The Ogi flowers outside the bridge were still waiting for the arrival of autumn.
They were swayed left and right by the wind and fell into large pieces.
There are flowers, willows and fish rocks, a touch of sunset and a bird returning home.
There is a mountain, a river, a Zen temple, a forest of yellow leaves, and a monk returning home.
But now most of them are gone.
The flowers have been blown down by the wind and turned into mud.
Willow branches are bent and bowed weakly.
Although it is almost evening, the setting sun is swallowed up by black clouds.
The tired birds have already returned to their nests, nesting together to keep each other warm. .
The mountains and rivers are not so beautiful even though there is a curtain of pouring rain.
Autumn has not yet arrived, and monk Ye Weihuang left early in the morning.
Sure enough, to appreciate the beautiful scenery, you need to have the right time, place and people.
The beautiful young man in red yawned and stood on the ship walking in the river.
The man in black stood beside her holding an oil-paper umbrella, his eyes soft.
"Fuyao, night" "Um" "Then do you need me to help you?"
"No need, don't you have a dinner party to attend tonight?"
She raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly at him.
In the darkness, she was the only one with a touch of beauty, "I plan to give that person a grand party tonight.
Wedding, don’t you still believe me?”
"Of course someone will cancel the dinner, and I will be with you at the wedding."
"Oh, that's necessary.
Where else do you want to go?"
They looked at each other and smiled.
In Cangming Palace "Qian Cui, did Master Tianxiang tell me what happened?"
Cang Ming, the king of Cang Ming, who was wearing a dark dragon robe, asked worriedly.
The clouds are thousands of miles away and the dragon is rolling.
Is this a test from God to Cangming?
Just don’t make any trouble.
Although Cangming Qiancui has not been named the prince yet, because his appearance and temperament are the most similar to Cangming Jiu when he was young, coupled with his relationship with Feng Qichen, he sat on the throne of the prince.
That's just a matter of time.
After paying homage to the state, Cangming Qiancui's face was calm and his body was upright.
Even when facing the strange phenomena outside, he was not at all confused.
He had just returned from the state preceptor and told the truth truthfully, "Father, the state.
The Master asked his son to tell his father that he would not turn a blind eye or hear the news as a best policy, and move the residents of the due south away from their homeland."
Cang Ming kept his beard on for a long time and nodded slyly, "Well, just do as the Imperial Master says.
You will be fully responsible for this matter."
"My son, I obey."
Cang Mingjiu waved his hand, signaling him to get up.
"Also, remember to send someone to His Highness Ninth Prince to inform him that tonight's dinner will be cancelled."
He paused, "and then tell him not to go south tonight."
Cangming Green's eyebrows slanted into her temples, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in her dark eyes, "Yes, I understand."
Cangming Qiancui didn't ask much about Cangming Jiu's unusual concern for Ji Ciyan.
As for the reason, anyone who is older would not know.
After leaving the palace where Cangming had been reviewing the memorials for a long time, Cangming Qiancui stood under the long street and looked at the sky.
She speculated on the last words of the imperial master just now, "Cholera in the south, the Suzaku divine sign."
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It seems that tonight's He couldn't miss this good show.
A beauty in a cherry red palace dress strolled over from a distance, and the rain slowly became smaller.
"Fu Ji pays homage to His Highness Qian Cui."
She has an oval face, rouge-like lips, and a hint of indifference and enchantment between her eyebrows, although it is a bit artificial.
But it was this pretentious demeanor that made Cangming Qiancui look familiar.
He glanced at her with sharp and captivating eyes again.
As he looked at her, he thought, if she were dressed in red, her hair would be spread out, and her eyebrows would be longer. , the mouth is pretty, the red dot, the bridge of the nose, at the high point, don't want the frightened eyes, what you want is the light of wisdom overflowing as the eyes move.
It would be nice if she could be more elegant in her movements.
It's a pity, it's a pity that she has such a good appearance.
Mr.
Cangming, are you sure she is still a beauty after you have done so many knives on her head and she is about to undergo plastic surgery?
"Well, get up."
Even Cangming Qiancui's voice had a hint of gloominess.
Fu Ji felt a cold sweat break out on her back, and she thought with annoyance that the woman who was supposed to be his son was not the woman who wanted to tease me.
What if she succumbed to his lustful power and was discovered.
What should she do?
Also, the way he looked at her was like a wolf, which scared the little rabbit in her heart.
But her expectation didn't happen at all, because when she looked up, she only saw the tall back of Qian Cui
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