surnamed Wang

Chapter 255

Baoyue Tower is located on the bank of the Fushui River in Wadan, the capital of Beitu. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairyland on earth.

It's just that the willow trees are still bare at this time of year, but it's also great to listen to music and enjoy the scenery.

The fourth floor of Baoyue Tower belongs to Lianxin Huakui alone. At this time, the sound of the qin can be heard from the fourth floor, which can almost circle the beam for three days.

After the song ended, it took a long time for the young man wearing a mink hat to come back to his senses, and couldn't help but praise:

"Every time Mr. Sitong drums the seven strings, he has an aura that is not inferior to Qianjun's strings."

The blind luthier smiled politely, and the woman beside her, whose appearance could overwhelm a country, said:

"The prince only wanted to give Mr. Sitong a good piano, but he didn't think about giving my slave something?"

The woman has a beautiful appearance, with a pair of rare red phoenix eyes, a white top and a green skirt with a pink and flawless face, and her gestures are full of dusty temperament, even people who come to Baoyue Tower for the first time can guess it immediately Her identity - Lian Xin.

Facing this woman who disturbed the minds of half of the literary scholars in Wadan, the little prince Battelle laughed dumbly and said:
"Didn't you just give Miss Lian Xin a pair of lotus root silk shoes, and you forgot so soon?"

"You also said that it was a few days ago." The woman smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes shifted.

Seeing this, Battelle smiled and said: "Miss Lianxin really has a beautiful heart, nothing can escape your eyes, come here!"

Following the order of the powerful man in North Turkistan, a servant immediately brought a wooden box. The man smiled at the woman, opened the wooden box, and showed it in front of the woman. Inside the box was a lotus flower.

The woman couldn't help showing surprise, knowing that even for the royal family, it is not easy to find a beautiful lotus in this season.

Just when the woman was in a daze, the man opposite had already taken out a small lotus flower from the box and gently inserted it on the woman's head.

Maybe because the woman's name is Lianxin, she loves lotus flowers, or because she lives in the land of fireworks, she yearns for this place of getting out of the mud without being stained.

……

Battelle looked left and right, unspeakably satisfied, couldn't help admiring:
"The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is opened to both sides of the face.

Miss Lianxin, she deserves the four characters of "overwhelming the country and the city". "

The woman who was supposed to be happy when she got the lotus suddenly became sad at this moment. She touched the lotus inserted in her bun, and Danfeng lowered her eyes and said:

"Although the lotus is good, once it is picked, it will wither soon."

The man immediately said seriously when he heard the words; "No, Miss Lianxin will always be the most beautiful in Xiao Wang's heart."

After finishing speaking, he took advantage of the opportunity to pull up the woman's hands, eyes full of indescribable tenderness.

The blind luthier, who already knew no evil, shook his head and pointed to the sound of the piano.

……

After Battelle said a lot of heart-warming words, he finally made the oiran happy. Seeing that it was getting dark, although he was very reluctant to give up, but the palace's strict prohibition, even the prince dared not touch him lightly. So I had to reluctantly leave.

After he walked away, the blind luthier named Si Tong said with a smile on his lips:

"This little prince is very good at pleasing girls."

The woman who was still looking sad about her life has regained her composure at this moment, and said lightly:
"He really doesn't annoy me like those vulgar people."

The blind luthier continued with a refined smile that has remained unchanged for thousands of years:
"This little prince knows that praising me is more useful than praising you, and he also knows that giving me a gift can win your heart more than giving you a gift.

In terms of grasping people's minds, he deserves the title of this prince. "

"So what, isn't he a dead man? Do I still need to encourage him to intercept and kill Sariyang?"

The woman seemed unwilling to spend more time on Battelle's topic, and asked with a frown.

The man shook his head, "No need, Shaliyang has joined the Dynasty Army and is under the command of General Wuying."

The woman wondered: "I have always been puzzled by one thing. Why does the sir keep staring at a small guard?"

The man "looked" out of the window and said softly:

"Mr. said that Sha Liyang is a handsome talent. I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know this, so he spares no effort to win him over.

It's just that Wang Dynasty also has a master with knowledge and skill, who intercepted him first. This time, it was the master who made a mistake. "

"Then what should I do next?"

"Go straight to the last step."

After the man finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and lightly stroked the left side of the Qin body with his fingers. There were two ancient seal characters on it, which may not be recognized by outsiders, but the blind man who has dealt with the Qin all his life knows that it is "Huang Hu". ".

"The flight of the yellow swan can make thousands of miles in one fell swoop."

The man muttered softly.

The woman knew what he was going to do, she didn't reply, she just looked out of the window, and when she looked back, she was the only one left in the room.

……

In Wan'an Palace, Prince Battelle, who had just returned to the palace, was walking quickly on a remote path. This place is extremely remote in the palace, and there are very few people who are qualified to set foot here, which also caused many people to grow up on the path. Weeds, now that late autumn has entered, the weeds are withered and yellow, and the breeze blows, rustling.

Battelle was particularly afraid of coming here when he was a child. First, it was sparsely populated, and it seemed haunted in the middle of the night. Second, there lived a person who even he was afraid of.

At the end of the path, Battelle tidied up his clothes and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in."

A woman's voice came from inside the house.

Battelle pushed the door open, and after entering, he still didn't forget to turn around and close the door, then went straight to the female chess player, put her hands on her forehead, and knelt down on the ground.

"Nephew sees aunt."

The No. [-] female national player in North Turkistan who is known as "Mr. Yishi" in front of her is Battelle's aunt, the younger sister of Great Khan Agudam, the eldest princess Dayan Dolan.

Battelle's attitude was extremely respectful, and he almost prostrated himself on the ground.

He has a haughty personality, and he was never afraid of his father, the Great Khan, nor Yao Qingyi, who was both the head of counselors and his teacher.But for this aunt, she was extremely in awe and did not dare to disobey her at all.

The room fell into silence for a while, only the sound of the chessboard falling could be heard. After a long time, the woman behind the table spoke leisurely:
"You can start."

"Yes."

Battelle answered quickly, but then he hesitated, as if hesitating to speak.

"How can the love between children and daughters become a big deal?"

The little-known woman of noble status looked down at the chess game from beginning to end, but expressed her nephew's thoughts as soon as she opened her mouth.

"My aunt taught me that."

The prince who was extremely domineering outside still bowed his head respectfully.

The woman looked up at the other party for the first time, and said again:

"Forget it, let Yao Qingyi go to Baoyue Tower. You are in charge of the luthier."

"Thank you, aunt!"

After bowing respectfully, Battelle withdrew quietly.

……

It was night, and a black shadow was walking on the ridge of Wadan Great House.

Its movements were extremely light, jumping up and down without making a single sound, and even the patrolling soldiers not far away did not notice anything abnormal.

After bypassing layers of defenses, the black shadow finally stopped at the base of the palace wall. After observing from left to right to make sure that there was no one around, he climbed up the palace wall and climbed over the towering city wall in a few breaths.

But as soon as his front foot hit the ground, the surroundings immediately burst into flames, and countless guards surrounded him from all directions, obviously well prepared.

The man in black knew he had fallen into a trap, but he didn't panic. Instead, he "looked" ahead calmly.

A young man walked out of the crowd at this time, clapped his hands and said: "Xiao Wang only knows that Mr. Sitong is a master at playing the piano, but he can't imagine that he is also so good at it."

Hearing the words, the man in black narrowed his eyes. The world only knew that he was blind, but they didn't know that his eyes were more useful than ordinary people at night.

"Little prince, good city, it's Yan who underestimated you." The luthier named Si Tong said in a deep voice.

"Xiao Wang is not talented. In terms of the city, how can he compare with Mr. Yan Li who is the number one assassin?" Battelle directly pointed out the identity of the other party.

The blind luthier formerly known as Yan Li closed his eyes and said with a smile:

"Since the prince knows who I am, do you think these people can deal with me?"

"Whether you can deal with it or not, you will know after trying."

Battelle's eyes were cold, and he made a gesture. Seeing this, the surrounding guards immediately surrounded him.

The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, Battelle did not dare to be too big on this assassin who was well-known both in Donghan and Jianghu.

The surrounding fire was brightly lit, and the blind luthier still had his eyes closed, but there was a strangely shaped dagger in his hand, obviously ready to fight.

……

A quarter of an hour later, corpses were strewn all over the south wall of Wan'an Palace. Assassin Yan Li was covered in blood, but none of it was his own.

The torch had been extinguished, and the blind assassin opened his eyes again, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"If the prince uses such means, not only will he not be able to keep Yan, he may even be unable to keep your life, prince."

After Yan Li finished speaking, he leapt up and stabbed out with the dagger in his hand, aiming at the opponent's throat.

There was a trace of panic in Battelle's increasingly cold eyes, he took a step back, and said in a deep voice:
"Where is Qingwei?"

As soon as he finished speaking, ten swordsmen in green clothes appeared around him, one of them stood in front of him, and swung his sword away from the dagger that was stabbing him.

Looking at the group of dead men in blue shirts wielding swords in front of him, Battelle couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.

Qingwei is an intelligence department led by Yao Qingyi and modeled on the Twelve Dark Guards of the Dynasty. Although it has only been established for a few years, it has made a lot of contributions. For example, the real identity of the blind assassin in front of him is Qingwei. Probe out.

Facing the ten Qingwei with swords in their hands, although Yan Li's face was rarely solemn, he still said:
"The sword fairy is not coming out, the prince's head, Yan, is about to be decided."

……

At the same time, on the fourth floor of Baoyue Tower, a beautiful woman was sitting in the darkness, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and worry flashed in her eyes from time to time.

At this moment, there was the sound of orderly footsteps on the street outside the house, and then, a group of people surrounded Baoyue Tower.

A refined man in Tsing Yi led two followers, walked slowly up to the fourth floor, finally stopped outside the room where the woman was, and gently opened the door, the fire instantly illuminated the elegantly dressed room.

The refined man spoke calmly:
"Miss Lianxin may not be able to wait for the person you are waiting for."

The woman turned her head, looked at the person with a cold face, and did not reply.

The man is a master who can't keep his mouth shut. Looking at the woman under the firelight, he continued:
"Miss Lianxin's appearance is indeed unparalleled in the world, and that kid Battelle does have some vision." Speaking of this, the man shook his head again, "It's a pity."

……

The battle in Wan'an Palace was coming to an end, Yan Li had targeted Battelle several times, making this prince who was not suitable for the city and his age feel like a light on his back.

The most recent time, the opponent's dagger was less than two fingers away from his throat.If Qingwei hadn't tried his best to protect him, he might have died in the hands of the number one assassin in Eastern Han Dynasty.

Yan Li's shots failed many times, but he also eliminated several Qingwei. The two sides were evenly matched. If it wasn't for protecting the prince, the Qingwei would not have been injured so badly. However, Yan Li himself was not much better. I can't lift it up now.

Taking advantage of the break, Battelle squinted at the opponent. Yan Li's skills really exceeded his expectations, especially the dagger in the opponent's hand. It should be the most famous non-fish on the weapon list. In the battle just now, The other party said, "Zi is not a fish, An Zhiyu is happy."

And after he said this, three people died in Qingwei.

"Mr. Si Tong has such strength, why don't you serve me Beitu, Xiao Wang assures you, as long as you nod your head, you will get riches and honors at your fingertips.

And Miss Lianxin, Xiao Wang can also let go of the past. "

Assassin Yan Li smiled when he heard this, and said:

"Yan doesn't like to owe favors. His name is Huanghu. I put it in Baoyue Tower and didn't take it away. Liumuqin is suitable for me."

After Yan Li finished speaking, without warning, he jumped over the wall and fled quickly.

On the main road outside the Baoyue Tower, armored soldiers sealed off layer by layer. A man and a woman were walking in the middle of the team. They were walking towards the imperial palace at the moment. The man was dressed in green clothes, and the woman was holding a dilapidated Liuqin in her arms.

At this moment, screams suddenly came from all around, and a black figure with a dagger in his hand passed through layers of armored soldiers, as if passing through the land of no one.

After touching the oddly shaped dagger, the thick iron armor was stabbed through like tofu.

The black shadow walked quickly, not hesitating to trade injuries for kills, and soon came to the center of the team.

"Come with me!"

The Donghan man grabbed the Donghan woman whose original name was Xiahou Lianxin.

……

Three days later.

The little monk Huiming, who had been away for more than a month, finally appeared in front of the Bizhen Temple in Xichi Capital. At this time, the capital was in danger due to the war. No matter the dignitaries or the common people, they all fled this place of right and wrong ahead of time.

The door of Bizhen Temple opened wide, not because the monks inside had fled, but to welcome the reincarnated Living Buddha who came from afar.

Wearing a brocade cassock and holding a pure white rosary, the young monk stepped step by step into this temple, which is regarded as a holy place by monks in Xichi.

Both sides of the main road were full of monks, all bowing their heads and eyes, chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

The little monk turned his head to look to the east, and murmured:

"It would be great if you could see this scene."

……

Donghan Imperial Palace, on the ninth floor of Zique Pavilion, a white-clothed scholar sat behind a case, and a black shadow knelt opposite him.

The middle-aged white-clothed scholar was silent for a long time, and finally spoke:
"Did Lian Xin not come back alive?"

The black shadow trembled, and said in a low voice:
"That silly girl, in order not to hurt me, bumped into Feiyu all of a sudden."

……

Inside the dynasty, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Xianen, who had struggled for a long time, could no longer hold on, and spit out his last mouthful of blood.

In the flashback, his last words were not left to the prince Wang Qianwen, nor to the queen who had raised the case for nearly 20 years, but to the eighth prince of the dynasty, Wang Quanquan, and then he died.

Under the couch, the court ladies, eunuchs, concubines and ministers fell to their knees, sobbing one after another.

In October of the 39th year of the dynasty, Emperor Xianen, who had been on the throne for just over a year, passed away and was given the posthumous title of Xianzong. Three days later, Prince Wang Qianwen succeeded to the throne with the title of Xiaocun.

In November of the same year, Wang Bingde, the vassal king in Yingtian Mansion, announced the uprising under the banner of the Qing emperor, and led a team of troops to the north. In just seven days, he took down several counties.

At the same time, legends about Zhao Zhiyi gradually began to spread in the world.

A living Buddha in a certain big temple in the Western Regions left the temple and walked eastward all the way, with lotuses growing everywhere he passed.

……

(End of this chapter)