Chapter 51 The rain breaks and the wind rises

Shuntian, Kyoto.

The Ming Dynasty has been built for more than a hundred years, and many years of wind and frost are depicted on the red walls of the high-rise buildings in the imperial capital.

A light rain fell yesterday, and many low puddles appeared on the neat bluestone tiles in the morning light.

A tall horse stepped through the puddle, and the splashed mud and water stains fell on the inn steps next to it, just as the young man was lit with ink on his white robe that opened the door.

The young man watched the horse gallop towards the towers on the west side of the capital, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, reached out to stop a servant beside him who was about to draw his sword, and said: Forget it, I'm going to a place.

The west of Shuntian Prefecture, facing the north forty-six alleys, and there are four palaces on the left, front and back. Among them, the most secluded is the mansion of Shaobao Yu Qian, which is surrounded by rockery and forests. It uses lychee-faced rocks collected from Shandong, piled into small hills and planted with bamboo, which means that a gentleman would rather break than bend.

But cleverly, it was not Yu Qian who liked this green bamboo sea, but his wife Dong Yuru.

Shaobao Mansion has a vast territory, with four pavilions and four halls in the east, west, south, north and north, each with four pavilions and four pavilions. It is just to let Dong Yuru hold the railing with his hands and watch the bamboo sea, and appreciate the new bamboo shoots popping up after the rain, and the breeze of the empty mountains.

Here it was the morning light falling through the smoke and clouds, and the thin light and hazy rain spread out into the bamboo forest on the west side.

Dong Yuru was wearing a thorn hairpin and cloth skirt. At her age of 43, she not only had no trace of aging, but added a hint of lazy temperament. Her clothes were simple and simple, with three thousand black hairs wrapped around her beautiful neck, with graceful temperament. Two slender willow-leaved eyebrows extended back along the eyebrow bones until they faded away.

It is beautiful and fragrant, but in terms of charm, it is not even a bit.

She is like this quiet sea of ​​bamboo, swinging in the wind, with the dust of light, not fighting for anything, not asking for anything, just seeking peace of mind.

But today, Dong Yuru's heart was uneasy, as if rain was blowing against the wind and the pearls fell on the plate, and the echoes were filled with scattered sounds.

Madam, midsummer has just arrived and the sky is not shining.The maid whispered warmly behind her and handed over a thin shirt.

Dong Yuru held the hundred-foot railing, put on a thin coat, and sighed: Go down.

yes…

When the maid left, Dong Yuru just pulled a strand of scattered hair to her ears. There was also a letter from Handan in her hand, which recorded the war ahead, but there were only a few words of longing and concern for her.

The last chapter of the letter is Yu Qian's signature, and the other is the branding of a woman's sexy red lips.

Dong Yuru smiled, and before she could say anything, a soft knock sounded from the door behind the pavilion.

Twist twist.

Who is it?Dong Yuru asked, his voice was very light, as if the bamboo leaves on the side were swaying and rolling raindrops.

Disturbing the wife, student Wu Feng.What came was the voice of a young man, and his voice was low, just like the breeze blowing on his face.

Come in.Dong Yuru said.

There was no answer, and the figure in the morning light was promoted to be slender, with a handsome and bright face. This young man from Suzhou, Jiangnan, is now a sword-wearing robe, but now he is wearing a plain white sword robe.

Well, this outfit looks like it, but where is your sword and sword?Dong Yuru's head slightly tilted, her slender neck was as melodious and slender as a swan, and her skin was whiter than porcelain.

A sword is a thing against the enemy, and a wife is not an enemy. If she is brought with her, it will be disrespectful to the students.

Wu Feng smiled shyly, and under Dong Yuru's somewhat surprised gaze, he raised a mahogany bird cage from behind, with a bird with a gray feathered green roof inside.

Cuckoo.Dong Yuru said affirmatively.

yes.Wu Feng nodded and added: To be more precise, it should be the Crucianjuan.When the students saw the hunting, they were happy and heard that these birds liked to sing, and their voices were pleasant and pleasant, so they sent them to relieve their boredom to your wife.

Dong Yuru nodded slightly and took the bird cage handed over by Wu Feng. Their fingertips touched slightly. Wu Feng's heart trembled slightly, feeling that Dong Yuru's body temperature was very cool.

Since you know that this is called a cuckoo, do you know that this bird is extremely violent and difficult to train. The more fierce and fierce the chirping, the more it is, the farther away from death.

As soon as Dong Yuru finished speaking, the crow cuckoo in the cage sang loudly.

Wu Feng was immediately embarrassed and bent down with his fists and bowed. As long as his wife liked it, the students would collect the entire Kyoto Tou City and would also give one a day.

like.

Dong Yuru said that the tips of the crystal-clearing jade fingers entered the cage and teased the birds.

I don't know how long this green cuckoo was locked up, and it was already silent except for the few hooves that had just been heard.

Have you heard a sentence?Dong Yuru asked.

What?Wu Feng asked in surprise.

The cuckoo cries blood.

Students save it.It refers to the bird's crying day and night and bleeding.

wrong.

Dong Yuru shook her head, and her index finger and middle finger suddenly clamped Cui Yajuan's neck tightly and began to exert force. Her sharp nails cut open the bird's feathers, forcing her hooves to keep chirping.

In my opinion, the meaning of this is that if the cuckoo does not roar, it will cry blood for me.

Wu Feng took a breath of cold air in an instant and realized that he had never seen through Dong Yuru.

Hi, I'm kidding.

Seeing Wu Feng's dull appearance, Dong Yuru suddenly covered her face and chuckled, and her fingertips opened the cage of the bird cage and put the rare crow cuckoo back into the sky.

Little wind.

The student is there.

When giving gifts in the future, you must understand the profound meaning of it no matter what you give.For example, this cuckoo, although its sound is crisp, moving and pleasing, is actually a slippery bird among the magpie's nest.

Dong Yuru took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her fingers that touched Bird Feather. Her gentle gaze gradually fell on Wu Feng's body and said: "A companionship with the king is like a tiger, it is unpredictable."Of course I won’t think too much. If someone else is meticulous, I will have to sleep alone at night to guess your thoughts.

For example...Yu Qian just suffered a defeat, so you sent a cuckoo.Do you also want to... occupy the magpie's nest?

Wu Feng frowned at first, but saw that Dong Yuru's face was as normal. He did not rush to explain and apologize without knowing what she intended. He replied calmly: I may be the Dujuan and Jiu who intend to occupy the nest, but Lord Shaobao will not be a bird.

rational.Sit down and watch the green sea and blue waves with me for a while.Dong Ruyu brushed her sleeves and pointed to the other side of the ancient wooden table.

Wu Feng sat in response.

A candle was lit, illuminating Dong Yu's mature and beautiful face, and she saw her igniting the letter of home and landing outside the railing. With a wave of her bare hands, she scattered in the wind.

Is it a frontline matter, madam?Wu Feng took a sip of tea and asked.

Is it a family matter, want to know?Dong Yuru said.

Wu Feng was silent and stopped talking.

Let's go. If you are really curious, I will accompany me to the temple in the east of the city and tell you a little while on the way.

The students understand.

…

Xiangguo Temple is located east of Shuntian Prefecture. It has a long history and is full of incense and is quite famous.

It was early morning and there were few people. Dong Yuru and Wu Feng were walking on the ninety-nine steps, slightly staggering half a step. Dong Yuru was in front and Wu Feng was behind, walking slowly and firmly.

The temple host had already bathed in the fasting place and was guarding the Buddha statue hall upright. When he saw Dong Yuru's graceful figure, he smiled slightly, recited Amitabha Buddha and stepped out of the threshold and quietly closed the door.

Wu Feng was guarding the door and closed his eyes and concentrated his mind. Dong Yuru twisted the Buddhist beads, and three fragrances and nine kowtowed. After a long time, he turned his head and said: Xiaofeng, accompany me.

Wu Feng didn't believe in Buddhism. He was just standing aside and watching, but he heard that Dong Yuru could only kneel down beside her.

Xiaofeng, do you believe in cause and effect?Dong Yuru asked.

Wu Feng hesitated for a moment, shook his head gently and said: I believe in fate.

Why don't you believe in the cause?

There is a cause and a result. I don’t like this kind of destined thing.And fate is wonderful.

Dong Yuru didn't speak, but kowtowed her head devoutly.

Wu Feng glanced at the corner of his eyes, but this glance made him see many different things.

Perhaps because this jingchai robe was too loose, when Dong Yuru leaned down, the collar of her opposite collar was opened down, the gullies on her chest, the two tall, white and tender, and even the plump nipples of her light brown were faintly visible, and she had never worn a close-fitting bellyband.

Is it a wonderful fate or a coincidence?Dong Yuru opened her eyes, met Wu Feng's peeping gaze, and smiled.

Madam, I... Wu Feng blushed rarely and quickly got up.

Does it look good?

…It’s so beautiful.

Dong Yuru seemed to have got the answer she wanted, stood up straight, looked up at the Buddha statue, and whispered: I am different from you, I believe in cause, not fate.For example, just now, I wanted you to see my nipples, so I took off my underwear and knelt down, instead of hoping that the coincidences in the world will give you a glimpse of the occasional glimpse.

She paused, her face as usual, and continued: This principle may be vulgar and far-fetched, but I have always believed that the result of what I want will be something to pay.

After hearing this, Wu Feng took back his thoughts from the stunning beauty just now, and bowed: What Madam said, then... what kind of cause does the Madam want to plant and what kind of fruits do she harvest now?

A sigh slowly spread out in the temple.

In your eyes, what kind of person is Yu Qian?

Lord Shaobao is wise, magical, and extremely talented.

Dong Yuru shook her head and sighed: What you said is true, but it is just that you are too wise, too powerful, too smart, and too intelligent.

In the Tumu Fort Incident, Yingzong was imprisoned. He first severely criticized the ministers who advocated moving south, chose to defend the capital, and was fully responsible for the battle situation against foreign enemies. In the end, he won the victory and the Ming Dynasty turned danger into safety.Everyone thinks he is the pillar of the country and the god of military forces, but there is one person who wishes he would die now. Do you know who that is?

Wu Feng nodded and slowly said two words: Yingzong

good.

But the students didn't understand. Now the emperor knew that his brother was restored, so why didn't he find an opportunity to kill him in the Deep Palace?

Dong Yuru smiled slightly when she heard this, Xiaofeng, why didn’t you find an opportunity to kill your elder brother when you were in the Wu Mansion?

I... Wu Feng stood there in a daze and said: The student understands.

What did you understand?

One word for fear.

What are you afraid of?

Pen.Wu Feng took a breath and made the writing moves: a pen that recorded history.

Dong Yuru nodded, showing relief.

I want the restoration of Emperor Yingzong to be a silence. Although Yu Qian is smart, his biggest shortcoming is that he is too loyal.What he was loyal to was not Emperor Yingzong or the current emperor, but the entire Ming Dynasty.But the Ming Dynasty will change its masters at any time, and its power is unpredictable.Na Yingzong has never been a person with open mind. He was afraid of pens, so he borrowed a knife called Cangqiong Gate, and the knife edge had already stopped at the intersection of the Forty-sixth Lane west of the city.

Dong Yuru's tall and straight chest was slightly ups and downs, and she said: When it comes to military service, I am not as good as him.When it comes to knowing people and reading their minds, they are not as good as me.Xiaofeng, you want to climb higher and farther, right?

Wu Feng was surprised by Dong Yuru's meticulous thoughts and nodded with difficulty: The students went from Suzhou, Jiangnan to the capital, of course, to rise to the top.

Dong Yuru continued, and then changed the subject: You sent Du Juan to you today, but you actually know the principle of occupying the magpie's nest. You just want to test me, right?

This... Wu Feng's face suddenly turned pale and he could no longer nod.

Seeing him like this, a trace of turbulence finally appeared on his beautiful face and said softly: I can't let you occupy this nest, but I can let you, the little cuckoo, sit occasionally, just like a link to the door.But...you have to do one thing for me first.

What's the matter?

Yu Qian was defeated, and the emperor was dissatisfied.And in this world, there is only one way to make a person lose his anger about one thing, that is, to let him see another and something more angry.

for example?

For example, let the emperor find that the defeat was not Yu Qian, but that there were thieves in his family.

Dong Yuru flipped over the palm of her hand, and the palms and backs of her hands were all white and smooth. Liu Guanhai, the Minister of War, opposite the Shaobao Mansion, was a good choice. If his house belonged to you, it would be much more convenient to come to me to watch bamboo by the railing in the future.

Wu Feng was shocked. Liu Guanhai was not a simple person. He served as the Minister of War and the Governor of the Advancement of Peking University. He could be regarded as a veteran of the three dynasties. Although he was corrupt on weekdays, his loyalty to the court was no criticism or slander.

There are no two tigers in one mountain, let alone this tiger has been unfamiliar from the beginning.Dong Yu is like the saying, meaning that Liu Guanhai is truly loyal to Emperor Yingzong Zhu Qizhen, not Zhu Qiyu.

Please give me some advice.Wu Feng said with breathing.

Dong Yuru looked up at the morning light coming out of the window and replied: It’s dawn, so the evil words you should not say under the blue sky and white sun should be left until the dark and windy night.Tonight, the west side tower must be not difficult with your skills, right?

She said, stretching out her hand.

Wu Feng took it with the opportunity, held Dong Yuru's slender but fleshy bee waist and pushed open the gate of Xiangguo Temple.

At this time, a breeze blew over the face, blowing away the drizzle and rolling up the corners of people's robe and skirt.

He looked at the magnificent meat cloud under the woman's robe beside him, and two dark red beads shining brightly, and his mind was already immersed in the unfathomable snow-white ravine.

The rain breaks and the wind blows, and the sky falls uneasy.

Wu Feng sneered secretly, wondering if the rain in this sentence refers to Dong Yuru or his elder brother Wu Yu.