Chapter 484 Prophecy
After the anniversary of Concubine Xue's death, Zhu Huaizhen went to listen to operas as usual.
She was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by lacquered 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, her 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.
This "Peach Blossom Fan" is a perfect match with Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
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, the fate of Danfeng has been spread out. Is there no follow-up?" Tu Mi asked anxiously.
Although she knew that she should trust her prince, her prince was too lazy, almost lazy to the point of being an idiot.
"Tu Mi, wait until I wake up." Zhu Huaizhen shook his head and laughed.
So Zhu Huaizhen listened to another act of "The Injustice of Dou E".
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.
After waking up from a nap, Zhu Huaizhen went downstairs.
"Everyone, I dreamed of my mother again. She told me three things." Zhu Huaizhen said with tears in his eyes.
When it comes to crying, Zhu Huaizhen is not bad either, she cries like a pear blossom in the rain.
It’s just that Zhu Huaizhen is too lazy and doesn’t want to cry so hard.
"The first thing is, my mother said that there is a ruin outside the city. It was the small building where Empress Roujia rested when she brought her husband and children to the capital for a trip. There was a fire and an assassination attempt, but fortunately no one was hurt. Empress Roujia was furious and asked the Ministry of Justice, the Dali Temple, and the Censorate to thoroughly investigate the matter. No innocent people should be wronged, and no mastermind behind the scenes should be let off." Zhu Huaizhen told the story.
"What then, Princess Ronghua?" a guest asked.
"There's nothing else." Zhu Huaizhen sighed helplessly.
"Princess Ronghua, are you going to gather everyone's wisdom to solve the problem?" another guest continued to ask.
"That's about right." Zhu Huaizhen said softly.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became restless.
In Beijing, once winter arrives, it is not suitable for farming or business.
These guests figured that since they were free anyway and had to spend money, they might as well explore the ruins of their dreams. Princess Ronghua's wealth and splendor must have been a gift from heaven.
So, the idle guests ran to take a look at the ruins.
There were also some relatively honest farmers who passed by with hoes on their shoulders.
When they dug out the gold sand with their hoes, they found it.
Tsk tsk, this digging attracted more hoes.
There isn't much gold sand, but it's a good omen.
If you and I help each other, we will definitely become rich and powerful next year.
At this time, rumors spread that what Princess Ronghua had was not a dream, but a prophecy.
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