Red and White
Late spring and early summer.
The grass in Jinggongfang is green and fresh.
The saint was foolish in his youth... he became foolish...
Yang Leren, a former staff member of the Taichang Temple, made a living under Zheng Shaoqing, and conflicts between the superior and the subordinate were common.
The past is the past, and we cannot dwell on it. Now that Prime Minister Yang has gained power, how could he not bear grudges? How could he not seek revenge?
In order to win the smile of a beautiful woman and please his beloved, the saint shot and killed a court official in public in Jinggongfang, the horse farm garden of the noble children of Chang'an.
Zheng Zihuan was "accidentally killed" by an arrow shot by the saint.
Noble men and women saw it with their own eyes.
The saint slaughtered people wantonly and took Zheng Shaoqing's life.
That day, I saw that the sage of our dynasty was not a foolish ruler, but a wise and enlightened ruler whose name will go down in history.
When Yuan Xiao told me the news of Zheng Shaoqing's death, I don't know if the saint's "beauty" smiled, but I was so happy that I laughed non-stop in Xingningfang.
The late emperor broke the jade disk open and gave half to Henu and the other half to me.
He Nu doesn't want to marry Li Yan, and I don't want it even more.
The imperial edict is blackmailing our lives. What can Henu do if he doesn't want to, and what can I do if I don't want to? We can only accept it reluctantly, carrying the person that both sides hate on our backs and hanging on our hearts forever.
Zheng Shaoqing, you died well.
He is neither a saint nor has he issued an imperial decree, yet he pursues me relentlessly, pesters me, and even wants to take my life. He also wants to control me, manipulate me, and play with me, delusionally trying to be my master.
Zheng Zihuan, he deserves to die, he deserves to be put to death a thousand times.
Even if his surname wasn't Zheng, I would still hate him to the core.
He is dead, and I feel so happy, so very happy.
The person who came from the Yan family said that the mistress was also happy. Zheng Zihuan was the mistress's favorite nephew. She was not only happy, but she was almost dying of pain.
I vowed never to visit the Yan family again, and only sent Ah Xiang to take a look. Unfortunately, the mistress of the Yan family was strong-willed and healthy. She cried bitterly and was unable to leave with Zheng Zihuan.
Zheng Zihuan died and the mistress of the Yan family was bedridden. Perhaps it was double happiness, and my ear disease gradually got better because of the double good news.
The brother of the imperial concubine, a descendant of a noble family, an official appointed by the court, has a promising future. While he is alive, his life may be precious, but after his death, he will turn into ashes, dust to dust, earth to earth, and pearls will turn into mud and sand, no longer useful.
Zheng Zihuan's death caused a huge stir in the Zheng family, but only caused a small ripple in the north.
During the time when Yang Yanji was the most favored concubine in the previous dynasty, many noble children in Chang'an suffered.
Death, if you count carefully, only Zheng Zihuan died.
The grudges from the previous life and the old hatreds did not die without reason.
Zheng Zihuan is dead, so who will speak up for him?
No matter how favored he was during his lifetime, would the Taiji Palace in Chang'an still ask the emperor to issue an edict of repentance for the sake of a dead Shaoqing?
As I savored Zheng Zihuan's death, I laughed happily and fearlessly, completely unaware that my death and my afterlife would end up in the same place as Zheng Zihuan's.
It was the death of Zheng Shaoqing that made Empress Dowager Feng completely disgusted with Yang Yanji.
The power in the world is equal to that of her Dalang Henu.
The emperor's favorite minister could not be killed or beaten, so the Empress Dowager of Xingqing Palace issued an edict to drive Yang Yanji out of Chang'an City.
The emperor would not allow it, and the emperor was reluctant to let go of Yang Langjun, as he regarded him as his life.
Just one day after they separated, the sage personally went out of the city to welcome Prime Minister Yang back to Taiji Palace.
Everyone in Chang'an knows it.
That day, Princess Shu was pregnant and I went out to visit her. Fortunately, it was a false alarm.
Prince Heng and his wife were present in Prince Shu's residence.
In Chang'an at that time, the only popular person around the saint was Yang Yanji.
On the streets and alleys, the royal family and relatives only talked about Yang Langjun.
I heard Princess Heng's teasing tone. She said, "I thought that Yang Leren, though somewhat handsome, would have been a rare talent if he were born in Zhongzhou. But this is Chang'an, the capital of the world, a place where true dragons and true phoenixes gather. In my opinion, he is just so-so... His male appearance is not as good as that of the Yan family, his female appearance is not as good as that of the Xiao family, and his overall appearance is not as good as that of the Li family, and even worse than mine. How could he be the one to be fought over by the most beautiful and powerful ladies and gentlemen in the world? Instead of loving Yang Xiang, I think Li Lang and Yan Niang should look at themselves in the mirror. Why are these two slaves in Taiji Palace so at loggerheads, so persistent? Why do they despise each other, but hate each other's beauty and handsomeness, and are jealous of each other, comparing beauty and angering each other, so that neither will give in?"
Princess Heng is from Luoyang and only married into Chang'an last year. She is unaware of the long-standing grudge between the Saint and me, so she has many questions.
"Don't talk about Yang Lang under the feet of the emperor!" King Heng said angrily.
"What the saints see is the best. Is that your opinion?"
"If the female marquis likes it, it is the best. Is that all you need to ask?"
Prince Heng asked twice in a row, then continued, "You two have always been like this, always been like this, and will never allow anyone else to comment on it. Father and Mother can't say anything, so how can you say anything? They are both born beautiful. They look in the mirror every day and see their perfect appearance. It's commonplace. They don't give much consideration to the theory of color. If they were so attracted to each other, they would have given birth to a pair at this age. How can you say anything?"
Prince Heng did not allow the princess to speak too much, for fear that she would say something wrong and lose her life.
The princess was never afraid and never stopped talking.
"The saint is too domineering. The marquis only likes this one, but he snatched her away with just one word..." said Princess Heng.
"What does this matter? The whole world is ruled by saints. Who dares not to obey? Who dares not to listen? Who dares not to please? Not to mention that you are Wu Niang's unmarried husband, even if a saint takes a fancy to you one day, I will have to dress up and serve as a groom, driving the carriage to take the queen into Taiji Palace." King Heng was talking nonsense.
"That's not bad. When I gain the favor of His Majesty, I will ask the Saint to appoint you as Prime Minister Li, second only to the Emperor. How about that?" Princess Heng said casually.
The king is not bound by conventional etiquette, and the princess, who is favored, does not forget her "predecessors".
Prince Heng and Princess Heng divided the saint between them in front of me, divided the former dynasty and the harem, and divided the world into two.
"West Capital, everything is good, except that you can't say anything, you're not allowed to say anything. You can't tell the truth, but you have to tell lies. A sentence is openly praising a flower, but in fact it's talking about a person, calling a horse a zebra, and confusing everything. What motherly love and filial piety, what brotherly friendship and respect, what brother-sister harmony, what monarch-minister interdependence, what husband-wife love, true and false, false and true. As time goes by, the lies in your mouth become the truth, and the truth in your heart becomes a lie. Everyone deceives themselves. It's not as open as East Capital."
Princess Heng was fanning herself with a door fan and speaking from the heart.
She missed her hometown Luoyang.
"Under the rule of a sage, if you want to save your life, you must not speak, you must not say, you must not bear to say, you are not allowed to say, you are not allowed to say. You are full of nonsense, how can you survive in the future? Don't speak when you don't know, and don't speak when you know, only then can you save your life. Your ancestor, the emperor, was a sincere man. He spoke the truth, lies, his heart, and his mind. He felt relieved when he spoke out, but in the end, he only lost the throne and the ancestral heritage, which is not a big deal. When the day comes that you have finished speaking your heart out, let others hear it, and have someone report it to the palace, and you have offended the sage and offended Prime Minister Yang, and lost your life without knowing why. Then I can marry a new princess with full justification."
Every word spoken by the royal family of this dynasty severely hurt the royal family of the previous dynasty.
Prince Heng said this with a smile, but Princess Heng could no longer laugh or speak.
Madam Yuwen lost her door fan and was fighting with Li Jiabalang at Prince Shu's house, right in front of me.
Among the people in the imperial court, the sons and daughters of the Li family usually have the upper hand. This is the first time I have seen a princess beat the king.
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