Chapter 301 Uprising
As Zhu Huaizhen expected, the rebellious army resounded throughout the land of Southern Chu.
Alas, those young women refuse to sing romantic operas.
They said they needed encouragement.
Zhu Huaizhen had to work very hard to get "Peach Blossom Fan" and "The Injustice of Dou E".
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.
The country and family in "Peach Blossom Fan" are gone, which is very sad.
As the young woman sang, tears welled up in her eyes.
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.
Not to mention "The Injustice of Dou E". Before Emperor Ming of Chu, Zhao De, came to power, there were already many unjust cases in Southern Chu.
"There is an uprising army in Xiangcheng, raising the banner of killing the dogs of Northern Zhou." Tumi whispered.
"Well, they tried to sow discord." Zhu Huaizhen held his rosy cheek, thinking.
See, the Southern Chu emperor, convinced only of the Northern Zhou's myth of invincibility, groveled in submission. The Xiangcheng rebels, however, were different. They took up sickles and hoes, singling out the Northern Zhou. So, how could the Northern Jin and Southern Yan, remaining unharmed, not arouse suspicion from the Northern Zhou? Were the Northern Jin and Southern Yan secretly allied? Or perhaps one group within the Northern Jin or Southern Yan was secretly funding the Xiangcheng rebels?
"Tu Mi, there is a difficult matter. Can you do it in secret?" Zhu Huaizhen thought for a moment and frowned.
After he finished speaking, Tu Mi immediately put her ear to Zhu Huaizhen's lips and listened for a long time.
"Your Highness, will the situation be as you expected?" Tu Mi asked casually.
It wasn't that she doubted her prince's plan; she was afraid he might fail and cause unnecessary trouble. Originally, she could just let things take their course and wait for a while.
However, her prince kept coughing.
The feng shui of Nanchu is really not good.
"That depends on God's will." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
So, Tu Mi went on a long journey and announced to the public that she was sick and had been infected by Zhu Huaizhen.
Zhu Huaizhen was still lying on the 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, and moving it back and forth, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
Ah, seeing the child lying in a pool of blood. One was crying and wailing, the other was complaining and anxious, and even I was shaking. Such cruelty and cruelty are simply injustice! Ah, thinking about the child from the bed, it has been ten days since today, how could he linger under the knife? All the hard work is in vain, and what's the point of talking about preparing for old age?
Alas, Zhu Huai really didn’t want to listen to “The Orphan of Zhao”, but they insisted on singing it, there was nothing he could do.
"Zhenzhen, did you do this?" Chen Mingan suddenly rushed in.
"What did you do?" Zhu Huaizhen looked confused, his grape eyes were particularly pure.
"Zhenzhen, I didn't do it..." Chen Mingan murmured to himself, his voice softening.
Then, Chen Mingan turned around and left inexplicably.
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