Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 644: Gathering Momentum (Additional chapter for the leader who speaks frankly)
Datong Lane and Cuiyu Tower.

The crimson light shone through the windows, creating a hazy and blurred atmosphere.

In Shui Fu's boudoir, Tang Situi stood there proudly, and Shui Fu helped him put on his robe, belt, and crown.

Tang Situi straightened his crown. The man who had just been enjoying the pleasure of love with Shui Fu on the couch, instantly turned into a serious and dignified official.

"When will you come to visit me again, sir?"

Shui Fu's face was still flushed with joy, and she looked so charming, like a ripe peach.

Tang Situi pinched her pink cheek and chuckled, "On October 15th, after the Lantern Festival. If the great event is successful, I will come back to make love with you. If it doesn't work out..."

Tang Shitui smiled, but his smile was a little cold.

He said nothing more and walked out the door.

Shui Fu followed his back with her watery eyes. She smiled charmingly and followed him with her graceful waist.

Shui Fu followed Tang Situi out of the boudoir before she stopped.

There were two people standing at the door, one was Tang Shitui's servant, and the other was the "big teapot" of Cuiyu Tower.

"It is inconvenient for me to escort you downstairs, Mr. Tang, take care."

Shui Fu spoke tenderly and gave a wink to the "Big Teapot".

The big teapot rushed forward and said with a smile, "My lord, your carriage is waiting outside the corner gate. Please come this way, lord."

As he said this, he happily led the way.

Tang Shitui was already familiar with this. He led the servant and followed the "big teapot" and left directly through the side stairs on the third floor. He did not go through the main door.

"October 15th, the night of the Lower Lantern Festival..." Shui Fu murmured as she looked at Tang Shitui's back, her expression becoming a little solemn.

Her Song Dynasty is lurking in the journey, and success or failure will all end on the night of the Lower Yuan Dynasty.

Nineteen years ago, when she was only five years old, her biological father, a fierce general of the Iron Harriers, was killed by the Song general Li Shifu.

Her family fell into decline and suffered a lot because of this.

Eighteen years ago, Emperor Zhao Gou of Song Dynasty gave the name Li Shifu, and from then on he became Li Xianzhong.

Seven years ago, the Emperor of Western Xia gave her a new name, Shui Fu, and she has been lurking in the Song Dynasty ever since.

After years of endurance, whether this blood feud can be avenged depends on whether the plan to change the day on Yuan Night can succeed.

A fierce look flashed across Shui Fu's eyes. She turned around gracefully, walked into the room, and closed the door.

Tang Si exited through the side door. The alley was quiet and secluded, with only his carriage parked there. There was a lantern on the carriage, but no name of the owner.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lowered and the sedan chair slowly drove away. The "Big Teapot" nodded and bowed with a fawning look on his face.

It was not until Tang Shitui's carriage drove away that the "Big Teapot" narrowed his eyes and looked back at the tall building.

Upstairs, the light was on in Miss Shui Fu's boudoir, and a beautiful figure was sitting in front of the dressing table.
The graceful and charming silhouette was cast on the window.

She is dressing herself.

At night, decent women take off their makeup and rest.
However, the women in the brothels and singing halls were dressed up to welcome guests.

The eyes of the "Big Teapot" were sharper than that of a man of his status, but in just a moment, the brilliance was gone.

He closed the corner door, bolted it, and walked slowly into the building.

Upstairs, the lights are bright and there is singing and dancing.

On the street, lanterns without their owners' names swayed gently as the car bumped along.

Sitting in the car, Tang Situi closed his eyes slightly, like an old monk in meditation.

When he was anxious, he liked to go to a brothel, find a young girl he liked, spend a night with her, and ease his mind.

After the event, his anxiety would often disappear, leaving only fatigue, so he could have a good sleep.

But today I feel that the effect doesn't seem to be very good.

He still had a burning feeling in his heart.

There was a thick layer of coal on the fire. Once it was removed, flames would immediately burst out.

Because it is suppressed and the air is isolated, one can only endure it and burn slowly, like a volcano that cannot erupt.

October 15th, Lower Yuan Festival.

When winter comes, farming stops and everything is put away.

People celebrate the good harvest and use the abundant produce to worship the gods and pray to their ancestors.

This is a transition between autumn and winter, cold and warm, old and new, sorrow and joy, life and death, the end and the beginning...

The emperor also had to offer sacrifices to his ancestors on this day and reward the prime minister and other officials with brocade.

The Lower Yuan Festival is similar to the Upper Yuan Festival, with people lighting lanterns, watching firecrackers and setting off fireworks.

The farmer’s harvest is crops, what is the emperor’s harvest?
This day is ideal for the emperor to offer sacrifices to his ancestors and report his great military achievements.

On this day, descendants would burn winter clothes for their deceased ancestors, and it was also a good time for the emperor to offer a glass of wine to the spirits of the heroes who died in battle.

When Yang Yuan made all his ideas clear, King Zhao Yu of Jin decisively decided that the day of the Lower Yuan Festival, October 15th, would be the day for the emperor to review the troops, light lanterns and watch fire shows, host a banquet for his ministers and have fun with the people.

And it was on this day that Tang Situi wanted to turn Yan Shen into Zhao Chen.

He had to choose a time with great fanfare, when civil and military officials and people from all walks of life would gather in large numbers to complete the "day-changing plan."

Wanyan Liang seized the throne with only nine men, who broke into the palace late at night and assassinated the king.

Then, he used both soft and hard tactics to force the commander of the imperial guards to surrender.

Then, they falsely passed on the imperial edict, lured the emperor's loyal ministers into the palace, and hacked and killed them between the palace walls.

Anyway, the Wanyan family is the ruler of the country, so there is no need for other ministers to risk their lives to defend a dead emperor.

So, the overall situation has been decided.

However, this was not the case with the Song Dynasty. Zhao Chen, the legitimate and most orthodox crown prince who was more legitimate than Zhao Gou, had left the Song Dynasty for nearly 30 years.

His foundation in the Song Dynasty was entirely due to the group of people he gradually won over after he returned as Yan Shen. His foundation was far less solid than that of Wanyan Liang.

If the Jin Dynasty won a great victory in the war on the front line, the Huai River and Yangtze River regions fell into the hands of the Jin people, and the Jin army stationed on the north bank of the Yangtze River to put pressure on the Song Dynasty, then this "change of day plan" would be much easier.

But now, we have to rely on public opinion.

When the most orthodox and legitimate Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty appeared here and everyone knew about it, no one dared to put a sword to his neck in public.

What he did, you can't even call it regicide or rebellion.

It was only in recent days that Tang Shitui found out that the girl Shui Fu, who made him so happy on the couch, was actually a spy from the Western Xia Kingdom.

This time, it was the Jin Dynasty's "Blood Pagoda" and the Western Xia Dynasty's "Flying Harriers", the two countries' most powerful intelligence organizations, who joined forces to stage a coup.

This made Tang Shitui feel a little relieved. Maybe... he could really succeed?
Even though he comforted himself in this way, he was still anxious and couldn't sleep all night.

But he had no way out.

He was unwilling to retire and live as an idler in the mountains.

Once he took the first hesitant step, there was no turning back.

……

The beauties from the south of the Yangtze River and the beauties from the north of the Yangtze River have two completely different styles.

There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the charming city and then the charming country.

The two new beauties taken in by King Zhao Ju of Jin were from the north.

One of them was called Ren Hansu, and Hansu was from Handan.

Luofu was from Handan, and Qin Shihuang's biological mother, Zhao Ji, was also from Handan.

The beauties from Yan and Zhao were tall, with curvy figures and fit bodies, and had a style very different from that of the women from the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

Another beauty that Prince Jin had recently married was called Bao Fuguang.

Fu Guang was born in Yunzhong, which is Datong, Shanxi, which is famous as the "Hometown of Queens".

In history, this place is the most populous place with the number of queens who were born in Yunzhong.

But this is normal. There are many beauties in places where agriculture and animal husbandry are mixed. But the local area must be relatively stable, and there must be a chance for a noble family to have a chance to marry into the royal family.

The only area that meets both of these conditions is Shanxi.

The two beauties were different from the delicate and light southern beauties. They were cheerful and straightforward, which made Prince Jin especially fond of them. Naturally, they became his new favorites in no time.

It's just that the frequency with which Prince Jin selected beauties was too fast, and the harem was almost full. However, Prince Jin was reluctant to let them suffer, and thus compressed the living space of his concubines.

Therefore, he was busy dealing with his neighbors, trying to buy their houses at a high price so as to expand the area of ​​Prince Jin's Mansion.

This matter has not been accomplished for the time being, because some families are unwilling to sell their ancestral home even if you offer a high price.

Therefore, the two girls, Fu Guang and Han Su, were temporarily placed in the guest house of Prince Jin's Mansion, just like Li Fengniang.

Li Fengniang's residence is right next to Miss Fuguang's residence.

"Sister Fengniang, my father and mother will be back soon."

Zhao Ning'er came to Li Fengniang with a sad face.

It would have been fine if she had never tasted freedom, but these days, she was able to go out of the palace to play and eat what she liked, and she was extremely happy.

When Zhao Ning'er thought about her parents coming back and the possibility of having to go back to the days of being in prison, she felt like the sky was falling.

So, she wanted to ask Li Fengniang for help and ask her to come up with an idea.

"Then there's nothing I can do..."

Thinking of Ning'er's parents being the emperor and empress, Li Fengniang felt helpless: "I wish my father was your father. My father dotes on me. I can do whatever I want."

"Daddy can't just change whenever he wants, so what do you say we should do?"

Li Fengniang was competitive and didn't want to appear incompetent when she was asked for help.

She thought about it seriously and said, "If you ask me, I should go to Uncle Yang for this matter."

Li Fengniang said to Zhao Ning'er, "My uncle has just made a great contribution. I heard from the princess that your father loves him very much now. If he asks for mercy on your behalf, your father will definitely agree."

Zhao Ning'er said happily: "Sister Fengniang's words make sense, so let's go find him?"

Li Fengniang asked, "Isn't he in the forbidden camp outside the city reviewing the troops? You can leave the city, right?"

"No, let's go ask my aunt. As long as my aunt nods, my uncle will definitely agree."

The two little girls whispered to each other for a while, then happily ran away from the corridor, ready to go to the Yang family to bother Luxi.

There was a half-open window next to it, and two girls were sitting by it. They were both tall, bright and generous, and had a northern temperament.

They heard clearly the conversation between Zhao Ning'er and Li Fengniang.

"The Emperor of the Song Dynasty is going back to Beijing..." Han Su sighed softly, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Time flies by so fast..." Fu Guang slowly clenched his fists: "Now, I kind of miss the days when each day felt like a year."

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm and self-mockery, but Han Su did not turn his head to look at her.

Han Su said: "Yes, although those days are sad, they make people feel that this life is so long..."

Han Su's eyes flickered. She didn't have the courage to look at Fu Guang, but she asked tentatively, "Do you think that long days are better, or the short days like now?"

Fu Guang sighed: "Can we decide whether it is long or short?"

Han Su didn't get anything out of his attempts. He was silent for a while, then he just sighed: "Yeah, we... can't help ourselves, how can we make the decision?"

PS: I still owe the leader of the Open Skylight and Speak Frankly two chapters, and I still owe the leader of JJM one chapter...

(End of this chapter)