"Chen, follow the decree."

Master Zheng Hou got up and walked to the carriage.

At this time, his gaze swept to Ji Laoliu who was kneeling on the side inadvertently.

Ji Laoliu also seemed to feel a little bit at this moment and raised his head.

then,

Ji Laoliu saw Zheng Houye turn his eyes naturally again, perfectly staggered.

Ha ha,

Ji Laoliu lowered his head again.

He is not angry,

Because when the father asked the prince to drive the car, King Jingnan could say that Pingxihou was more suitable to drive the car;

But he Zheng Houye, it is impossible to walk over and say another sentence:

The Sixth Prince is better at driving than Chen.

Waiting to go to the carriage,

The prince took two steps back and met Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan and the prince met at the same time;

I didn't say a word, because the prince was already very embarrassed.

Subsequently,

Emperor Yan and King Jingnan got into the carriage.

Zheng Fan got into the carriage, picked up the reins, and started to drive the carriage.

It is technically difficult to drive a carriage, but the horses that can be pulled in your Majesty’s carriage have been extremely tamed and trained. If the reins are gently pulled, they can steadily hit the road and drag the carriage forward.

The carriage opened, and the kneeling crowd around began to give way.

No one dares to stop this carriage.

Enter the east gate of Yanjing, and then go to the official road, and then to the imperial road. All the way, the imperial army is guarding it. On both sides are the black people kneeling down, and the mountain is hoping long live.

The people don’t know what the prince’s prison is,

They only knew that their Emperor, His Majesty, had recuperated in the Houyuan for a long, long time.

They have become accustomed to Emperor Yan as the sky above their heads. This sense of security cannot be replaced by Prince Raoshi or the Sixth Prince.

Similarly,

This is true for the people, for the ruling and opposition parties, and for the military.

For thousands of years, the emperors have been pursuing great achievements, pursuing the expansion of territories, this kind of feat is not just for the sake of history, but also a kind of accumulation and consolidation of personal prestige;

Because the emperor is the supreme of the ninety-five years, the supreme of a country.

In today's world, among the nations, there is no monarch of a country that has a great accomplishment comparable to that of the Emperor Yan.

The so-called brutal warrior,

The so-called people don’t have a living,

The so-called prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer;

In many cases, it is not the voice of the real people, because the vast majority of the people are illiterate and cannot write such opposing words.

The people of Yanjing City are among the people with the highest standard of living in Dayan, including Shanxi. Most of them are not close to the people.

Even if it is true that Dayan suffers from a drought at this time, the villages where the people don’t have a livelihood, and the food is easy to eat, go to visit and ask, the skinny old Yan people say they can’t continue to stand the Emperor Yan’s longevity tablet at home. The thief God sent a catastrophe, but he would never scold this emperor.

Master Zheng Hou, who was driving,

Looking at the people on both sides,

In my heart,

Have more and more enlightenment;

When you stand in a different position, your thinking angle is naturally different.

Emperor Yan did launch foreign wars time and time again, dragging the entire country to the brink of collapse, but there are people doing things that people in the world are not qualified to make a conclusion.

Retaining the next generation, or the next generation, even, what the thousands of people at that time referred to, the independent husband and the people thief, thousands of years later, will be the eternal emperor praised by thousands of people.

The palace gate, open.

A group of eunuchs knelt down on their sides,

Shouted in unison:

"The slave welcomes your majesty back to the palace!"

"The slave welcomes your majesty back to the palace!"

Zheng Houye slightly increased the strength of holding the reins, and the carriage drove into the palace gate at a slightly faster speed.

This signifies,

His Majesty the Emperor of Dayan,

He once again entered Dayan's true power center, although he had never been lost at all.

Master Zheng Hou subconsciously tilted his head slightly and glanced at the car curtain behind him;

This is the last reflection, right?

This is true for the emperor's majesty,

This is true of the situation where the big Yanhu is overpowering the East,

To the three people who stood together in the past, the Iron Triangle, like this;

For this era,

As it is.

Many people know that Emperor Yan's body is already crumbling.

It’s not a secret, and it’s not secret at all;

The years of recuperation in Houyuan are not actually recuperation, but hard work;

After that winter, this spring, the previous summer, and finally, this autumn.

He is back,

he,

Also came back

In the center of the empire, the seat still belongs to him, and there are two seats below it.

A king who everyone knows is dying,

With this method,

Under the premise of almost preserving the operation of this country's imperial court, the reins were once again held.

Look at the ministers kneeling there,

Who,

And the courage to go against the will of the emperor in the next time?

What is authority?

What is the art of power?

What is the real summit?

Last night, Zheng Fan asked Sun Ying to remember to see more today. In fact, it was Zheng Houye himself who saw the most direct and deepest feelings today.

This carriage,

It really wasn't for nothing.

After entering the palace, Grandpa Wei came to lead the way and led Zheng Fan to drive the carriage to the imperial study room.

In the imperial study room, preparations have been made, and the heating room has been heated up.

When Emperor Yan got off the car, Zheng Fan noticed that there was obviously sweat on his forehead. The emperor was afraid of heat.

But he still walked into the somewhat boring imperial study room, and sat down in his place.

From beginning to end,

Tian Wujing didn't say a word with Yan Huang.

In the carriage before, the two did not communicate.

Yes it is,

Zheng Houye is the coachman, and he can testify.

When the emperor entered the imperial study room, King Jingnan stood at the door.

He won't go in,

Naturally, Zheng Fan couldn't get in.

Emperor Yan did not tell anyone to call him in either;

Stood for a while,

Tian Wujing turned around and walked out.

Zheng Fan followed.

Inside and outside the palace, the entire Yanjing City, at this moment, are racking their brains to think about what they will chat in the Imperial Study Room. I don't know where it is, but probably few people know that they actually don't have a chat.

"Your Majesty, the King of Jingnan Heping Xihou, went to Fengzheng Palace."

Fengzheng Palace was once the palace where the empress empress lived.

After the death of Empress Empress, she remained vacant there, and Emperor Yan did not establish a new queen.

Emperor Yan sitting on a chair,

Both arms supported the handrails on both sides,

look,

It's so deep that people don't dare to look directly at it.

For a while,

Emperor Yan closed his eyes,

The whole person's anger, as if suddenly relaxed, leaned on the chair.

The magnanimity of the dragon robe suddenly appeared after losing this spirit.

Wei Zhonghe "clicked" in his heart.

But after seeing your majesty’s breathing still steady,

Just let go

His Majesty,

Is asleep.

But at the same time,

He didn't know when he was already in his heart, ready for his majesty's death at any time.

Emperor,

Will be old too,

Emperor,

It's impossible to really long live long live long live long live long live.

Wei Zhonghe stepped back cautiously, with a light from the corner of his eyes, he looked at the corner of the imperial study room, but didn't stay for long, and walked to the door.

Half arched,

Hands hanging in front of you,

Standing,

Waiting,

as usual,

When your majesty has a nap,

He was waiting at the door for His Majesty to wake up.

He used to wait like this at the entrance of the study of the Prince's Mansion,

I also waited like this outside the East Palace Chamber,

I also waited for many years at the entrance of the Imperial Study Room,

He is used to it,

Soon after he got used to it, his Majesty, who only allowed himself to take a short nap, would call him to serve tea and continue to deal with the government affairs that seemed to be never finished.

A piece of withered yellow leaves fell down, just on the surface of Wei Zhonghe's boots.

This dead leaf,

The green color has long since disappeared,

Only clear stem veins remain,

stiff,

fragile,

Like...

Wei Zhonghe raised his body slightly.

Like myself.

...

The door of Fengzheng Palace was not locked, but there were always several eunuchs who took care of it at the door.

Here, someone specially cleans it, so it won't be run-down.

after all,

The Empress Empress was the biological mother of the prince. When the prince was in charge of the country, it was impossible not to explain to Fengzheng Palace.

It stands to reason,

Foreign men are not allowed to enter the palace;

But obviously, this rule has no restriction for King Jingnan.

The Ouchi guards along the way, when they saw him, they just knelt down and saluted, and no one dared to stop him.

Occasionally, the palace maids and eunuchs of the harem saw the Jingnan King and Heping Xihou coming one after another, and they all knelt down on both sides of the road in fright, and did not dare to breathe.

open the door,

Step into the palace.

Inside, neatness means neatness, but without the owner's palace, it is really like a person who has lost his soul, and it is difficult to find the so-called spirit.

No matter how good the house is, no matter how beautiful the yard is, after all, it is a place for people to live in.

King Jingnan stood in the yard, looking at the chrysanthemum clusters in the flowerbed.

His sister loves chrysanthemum the most;

Zheng Fan stood beside him, just watching, not talking.

Standing in the yard for a long time,

King Jingnan opened the inner door and left the bedroom.

The furnishings inside, as always, only the bed was covered with a curtain.

Next to the bed, there is a couch, where the master sleeps on the bed and the maidservant sleeps under the bed, which is convenient for serving.

Tian Wujing walked to the couch and sat down.

Zheng Fan walked around behind Tian Wujing, not to block his vision.

According to folk rumors, the King of Great Yan Jingnan was a demon that the six relatives did not recognize;

In his early years, there were even rumors that he sold the whole clan for glory.

This statement is actually untenable, because the situation at that time was that the big family of family members worked together and wanted to let the two princes of the North and the South join the king;

But there were many people who believed this statement at the time.

In the eyes of the world, people who are not recognized by the six relatives must be bad people, and they must love glory and wealth.

As for the original glory and wealth of the Tian family, most people don't have this concept.

It's just that as Nanhou took command, he made great victories, no one mentioned this kind of argument.

Many people are actually worried. This demon, who is not recognized by the six relatives, must not rebel. If he wants to rebel, who can stop it?

Zheng Fan paid special attention, Lao Tian did not shed tears, nor closed his eyes, to cherish memory;

He seemed to just come back and take a look at his sister.

The death of the cuckoo, its mystery, has not yet been completely solved;

But in addition to the cuckoo, there is also the death of one person, the same is the death of the queen.

Xiaoliuzi’s letter said that that night, if it were not for the death of the queen, the wedding of the prince would be indefinitely far away, and it would even be impossible for the prince and the princess to be together again because of the "inconsistent character";

That night,

He Ji Laoliu had to go underground first.

Although Ji Laoliu didn't say anything about this matter, it is conceivable that there must be a problem with this matter.

Because when Ji Laoliu faced Qi Shu that night, he asked Qi Shu to wait until dawn before shooting himself.

he,

What are you waiting for?

Master Zheng Hou took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

Today, he feels that he is witnessing the real history. Just imagine that he, an immersive person, facing the three people in the most core circle of this empire, still seems to be shrouded in layers of mist;

How ridiculous people in later generations who think they know everything after reading a history book are really ridiculous.

In fact, Tian Wujing got up without sitting for long.

Zheng Fan continued to follow.

The two left Fengzheng Palace,

even,

Out of the palace.

The soldiers and horses they brought were settled in the camp outside the city, but the guards still came in. At the gate of the palace, guards from the two families were waiting, and both of them were crawling there.

Tian Wujing got on Pai Yao, and Zheng Fan sat on his end too.

Suddenly,

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,

Road:

"Lead the way, my king, I don't know the way."

"Where to go, Lord?"

"My Tian family's tomb."

"..." Zheng Fan.

That night, the King of Jingnan killed himself and his family;

Subsequently,

It was Zheng Fan who was asked to stay and pick up the body.

Since then, in more than four years, Tian Wujing has never returned to Beijing, nor has he ever visited his tomb.

Find people and ask for directions, where is the house;

"The prince comes with me."

The Tian family originally had an ancestral tomb, but it was obvious that after that night, it was obviously impossible to bury the dead people in the ancestral tomb.

The burial place was under a hill not far from the Tian family’s home.

What surprised Zheng Fan was,

King Jingnan did not enter it, but stopped after a long glance at the location of the tomb.

then,

Pai Yao under the crotch turned and wanted to return.

coming,

Didn't go to see,

Like just come over,

Recognize a way.

Zheng Houye followed the King of Jingnan back, and did not enter Beijing again, but rushed to the big camp outside the city.

Before entering the camp,

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,

Asked:

"Are you going to Beijing?"

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "Where the prince is, I will be there."

Subsequently,

Zheng Fan accompanied King Jingnan back to camp.

After the two entered the handsome tent together, the soldiers stepped forward to help them unarm.

"Are you hungry?"

Tian Wujing asked.

Zheng Fan nodded and said, "I'm hungry."

"Then eat."

As promised, the soldiers went down to prepare meals.

quickly,

A table of exquisite meals was brought in.

After all, it's just outside the capital, and the city has long since sent wine and meat to reward the sergeant. It's normal to eat well.

Not only is this in the handsome tent, today the prince ordered that the ban on alcohol be lifted, and the soldiers can also drink.

Zheng Fan picked up the chopsticks,

Is preparing to lay chopsticks,

But he found that Lao Tian picked up the jug and poured wine for Zheng Fan.

Master Zheng Hou immediately put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine glass;

After pouring,

Lao Tian poured himself another glass.

Master Zheng Hou stood up, ready to clink glasses with Lao Tian.

Lao Tian picked up the wine glass,

Master Zheng Hou's cup touched the bottom of Lao Tian's cup.

Subsequently,

Drink it all in one go.

Lao Tian also drank it.

Zheng Houye got up again, took the initiative to pick up the hip flask, and filled it with both sides.

then,

sit down,

Pick up the chopsticks,

When preparing to sandwich dishes,

But after seeing Lao Tian picking up his chopsticks,

With chopsticks,

Inserted into the rice bowl in front of him.

Master Zheng Hou froze for a while.

He didn't pick up the dishes, but put his chopsticks across the mouth of the bowl.

Tian Wujing pointed at Zheng Fan's bowls and chopsticks.

Road:

"you eat."

"Yes, Lord."

Zheng Fan picked up the bowls and chopsticks, without hesitation, he began to eat like a wind.

He ate a lot and ate very hard,

But finally,

I ate most of the food on the small table,

At last,

He even brought the bowl of rice with chopsticks in it and ate it.

Now,

I really eat so that my belly can't stand it.

Lao Tian has no appetite,

But Lao Tian’s habit is not to let himself have any feelings of weakness and sadness;

such as,

The meals at this table,

Much left,

It is showing weakness.

"Come here." Zheng Fan shouted.

The guards came in and withdrew the small table.

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan, who was a little uncomfortable, and shook his head, saying, "You can have the rest."

"It's okay, I don't like wasting food."

Some things, in fact, are tacit to each other, so there is no need to explain too much.

You saved me so many times,

I'll just hold your belly for you once.

Tian Wujing put a waist card in front of him. It was Jingnan Wang Ling.

Road:

"keep it."

Zheng Fan shook his head and smiled; "You know, I don't need this."

"Look, in front of whom."

Zheng Fan was silent.

finally,

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and held Wang Ling in his hand.

"Come on." Tian Wujing said.

Zheng Fan stood up, walked to the entrance of the tent, stopped, turned his head, and walked to Tian Wujing.

Tao;

"Brother, I don't have any energy this day. Are you telling the story?"

Tian Wujing shook his head.

"Don’t forget that you promised me. You really want to get free. You have to tell me in advance, whether we choose the sunset or the morning glow, whether we choose the black cloak or the red cloak, I have to let me come. make a decision.

Not telling you,

If I don’t work in the army, I will be a painter, and I can also eat food. The golden hands in the palace are better than the artistic conception. I may not be better than them, but I really need to talk about who paints more delicately and has a better picture. ~lightnovelpub.net~ I am really not ashamed to compare with them.

You have to prepare me mentally,

You have to give me a psychological preparation,

I'm asking now, that's it.

You want me to swear that this black dragon banner will not fall, and I will definitely keep the promise, but you also have to say what you say. "

"If you want to find death, in the great fire in Yingdu, this king can die, and the flame of the fire phoenix is ​​the furnace. Can there be such a cremation that can be on the table in this world?"

"that……"

"This king doesn't care how the world thinks of him, he doesn't care at all."

Tian Wujing stretched out his hand,

Looking at my palm,

Slowly said:

"My king, I didn't intend to beg to death on purpose, never, never."

Zheng Fan bowed down on one knee,

Subsequently,

Withdrew from the handsome account.

In the handsome account,

Tian Wujing's eyes continued to fall on his palm prints;

dead,

It is an escape, but also a relief;

He Tian has no mirror,

The sin is very evil, the sin is terrible,

Not worthy to escape, not worthy of liberation, not worthy of salvation;

dead,

Of course you can die,

People are inherently dead,

But he is not worthy,

Not worthy to deliberately pray for death.

right now,

The one in the Imperial Study Room,

I am afraid that more than anyone, I want to lie down in the mausoleum that he has built a long time ago.

...

"Wei Zhonghe..."

"The minion is here."

Wei Zhonghe, who was standing at the entrance of the Imperial Study Room, walked back immediately and looked at Emperor Yan who opened his eyes.

In the eyes of Emperor Yan,

Full of exhaustion,

Murmured:

"Hey...woke up again."

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