant. She knelt down and finally fell silent.
The visitor was the Emperor from the Taiji Palace. Princess Shouyang stood with her hands on her hips and lost her temper in the hall.
The ministers bowed down and the scholars followed, without exception in the entire building.
The emperor was furious, but the monarch said nothing.
I looked around and saw that there was only one man in the building, and he was an exception.
That young man neither worships the saint nor kneels to the emperor.
He was stubborn and arrogant, and just looked at me with a puzzled expression.
No, I looked closely and saw that he was not looking at me, he was glaring.
The saint is right next to me. I don’t know whether you are angry with me or with His Majesty.
I don’t know when he will come, nor do I know how long he will come, and I don’t know why he will come.
These are things I should have known, but I knew nothing about them.
The figure is vague, across the mountains and rivers. I have no doubt that the saint has come here.
This young man traveled thousands of miles to Chang'an, trekking through mountains and rivers, but I am not completely sure.
The whole building was silent, and the aroma of wine dared not spread.
Huayang was afraid of the saint, and Anyang was also afraid.
The majesty of the sage king is sacred, and the princesses usually dare not look him in the eye, so they mistakenly recognize the emperor.
The Li family's sons and daughters, as well as the officials in the building, probably all felt the same way...
The King of Wei's wine stained the saint's robe. I don't know whether the king is drunk or not, but he covets the throne sincerely.
The lady with red sleeves and a royal family got into a drunken brawl in front of the emperor.
It's not proper for her to take off her clothes and hat gracefully.
I really don't know what kind of person Prince Anle of Luoyang is.
As for the saint of Taiji Palace, I can guess a little bit.
After this night, not only Jingzhao Chang'an, but even the eastern capital Luoyang could not escape the blame.
"Chang'an, no music, singing, or dancing for three months..."
The saint ordered.
"Including Luoyang."
The sage gave another order.
The whole building is full of wine.
Prince Heng was as sad as if he had lost his parents, while Prime Minister Pei, Junior Minister Zong, and Junior Minister Hong were as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The sage is at peace, music is banned in Chang'an, and the dignitaries feel like they are in great mourning.
When the sage personally arrived in Pingkang and entered Nanqu, he saw that the prime ministers, ministers, princes, generals and ministers in the court were lazy and enjoying themselves, with singing and dancing all over the court, not caring about the world.
The sage ordered the burning of the zither and the cooking of the crane. He sometimes ignored the country for the sake of the beauty, and sometimes ignored the beauty for the sake of the country. He repeated this over and over again, and there was no certainty as to the end.
The extremely absurd emperor of Taiji Palace suddenly became a wise ruler that night.
"Pingkangfang, you are not allowed to come here again."
The saint looked at me and spoke orders directly into my ear.
"Sanqu, from tonight onwards, you are not allowed to meet with the Marquis of Luoyang."
The saint looked at me and with one sentence, he ordered the entire Chang'an to be my enemy.
Although there are differences in closeness, there is a clear distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children.
But the princesses and princes are royal descendants after all, and they are the relatives and blood relatives of the saints.
And I am just a slave of their Li family.
The saint is reluctant to punish the Li family's sons and daughters.
Your Majesty is using the stick to frighten the tiger and kill the chicken to scare the monkey. He beat me in order to warn the royal family.
Whether the men and women of the Li family were at fault or not, in the end I was the only one left to be scolded and punished.
This is the strategy your majesty usually uses, and this is the Taoist technique you often use to keep your words in mind.
"Yes." I listened to the imperial edict.
My ears are getting worse and worse, and I can't hear the music anymore.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I walked through the streets and alleys of Chang'an, shouting out my feelings. Since then, I don't want to watch dancers perform the Hu Xuan dance anymore.
Princess Huayang's powder has been sold out. After that night, I don't have to come to Pingkangfang anymore.
The dance was interrupted and the music dispersed, and the sage gave an order, which had to be carried out in the two capitals of the east and the west.
There has been no music for three months.
It is a blessing for the Li family and the court, but it is suffering for the people of the world.
The emperor is angry and disregards the livelihood of the people.
But...all the people in the world are his slaves.
The censors and advisers came to the court to receive tributes in order to advise and remonstrate with the sage.
It is their duty to serve the people, not to impeach me every day.
"From tonight onwards, any prince or noble in Chang'an who leaves Jingzhao without imperial decree will be executed on the spot by the six armies. There is no need to report back to me."
The Lord intimidated the princes and nobles, and his power overwhelmed the entire Chang'an.
The saint's Taoist robe was hitting mine, and His Majesty ordered Yan Qi, who had sobered up, to take me back to Xingningfang.
The master seemed to have a lot of anger in his heart, which could not be extinguished by wine, and seemed to have been swallowed down without being released.
His Majesty is anxious to return to Taiji Palace.
It seemed as if he had some important military or national affairs that he had to rush back to deal with overnight.
The sage left and the young man went downstairs.
I finally saw the face clearly and recognized the man.
"Da Lang..."
I called out to Dalang, begging him to stay.
I stepped on the clothes of the royal family's children, I stepped on the ten fingers of the ministers, and I hurried to chase after them while holding my Taoist robe.
"Da Lang, don't go... I know I was wrong, please don't go... Stop now..."
That night was full of chaos, with more than just the pushing and pulling of the Li family.
From the first time I called Dalang, from the first moment I admitted my mistake.
The moonlight that night gradually tightened, turning into a murderous white silk.
I chased after Dalang and was about to pass the saint.
The fairy-like figure suddenly turned around, my body was captured by the master, and my steps were stopped by the saint.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
A sage never gets drunk.
"Do you really know you're wrong?"
He asked with a blushing face.
"I won't leave..."
He said.
The saint is staying... Dalang is leaving...
I struggled to grab the saint's hand, but he held it tightly and refused to let go.
Throwing away He Nu was unsuccessful.
"Ayan, you finally realized your mistake?"
The saint's energy and blood were completely depleted, his face was red, he seemed to be happy, seemed to be furious, he strangled me, threatened my life, and questioned me again and again.
"Where did you go wrong?"
He pressed me.
Where did I go wrong?
I can't answer that.
The flower and bird messenger Tan Langjun was standing by, he was so anxious that he wanted to admit his mistakes on my behalf, wanted to confess on my behalf.
"Since she has admitted her mistake, why should the saint delve into it?" Li Junming said.
"When Her Majesty admits her mistake, she must admit it from beginning to end..." Wang Yicheng said.
The sage has lost his tranquility and is only left with anxiety.
"No, I want her to tell me in person. I want her to admit her mistakes word for word."
The saint scolded.
"Your Majesty is drunk. Why don't you return to the palace with His Majesty immediately and then slowly admit your mistakes once you return to Taiji Palace..."
As the Flower and Bird Envoy was speaking, Tan Jiuyue made a suggestion.
The saint caught me and conspired with his cronies, and I didn't understand what he was saying.
I tried my best to shake off the saint's hand, ran a few steps, and grabbed Dalang in the crowd.
It’s Luo Jiao, I think he’s good.
All the ministers knelt without their hats. I smiled and hugged Dalang, and was about to ask him a question.
I have many questions.
He first asked me, "Since you already know you're wrong, let me ask you, where exactly did you go wrong?"
This ruthless, cold and old-fashioned face.
I love to correct my mistakes, and I love to correct my shortcomings.
As soon as we met, he looked for all my faults.
I said this against my will, thinking carefully about that night, "I shouldn't have been partying every night, drinking every day, hanging around Pingkangfang, and getting drunk and hitting people."
"No, sister, you are terribly wrong, but you don't know where you are wrong."
Dalang told me that I was wrong, but he didn't tell me where I was wrong.
The next moment, I was pulled out of Luo Jiao's arms by the saint, and King Guangcheng's sword was unsheathed and placed on Luo Jiao's neck.
"Your Majesty..."
I chuckled.
At the critical moment of life and death, Luo Jiao smiled lightly.
The saint's face was flushed and ashen. He was hostile to Luo Jiao and held great power. He Nu was no longer the prince of Prince Xin and the crown prince of the Eastern Palace.
Your Majesty, your face is already as it is in your heart; your face is already as it is in your heart.
"Who are you?"
Princess Shouyang surrounded Luo Jiao.
"Are you a human or a slave?"
"Are you a musician or a dancer?"
"Are you from a noble family? How come I've never seen you in Chang'an?"
"What's your relationship with Fifth Sister?"
Li Jiaojiao asked several questions in a row, and she directed her words directly at Dalang.
King Guangcheng pointed his sword at Luo Jiao without sheathing it.
I was just about to speak when the flower and bird messenger spoke first, saying that he and I were going to Tanzhou together and he knew Luo Jiao.
"This is the eldest son of the Luo family in Tanzhou. He is neither a servant nor a musician."
"Dalang is my biological brother..."
I was in a panic.
That winter, my two half-brothers arrived in Chang'an for the first time.
Luo Jiao's appearance is like a white rainbow piercing the sun. He can settle the affairs of Chang'an.
For example, when Taibai entered Taiwei, his every word and action endangered the emperor of Taiji Palace.
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