I Rely on Beauty to Stabilize the Country - Chap 133
Half a month later, Gu Yuanbai, who was out of his filial piety period, received good news from the coastal navy.
Zhejiang, Fujian, and Guangnan East won. Not only did they win, they were also very courageous. They even chased the Fuso Army all the way to an island where their navy was stationed.
Gu Yuanbai underestimated the strength of Daheng’s navy and warships, and the three naval forces pursued him. After surrounding Fusang’s fleeing army, he used a fire attack. The fire continued, and he took this opportunity to occupy the uniformed island in one fell swoop.
Gu Yuanbai ordered people to bring Mr. Wang over and read him the situation along the coast word for word. As Mr. Wang listened, his calm demeanor was shattered, and he became blinded. He struggled with the rope that bound him. Gu Yuanbai held warm tea and looked at the autumn scenery outside the palace in ecstasy.
When Mr. Wang’s painful sobs gradually subsided, the emperor of Daheng turned his head to look at him, with a gentle smile on his lips, “Mr. Wang, I want to thank you very much for the navy. Fortunately, I have you. Only then could the navy seize as much armor, food, and kerosene as Fuso.”
The autumn sun was shining brightly, and Emperor Daheng’s hand holding the cup seemed transparent under the bright sun, and his smiling eyes were dyed with brown golden light.
The fishy smell in Mr. Wang’s throat was heavy. The emperor with such a harmless skin could be so cruel.
He told himself that this was all false. Fuso had been preparing for so long, how could he lose like this?
Daheng Celestial Kingdom, the vast country of China, does it have such confidence even if it hastily accepts the challenge?
Gu Yuanbai felt that it was not enough, and said with a smile: “Fusang did something wrong. Naturally, I will teach Fusang to correct his mistakes and get back on the right path. But it will be a hard journey. If Fusang wants to learn from me, he must bear my responsibilities.” I will give Daheng adequate compensation for the military supplies on the way to Fusang. I will not be afraid of the hard work of going to the country.”
As soon as these words came out, Tian Fusheng couldn’t help but be stunned.
Still, can it still be like this?
After Gu Yuanbai finished speaking, he no longer looked at Mr. Wang who wanted to kill him, “Take him down.”
The war along the coast could not be felt by the people in the capital thousands of miles away, and this news had not been published in the “Daheng Guobao”. What has even been circulated for a longer time is the news that Mr. Wang previously spread in the capital that the emperor had been in a coma for a long time.
In mid-September, in order to completely break the rumors, Gu Yuanbai appeared in front of the people and went to the rooftop to worship the moon.
The emperor is dressed in uniform, with white silk tied around his wrists. When he bends down, his waist is thin and his crown is like raindrops touching each other. Every movement can be seen in the painting.
The people looked at the Holy One from a distance, tens of thousands of people in the imperial army had their spears raised, and their expressions were serious.
When the Holy Spirit goes out, the people can watch him, but they are not allowed to call out to him or look forward to him from above. When the saint was lighting incense, he raised his arms slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his flowing posture, which made him feel that he was aloof and that he was not comparable to ordinary people.
The common people couldn’t say anything nice, they just felt that the Holy One was worthy of being the Holy One, and he had a unique majesty in everything he did.
Chu Wei and his classmates were also watching from the outside. The layers of palaces and guards blocked the figure of the Holy Emperor, and only occasionally the feet of his robes flashed past.
The classmate looked at it for a long time and suddenly felt something was wrong. He quickly tugged on Chu Wei’s sleeve and said, “Zihu, do you think the beautiful boy I saw under the No. 1 scholar building earlier is somewhat similar to the Holy Master?”
Chu Wei said calmly: “That is the Holy One.”
The classmate was silent for a moment, then jumped up suddenly, “What!”
Chu Wei frowned slightly, and his classmate became quiet, lowering his voice and saying, “Why didn’t you tell me that it was the Holy Emperor!”
“You didn’t want to be an official in the court at that time, and you didn’t want to be involved with the temple,” Chu Wei said concisely, “Why should I talk to you more?”
The classmate choked, shook his head speechlessly, and kept muttering: “You’re such a good Chu Zihu.”
Chu Wei was still looking at His Majesty.
The weather was good today, so Gun was wearing a spring and autumn robe, and the leather belt around his waist was lightly tied. Because he was far away, he could see the thinness of the saint’s neck, wrists and body. A little worry arose in Chu Wei’s heart, worried that the Holy Sage had been in a coma a few days ago, and worried that he seemed to be even weaker now.
I don’t know if the Holy Emperor can bear the death of Concubine Wan.
But besides worry… Chu Wei’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow.
The slender fingers moved slightly, as if they wanted to hug something.
“Chu Wei!”
His classmate’s words suddenly woke him up. Chu Wei put his hands behind his back, turned his head to the side without changing his expression, raised his eyes and said, “Huh?”
“Your Majesty is leaving,” the classmate said. “There are many people here and the road will be blocked later. Why don’t we leave now?”
But Chu Wei’s steps remained as still as loose, “You go first.”
“Should I leave first?” The classmate was surprised,
Chu Wei nodded, his figure wrapped in white robes making him appear taller, “I’m going to see the Holy One.”
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The Holy One sat on the dragon chariot. Before the six horses in front of him could move their hooves, the attendants ran over and said, “The Holy One, Mr. Chu Wei Chu wants to come and pay homage to you.”
Gu Yuanbai glanced at the sky outside and said, “Let him come.”
Xue Yuan raised his eyebrows and said calmly, “Your Majesty, your crown is tangled together.”
Gu Yuanbai fiddled with it, and the beads kept squeaking under his touch. His fingers were cold and white, and his five fingers were wrapped around the rope. The black string and the transparent white jade beads were entangled on his long fingers. , the lotus root is broken and the silk is connected. If the beads were a person, they would probably blush under his fingers, “Where?”
Xue Yuan was fascinated for a moment, and only came back to his senses when he heard the questions. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Mr. Chu walking towards here not far away, and a sneer flashed across his lips. Xue Yuan climbed onto the carriage, knelt on his knees, and carefully untied the two strands of beads that were entangled together.
Gu Yuanbai held the side of his face with one hand and lowered his head slightly to facilitate his movements.
When Chu Wei came closer, he saw such a scene. His eyes suddenly tightened, and the corners of his lips curved into a displeased arc. After a short while, he returned to his original state, and calmly stepped forward to salute, “I pay my respects to you, Your Majesty.”
Gu Yuanbai nodded casually and said lazily: “Xue Jiuyao, are you still not well?”
“That’s it, sir.” Xue Yuan put down his hand after smoothing the beads, straightened Gu Yuanbai’s robe in front of Chu Wei, and jumped out of the carriage.
Chu Wei’s dark eyes were fixed and he saw clearly what he had done. After a moment, the corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing a faint smile, “Is Your Majesty still in good health these days?”
“They’re all pretty good,” Gu Yuanbai smiled, “What about your little Silang?”
Chu Wei spoke one by one. Although he spoke little, every word was not perfunctory. Gu Yuanbai nodded after he finished speaking, thinking that Chu Wei would leave after he finished speaking, but Chu Wei hesitated for a moment. “Your Majesty, I got a painting by Li Qingyun a few days ago, but it only has the lower half. My father once said that the upper part is in the residence of the Minister of Hubu. After I went to the Minister of Hubu, Lord Tang told me which half of the painting The painting was presented to the Holy One on the Longevity Festival last year. I didn’t know whether the half of the scroll I got by chance was authentic, so I wanted to borrow the upper half of the scroll from the palace.”
Gu Yuanbai became interested. This Li Qingyun was a great painter of the previous dynasty and was known as one of the four great painters of the previous dynasty. Few of his paintings were leaked in his life. Gu Yuanbai did not know how to appreciate them, but he knew that the name Li Qingyun represented Golden and white flowers of silver.
He thought carefully for a moment and found out that during last year’s Wanshou Festival, the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance indeed presented half a volume of paintings. Gu Yuanbai felt confident and looked at Chu Wei with a smile, “Chu Qing, the last scroll is in my warehouse.”
Chu Wei was sweating because of his laughter, “The scroll in the hands of the Holy One must be authentic, but the scroll in the hands of the minister is not necessarily true.”
Gu Yuanbai said deliberately: “What if it is true?”
“Then I will dedicate it to the Holy One,” Chu Wei said with no trace of reluctance in his tone, “the two paintings are combined into one and can be together for a lifetime.”
When he said this, his tone was slow and his voice was as clear as pearls falling on a jade plate. It really sounded like love words.
Xue Yuan’s face turned cold.
Gu Yuanbai couldn’t help laughing. Chu Wei was still proud two years ago, but now he has learned to adapt and come to please him. Gu Yuanbai accepted his minister’s intention calmly, “Then I will wait. I will send someone to deliver the painting to your house tomorrow.”
Chu Wei shook his head and said softly: “I can send it to the palace in person.”
Gu Yuanbai thought for a while, tapped his fingers on his knees, nodded and said, “That’s fine.”
Chu Wei saluted and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and looked up at Xue Yuan, “Master Xue should start to look at the girl now, right?”
Xue Yuan narrowed his eyes, “What.”
“My mother has been thinking about my marriage these days,” Chu Wei sighed. “When I asked, I found out that Mrs. Xue has been busy organizing Mr. Xue’s marriage in recent months, and she has never slacked off. Mrs. Xue went to the mansion. After reminiscing with my mother a lot, my mother became anxious. ”
Xue Yuan raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Chu Wei, as if he were looking at a dead person.
Do you want to die?
Chu Wei raised his eyelids and sneered.
He moved his thin lips slightly and uttered the last words: “Mr.
Gu Yuanbai was a little stunned.
Hearing Chu Wei’s words, he came back to his senses and looked at Xue Yuan.
Yes.
Xue Yuan is about to be twenty-five years old. At such an age, since he is not physically weak like him and cannot conceive children, his family will naturally urge him to get married.
His eyebrows tightened, and evil aura emerged.
Xue Yuan saw him like a dog with flesh and bones. His crazy passion for Gu Yuanbai made Gu Yuanbai feel that even if the two slept together, he would only become more greedy and hungry. How could such a person be so hard on someone other than Gu Yuanbai?
They kissed and touched Xue Yuan. When he said he didn’t want to have sex with Xue Yuan, Xue Yuan insisted on getting close to him. When he wanted to sleep with him, he said that Xue Yuan was getting married. Why, were you playing with him?
His voice became colder, “If Chu Qing has finished speaking, then please retreat. I am tired.”
Chu Wei paused and retreated.
The moment he turned around, a smile flashed across his face.
The horse finally takes a step forward, and the dragon chariot moves slowly through the market.
In the carriage inlaid with gold, silver and jade, and engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns, the Holy Master’s tone was like ice slag mixed with the twelfth lunar month, “Xue Yuan, come up.”
The swaying carriage trembled, and a moment later, Xue Yuan knelt in front of Gu Yuanbai.
The car windows and doors were closed, it was dark inside the dragon chariot, and the streets outside were crowded with people on both sides. Not even the dragon chariot could block the bustle of the people.
Gu Yuanbai took off his dragon boots and stepped on Xue Yuan’s body with only his white socks.
He moved slightly with the bumps of the carriage a few times, and his face hidden in the darkness was scratched by shadows and illuminated by light. His lips were red, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were like knives, with a mix of sharpness and cruelty.
Xue Yuan groaned, his knees firmly stuck to the ground, where he had already stood up, and the heat against the Holy Master’s feet was frightening.
This punishment is too torturous.
His head was covered in sweat, his eyes were red, bloodshot with desire, he passed through the mist and moisture and looked straight at the Holy Lord.
Gu Yuanbai spoke slowly and stepped slowly, “Xue Jiuyao, marry me?”
Xue Jiuyao’s breathing became heavier and hotter, sounding like pleasure and pain.
The carriage passed the corner, and the voices of the people were closer, almost within earshot.
The beast jumped, showing its loyalty.
Gu Yuanbai chuckled softly, stood up from the car wall, bent down to reach out into the darkness, and grabbed Xue Yuan’s collar fiercely. Xue Yuan was caught off guard and was thrown forward. He held the car wall with both hands in time, Only then can we not put pressure on the Holy One.
The collar was pinched tightly, “I’m asking you.”
Gu Yuanbai breathed into his ear with a mocking smile: “If others step on you, you will do the same…”
He paused, glanced down at Xue Yuan, sneered, and said threateningly: “…coquettish?”
