The punishment of the female imperial court

It's that simple?
Looking over, Boyi seemed to be in a deep intoxication for a long time. After thinking about it carefully, he said after a long time: "In a daze, I saw a person I wanted to see but couldn't see, and he took me to see it."

Having said that, Yu Qiansi stopped and frowned, as if she didn't know how to describe it.

"... Common people. Maybe this is what that person said, the best thing in the world."

Boyi didn't understand what the word "common life" meant: "Then are you drinking for that person? Or for that dream?"

"It's all there." Yuqian hugged the wine jar, and drank a few more gulps: "It's a pity, since that time, I haven't seen that illusion again."

Even if you taste all the wine, even if you are drunk.

Obviously the wine was astringent and bitter, not even as good as the cheap wine in the street for five copper coins and a small pot.

She kept thinking, whether it was because she drank other people's wine secretly, or whether she should not have the right to see all that.

But when she woke up the next day, she went to look for it again, and the beggar disappeared.

That person was a stranger. In the beggar's nest around Yu's house, there was also a law of the jungle and territorial disputes. He presumably was driven to other places.

Looking down at the old altar in her hand, the round inch of skylight that had sneaked into the altar seemed to reflect a round of moon in the water, which was reflected in her eyes pulsating back and forth.

"I've always been curious, where did all your wine come from? How come it tastes so strange?" Could it be that he found a fairy place in the capital where the wine is fragrant but the alleys are deep?
Seeing that she finally got to the point, Boyi cleared his throat and said indifferently, "I brewed these myself. It's just ordinary seasonal flower wine. The reason why it tastes unique is because of the use of these perennial spirits. the old altar."

In this way, even the newly brewed wine will not be too weak.This time I came to the capital in a hurry, and only brought a small pot of old wine. In order to let Yu Qiansi investigate the case for me, I gave her a treasure a long time ago.That's why she couldn't use these little tricks to hook the wine bug in her stomach.

If there is a chance to go back, he still has a lot of old wine that he had privately hidden in the early years, which must be no worse than Ling Yunzui.

There will be such a day.

He patted the wine jar, and the wine in the jar was a little more swaying in Yu Qiansi's eyes.

She raised her eyes to look at Boyi, the sway reflected in her eyes was still not calm.

"During the ten years in the Northwest, I have always had a habit. Every time I make good wine, I will find a place with good geomantic omens and bury it. When I return from victory, I will open a small altar and enjoy myself." He pointed to the entrance of Fajin Hall: "I also brought a lot of wine today, and I can bury it here. When you solve a case in the future, we'll dig it up and drink it, okay?"

The two happened to be at a place where they were slightly drunk, and they hit it off right away while enjoying the wine.

Boyi had already distributed some small pots to Wu Yawei's brothers.Without the help of other people, the two of them moved the jars of wine in one after another, and searched for places in Fajin Hall, digging pits of different depths everywhere.

It was not until sunset that the twenty or so jars of wine that Boyi had brought were buried one by one.They even pried open several bluestone slabs in the hall and hid several altars inside.

After all this work was done, the wine in the altar would be empty, and the two sat casually under the steps, enjoying the most pleasant moment of leisure after the hectic mind.

This leisure is so just right that no one can bear to speak first to break the silence.

But no matter how beautiful Du Kang's dream is, he has to face reality, and time is running out.

"you"

"you"

Unexpectedly, the two spoke at the same time.

Yu Qiansi made a gesture of invitation: "You speak first."

Boyi was already worried, recalling what she said before leaving yesterday, he felt a little uneasy: "You should talk first."

She didn't refuse, and said bluntly, "Are you Jiang Jibai?"

His surname is Jiang, which is related to the Cheng family.That could only be Jiang Jibai, the only son of Empress Mingde.

The eldest son of the first emperor who should have died in the fire of the Zhaixing Tower with Empress Mingde ten years ago.

Since the two of them left Yunzhong City, they had a very tacit understanding and never talked about what Bo Yi said that day.Boyi was even in a trance for a moment, did he really say those words, or was it a dream before he died?

Seeing her asking straightforwardly now, he felt much more at ease.

He bent his elbows back, supported the steps behind him, looked up at the sky and sighed: "I don't know who I should be."

It doesn't matter if the river is white or the wind is light. Or Bo Yi.He seems to have many names, but he never knows where he belongs or who he should be.

"But if I can choose, I only want to be 'Xian'an'."

He turned his head and glanced at the woman beside him like a dragonfly on water, but there were layers of ripples in his heart.

Or, just be the "Bo Yi" you know.

The confusion in the words made her startled, and she subconsciously grabbed her palm again.

She, too, didn't know where she belonged, who she was supposed to be.But if she could choose, she only wanted to be Yuqiansi.

He hugged the nearly empty jar from behind into his arms, and played with it casually, his tone lightly, but his mood was as difficult to understand as the rough lines on the old altar.

"Yesterday, I wanted to tell you: I have no intention of going to the government, investigating the events of the year, and I definitely did not intend to be in that position. Do you believe it?"

He held the corner of the altar tightly, and the layer of wine at the bottom of the altar sensed his nervousness, and also gave off a slightly dull echo of the deep pool.

He opened his heart to her, but he didn't know how she would react.

Put another way, anyone who hears such a story will not easily believe what he said.What's more, she is still Qi Guogong's party in the eyes of the world.

But he didn't want to lie to her, he wanted to confess everything.Deep down, he told himself that Yu Qiansi would not be like those people.But after all, I still can't suppress the panic and tension in my heart.

He didn't even dare to look around.

It seemed that after waiting for 100 years, I heard a very shallow voice from around me, but I didn't answer the question.

"You made things difficult for me before, why do you like to sit on such a noisy street and think about things. Because ordinary human fireworks are the most precious. It is something that will not exist in wartime, called 'peace of mind'."

This is also the only thing she has felt that is closest to what she saw in the dream after drinking that day in the past many years.

Boyi mustered up his courage again, and replied: "This peace was bought by all the people who sacrificed their lives back then. Among them, there is the Duke of Qi, the old Wuwei County King, thousands of soldiers, and the Cheng family. They are all heroes. But it is also because of this that Empress Mingde, as the daughter of the Cheng family, should be avenged and deserved respect!"

Yu Qiansi moved slightly in her heart: "If the war back then hadn't been so tragic and the Cheng family was still alive, but the saint who succeeded to the throne was not the son of Empress Mingde, do you think they could still keep the fireworks in this world?"

This is said cryptically, but also straightforwardly.

The eldest son of the first emperor, Jiang Jibai, was not born of Empress Mingde, but a child born to a court lady next to Empress Mingde by chance.His biological mother was weak and difficult to adjust after giving birth, and died not long after.The infant child was entrusted to Empress Mingde, and was raised by the penniless Empress Mingde since she was a child. Except that it was not officially included in her name, everything was no different from the prince who was born.

She has seen too many calculations, and although she disdains them, she has to think deeply.

Now that I know that the Cheng family has Huanyan in their hands, everything makes sense.

Empress Mingde must have found someone to subdue her phantom face to forcefully change into Boyi's appearance, and then sent Boyi out of the capital through the hands of the Marquis of Guang'an, which gave him a chance to be reborn.

From this point of view, it seems like a loving mother's heart.

It is precisely because of this that the tragedy outside Junyuan Temple in Guang'an Hou Mansion ten years ago was caused.

Come to think of it, the relationship between Yu Anning's biological mother, Mrs. Zhang, and the old lady might not be as incompatible as the rumors from the outside world. On the contrary, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are united, so they risked their lives to send Boyi out of Beijing.

As for why the old lady asked her daughter-in-law to give it away without telling her own son
Reminiscent of Guang'an Hou's various inconsistencies in the past, I am afraid that the old lady has already seen through her son's desire to have both sides, plus that ambitious little Zhang.

In this way, it is not easy for Xiao Zhang, a concubine in a deep house, to instruct a group of soldiers and hooligans to go to Junyuan Temple to harm people in the chaos of the year.
However, there was one thing she couldn't figure out.

If Empress Mingde really regarded Boyi as her own son, and would not hesitate to risk death to plan a way out for him, and left him the word "Xian'an", why did she deploy so many people in Beijing, and let him go after ten years? The old lady of Guang'an Hou re-entered the game?

Lin Shen was right, she hated the twists and turns of the court, but that didn't mean she could stay out of it.

Boyi looked into her shallow eyes, amidst the clouds and clouds in the sky, those eyes were very much like the indistinct light of Du Heng's Shennong grass soaked by the rosy clouds.

His heart was finally tainted with a few wisps of melancholy at sunset: "This is what you wanted to tell me yesterday?"

But without waiting for her to answer, he laughed at himself again: "In my whole life, I died because too many people protected me. So I can't sacrifice anyone, especially... you. Now, you know how dangerous it is to help me, if It’s still too late to look back now. After all, you have also taken back the Yuli Pavilion sign.”

He shrugged jokingly, but he was extremely serious in his heart.This is what he wanted to tell her yesterday.

He has made up his mind to clear up his mother's grievances, but he doesn't want her to take risks, and she shouldn't take risks for anyone, even for herself.

This trip is dangerous, and it is inevitable that there will be ups and downs in the imperial court, but he wants to try it himself, and no longer involve others in it.

But he didn't want her to misunderstand that everything he did after he entered the court was due to the scheming and the supreme position, which is why he has today's story.

Yu Qiansi moved slightly in his heart, grabbed the wine jar in his hand, and joked: "I just wanted to tell you yesterday that I promised you that you can design your own receipt. If you have time, you can go to Yuli Restaurant and find some you like. Let the people in the museum carve the pattern and give it to you as soon as possible!"

Boyi was taken aback, as if in disbelief: "I don't want you to be in danger."

"Bo Yi," Yu Qiansi said in a cold voice, "Yuli Hall accepted the case, and only the truth came to light. The moment I promised to investigate thoroughly for you, I believed you without reservation, and I naturally believed you too. Everything that was said."

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