Consultante de vie de la dynastie Song du Sud

Chapitre 68

Smoke rises from the chimneys, thousands of miles away across the river.

The bottom of the bottle is inscribed with the elegant style of clerical script from the previous dynasty.

Consider this a prelude to my meeting with you.

The sky is the color of rain, and I am waiting for you.

The moonlight was scooped up, the clouds parted, and the ending was revealed.

Like the exquisite blue and white porcelain passed down through generations, it is beautiful in its own right.

Your eyes were smiling.

It is said that the finest blue and white porcelain is fired on a rainy day, subtly imbued with the colors of the rain, possessing a poignant beauty, much like the present-day Yu Zhou and Qiao Yun, where the sky seems to have turned gloomy with sorrow. Amidst the melodious flute music and the pattering spring rain, wisps of smoke from the rooftops drift gracefully like dancing maidens.

"I hope so, Qiao Yun. I'm really looking forward to it." Yu Zhou gazed intently at the Qiao family compound. Qiao Yun, on the other end, also had a clear look in her eyes. The flute music slowly stopped: "I'm looking forward to it too."

A natural ink painting unfolds on the paper. Raindrops on the withered branches slowly flow down the trunk, while tender green leaves tentatively sprout from the ancient branches.

The rain kept falling.

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[Dynasty Storm: An Ending and a Beginning]

"It's all your fault, my husband hasn't been around for so long," Bing Ning complained, looking at Lin Lie. Lin Lie's icy face remained unchanged, but with a hint of gloom. The situation on the other side was even more serious.

The damp wind scattered the papers on Yu Fu's desk, causing them to spin rapidly.

"Husband, what should we do?" Su Rongrong asked anxiously, her delicate brows furrowed in despair.

Yu Qingqian looked at the desk and said quietly, "Don't worry, they haven't broken in yet. Lin Lie is holding them off." On the surface, Yu Qingqian was comforting her beloved wife, but she was also comforting herself.

“But… Qingqing is already locked up in the Locked Phoenix Pavilion, I’m worried…” Su Rongrong looked troubled. Yes, too much had happened in the past few months. She couldn’t take it anymore.

First, there was Yu Zhou's disappearance, then the siege by four kingdoms, and this million-strong army. Her daughters… Su Rongrong hesitated, her face filled with sorrow.

Yu Qingqian sighed deeply, his handsome eyebrows showing a cold helplessness. Yes, the siege had lasted for a month. If this continued, the people would not be able to hold on, and neither would the country.

"I believe Yu Zhou will come back," Yu Qingqian said firmly, his voice full of confidence.

Su Rongrong gazed at the sturdy bamboo outside the window. The misty raindrops pattered on the emerald green leaves, making the veins of the leaves clearly visible, just like the sky after a clear day.

“But I hope she doesn’t come back,” Su Rongrong said in a low voice, almost inaudible.

The moon shines bright over the western tower.

The moon chased away the dark clouds, its brightness almost blinding everyone. The full moon in the sky was reflected in the puddles in the yard, though somewhat incomplete, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.

The bamboo shadows swayed, and the bamboo strips, still wet with rain, slapped against each other, creating a beautiful melody, a crisp sound like porcelain.

"Water buffalo, don't you recognize me?" Yu Zhou removed her veil and smiled gently. Her beautiful eyes shone like stars and the moon, sparkling like crystal.

The water buffalo pushed open the door, staring in shock at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before him. His face was more beautiful than before, yet it couldn't conceal the weariness and desolation it carried. Shocked—this was their young master, their prime minister, a mysterious and breathtakingly handsome young man. His face was irresistibly captivating.

The water buffalo's mouth was wide open. It stammered, "Young Master!" then suddenly cried out in terror. The entire Yu mansion began to buzz with activity again.

Then, a series of loud crashes were heard, and everyone rushed out. They stared blankly at the boy outside the door. Rain had soaked his black hair, but his jade-like face was cold and piercing, and his imposing aura was like a rainbow piercing the sun.

"Yu Zhou!" Yes, it was Yu Zhou, a youth whose brilliance could not be concealed by the sun and moon. His beautiful eyes held a smile, which tinged his cheeks. Even the cool moonlight seemed to shone down upon him with a sacred light.

Yu Zhou walked through the gate and casually sat down in a chair. The gazes of those people gradually focused on him, but Yu Zhou just smiled.

He picked up the cup and said with a hint of complaint, "Sigh! I've been here so long, and you haven't even brought the young master a cup of tea. I'm so sad." He then looked around at the stunned people with a mocking expression.

It wasn't fake, it wasn't fake this time, it was the young master. Every time, they had been fooled, but this time, standing alive before them, not one of them believed the truth. They were stunned, dumbfounded. Perhaps this was their infatuation with this stunningly handsome prime minister.

A laugh—that was the young master's laugh. It had been so long. Gengyue Kingdom had been shrouded in gloom for so long, for an unknown duration. "Husband!" The voice was slightly tearful, but mostly filled with joy. Without even looking, one knew it was Bingning.