surnamed Wang

Chapter 307 Prince Donghan
([-] words today, so it's a little late, I haven't saved the manuscript, and I will post it as soon as I finish the revision, so the update time is a bit random, everyone forgive me.)
On the ninth day of September, Chongyang, the capital city of Donghan was foggy.

The Shaoshan Mountains in the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Wangcheng City are even more flat, and the common people do not have the custom of climbing high, and even the royal family only worships symbolically on this day.

As a concubine prince, Chu Xiu didn't even have the right to participate in such an ordinary sacrifice to heaven, and he didn't want to be ridiculed by his brothers, so he preferred to stay in the mansion with his two children.

Chu Xiu's mansion is not big, if it wasn't for his military position, there might not even be such a place.

His wife died early and left him a son and a daughter. Chu Xiu's life was not good, but the two children he gave birth to were lively and lovely, very likable.

Chu Xiu's son was five years older than his daughter. He was born with a tiger's head and a tiger's head, and he was clever since he was a child. The most important thing was that he was born with a white wolf-shaped birthmark on his shoulder.

Donghan admired the white wolf, and many people secretly guessed that this little prince would be the future king of Donghan.

Even Chu Xiu, the father who never waited to see him, loved his grandson very much. From time to time, he would take him into the palace to live for a few days, and he even had a lot of love for this unpleasant son. Kind of smiling.

Donghan has always been that mothers are more expensive by their children, but this is the first time that fathers are more expensive by their sons.

Chu Xiu was straight-hearted, and didn't think about relying on his son to improve his status.

It made him happy to be able to talk to his father like a normal father and son, but the most important thing was for his children to grow up healthily, and he would personally send his sons to the palace on weekdays, for fear of any mistakes.

But luckily, one day Chuxiu was out on military affairs, and the palace suddenly sent someone to pick up the king and grandson. The stewards in the mansion were afraid that the delay would make the king displeased, so they sent the young master into the palace by themselves. Neither came back.

Chu Xiu didn't eat or drink for three days, and searched everywhere like crazy, and finally found the bodies of the two in a remote place.

The steward of the mansion was covered in knife wounds, but he could still recognize the whole picture, but the little master under him was much more miserable. Not only was he hacked beyond recognition, but he was also dragged and bitten by wild wolves, making him completely unrecognizable. appearance.

Looking at his son's familiar clothes, the nearly thirty-year-old man couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

The king of Donghan got angry and offered a generous reward to investigate the matter. In the end, after checking and checking, he only caught a few gangs of thieves. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that they were just scapegoats.

Chu Xiu has been seriously ill for more than a month, and the first thing he did after he recovered was to resign from all affairs in Beijing and please transfer to the border. He didn't want his only daughter to have any problems.

The old king's guilt towards this bastard only lasted less than a month. After all, he was not the only grandson, so he agreed to the other party's request and transferred him to Lanjiang as a garrison general.

……

Not long after that, a sword-backed knight-errant with a child appeared in the Central Plains.

The ranger called himself Zhao Zhiyi, and he was handsome. The child he brought was about six or seven years old, and he was really cute. Along the way, whether it was a solo heroine or a lady from a wealthy family, they were all attracted by this "father and son" without any surprise.

The ranger took the opportunity to make up a tragic story for himself of "his wife dies early, and his son seeks revenge", earning enough tears from those women who are not familiar with the dangers of the world. Make a stepmother for the child.

Adhering to the principle of "a person who walks among the flowers, not a single leaf touches his body", You Xia claimed that he could not let go of his dead wife, and would not agree to beating him to death. Those women were therefore moved by his infatuation and determined not to marry him in this life.

The "father and son" stopped and went, from southeast to northwest, almost turning the entire dynasty over and over.

After all, You Xia couldn't control it, and made a life-long betrothal with a woman, and finally settled down in a place called Xiejia Village.

They temporarily live in a farmer's house, which has a daughter. Although the family of three lives happily, they still can't get rid of the patriarchy and want to have another son.

However, the daughter-in-law's stomach is not up to date, the iron plow is almost worn out, and nothing grows in the field.

Zhao Zhiyi knew that it was not a problem for the child to follow him all the time, so he planned to hand him over to the farmer's family. The latter picked up the eldest son for nothing, so he was naturally happy, and immediately named him "Xie Chun".

During the Spring Festival of that year, Xiejia Village posted a new couplet to prepare dumplings as in previous years, and the children were playing outside. Everything was so peaceful at first, but the sudden visit of the North Turkistan Army brought a terrible disaster to this small village.

North Turkistan General Halba and his cavalry broke into the village, looting and slaughtering wantonly, and the ranger Zhao Zhiyi tried his best to protect his wife and children.

After the reinforcements arrived, they found Xie Chun, who was lucky enough to escape, in the ruins. The little guy who had just found a new home was once again helpless.

After a period of recuperation, the ranger, whose alias was Zhao Zhiyi, returned to Beijing with his wife and children and Xie Chun. After his wife and children were taken care of by acquaintances, the child from the Eastern Han royal family was sent to a place for secret training.

Zhao Zhiyi himself threw himself into the protracted battle for succession.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed, and with the support of Yan Jun, Pan Yuanzheng and others, the prince whose real name was Wang Erniu entered the East Palace, and one year later he successfully ascended the throne and became emperor.

In the same year, Wang Bingquan was born, and an unremarkable little eunuch was transferred to the palace to serve the newly born eighth prince.

……

In the courtyard of the palace, Wang Gingquan was drinking while listening to Xiao Chunzi's recounting of the past. He did not expect the other party to have such a friendship with Sheng Endi.

After he finished speaking, Wang Gangquan was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said:

"So, you knew the identity of your prince from the beginning to the end?"

Xiaochunzi shook his head first when he heard the words, and then nodded. Seeing that the other party was confused, he said embarrassingly:

"At that time, I was too young to remember clearly, I just felt that everything was like a dream, and I thought I was going crazy because I wanted to be the master.

When I grew up, Sheng Endi told me the truth, and I realized that those memories were true.I was very angry at the time, thinking that he was deliberately hiding something from me, but that day, Sheng Endi seemed to be a different person, talking to me about the experience of wandering the rivers and lakes at that time.

Only then did I know that after I was rescued, it was I who proposed to leave Donghan myself. I guess it was because I had an intuition of seeking good luck and avoiding evil since I was a child. "

Wang Gangquan laughed and said:

"You all know that you are the prince, and you are willing to be my slave?"

Xiaochunzi smiled embarrassedly, and said truthfully:
"I also hesitated, but when I think of you doing so many things to avenge me, I feel that everything is worth it.

And I also slowly started to be lazy. When you were not around, I would order my maid to peel grapes for me to eat. "

Wang Gingquan showed helplessness, drank a big gulp of wine, took advantage of the strength of the wine and said:
"Since we are leaving, if there is anything else you can hide from me, let's talk about it together."

"I'm afraid you'll hit me." Xiaochunzi said submissively.

Wang Gangquan waved his hand and said, "But it doesn't matter, whoever is impatient will be the grandson."

Seeing his heroic appearance, Xiaochunzi felt relieved, and said slowly:

"Actually, I will also be amazed by the thirteen moves."

Wang Gangquan raised his eyebrows, "Is that all?"

Although this incident was unexpected, it was reasonable. Xiao Chunzi didn't intend to stop, and continued:

"Jinghong Thirteen Styles' real name is Zui Niu Po ​​Sword Art, because it conflicts with His Majesty's name, so he changed it.

When His Highness was eight years old, His Majesty beat him severely because he broke a jade flute that he liked very much. In fact, it was a small fall. "

"what?!"

Xiao Chunzi didn't give him any chance to breathe, and continued:

"When your highness was ten years old, you were caught peeping at your mother taking a shower, and became a joke for everyone in the palace. Everyone said you were a fool."

"You did it too?" Wang Gingquan's eyes widened.

Xiaochunzi nodded, apologetically.

"Why didn't father eunuch you let you enter the palace?"

"Your Highness, let's not be angry."

"Your uncle, I didn't take the blame for you when I was young, didn't I?"

"Hey, only four or five times."

"That's it?"

……

The two chatted, and many things were easy to ask. Xiaochunzi hesitated, and asked:
"Your Highness, is that girl Chu Lixia asking you to persuade me to go back?"

"She tried to persuade you for a long time, but she couldn't persuade you. She had to wait for me to come back. I said why this girl always dislikes me. She co-wrote because she was afraid that I would rob her brother."

A gentle smile appeared on Xiaochunzi's face, "She was only so young when I left Donghan."

With a smirk on his face, Wang Gangquan continued, "It's been more than 20 years, and he has grown so big."

Xiaochunzi smiled when he heard the words, looking like a dog's leg, leaned closer and whispered:

"Your Highness, if you don't mind..."

"Why, you want to be my brother-in-law, but also want me to be your brother-in-law?"

Without Xiao Chunzi finishing his sentence, Wang Gingquan already guessed what fart he was about to fart, "What do I care about, a gentleman? You can convince the princess about this matter."

As soon as the princess was mentioned, Xiao Chunzi immediately froze, smiled coyly, and dared not mention it again.

After the two clinked glasses, Wang Gingquan sighed and said, "Chu Lichun, that's a good name."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Xiaochunzi smiled shyly.

"You are already a prince, can you be a little domineering, don't be a slave all day long."

"I'm used to it. Otherwise, I'd better not be a prince. It's good to follow His Highness."

"No, Prince Donghan has been my slave for 20 years. It's so honorable to say that. If you don't go back, no one will believe it, right?"

Xiaochunzi didn't answer, and Wang Gingquan was also lacking in interest. When it came to the topic of parting, both of them fell silent by coincidence.

After a long time, Xiaochunzi looked at Wang Bingquan and said seriously:
"Your Highness, do you want me to help you kill that literary general?"

Wang Gangquan shook his head, "You are the future king of Donghan, and General Wen helped your father secure the throne. Now Donghan is a world of literati. You are not suitable for this kind of business. I do it myself."

……

The Eastern Han Imperial Palace and the Zique Building were already empty, and the scholars who originally crowded the fourth to seventh floors were also divided into the newly established palaces.

Under Prime Minister Wen Jiang's prior planning and Chu's continuous iron-blooded suppression, many generals who intended to stir up trouble were exiled or exterminated, and failed to cause too much trouble.

The rest of the military officials who were still on the sidelines saw that the situation had been settled, and either retired and returned to their hometowns, or let their children and grandchildren abandon martial arts and study literature, and finally resigned to their fate.

The court hall of the Eastern Han Dynasty suddenly formed a scene of respecting literati that had not been seen for hundreds of years.

On the top floor of the Zique Building, the Confucian scholar in white who spent 20 years planning all this is standing by the window, quietly looking at the new atmosphere outside the window.

He was used to staying in this building, and he would rather struggle to climb up to the ninth floor than step into the palace that all the scholars in Donghan yearn for.

In the corner next to it, a middle-aged man in coarse linen was kneeling on one knee.

The Confucian scholar in white said softly:
"Sitong, as I said before, this is Ouchi, your wound is not healed, so you don't need to guard here."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice:
"Sir, that person's skills have been recovered, and he will definitely come to seek revenge. Even I couldn't escape his blow, so it's better to be careful, and the little prince..."

After the man finished speaking, he raised his head, his eyes were empty and lifeless. It was Yan Li, the number one blind assassin in Donghan.

The Confucian scholar in white tapped on the window frame and said lightly:

"You don't need to worry about the little prince. That prince will not let him do anything. Pan Yuanzheng is dead, and the situation in Donghan has stabilized. My life and death are not so important."

Having said that, the Confucian student paused, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked straight out of the window, as if he had seen something interesting. After a while, he continued:

"I have already asked the king for the courtyard of Xiahou's house. You can move in anytime."

The middle-aged man trembled when he heard the words, and said softly, "Thank you sir."

"You deserve it, go ahead."

After a long time, the Confucian scholar in white turned his head. He was the only one left in the building. The Confucian scholar straightened his clothes and walked downstairs slowly.

……

Not far from the imperial city to the east, there is a huge house with the words "Xiahou Mansion" hanging on the gate. Being able to have such a mansion in the busiest street in the capital shows that the Xiahou family's strength is extraordinary.

Xiahou's family did have this ability. Not only did many women marry into the royal family during their peak period, but several men in the family also held important military positions in the court, and they were in the limelight for a while.

At that time, the Xiahou family was powerful and flourishing, with branches extending in all directions. Just saying the word "Xiahou" already represented a glory, and the most precious thing than the word "Xiahou" was the daughter of the Xiahou family. .

A woman from Xiahou's family, even if she is an ugly monster with a crooked nose and slanted eyes, there are many rich and nobles clamoring for her.

Without him, becoming a relative with Xiahou's family is tantamount to becoming involved with the royal family. In terms of seniority, it is even possible to become a brother-in-law with the prince.

There was once a little lord who fell in love with a female family member of Xiahou's family. That woman was dark and ugly, with a limp and a slanted mouth.

Even so, the well-known lord was still determined to marry her back as his regular wife, but in the end, he was despised by the other party for his low official position and improper background.

Even the mighty Xiahou family was sealed one day, all the men were exiled to the army, and all the women were turned into prostitutes.

More than ten years ago, almost overnight, Xiahou's family fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, and both the main family and the neighbors suffered disaster.

Only some minor offshoots whose relationship with the main family is so thin that it is weaker than water are barely implicated, but they are also deprived of the right to live in Xiahou Mansion, no different from ordinary people.

Regarding this matter, there are different opinions at home and abroad, some say it is about seizing the heir, and some say it is a rabbit dead dog. Only a Confucian scholar uttered the truth after drinking:

This matter is related to the death of the king and grandson that year.

But the Confucian scholar went crazy after drinking, and his behavior was weird. Everyone just thought he was talking nonsense, and no one believed it.

Until someone with a heart found out that this Confucian scholar was actually the first-rank prime minister of the current dynasty, and it was this person who assisted King Chu Buxiu to sit on the throne.

That's why he believed in his words.

……

(End of this chapter)