The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 1 The Phoenix Falls

In the first year of Jianping of Emperor Ai of Han Dynasty, Jiyang.

A red light soared into the sky, the red light surged, unpredictable, and looked like a phoenix, revealing a mysterious and vast aura, hovering over the Jiyang County Government, as if waiting for something.

At the Jiazi period, a cry of a newborn baby shocked the tranquility of the county government.

With the birth of the baby, the phoenix fell into the county government in a moment.

In an instant, the entire county government shone red light and the room was clear.

In that year, in Jiyang County, all the rice grains are one stem and nine ears, and are called "Xiu"!

In the same year, a song circulated in Jiyang: "The red light soars into the sky, the phoenix is ​​gathered, the nine ears of Jiahe, the king is coming!"...

The first year of Emperor Ai of Han Dynasty’s Yuanshou, Xindu.

In the middle of winter, there is no wind. In the night sky, thick snowflakes scatter like white feathers, dyeing the earth into silver.

Wang Mang, forty-three years old, sat alone by the small window on the top of the tall building, looking at the heavy snow outside the window in a desolate way.

Even though Xindu County is his fiefdom, the house is still a bit too small compared to his identity.

The tallest building in the house is just a three-story building.

This is his mansion and his cage.

Five years ago, after Emperor Cheng passed away, the Xin Emperor ascended the throne and the Ding relatives gained power. Wang Mang had to return to his fiefdom, Xindu, and stayed alone in the mansion.

Now, there is only this small new city left in his world.

There is only a small attic on the top floor of the small building, which is only a radius of only one meter. There are no carved beams and painted buildings, and there are no precious jade artifacts. In the attic, there is only a table and a mat, placed next to the window.

On the table, there were simple three or two plates of side dishes, as well as a bottle and a jar.

The dish was almost gone, but the full bottle of wine was about to come to an end.

The charcoal fire at the bottom of the bottle had already been extinguished and the wine was cold. Although there was no wind, the cold air had already penetrated from the wide open windows, invading the small room above the tall building.

But Wang Mang never closed the window.

Since returning to Xindu, Wang Mang just sat here from morning to night every day, looking out the window from high buildings. Day after day, it has never changed.

Even the servants in the mansion often occasionally discuss in private whether the master has hysteria and is stupid.

But he was the only one who knew why Wang Mang did this.

He is waiting.

Wait for a key.

Wait for a key to open the cage.

Wang Mang used a spoon to scoop up the last little wine and poured it over the last one.

It seems that today is another wasted day.

So after drinking this, go to bed.

Wang Mang sighed lightly, picked up the wine, and when he was about to drink it, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Apart from an elderly servant who was still waiting downstairs to serve, the people in the mansion had already fallen asleep. The original world was quiet, and you could even hear the gentle rustling of snowflakes falling on the ground.

However, at this moment, in the distant darkness, there was an almost inaudible sound of horse hooves.

Moreover, from far to near, it gradually became bigger.

Wang Mang could clearly feel that his heart began to pound wildly.

He didn't care about drinking anymore, so he paused the wine on the table, stood up and walked towards the window.

Outside the window was a vast night, and in the dark clouds, even a moonlight could not be seen. Although the snow had covered the entire earth, from the window, I could only see endless darkness.

However, the sound of horse hooves has become clearer and closer as time goes by.

Wang Mang held the window frame with one hand, and his fist was clenched with the other hand. His nails penetrated deep into the flesh, but he could not feel any pain or a trace of blood shed.

There is no second reason for the galloping horses walking on the snow late at night.

The sound of horse hooves came from afar. When the sound came, the person immediately arrived at the gate of the mansion.

Just as Wang Mang's heart was surging, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed.

As if a pair of giant hands were separated from the middle to the sides, a narrow gap appeared in the dark clouds, barely revealing a full moon in the sky.

The moonlight sprinkled from the cracks of the dark clouds and fell on the ground. It just so happened that a long belt of light reflected between the mansion gate and the small building, like a road.

The servants in the mansion were already asleep, and no one had time to open the door, but the person who came had already jumped from the horse's back and gently crossed the tall mansion door and landed in the courtyard.

It was a thin figure wearing a black suit and a big hat on his head. The long journey did not seem to have damaged his energy at all. As soon as he landed, he ran towards the small building.

It is along the road projected by the moonlight.

At this moment, Wang Mang no longer felt hesitant in his heart.

The key he was waiting for finally arrived.

The figure had passed through the courtyard in an instant and rushed into the small building. Before the old servant could finish his exclamation, the figure had already climbed to the top of the building, took off his hat, and knelt in front of Wang Mang.

He was a handsome boy, and his childishness could be seen between his eyebrows. Although the snowflakes on his body shook a lot while running, his clothes were still wet.

"Lord, the emperor has decided to summon the Lord to return to the court. The edict has been drafted, and the document will be written soon."

The boy in black lowered his head and spoke in a deep voice.

Wang Mang stretched out his hand and picked up the Jiujue on the side. But he had to use extreme force to control his hands from shaking.

"Get up, Han Zhuo. I have said it many times, you don't have to do this."

“Yes, Lord.”

The boy in black then stood up, but he just leaned down and stood aside, with his hands hanging on both sides, respectfully and cautiously.

Wang Mang drank the wine of Jue Zhong. The cold wine slid down from his throat, but there was a sense of enthusiasm in his chest, but it was not extinguished at all. Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, making it even more intense.

Putting down the wine, Wang Mang walked to the window again and looked out the window.

The dark clouds in the sky, the narrow and long crack, are gradually expanding. The moonlight shining down has changed from a small path to a wider and wider avenue.

A whistling sound gradually sounded in the night sky. The breeze blew into the window, filling the small room, blowing up the corners of Wang Mang's robe, and making a sound.

"Han Zhuo, listen, the wind is blowing."

After a long time, Wang Mang turned around and looked at the boy in black. His originally calm face was full of passion.

"Yes. Please close the window for the master." said a young man named Han Zhuo.

"Close the window? The wind that blows the times has come, why should I block it out the window?" Wang Mang laughed and shook his head: "Didn't you hear that there is a poem from my predecessors: Good winds often leverage my power to send me to the sky?"

"I have never read books, don't understand poetry, and have never heard these two sentences." Han Zhuo shook his head calmly.

"Of course you don't understand." Wang Mang walked to Han Zhuo and patted the young man's thin shoulders hard: "But... not only you, but who can hear these two lines of poetry in the world?"

With Wang Mang's laughter, the dark clouds in the sky completely dissipated, and it was clear and the breeze gradually turned into a strong wind.

Although the snow in the sky has stopped, under the wind, the snow on the ground is blown up wildly, floating around the world in the wind. It looks like it is much bigger than just now.

"The storm of the times has blown... Before stopping, can every snowflake avoid the fate of dancing to death..."

Wang Mang bent the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Blow vigorously, the mist of destiny that has come for me!
Chapter completed!