Chapter 530: Intercession
"Your Highness, do you want to watch the execution?" Tu Mi asked.
"It depends on the weather." Zhu Huaizhen rubbed his forehead and sighed.
If it was a sunny day, Zhu Huaizhen would not go because he would get sunburned.
If it is a rainy day, I would still go and take a look, for fear that Zhao Lian'er is dead.
Zhao Lian'er should have died a long time ago. The reason she stayed alive until now is that Zhu Huaizhen was too busy.
If Tumi heard Zhu Huaizhen's thoughts, she would just chuckle.
Her prince is not busy, he is just busy listening to opera.
Sometimes it’s “Peach Blossom Fan”, and I listen to it all day long.
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.
Sometimes it's "The Injustice of Dou E", which makes me sigh with emotion.
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.
Sometimes it’s “Autumn in the Han Palace” that makes me sleepy.
Ah! I feel a sense of sadness towards this desolate wilderness. The grass has already turned yellow, and rabbits are already bracing for frost. Dogs have lost their fur, men are sharpening their tasseled spears, horses are laden with luggage, carts are carrying provisions, and hunting grounds are being set up. He, he, he, sadly bid farewell to the Han lord; I, I, I, hand in hand, go up Heliang. His followers enter the wilderness; I return to Xianyang in the imperial carriage. Returning to Xianyang, passing the palace walls; passing the palace walls, circling the corridors; circling the corridors, near the imperial chambers; near the imperial chambers, the moon is dim; the moon is dim, the night is cool; the night is cool, and I cry in the stinging cold; I cry in the stinging cold, by the green gauze window; the green gauze window, I do not think!
Just as Tu Mi expected, Zhu Huaizhen was listening to opera before Zhao Lian'er was burned to death.
I just have a poor appetite and can’t even eat Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
"Your Highness, you are not sympathizing with Zhao Lian'er, are you?" Tu Mi joked.
"Tu Mi, is there something wrong with my brain?" Zhu Huaizhen curled his lips and rolled his eyes.
"Your Highness, why can't you eat?" Qiu Niang was also confused.
"I'm just afraid that someone will plead for Zhao Lian'er, and I don't know how to refuse. It's very troublesome and very upsetting." Zhu Huaizhen rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly.
Just as he finished speaking, the Taoyao Army came to report that a distinguished guest was coming from Northern Jin.
Damn, it came so quickly.
Zhu Huaizhen felt like he was going to have a headache.
Sure enough, just as she was about to wave her hand, she smelled a faint scent of gentleman.
The main ingredients of gentleman incense are agarwood, jasmine flowers, and fresh cypress leaves. The production process is relatively simple. First, the agarwood is ground into extremely small particles. Next, dried jasmine flowers and fresh cypress leaves are stacked into a round cake, with the cypress leaves on top and the jasmine flowers on the bottom. The cake is then tightly pressed together. The agarwood particles are then pressed into the jasmine flowers, creating a thin, portable incense cake.
Hey, this is the real owner of Junzixiang, Chen Mingan.
Zhu Huaizhen suddenly thought that since Chen Mingan was here, Lou Li would follow.
Thinking of this, Zhu Huaizhen became even more worried.
She was about to deal with Queen Du when Chen Ming'an and Lou Li came to cause trouble.
"Zhenzhen, I'm sorry. I am indeed here to plead for Lian'er." Chen Ming'an bowed deeply, his eyes warm.
He hadn't seen Zhu Huaizhen for a long time and missed him even more.
Therefore, he came from afar, one to meet, and the other to beg for mercy.
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