carriage,

　　 shake;

　　 Ji Chengjue, dressed in silver mink, sat in the carriage, holding a small heater in her hands.

　　 Opposite it, sitting Fan Shaoliang in a long gown;

　　Fan Wenwen’s son, he and his mother were sent out of Chu by Fan Wenwen early and came to the city of Yanjing.

　　 After Yenching,

　　 lives next door to the palace.

　　 Ji Chengyue looked at the young man in thin clothes with a sword in front of him,

　　 shook his head,

　　道:

　　 "You don't know how to be angry when you are young, but you shed tears at Kangkong when you are old."

　　 Fan Shaoliang was instinctively restrained in front of his cousin, although his cousin has always been very approachable and likes to joke, especially when he is with his family, he is gentle and unassuming;

　　 But Fan Shaoliang was still afraid of the current Sixth Prince.

　　 "I really don't feel cold."

　　 "The person surnamed Zheng said in the letter that it is very cold in Jindong, so let me send him more cotton and fur to keep him warm during the winter."

　　 Fan Shaoliang said: "The land of Jindong, compared to my home, should be colder in winter."

"Oh, but the problem is that Xueyuan is right next to his surname Zheng. Snowfield Savage has long been crumpled into a square when he wants to make a circle. He is so embarrassed to open his mouth and ask me. fur?"

"This………"

　　 Fan Shaoliang had met Zheng Houye, and at the same time, his father had also asked him something about Zheng Houye.

　　 So, at this moment, he didn't know how to interject.

　　 Although he is a relative, Fan Shaoliang doesn't feel that he has the qualifications to evaluate that Dayan's new military meritorious officer.

　　 Ji Chengyue sighed unhappily.

　　道:

　　 "However, that guy is really afraid of the cold. In winter, he will wear a lot of clothes, even if he looks like you, he is too angry."

　　 "Cousin, I can't control the circulation of my energy and blood because I can't control the circulation of energy and blood. If I want to come to Zheng Houye, it should be..."

　　 "He is also a half-hearted in practice, but he is better than me."

　　 "Master Zheng Hou..."

　　The example of King Jingnan is before,

　　 Defeated the Juggernaut, led the army on an expedition, invincible;

　　 Naturally, Zheng Houye, who was vaguely regarded as the next generation of Dayan's military god, was also named a third-level master.

　　 The common people may think that such a powerful Pingxihou, how could his personal cultivation level be low?

some of,

　　 also includes Fan Shaoliang.

　　Because he had seen the scene of Zheng Houye entering Chu to **** the princess, how could he have this courage if he did not rely on his own strength?

can only say,

　　 When your status reaches a certain height,

　　 When the people below look at you, they will be shrouded in the sun, and naturally they will be haloed.

　　 "Your father's letter, did you read it?"

　　 "Look, Dad meant to let me study in Yanjing City."

　　 paused,

　　 Fan Shaoliang said again;

　　 "Let me do things by my cousin."

　　 Ji Chengyue nodded and said:

　　 "It's all due to emotion and reason. In the battle of Chu Chu, your Fan family contributed a lot, and the follow-up award will not come down until a year ago. At that time, your Fan family will not have a hereditary prefect."

　　 The hereditary prefect, in fact, is equivalent to a small model of "Cracking the Earth".

This was done by the Ganren first. Back then, in order to better manage and pacify the Southwest Turks’ rebellion, the Tusi official title was set up for the Turks who were willing to go to the court, which was equivalent to one hereditary. The county grandfather and the prefect.

　　 Externally, he is a minister of the imperial court; internally, he is still the "king" of one side.

　　 "My father actually doesn't want these rewards." Fan Shaoliang pursed his lips, "I know my father, what he wants is that the Fan family is like a normal family, multiplying, living, and no longer being a slave."

　　Ji Chengyue automatically ignored these words of Fan Shaoliang.

　　 When communicating when the levels are not equal, it is easy to speak naively.

　　Fan Wenwen didn't want the Fan family to be a slave. Ji Chengyue believed this, and Ji Chengyue didn't believe it just for this.

　　The slave turned over, not to escape the status of a slave, nor to break the rules, but to be a slave and see the benefits of being a master;

　　 He is, he wants to be the master.

　　 It's just these words, there is no need to explain to the young man in front of him.

　　 This is still a piece of uncut jade, Ji Chengjue admires it very much. It may not be ten years later that the Fan family can migrate from the Mengshan area, provided that Fan Shaoliang can gain a firm foothold in Yanjing.

Of course,

　　 As soon as he established a faculty, he thought about cutting his faculty, which is equivalent to taking off his pants and farting.

　　At this time,

　　 The front of the carriage was stopped by a team of soldiers.

　　 Zhang Gonggong who drove the car showed the token of the palace,

　　 The guards of the mausoleum all saluted the carriage:

　　 "See His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness Fukang."

　　 Ji Chengyue didn't show up.

　　 a little while,

　　 The carriage continued to move forward and entered the imperial tomb.

　　Each generation of emperors from the day of his ascension, whether he is an old prince or a young child, from that day on, the mausoleum will be put on the agenda and construction will begin.

　　 This is a huge project, and it has been the rule of the king since ancient times.

　　 Emperor,

　　The glory of life has been unable to satisfy him,

　　 Even after death, he still wants to keep his pomp.

　　When the national power is strong, the mausoleum is cultivated to be more atmospheric, when the national power is weak... you have to cultivate a bit more atmospheric, you say it is swollen face to fill the fat man, you say that you are doing feng shui for yourself;

　　 Anyway, this is the top priority.

　　 The ancestors of the previous Yan Kingdom are no exception.

　　 until,

　　 His father's emperor ascended the throne.

　　 First of all, the layout of his father's mausoleum was restricted to a very small size, probably only one-tenth of the size of the first emperor.

　　 is really too small to look at.

　　 At that time, the ruling and opposition parties might have thought that Emperor Yan was doing it deliberately because he wanted to sweep away the extravagant and extravagant atmosphere of the former emperor's reign.

　　 But only the princes who are qualified to replace their dragon chair know that,

　　 In the future, no matter which of the brothers sits in that position, in the matter of repairing the mausoleum, the specifications will inevitably not exceed that of my own Lao Tzu, and in order to show respect, it will have to continue to shrink.

　　Unless you are a talented person and have done a greater deed than your own laozi, you will not have the face to change this rule.

　　Similarly, the living nobles, after the emperor’s mausoleum size has been reduced, how dare they commit a taboo to surpass the emperor?

　　 naturally, it will shrink accordingly.

　　 Ji Chengyue feels that this is the "foundation" and the establishment of "rules."

　　 At this point, my father did a lot of things without showing up before;

　　 Without much fanfare, a large monument was erected on the edge of the imperial road outside Yanjing City, on which was carved piece by piece of new law;

That one,

　　 useless.

　　 What is really useful is to turn yourself into a monument. When future generations of children and grandchildren encounter the same thing, they will naturally follow you as an example and use you as a standard.

　　 There is a tradition in Xia people. They do not respect the rules very much, but they respect their ancestors very much.

　　The ancestors are also divided into three or six or nine grades. Later generations will see that which ancestor is wise and martial, and which ancestor is awkward, is actually clear at a glance.

　　 Ji Chengyue slowly closed her eyes,

in childhood,

　　 Many people have said, including his father,

　　 I look a lot like him.

　　 Sinking for so many years,

After 　　 beat himself in charge of the household department and held a big wedding, this statement was brought up again.

　　 People with intentions, unintentional people, and people with ulterior motives, with their own different purposes, are creating momentum for themselves.

　　 In the Beijing restaurant,

　　 Ji Chengyue took the Tu family girl home,

　　 once said eloquently,

　　 Today, Ji Chengyu entered the game again.

　　 Why can he play with Zheng Fan? In the beginning, there is really no interest;

　　 After all, he was pretending to be a pig at that time, and he hadn’t seen a steamed tiger yet, his surname was Zheng, he was still a grassroots, a lieutenant;

　　 Therefore, it is really congenial;

　　 That kind of narcissistic hypocrisy,

　　 surnamed Zheng,

　　 Ji Chengyue also has it.

　　 He felt that if it were not for his father’s deliberate suppression,

　　 Don't care about what happened,

　　Ta Ji Lao Liu,

　　 can definitely do better and better than the original Situ Lei.

but,

　　 suddenly,

　　 You look up,

Just discovered,

　　 The lion who was dying old and fell into a dying candle year in sickness,

　　 what he showed,

　　 is something completely different from myself.

　　 conspiracy,

　　 trick,

　　Calculation,

　　 layout,

　　 No matter how many people you have, no matter how powerful you are, no matter how dense the chess pieces are,

　　 in the end,

　　 In front of the dignified face, they were all so vulnerable.

　　 myself,

　　 I was obsessed before, but fell into a dead end.

　　 And the one with the surname Zheng,

　　 He once said a sentence, that sentence sounded nothing at the time, but now in a different mood, and then take it out and taste it, there is a kind of transparency that can see through the turmoil and point to the essence:

　　 Political power comes out of the knife.

　　 "He has already seen clearly."

　　 "Huh?" Fan Shaoliang didn't understand.

　　 Ji Chengyue did not explain, but got up, and the carriage stopped at this time.

　　 The tomb of the current Emperor Yan has arrived,

　　 But,

　　His royal father is still in Houyuan,

　　 came here at this time, naturally it is impossible to mourn his surviving father.

　　 But after his third brother left, the emperor made an order to let the third brother be buried in his mausoleum, and the father and son were buried with him.

　　 Many ministers wrote letters praising that this is the highest courtesy of being a son of man and a minister, accompany the imperial mausoleum!

　　 But in Ji Laoliu's view,

　　 is nothing more than his father wants to save some money.

　　 got out of the carriage,

　　 The depression in the winter is very clear in the tomb.

　　 Even if his father’s tomb was reduced a lot according to the old system, it is still very big here.

　　 Fan Shaoliang couldn't help but speak at the back:

　　 "Cousin, it's inappropriate to come here at this time, right?"

　　 These words were not his turn to ask, but he thought, since he is a relative, he should say.

　　 Even though, my cousin probably won't answer.

　　 In fact, Ji Chengyu did not answer.

　　 because,

　　Ji Chengyue himself doesn’t know why, on a whim yesterday, he wanted to come here to see the third brother.

　　 He also understood that he couldn't conceal anything about coming to the imperial tomb today, and he didn't want to conceal it.

　　Father is seriously ill,

　　He came to see the imperial tomb,

　　 Even if you explain to the outside world that you are condoning your third brother, who will believe it?

　　This move,

　　 Just like the folk relatives are seriously ill, you go to the Shoucai shop to buy paper money back.

　　 However, for Ji Laoliu, now is a sensitive period, anyway, there are too many lice, so I am not afraid to bite;

　　For some real ministers, they may be surprised and puzzled as to why the six princes, who have such a clever political approach, made such low-level mistakes at this time.

　　 "I have seen His Highness Six."

　　 An old **** came over with a broomstick.

　　 The old eunuch's surname was Qin, who had been ranked before Wei Zhonghe, but because of a crime, he was demoted by his father to guard the mausoleum in advance.

　　 Ji Chengyue nodded to him,

　　道;

　　 "It's cold, add more clothes."

　　 talking,

　　 Ji Chengyue covered her nose,

　　道:

　　 "Also drink less wine."

　　 "Hehe." The old **** Qin smiled, and pointed behind him, "His Royal Highness came to see the Third Highness, right?"

　　 Ji Chengyue nodded.

　　 "It's a coincidence."

　　 The old **** Qin stepped back silently, gesturing a "two" in his hand.

　　 Prince,

Is 　　 there?

　　 Ji Chengyue continued walking inward,

　　 As expected,

　　 front,

　　 saw a prince in a white brocade robe.

　　 When Li Yinglian saw Ji Chengyu coming, she was surprised at first, then quietly stepped back, and went north and south with Father Zhang, guarding both sides.

　　 Both of them have the skills of a Qi refiner. The fight may not be on the real master table, but there are some methods to prevent eavesdropping.

　　 In this situation,

　　 Whatever you say next,

　　 Unless the dead third brother crawled out of the coffin to find the father to inform the emperor, it is basically impossible to leak out.

　　 are all princes,

　　 One is the prince, and the other is the wealthy God of Household of Yan Kingdom,

　　 If you can't even guarantee your loyalty when you are a personal companion, you can really get a piece of tofu and kill you.

　　 "Second brother, I'm thin."

　　 Ji Chengyue said.

　　 The prince smiled,

　　道:

"Every time I meet, you say that I am thinner, and you have said it several times, am I now skin and bones? Or maybe the third brother who is buried underneath has more flesh than me? "

　　 The dead are gone,

　　 joking about the dead,

　　 inappropriate;

　　 But to put it bluntly, it doesn't matter if the one buried underground is my brother.

　　 Ordinary people are very afraid of ghosts, and instinctively reject the dead from the mourning hall, but that's because the dead didn't kiss you.

　　If you really kissed him, you would have liked him to sit up suddenly and have a few more drinks with you.

　　 "How come you want to come here every year and every season?" the prince asked.

　　 "When I come over during the holidays, it seems to be a form."

　　 The prince nodded and said, "Yes."

　　 immediately,

Prince 　　 sat down on the next step,

　　道;

　　 "It's a coincidence."

　　 Ji Chengyue bowed to the monument, then turned around, walked to the prince, and sat down.

　　道:

　　 "It's really a coincidence. The second brother doesn't need to check who has leaked the secret when he goes back. It saves time and effort."

　　 "I didn't have that interest at all." The prince shook his head, "You thought I didn't know, your people, long ago put me through a sieve."

　　 "When the East Palace is in the Ming Dynasty, it is naturally easier to attract moths."

　　 "Xu is indeed the truth."

　　 "So, the second brother really doesn't care anymore."

　　"It’s useless to care. I’m not as good as you when it comes to buying people’s hearts, arranging manpower, layout, and political disputes. Since I can’t compare, it’s better not to compare;

　　 more than ever,

　　 damaged,

　　 is my own vitality, Dayan. "

　　 "Co-author, I have been singing a one-man show?"

　　 "Sixth brother."

"Ok?"

　　 "You are very powerful, better than me, and I will not deliberately pretend to say that I am doing nothing, but in fact, I am still a bit discouraged."

　　 Ji Chengyue nodded.

　　 The prince let out a sigh,

　　道:

　　 "Zheng Fan has been sealed."

　　 "His wings are hard." Ji Chengjue took out the snuff bottle, took a breath, and squeezed his nose, "Second brother wouldn't think I can still move him now, right?"

　　 This is not self-effacing, nor is it a cover up,

　　 facts,

indeed so,

　　 Ji Lao Liu has clearly felt the rhythm of the girl surnamed Zheng starting to walk around the brothel and then pull out the job to persuade the girl to follow along.

　　 Prince suddenly stretched out his hand,

　　 hesitated,

　　 held Ji Chengyue.

　　 Ji Chengyue trembled,

　　 turned his head and glanced at the hand on his other shoulder.

　　风,

　　 blowing,

　　 rolled up a few fallen leaves;

　　 The prince smiled,

　　 pointed to the front,

　　道:

　　 "Remember, before."

　　Before,

The prince 　　 also held Ji Chengyue’s shoulders in this way,

　　 The three princes stood not far away, reciting poems emotionally.

　　 The prince frowned, thinking that this was an insult to the character of Yan Ren, and he learned to be as stern as that man, and he would really not be able to lift a knife by then.

At that time, Ji Chengjue was small and intelligent. In addition, he was loved by the Emperor Yan. He curled his lips disdainfully. He only felt that his third brother had a lot of water in his head, and he even wanted to read the poems and verses so emotionally that he could show up in front of his father. .

　　 "I didn't come that night, brothers, blame me."

　　 "If you come or not, it's all the same, but you should come."

　　 "Yes, I should come. If I come, it proves that I still have some human touch. There is still an explanation for the boss, the fourth and the fifth, and even the seventh."

　　 "It's a benefit without expense."

"Correct."

　　 A smile appeared on the corner of the prince’s mouth.

　　道;

　　 "Actually, I really feel that there is no need to come. The third child is just a step ahead. It won't be long before I can see it below.

　　 Then,

　　 He will show off the poem he just wrote and recite to me over and over again. "

　　 Ji Chengyue is noncommittal.

　　 reached this level,

　　 It's too difficult to impress him with the true feelings;

　　 at best, sigh,

　　 is not moved.

　　 "It's uncomfortable, you have done so much, you have arranged so much, it's not that the father pulled the frame several times, I got out of the East Palace long ago."

　　 Ji Chengyue shook his head.

　　道;

　　 "Second brother is in front of him, I'm more relaxed, my father, is not a good waiter."

　　 "I can tell, this is the truth." The prince paused and continued, "But you could have many ways to get that position.

right now,

　　 The wind direction has changed,

　　 Father Huang means,

　　 is to let the north and south kings enter the capital,

　　 My Dayan situation started with them, and naturally they had to cover the coffin. "

　　 The two kings of the north and south came to Beijing,

　　 This is an overwhelming force.

　　Whether it is politically or militaryly or in the hearts of the people,

　　 is enough to make any careerist desperate ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ can only kneel down and obey.

　　 "Father, I didn't give you a chance to make a decision by yourself," the prince said.

　　 "Hmm." Ji Chengyu nodded.

　　 "Who would you choose?"

　　 "You are the prince, ask me this?"

　　 "I think Xiaoqi is the most suitable choice."

　　 "The main reason is that the country is suspicious."

　　 "But for any party, it can be an explanation, I, Dayan, seems to really need a ten-year-old master and country doubt." The prince said.

　　 "Second brother, what do you mean?"

　　 "You said, if I resign from the East Palace and build momentum for Xiao Qi, will you hate me to death?"

　　 "It's up to you, anyway, we ourselves can't decide anything." Ji Chengjue stretched out his hand, picked up a dead leaf, held it in his palm, and gently crushed it.

　　 The prince nodded,

　　道:

　　 "You have to have a prerequisite for this."

　　 Ji Chengyue looked at the prince and said, "What premise?"

In the eyes of the prince 　　, there was a chill of coldness,

　　道;

　　 "Before the old thing dies."

　　

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