Chapter 272 Three Days
On the third day of the siege, there was good news and bad news.
The good news is that the young man protected the elderly, the weak, women and children and escaped from Jiangcheng.
The bad news is that Zhu Huaizhen caught a cold again. This time he had a high fever and was sleeping in a daze.
Lou Li heard about it and rushed over in a hurry, taking care of her all the time. Especially when Chen Ming'an arrived, he deliberately fed her medicine mouth to mouth, causing Chen Ming'an to leave sadly.
Seeing this, Tu Mi didn't know whether to call Lou Li childish or boring.
However, Zhu Huaizhen had just woken up when Lou Li was about to leave.
In fact, Lou Li and Chen Mingan are both very busy and don’t have much time for love.
However, Zhu Huaizhen forced himself to go to the opera despite his illness.
Zhu Huaizhen was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by black lacquer and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it back and forth, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
Zhu Huaizhen was very quiet this time. He did not drink the rich and colorful tea with sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, and walnut kernels, and the Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea with swan osmanthus, rose and brine. He only drank a bowl of warm mountain spring water.
This mountain spring water was dug out from the top of the mountain by Lou Li when he got up at five in the morning to practice martial arts.
Tu Mi originally wanted to tell Zhu Huaizhen about this deep affection.
Unfortunately, Tu Mi never had a good impression of Lou Li.
The more Lou Li did this, the more guilty he felt.
"Your Highness, what's so interesting about this "Peach Blossom Fan"? I never get tired of listening to it." Qiu Niang was very curious and smiled indifferently.
"Qiu Niang, it's always new to listen to." Zhu Huaizhen forced a smile, his face pale and sickly.
Immediately afterwards, Zhu Huaizhen listened to "The Injustice of Dou E" again.
The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.
Suddenly, an actor knelt on the ground and burst into tears. "I am ill, and I cannot hear what you want to say." Zhu Huaizhen sighed softly.
Zhu Huaizhen rarely mentioned her title as Princess Ronghua, after all, Southern Wu had already perished.
"Your Highness, please save Nanchu. Nanchu has put up such a tenacious resistance. Once it is defeated, it will inevitably suffer crazy revenge. Therefore, Nanchu cannot be destroyed." The actor knocked his head so hard that his skin was torn and blood was dripping.
Tsk tsk, an actor loves his country more than Emperor Ming of Chu.
This is the meaning of listening to something new all the time.
"What are you missing? I'm just a poor guy with a lot of money." Zhu Huaizhen rubbed his forehead, feeling weaker and weaker.
"Your Highness, could you help us purchase weapons, armor, and chariots?" The actor bowed deeply.
"Where to buy it?" Zhu Huaizhen held his rosy cheek and fell into deep thought.
"Northern Jin? Northern Zhou? Southern Yan?" The actor hesitated, very confused.
After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen sighed.
What a rabble they are. They haven't even thought clearly about something as important as war preparedness.
Zhu Huaizhen thought about it, and finally whispered: "Qingming City."
Qingming City is a nickname for the black market.
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