Half a month later, out of filial piety, Gu Yuanbai received a report from the coastal navy.
The two Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangnan Dong won, and not only did they win, but they had the audacity to chase the Fusang army all the way to one of their islands where they had stationed their sailors.
Gu Yuanbai underestimated the strength of Daheng's navy and warships, and the three parties of sailors pursued them closely, and after encircling the fleeing army of Fusang they adopted a fire attack, which was continuous, and took advantage of the opportunity to capture this island of military uniforms in one fell swoop.
Gu Yuanbai ordered someone to bring Mr. Wang over and had the coastal situation read to him word for word. As Mr. Wang listened, his calm demeanor was shattered and he became enraged, struggling desperately with the ropes that bound him, as Gu Yuanbai held warm tea and looked out at the autumn scenery outside the temple.
Only when Mr. Wang's whimper of pain gradually became lower did Daheng's emperor turn his head towards him, the smile at the corners of his lips warm, "Mr. Wang, our dynasty's navy has much to thank you for, fortunately, there are you, so that the navy can capture so much armored clothing, food, and kerosene from Fusang."
The brilliant sun of the autumn day was long, Emperor Daheng's hand holding the cup was as transparent as if it was transparent under such a bright sun, and his smiling eyes were tinted with a brownish golden light.
Mr. Wang's throat is heavy with fishy taste, with such a picture of harmless skin of the emperor, the heart is so cruel.
He told himself it was all a lie, how could Fuso just lose after so much preparation?
Does the Great Heng Heavenly Kingdom, the vast Chinese superpower, have such a bottom line, even if it responds to the war in haste?
Gu Yuanbai felt that it was not enough and said with a smile, "Fusang has done something wrong, so my dynasty naturally has to go and teach Fusang to correct its mistakes and go back to the right path. But this journey is hard, Fusang wants to be taught by our dynasty, it must bear the military supplies of our army on the way to Fusang, and then give Daheng enough compensation. If I, as the supreme state of the Heavenly Kingdom, am not afraid of the hard work of traveling one more trip, then so be it."
When these words came out, Tian Fusheng couldn't help but freeze.
Still, still?
After Gu Yuanbai finished speaking, he no longer looked at Mr. Wang, who hated to kill him, "Bring it down."
The war on the coast could not be empathized by the people of the capital, who were thousands of miles away, and this news had not been published in the Daheng Guo Newspaper. What even circulated longer was the news that the Emperor had been in a coma for a long time, which Mr. Wang had previously spread in the capital.
In mid-September, in order to break the rumors once and for all, Gu Yuanbai appeared before the people and went to the rooftop to offer the moon.
The emperor in a gun suit, white silk tied to the wrist, bowing down when the waist and back of the thin, coronet like rain beads touch each other, every move can be in the picture.
The people looked at His Majesty from afar, and the ten million men of the forbidden army had their lances up and their faces stern.
When the saint traveled, the people can gather around, but can not be sandwiched between the call, from the high and hope. His Holiness, when lighting incense, arm gently lifted, holding the sleeve, traveling clouds and flowing water posture look at the feeling of high above, not ordinary people can be compared to.
The people can not say what good words, only feel that the saint is worthy of being the saint, do what is unique some of the majesty.
Chu Wei and fellow students are also outside to watch, layers and layers of palace people and guards will be the figure of the saint to hide tightly, only occasionally there are robed feet from which a flash.
The same window to see a long time, suddenly feel wrong, hastily tugged Chu Wei's sleeve, "Zi Gui, do you think we previously in the scholar building under the see that the beauty of the son of a boy and the saint whether there are a few points of resemblance?"
Chu Wei said faintly, "That would be His Holiness."
The fellow student was silent for a moment and jumped up, "What!"
Chu Wei frowned gently, the same window quieted down, and lowered his voice, "Why didn't you tell me that it was His Holiness!"
"You did not want to enter the dynasty as an official, also do not want to be involved with the temple," Chu Wei simple and concise, "why should I say more with you?"
The fellow student choked and shook his head speechlessly, muttering over and over, "Good for you Chu Zi Gui."
Chu Wei was still looking at His Holiness.
Today's weather is good, gun taking is the spring and fall robes, the waist of the leather belt gently a bunch, it is because of the distance, but can see the saint's neck, wrists and the body of the thin. Chu Wei heart rose a few points of worry, worried about the saint's coma a few days ago, worried that he now looks as if more weak.
I don't know if His Holiness will be able to bear the death of Mrs. Wan.
But in addition to worry ...... Chu Wei s throat knots rolled, and he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering a shadow.
The long, slender fingers moved slightly, as if to cradle something.
"Chu Wei!"
The words of his fellow student jolted him awake, Chu Wei put his hands behind his back, his face unchanged as he turned his head sideways and raised his eyes, "Eh?"
"His Holiness is leaving," said a fellow student; "there are so many people here that the road is bound to be blocked later; why not go first now?"
Chu Wei, however, did not move his feet like a pine, "You go first."
"Me first?" My fellow students were surprised and
Chu Wei nodded, his white robe wrapping his figure in a longer form, "I'm going to meet with the saint."
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His Holiness sat in the dragon carriage, and before the six steeds in front of him could move their hooves, the attendant ran over and said, "Your Holiness, Lord Chu Wei Chu wants to come over to pay his respects to you."
Gu Yuanbai glanced at the sky outside, "Let him come."
Xue Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked calm, "Your Holiness, the coronets on your head are tangled together."
Gu Yuanbai fiddled with his hands, the beads were crunching under his touch, his fingers were cold and white, his five fingers were wrapped around the rope, the basalt-colored thin rope was tangled with the translucent white jade beads on his long fingers, the lotus roots were broken. If the beads were a person, I'm afraid they would be blushing on his fingers, "Where?"
Xue Yuan was momentarily mesmerized by what he was looking at, and only came back to his senses when he heard the question. His remaining light caught a glimpse of Lord Chu, who was walking towards here, and a cold smile flashed across the corner of his lips. Xue Yuan rolled over onto the carriage, bent his knees and knelt on the ground, carefully unraveling the two strings of Lucite beads that were entangled in one piece slowly.
Gu Yuanbai propped one hand on the side of her face, slightly lowering her head to facilitate his movements.
Chu Wei approached, into the eyes is such a scene. His eyes suddenly tightened, the corners of his lips pressed out a displeased arc, but after a short while, he recovered and calmly stepped forward to salute, "I pay my respects to His Holiness."
Gu Yuanbai nodded casually and lazily said, "Xue Jiuyao, you're still not well?"
"I'll be fine." Xue Yuan smoothed Liu Zhu before putting down his hand, and then squared Gu Yuanbai's robes in front of Chu Wei, bending down and jumping out of the carriage.
Chu Wei's black eyes were fixed, seeing clearly what he had done. A moment later, the corners of his lips hooked up slightly, revealing a light smile, "Is the saint's body still well these days?"
"It's all not bad," Gu Yuanbai smiled, "How about your family's little fourth son?"
Chu Wei said one by one, although his words are few, but every sentence is not perfunctory, Gu Yuanbai waited for him to finish his speech and then nodded, thinking that Chu Wei will leave after finishing his words, but Chu Wei hesitated for a moment, "Your Majesty, I got a painting of Li Qingyun some days ago, but only the second half. My father had said that the first half was in the Household Ministry Shangshu's residence. After I went to the Minister of the Household's residence, Lord Tang told me that the half of the painting was presented to His Majesty at last year's Longevity Festival. I don't know if this half of the scroll that I got by chance is true or not, so I want to borrow the first half of the scroll in the palace to have a look."
Gu Yuanbai came to be interested, this Li Qingyun is a great painter in the former dynasty, known as one of the four great masters of the former dynasty, he rarely had paintings out of his life, Gu Yuanbai does not know how to appreciate, but he knows that the name Li Qingyun represents a golden white flower of silver.
He thought back carefully for a moment, last year's All Souls Festival, the Minister of the Household did offer half a scroll of paintings. Gu Yuanbai had a bottom in his heart and looked at Chu Wei with a smile, "Chu Qing, the last scroll is in my coffers."
Chu Wei was laughed out of some sweat by him, "The scroll in the hands of the saint is bound to be authentic, but the one in the hands of the minister is not necessarily."
Gu Yuanbai deliberately said, "What if it's true?"
"Then it will be offered to the saint," Chu Wei tone can not be heard half a bit of reluctance, "the two paintings into one, but also can accompany each other for a lifetime."
When he said this, his tone was slow and his voice was as clear as a bead falling from a jade disk, it was really good as if it was a love story.
Xue Yuan's face turned cold.
Gu Yuanbai couldn't help but smile, Chu Wei two years ago was still proud of his bones, but now he already knows how to adapt, and knows to please him, Gu Yuanbai frankly accepted this heart of the courtier, "Then I'll wait, and tomorrow I'll send someone to your residence to send the painting."
Chu Wei shook his head and said softly, "I can just send it to the palace myself."
Gu Yuanbai thought for a moment, tapped his five fingers on his knee, and nodded, "That's fine."
Chu Wei saluted and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and looked up towards Xue Yuan, "Lord Xue should start looking at the girl now, right?"
Xue Yuan's eyes narrowed, "What."
"My mother has been chattering about my marriage for the past few days," Chu Wei sighed, "I asked and learned that Mrs. Xue has been busy arranging the marriage for Lord Xue in recent months, and hasn't been slacking off. Mrs. Xue went to the house to catch up with my mother more, my mother began to be anxious."
Xue Yuan pulled up the corner of his mouth and looked at Chu Wei with eyes like he was looking at a dead man.
Do you want to die.
Chu Wei lifted his eyelids and pulled out a cold smile as well.
His thin lips moved slightly and spat out the last words, "Lord Xue, what kind of woman do you like? Why don't you tell me directly, so that I can also inform my mother, so that she can also help the anxious Mrs. Xue."
Gu Yuanbai was a bit stunned.
Only after hearing Chu Wei's words did he return to his senses and look towards Xue Yuan.
That's it.
Xue Yuan is about to turn twenty-five, and at such an age, and not being as physically weak as he is, unable to conceive an heir, it is natural for his family to urge him to get married.
A brow presses down, and a fury emerges.
Xue Yuan saw him like a dog that saw a meaty bone, and his crazy intensity towards Gu Yuanbai made Gu Yuanbai feel that even if the two of them slept together, he would only become more greedy and horny. How could such a person still be hard to someone other than Gu Yuanbai?
Kissed and touched, when he said he wouldn't whore out Xue Yuan Xue Yuan insisted on coming up, when he wanted to sleep with him he said Xue Yuan was getting married, what, playing with him?
The voice cooled down, "If Chu Qing has finished his words, then retire, I am tired."
Chu Wei gave a beat and retreated in response.
The moment he turned around, a smile flickered.
The steed finally took a step, and the dragon carriage traveled slowly through the market.
In the middle of the carriage inlaid with gold, silver, and jade, carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, the tone of the saint's voice was as if it were laced with ice slag in a waxing moon, "Xue Yuan, come up."
The swaying carriage shuddered for a moment, and a moment later, Xue Yuan knelt in front of Gu Yuanbai.
The windows and doors of the car are tightly closed, and it is dim inside the dragon carriage; outside, the streets are crowded on both sides, and the lively hustle and bustle of the people has not been blocked by half even by the dragon carriage.
Gu Yuanbai went to his dragon boots and stepped on Xue Yuan's body with only his white socked feet.
He gently moved a few times with the bumps of the carriage, his face hidden in the darkness was scratched by shadows and struck by light, his lips reddened, his eyes darkened, his eyes were like knives, a mixture of sharpness and ruthlessness.
Xue Yuan stifled a grunt out, his knees sticking solidly to the ground, where they had stood up against the appalling heat of the holy foot.
This punishment, it's too torturous.
He was sweating profusely, and his eyes had been driven red in the midst of them, bloodshot with desire, and he looked straight at His Holiness through the fog and dampness of the drowsiness.
Gu Yuanbai's tone was slow, and his feet were slow as well, "Xue Jiuyao, take a wife?"
Xue Jiuyao's gasping voice became heavier and heavier, rolling more and more, resembling pleasure and pain.
The carriage passed around the corner and the cries of the people came closer, almost within earshot.
The beastly thing jumped and showed its loyalty.
Gu Yuanbai let out a light snort, straightened up from the wall of the car, bent down to probe the darkness, and violently yanked Xue Yuan's collar, Xue Yuan was caught off guard and yanked forward, his hands braced against the wall of the car just in time so that he could keep from pressing down on the saint's body.
The collar was pinched tight, "I asked you."
Gu Yuanbai exhaled in his ear with a mocking smile, "If someone else steps on you, you're also so ......"
He paused, glanced down at Xue Yuan, snorted, and spoke threateningly, "Is ...... it flirty?"