Invincible son

The two monarchs and ministers walked into the Hall of Yonghe. This palace where Emperor Gaozu lived in his later years was very well protected. The furnishings in the hall still maintained the pattern of nearly a hundred years ago, and everything was spotless. It can be seen that the Minister of Internal Affairs took great care.

Liu Xian went first, even though he had been here many times, there was still emotion on his face, and he said leisurely: "In fact, sometimes I feel that you are a very soft-hearted person."

Pei Yue looked at the situation in the hall, and asked calmly, "Why did Your Majesty say that?"

Liu Xian said sincerely: "I will never forget the three stories you told that day in my life."

Pei Yue was slightly taken aback, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

Pushing the time back half a year ago, Liu Xian specially invited Pei Yue to a banquet in Qinyuan.During the meeting, they chatted from the frontier to Kyoto, like two national players who used the world as a chessboard. After the three stories were told, they set the picture of Daliang in the next few decades.

After Liu Xian heard the story of Tian Ji being persecuted by the emperor's jealousy and finally having to live in a foreign country, he asked thoughtfully: "If King Qi Wei never doubted Tian Ji and gave him the greatest trust, then What will be the final outcome?"

Pei Yue smiled lightly and said, "If Your Majesty is willing to listen, then I will tell you another story."

This story is a bit long, and Pei Yue can only choose some important nodes to tell.From three visits to the thatched cottage to scoring the world, from burning Chibi to Tuogu in Baidi City, from the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains to the Autumn Wind Wuzhang Plain.

In the story, there are heart and soul and parting from life and death, as well as heroic and unfulfilled ambitions.

There are those who have become famous in the world, and there are also those who have made heroes burst into tears.

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Liu Xian was a little dumbfounded.

As the eldest son of heaven, he has heard countless stories about emperors and generals, but most of them are reincarnations like King Qi Wei and Tian Ji, like Marquis Wu who devoted himself to death, and two generations of emperors fell in love with each other. The story of the entrustment is something that has never been seen before. No one knows the shock and sadness in his heart at this moment.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "I will not be King Qi Wei, and you will not be Tian Ji. I understand the deep meaning of this second story, but the biggest feeling in my heart is the injustice of God."

Such a monarch and minister, the final ending is the country's ruin and family death, how sad.

Pei Yue nodded, and said slowly: "I don't dare to compare myself to Marquis Wu, but I hope to learn a little bit about him, so it's not in vain to come to this world for a while."

Liu Xian said with a complicated expression: "But——"

Pei Yue interrupted him a little disrespectfully, and said quietly: "Your Majesty, I know there are undercurrents in the capital, and there are countless people who want to deal with you. But as long as your Majesty trusts me, let me handle all these things." , Daliang will soon clear Haiyan and Heqing, and all those who hinder us will disappear. During this process, Your Majesty does not need to do anything, so as not to affect your reputation and prestige."

Liu Xian stared at his clear and firm eyes, nodded and said: "Okay, I promise you."

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The scene of the conversation that day is vivid in my mind, even if Pei Yue's heart is as hard as a stone, it is inevitable that there will be many twists and turns.

The progress of the matter was even smoother than he expected. When Luo Ting publicly expressed his attitude, the Empress Dowager Wu and some ministers in the court couldn't wait to erase him.It's just that these people didn't realize the strength of Pei Yue's control over the capital, especially the pervasive Taishitai Pavilion, which sent most of the opponent's whereabouts to Pei Yue in time.

Although the Empress Dowager Wu removed Jing Chu from his official position on the last day, it was obviously too late.

Pei Yue has been observing Liu Xian, and is also ready for the young emperor to betray him at any time.But Liu Xian did not act out of line from the beginning to the end. Facing the confrontation between Empress Dowager Wu and Pei Yue, his calmness and restraint reached an astonishing level.

How much of this was because Liu Xian saw the situation clearly, and how much was because of Liu Xian's trust in him, Pei Yue didn't know, and it was a question he was always curious about.

The two walked into the East Nuan Pavilion, which was the room where Emperor Gaozu of Liang used to study in his later years. The bookshelves erected against the walls on three sides were filled with various rare and ancient books.

Liu Xian smiled and said: "Although you haven't asked, I know you must have murmured in your heart, guessing why I would trust you so unreservedly."

Pei Yue did not deny it, and calmly replied: "Your Majesty is wise."

"This sycophant has no sincerity."

As Liu Xian said, there was no resentment in his tone, and he said slowly: "Actually, my father knew that you were not Pei Rong's son. Everyone in the world thought that it was the legacy of Princess Qi Yang who was secretly helping you. , but in fact, father is more concerned about your another layer of identity. Your biological father's real name is Lin Ping. I have written a poem, which may explain the origin of your father's name."

Pei Yue's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed the content of the poem.

Liu Xian walked to the east bookshelf, took out a long box from the hidden compartment below, then went to the table and opened it, carefully took out a piece of slightly yellowed paper from the box, and laid it flat on the table.

Pei Yue looked closer, and unconsciously read out: "Everyone adopts a son to look smart, and I have been fooled all my life by being smart. I hope the child is stupid and reckless, and there will be no disasters and troubles to the public."

Liu Xian said with emotion: "Mr. Lin Zhongwu is good at strategy and people's livelihood, but he has humbled himself many times and can't write poems and lyrics. This is the only poem he left behind. Although this poem is straightforward in words and playful in tone, but This single typo expresses the vicissitudes of the world and the ups and downs of life."

Pei Yue had known Lin Qingyuan's true identity for a long time, and secretly sighed in his heart that this "Poem for Washing Children" was the work of Layman Dongpo after all, and that person was an eternal genius who was like a star of Wenqu.

He looked at the simple and unpretentious handwriting on the paper, and said quietly: "This poem should be written by Mr. Lin when he was dying, right?"

Liu Xian sighed softly, couldn't hide his shame and said: "Yes."

Pei Yue stretched out his hand, but didn't touch the paper, and there was sadness in his eyes.

Liu Xian did not hide anything, and revealed all the secrets that Emperor Kaiping told him: "In the beginning, it was difficult for Emperor Gaozu to make up his mind to revolt, because the situation in the world was too chaotic, and warlords from all over the country continued to fight against each other. Lord Lin Zhongwu thought hard about this. From the very beginning, we decided on a strategy of taking the capital first and then going to the southeast, and sitting in the rear to take charge of general affairs."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help showing a fascinated expression on his face: "Emperor Gaozu led the founding prince to fight in front of him, and Lord Lin Zhongwu took care of the complicated logistical affairs alone. Daliang was able to defeat the heroes, of course he was the first Minister. What is even more commendable is that Mr. Lin Zhongwu never made friends with martial arts, so he won the trust of Emperor Gaozu. Originally, this would be a good story about a monarch and his ministers that will go down in history, but no one could have expected such a tragic situation. change."

A depressing picture appeared in Pei Yue's mind.

That soul, who came from the earth like him, threw himself into the torrent because of his blood and the thoughts of the common people. He spent half his life and was finally able to see the dawn, but he fell when the dawn came.

Liu Xian did not specify the details of Lin Qingyuan's death, after all, Emperor Gaozu was involved, and as a descendant, he really couldn't say some things.

For Pei Yue, Lin Qingyuan was a pure idealist who never considered himself from the beginning to the end.How can a wise man like him not understand that in this world where the iron curtain of imperial power shrouds the world, he will inevitably fall to pieces if he takes that step, but he still makes the final effort without hesitation.

It was not Liang Gaozu who killed him, or not only him, but this world that would be called the Holy Son of Heaven if the people could eat enough.

Thinking of this, the lump in my chest is really hard to dispel.

Liu Xian seemed to have thought of this a long time ago. He asked the internal supervisor to prepare drinks in advance, not to drink with Pei Yue, but patted Pei Yue on the shoulder and said, "Since you're here, I'll offer you a glass of wine to Mr. Lin."

Pei Yue nodded slightly.

Of course there is no portrait of Lin Qingyuan in the study, and Pei Yue will not stick to these unnecessary details, only sincerity.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, Liu Xian loosened his collar, and then took out a thick stack of papers from the box, with a booklet at the bottom.

Pei Yue's eyes narrowed slightly.

Liu Xian said unhurriedly: "This booklet is the manuscript of "On Books" written by Lin Gong. Whether it is the two books given to you by the first emperor, or the third book given to you by the queen mother, they are actually copies. The copied version. These letters are the correspondence between Emperor Gaozu and Duke Lin.”

Without the various basic crafting techniques recorded in the third volume, although the craftsmen under Pei Yue's command could also make firecrackers, it was obviously not as fast and the effect would be greatly reduced.He carefully picked up Lin Qingyuan's manuscript. In fact, he had already been familiar with the contents inside, and it was just for comparison at the moment.

After a while, he put the manuscript back into the box and carefully read the letters between Gaozu and Lin Qingyuan.

The two of them talked about everything, from military and internal affairs to the imagined future, covering everything in the world, and often a few words could involve a certain decision-making that related to hundreds of millions of common people.

Pei Yue gradually immersed himself in it, as if the two were having conversations in front of him, from the beginning of the relationship between the monarch and his ministers, to the deepening of the differences, and finally the swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Lin Qingyuan did not seek fame and fortune, but only hoped that Emperor Gaozu would create a precedent in the world with great courage and courage, and take the initiative to put imperial power in a cage. This will be a plan for generations to come, and it is also a blessing for the people of Li.However, Emperor Gaozu could give him supreme honor, but he would never give in on this matter.

After countless quarrels and debates, the original love and righteousness gradually turned into nothingness.

Lin Qingyuan's heart was like a mirror, if it was something else, Emperor Gaozu would not attack him even if he was angry, at most he would never see him again.But I am afraid that no emperor in this world can tolerate those outrageous ideas. For the monarch and his ministers who have been in trouble for nearly thirty years, parting ways is also an extravagant hope.

In the last text message, Lin Qingyuan finally stopped arguing with Emperor Gaozu.He only hoped that after his death, the Tian family would seal up all his manuscripts.

Then die calmly.

Seeing this, Pei Yue put the letters back into the box, and looked up at the gray sky outside the half-covered window.

A sigh.