surnamed Wang

General Pan Yi of Anbei, his family has relied on business for generations, and his life is pretty good, but somehow he can't think about it, and let's live a good life. However, he joined Wang Mu, the civilian uprising army at the time, and did business instead of making money. Started a mind-blowing business.

Of the three sons in Pan Yi's family, the youngest one was only ten years old, and he was born to an outside concubine. Few people in the mansion mentioned this matter. rise.

The youngest son, whose real name is Pan Guangcai, has lived with his mother since he was a child, and he can only see this richly dressed father a few times a year.

When he was eight years old, his mother threw him at the gate of Pan's house, and he disappeared since then.The father, who had no worries about food and clothing, had a big fight with the tigress at home before adding a pair of chopsticks to the poor child's dining table.

Pan Yi felt ashamed of his youngest son, so he gave him one of the names originally intended for his two elder brothers, and Pan Guangcai changed his name to Pan Yuanzheng from then on.

The two older brothers, one named Pan Tiezhu and the other Pan Yuanwen, took good care of this younger brother. Although they vaguely knew why their mother rejected him, they still kept close to him in private.

If the three brothers grow up step by step, they will naturally be as close as ordinary people.However, as their father Pan Yi became the general and king, their relationship gradually became estranged. Coupled with his mother Dong's instigation for decades, the brothers inevitably had a rift in their hearts. The title of king turned against each other.

Pan Yuanzheng was not good at words since he was a child, and he never deliberately curry favor with others, which made him have a very weak sense of existence. No matter whether it was the aunt Dong or the two elder brothers, they did not expect him to participate in the seizure of the heir.

At that time, the court was in chaos, and the two brothers of the Pan family stood in line with the eldest prince and the third prince, who were in full bloom at the time. Both princes had cultivated a large number of cronies in the court.

Among the six ministries, the eldest prince holds the relatively powerful household and official departments, while the third prince holds the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Ministry of Rites. In addition to civilian positions, the two also hold several military positions, and their strengths are almost equal.

The two eldest sons of the Pan family have the same father and the same mother, even if they are their own masters, they are not to the point of tearing apart their faces, let alone murdering their brothers for the sake of a title, so no one regards this as a desperate act, even if the palace The two princes here are no exception.

The two forces come and go, and each has gains and losses. Inside and outside the palace, there are also undercurrents, but at least the surface is calm.

But not long after, the second prince's sudden return to the capital disrupted everyone's plans. The originally turbulent court seemed to be thrown into a boulder, which not only caused large ripples, but also became turbid.

Although the second prince's power is weak, compared to the other two princes with mediocre military achievements, his achievements are not insignificant. This also made him take down the military department that was vacillating between the other two brothers not long after he returned to Beijing.

Afterwards, under the strategizing of the mysterious counselor, the second prince worked every step of the way, turning the disadvantage into an advantage little by little. Even if the other two princes worked together to target him, he still saved the day.

On the day when the second prince was crowned prince, the answer to the mystery was revealed, and the concubine son of the Pan family who had always been neglected appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Perhaps it was because he had lost his mother since he was a child and was not welcomed at home since he was a child. Even if he fell in love with the same girl as his brother, Pan Yuanzheng couldn't bear it.

After experiencing this kind of repression day after day, after he took power, the first thing he did was not to attack Dong, but chose to take the two elder brothers.

Sheng Endi had no choice but to fight back because the two brothers repeatedly killed him, and finally cut the weeds and rooted them out.

On the other hand, Pan Shizi is much more ruthless than Sheng Endi, no matter his means or his heart.

Since ancient times, Pan Yuanzheng, who has become the king of Anbei, has no need to hide. One of the two brothers died before he could escape from Beijing.

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Pan Yuanwen survived the catastrophe. He had the hatred of killing his brother and taking his wife. He used the pseudonym Wenjiang, and he did not hesitate to endure the infamy for 20 years, and he wanted to avenge his past.

For this reason, he set up one game after another, until one day he suddenly discovered that he had unknowingly lived like that person.

Years of grievances have become irreparable, even though he didn't know whether he was right or not, Pan Yuanwen still pushed Lu Feng to Wang Bingde who was about to make trouble.

It is true that Lu Feng is an old minister of Bei Yuan, but he is also a rare smart person in the world, how could he not be sure whether it was the Pan family who slaughtered the Lu family, or Bei Yuan took it upon himself.

His so-called ordering the Pan family to resist their orders was only ordered by General Wen. As Nie Yingxue said that day, the death of Pan Ziqian is more effective than the death of Pan Yuanzheng.

The person who wanted Pan Yuanzheng's life most in the world was the man on the ninth floor of the Zique Pavilion in the Eastern Han Palace.

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"I have calculated thousands of times, but I didn't calculate that he would hang himself to death. Could it be that even people like him would feel guilty?"

The white-clothed counselor whose real name is Pan Yuanwen murmured while holding a wine glass.

Wang Qingquan said lightly:

"Death is like a lamp going out, but Pan Ziqian said that since he can remember, his father has never laughed, and since that incident, Pan Yuanzheng has never troubled your mother, Mrs. Dong, and treated her like his own mother. , beaten and scolded until death.

I even once thought Mrs. Pan was his own mother. "

The old Confucian scholar on the opposite side was silent for a long time, and finally laughed and cursed:

"This old man, he obviously did something unconscionable, but instead he became righteous. I was imprisoned for 20 years, but in the end I was a villain in vain."

"There are some truths in this world that don't make sense."

After Wang Gingquan finished speaking, he looked outside. In the distance, the flying sword that had finished chasing and killing was quickly coming towards this side.

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Outside a house not far to the east of the Eastern Han Palace, a figure staggered towards him.

Every time the man took a step forward, a few glaring bloodstains would drip on the ground. When he finally reached the door, he had no strength left. The man could only lean against the door, raise his head with difficulty, and stare at the lintel. plaque.

Xiahou Mansion, this is the place where he once lived.

Yan Li leaned against the door and rested for a long time before regaining some strength. The flying sword cut off his heart vein just now, and it was a miracle that he was able to make it this far.

Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, he only felt that his eyelids were constantly fighting.

Yan Li took out a key from his pocket and struggled to open the door of the house. At this moment, the wound on his chest had no blood to flow, and it was only a matter of time before he fell down.

As Wang Gangquan said, he had no luck this time.

After pushing the door open, Yan Li felt more energetic than before. He didn't dare to delay at all, so he quickened his pace and walked towards the courtyard that was too far away.

In that courtyard, there was a sycamore tree. Women at that time always liked to sit on the swing under the tree.

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"Yanli, they said that I am good-looking and that I will marry princes and grandchildren in the future, but I don't want to marry them."

The girl sat on the swing with her feet off the ground, and turned to look at the blind luthier next to her. There seemed to be an elegant smile on his face forever.

"Then who do you want to marry?"

"I want to marry a martial arts hero!"

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"Yanli, I'm giving you this Liumuqin. I'm a sideline of my family. It's great to be able to live in the mansion. If you really don't have any extra money to buy a good violin, don't dislike it. When I marry a high-ranking official in the future, I will definitely marry you." I'll buy you a top-quality guqin, the one with a name and a surname."

The girl has grown from the head to the cardamom age, and now her feet can touch the ground while sitting on the swing.

The blind luthier picked up the willow xylophone, still smiling, and there seemed to be a smile in his cloudy eyes.

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"Yan Li, a lot of officers and soldiers suddenly came to the mansion yesterday. They arrested the rest and asked us to move out within three days. Do we have no place to live in the future?"

The woman's eyes were red, and her eyes were a little less innocent and a little more sad in her youthful years.

"Where are you going, I will accompany you."

The man who was so good-tempered that he had never had any conflicts with anyone in the house, still had the same calm expression for thousands of years, and spoke flatly.

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"Yanli, we are going to Beitu tomorrow, sir, let us change our name, what do you plan to call?"

A woman of peach and plum age, there seems to be an indelible sadness between her brows.

The man closed his useless eyes, opened them again after a while and said:
"Call it Sitong."

……

"Yanli, hurry up and leave me alone!"

More than a dozen swordsmen in green clothes surrounded a man and a woman, and the woman resolutely looked at the man who was ten years older than herself.

The man's originally cloudy eyes were now clear.

The woman smiled slightly and said:
"Your eyes are so pretty."

After saying that, under the astonished eyes of the other party, he slammed into the oddly shaped dagger.

……

In the courtyard, the early morning light rose completely, bringing light to the entire capital, but sending darkness to the only one person.

Yan Li's eyes became cloudy again, and while his vision was blurred, the figure of a woman became clearer.

The man leaned against the sycamore tree in the courtyard and sat down.

"I don't know if this tree is dead or alive now."

The man murmured, "Looking" forward.

A woman was squatting in front of him at this moment, with a curious expression on her face:
"Your piano sounds really nice. My name is Xiahou Lianxin. What's your name?"

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and he said softly:

"Yan Li."

The two swallows are separated, and the feathers are separated from each other.

……

In mid-air, the old monk walked away and came straight to the Chu family father and son.

Chu Lichun kept looking at the opponent's feet, as if he was looking for the reason for walking through the air.

Seeing this, the old monk smiled and said:

"If the prince wants to learn, I don't mind teaching you this skill."

"That's a good relationship." The young man said with a grin.

The smile on the old monk's face did not diminish at all, "But the prince needs to shave off all the black hairs on his head, cut off six hairs, and enter the temple to become a monk."

The young man rolled his eyes, "What the hell." Then he ignored the hairless old monk, turned around and went downstairs.

Chu Buxiu on the side couldn't laugh or cry, and once again doubted the identity of this son.

The old monk saw Chu's endless worries, and calmly said:

"The prince is Donghan's hope for the future. He is still young, so His Majesty does not need to worry too much."

Chu Buxiu sighed, and didn't get too entangled in this issue, but turned his head to look in the direction of Zique Pavilion, and said in a deep voice:
"General Wen really made a decision?"

The old monk nodded slightly and said:
"Your Majesty has been with him for many years, so he should understand his temperament. Eight horses will not be able to pull back what he believes, and the girl Chu Lixia is also the same. No wonder the two of them will become masters and apprentices. Because of this, the old man instead I'm more worried about the princess."

Chu Buxiu sighed, "This kind of thing can only depend on her."

The two were silent for another while, looking at the rising sun in the east, the old monk seemed to have a feeling, and said:

"Just now, Yan Li died in Xiahou Mansion."

Chu Buxiu nodded calmly, "From now on, Zique Pavilion will really be empty."

……

Inside the Zique Pavilion, Wang Bingquan took back the flying sword and hung it on his waist again. The little book boy was dumbfounded again after witnessing the whole process, this is the ability of the gods according to the rumors.

The old man raised his glass and said:

"Although the old man has lived in the temple for a long time, he has also heard many rumors in the world. It is said that the highest level of martial arts is divided into martial arts and martial sages. I don't know where the prince is?"

Wang Gangquan shook his head and said:
"My realm cannot be divided by martial arts. If I have to distinguish it, it should be a half-step sword master. I am a little curious. If you divide counselors by this realm, what realm should you be in?"

The old man smiled and said bluntly:
"The old man still has some self-knowledge. He can only do half-heartedly to seek the Holy Spirit. He can support a small country, but it will not last for a long time, at most a hundred years."

As the sun rose, the entire ninth floor of Zique Pavilion was lit up, and several candles in the house were blown out one by one by the little book boy who cherished money.

Wang Gingquan looked at the old man in front of him quietly, and he didn't want to ask nonsense like "Why did you do this?" Everyone has his own ambitions, and he can't force them.

After staring at each other for a long time, Wang Gangquan suddenly asked:
"I remember the rumor that you were wearing a blue shirt, why are you wearing a white shirt now?"

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said:

"There is a younger generation in the north, who is in the limelight. Outsiders call him Tsing Yi Yu Xiang, the beauty of a gentleman, and the old man will not rob him when he is old."

"Don't be afraid that you won't be able to grab it?"

The old Confucian scholar was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and retorted: "How can it be regarded as robbery when it comes to scholars?"

After the old man finished speaking, the two people who were very different in age laughed at the same time as if they had forgotten each other, and the boy beside him couldn't help but relax a bit when he saw this.

After laughing, Wang Gangquan's expression returned to calm again, and he said lightly:
"It would be great if you didn't kill Qing Xing."

The old man shook his head, noncommittal.

Wang Gingquan picked up the cup of Xinghuacun that he had never touched on the table, drank it down in one gulp, then slowly got up, and drew out the long sword at his waist little by little.

Seeing this, the little book boy's face turned livid, and he wanted to step forward to stop him, but his husband stared back at him.

Since he was taken in, the little book boy had never seen his husband lose his temper. Now that he was stared at, he felt aggrieved and anxious, so he could only stand obediently where he was, crying continuously.

"Do you have any last words?" Wang Gangquan said calmly.

The old man shook his head and closed his eyes.

The next moment, the sword master cut the holy man, and the white clothes killed the white clothes.

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