Chapter 342: Grievances
It was a cold night in the dead of winter, with lightning, thunder and heavy rain.
This is rare and not a good sign.
Tu Mi walked hurriedly and knocked on the door hard.
"Tu Mi, go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow." Zhu Huaizhen rubbed his forehead and yawned.
In fact, she knew what Tu Mi was going to say.
However, Tu Mi was too impatient.
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly. Zhu Huaizhen stretched, but Tu Mi was nowhere to be seen.
Oh, it really keeps me in suspense.
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.
It’s better to listen to "Peach Blossom Fan". "Peony Pavilion" contains too much love.
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.
"Your Highness, Southern Yan was defeated. The 300,000-strong army was completely routed. It is said that the commander-in-chief was a deserter and was captured. He must have fallen into the hands of the Embroidered Uniform Guard." Tu Mi whispered.
This is what Tu Mi wanted to tell you last night.
Southern Yan's defeat was so devastating that it was actually disadvantageous to Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen.
After all, Princess Rongyang Zhu Huaishu is Zhu Huaizhen's sister.
Emperor Xuan of Yan was capable of taking out his anger on his younger sister since he couldn't beat his elder sister.
"It's terrible for that guy in charge." Zhu Huaizhen sighed helplessly.
Presumably, that mediocre commander thought that an army of 300,000 was enough to crush Jiangcheng and then carry out a massacre to shock Nanchu.
Now, the commander-in-chief will probably have to be executed along with his entire family in order to quell the people's resentment in Southern Yan.
"Your Highness, don't you worry about yourself?" Tu Mi said angrily.
"Well, Tu Mi, I want to eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.
After hearing this, Tu Mi was speechless, but still did as he was told.
Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.
"Your Highness, do you need me to send a box of jewelry to Concubine Wu Huifei?" Tu Mi asked quietly.
Haha, no matter how much jewelry you give me this time, it will be useless unless you offer me the treasure of the Great Zhou.
Zhu Huaizhen was just about to say a few words to comfort Tu Mi when he didn't expect the eunuch of Emperor Xuan of Yan to come and visit him.
"Princess Ronghua, Princess Rongyang killed 300,000 soldiers of Southern Yan. No matter what, you have to go to the imperial prison. But don't worry, the one who will interrogate you in the imperial prison is Lou Li, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Your old lover will definitely show mercy." The old eunuch's voice was cunning and neither humble nor arrogant.
In fact, the old eunuch didn't know whether to please Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen, so he could only be impartial.
"Can you listen to opera after entering the imperial prison?" Zhu Huaizhen pointed at the actor.
It’s not that Zhu Huaizhen wants to listen to the opera, but that Zhu Huaizhen wants to protect this group of unarmed Nanchu actors.
Otherwise, as soon as Zhu Huaizhen left, these Nanchu actors would be used to vent anger.
"Okay." The old eunuch nodded slightly.
The old eunuch had to admire Emperor Xuan of Yan for his cleverness. Even though Princess Ronghua was imprisoned, she did not forget to listen to operas. It was obvious that she was a beautiful but foolish girl.
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