My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 36
After the banquet broke up, the drunk Fang Wenye and Fang Jinxue were helped back to the courtyard where they were temporarily staying by their servants.

Su Congfang was also too drunk. He chatted with his youngest son for a few words, patted him on the shoulder a few times happily, and then was helped away by his maid.After the relatives of the Su family outside the hall dispersed one by one, the huge front yard became quiet. Su Chen poured the last glass of wine into his stomach, pulled off a chicken leg and threw it to the somewhat resentful Thirteen.

"When there are guests at home, always leave a few more people to look after the safety of the home."

The scrawled guard bit the chicken drumstick and followed Su Chen. From time to time, he asked Zhu Gongdao about what happened tonight. When he heard that five hundred Xiliang soldiers rushed into the Huangshen Sect's station and killed everyone, he instantly lost interest in the drumstick in his hand.

Returning to the courtyard in the south chamber, he sent away Zhu Gongdao and Shi San, and walked into the ancestral hall alone. At this time, the Taoist priest who was looking after the tomb had already fallen asleep. After Su Chen burned a stick of incense, he put the three used coins in his sleeves The token was placed next to Liu Xie's memorial tablet. When he took out Zhang Jiao's token, his expression was stunned.

The originally black token had now turned silver, exactly the same as Dong Zhuo's.

Could it be possible to upgrade?

Su Chen rubbed the thumb-sized token, sat on the futon and frowned as he thought about what Zhang Jiao had done in recent days. Most of them were practicing medicine among the victims and spreading the Tao of Peace. Except for tonight, he had not done much. Come.

Could it be that these summoned historical figures can be upgraded by doing things or fighting?
I wish Gong Gong has followed me for so long, but I haven’t seen such a change in his token.When Su Chen compared the tokens of the two people, the lantern under the eaves shook, and a figure seemed to be floating in.

"Your Majesty, how can this token be changed?"

Su Chen held up the piece of Zhang Jiao and glanced at Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty who was approaching. Then he sat down next to him and said with a smile: "Everyone who performs his duties and is in a different position will be promoted. The great sage and good master today But being the leader of Taiping Dao means he has such ability. If there is another position for him in the future, will there be any changes?"

Su Chen didn't understand what this hint meant. It meant that these tokens might have improved at their position, or maybe the improvement wasn't obvious, so the position was wrong.

"What about your majesties?"

"Just incense."

Liu Xie, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, had a gentle temperament and could answer almost anything Su Chen asked. But when asked how to find Cao Cao, he remained silent and his expression changed slightly.

He left behind a sentence: "Find your own immortality." Then disappeared.

"Who said that everyone will die without correcting the past?" Su Chen sighed, but he didn't complain. After all, if you don't endure others' suffering, you can't persuade others to be good.

It’s better to find that Wei Taizu yourself.

Su Chen placed Zhu Gongdao and Zhang Jiao's tokens in front of Han Xian Emperor's tomb, and finally looked at the golden token in his hand: "As for you...if you don't come out, I will ask Mr. Dong what kind of figure Diao Chan is... "

As soon as he finished speaking, the token with the word 'LV' trembled in his hand.

However, it only shook a few times and then stopped moving.

It seems to be exciting, but not exciting enough...

After leaving the ancestral hall, most of the people in the courtyard had gone to sleep. The maid keeping vigil was still waiting for him at the door of the bedroom. She took off Su Chen's armor and sent her away. Then she lay down on the bed and looked at the merit bar. The maid had spent the previous time to unlock it. The emperor and Lu Bu only had [-] points left. After killing the assassin, reorganizing their armaments, and eradicating the branch of the Huangshen Cult, they had increased to [-] points.

It was a pity that there were no more tokens in hand, and Emperor Xian of Han did not take the initiative to give him the last general token.

Huangfu Song, or someone else, it’s hard to guess.

"But the harvest is quite rich. I have some ideas, so I don't feel panic."

Su Chen yawned and lay on his pillow, thinking about how to find Cao Cao and get Wei's general token from him. If there were famous generals such as Zhang Liao and Xu Chu among them, he would not panic.

The light swayed slightly, and as I thought about it, fatigue swept over me like an overwhelming mountain.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I didn't even have a dream. When my consciousness came back and I opened my eyes, the morning light was shining into the house through the window lattice.

Light dust flying.

The maid had brought in the warm water for washing. Su Chen washed himself, stretched out his arms, and while the maid dressed him and tied his robe, he asked if anyone was coming to see him.

"Back to Third Young Master, no. I heard from Thirteen that the Marquis wants you to rest a little longer and go over to see Bachelor Fang when the time comes. Today they are going back to Yunqiu."

After fastening his belt, Su Chen nodded, walked out of the room, and snapped his fingers at Zhu Gongdao, who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard. He walked through the crescent gate without stopping. The little girl stood aside obediently and bowed to Su Chen. He called out crisply: "Greetings to the Third Young Master."

During this period, Dong Zhuo mostly lived in the military camp, and the adopted mother-in-law rarely went out. Today, it was a rare encounter. Su Chen touched the little girl's head and called a maid who was walking by not far away, asking her to prepare some desserts for delivery. In the mother-daughter house.

When we came to the front hall of the atrium for dinner, my father hadn't come over yet, but my eldest brother Su Yong and my sister-in-law came first. The former drank chicken soup in sips. He probably drank too much wine last night, and his complexion still looked sluggish.Yin Suhuan filled a bowl of gruel and brought it to Su Chen, "Uncle, here it is."

Su Chen thanked him, took the bowl and chopsticks and sat down opposite.

"Where's father?"

Su Yong was probably thinking about something and didn't seem to hear. Su Huan on the side smiled softly with a warm voice.

"My father-in-law is chatting with the bachelor in the front yard. He has already had dinner."

"By the way, brother." Su Chen picked up the bowl and chopsticks and took a bite of the food, "Today a batch of food came into the city, you take people to receive it. It was hidden by the thieves yesterday. Half of it was sent to the military camp, and the remaining half was left. Dong Zhuo should send people to transport it into the city later."

When he heard the word 'food', Su Yong immediately stopped his spoon and slowly raised his face. His eyes finally became bright. He suddenly excitedly patted Su Chen twice on the shoulder and said, "Brother, please be honest." I'm worried about the food, it's just too timely. The third brother is eating slowly, so I'm going to find someone to collect the food." After saying that, he got up and ran out. It was obvious that the food in the official warehouse was tight during this period, which made him worried. depressed.

Su Chen looked at his eldest brother who ran out in a panic. He quickly finished the bowl of porridge and drank the eldest brother's bowl of chicken soup. He wiped his mouth and gave a thumbs up to the astonished sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law is very good at her craftsmanship." ." Then he rushed to the front yard with Zhu Gongdao, who had eaten next door.

Yin Suhuan pursed his lips and chuckled, then called the maid to clear the square table together.

In the front yard, when Su Chen came over, the servants brought by the Fang family were busy carrying the return gifts from Su Congfang.Fang Xuejun and Fang Jinxue were standing by. Today, she was wearing a light pink plaid dress that wrapped around her soft waist. She wore a plain white gauze dress with a light outer cover. There was a jade hairpin in her bun with a pearl hanging from it. It's really beautiful.

When she saw the master and the servant walking around the long eaves, her eyes almost turned into crescent moons. She probably heard her father talking about the scene when Su Chen came back with a human head.

"I've met Bachelor Fang, I've met Uncle Fang."

Su Chen came over and greeted them one by one.Compared with yesterday's military uniform, the simple robes he wore now were less majestic on the battlefield and more elegant. Coupled with his handsome appearance, he was the handsome young master in the Hou Mansion.

"Master Fang is going back today, Chen'er, you and dad are going out to see him off."

As Su Congfang spoke, she made an invitation gesture to Fang Wenye and others. Su Chen followed him to the door of the mansion. Suddenly his sleeve was pulled by someone. He turned his head and saw that Fang Xuejun was looking at him with a smile. He, she moved closer to him and whispered: "I haven't visited Ding'an City yet, let the adults go first, and you can take me to the streets, okay?"

The woman's eyes were almost watery.

"I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate..."

Before Su Chen finished speaking, Fang Jinxue, who had already boarded the carriage, sent his father Fang Wenye into the carriage and waved his hand: "Father is waiting for you outside the city."

Uh……

Watching the carriage being driven away by a group of guards, Su Chen didn't have time to say anything. His hand was suddenly held by someone. When he touched it softly, a strong force also hit him. The whole person was dragged down the stone steps and stumbled. He was pulled by Fang Xuejun and ran towards the street ahead.

"Can we follow?" Thirteen hugged the sword.

……

"The green vegetables from Donglai were brought into the city early this morning. Come and take a look!"

"Candied haws~~"

"Green pears! Crispy pears that just fell from the tree!"

The Dongmen Market is noisy. There are many shops with flags and flags. On several streets, large and small stalls are selling their goods and shouting. There are also sellers carrying burdens walking through the streets. There are bustling pedestrians passing by, specifically carrying the morning market goods. Go to the market and buy some ingredients for lunch.

Fang Xuejun seldom came into contact with such a market. He took Su Chen and walked along the crowded streets, looking at stalls one after another, curiously touching here and there, looking here and there, not caring at all about the strange looks from the people around him.

Occasionally, I stopped at a stall, took a windmill, and shook it in front of Su Chen with a smile. The woman pursed her red lips and blew a breath, and the windmill spun into colorful colors.

"Very good..." Su Chen smiled and was about to say the word "look" at the end. The next second, the smile froze on his face. The woman used too much force on the windmill in one breath, leaving only the bamboo frame in her hand. The colored paper on it was all stuck on the vendor's face.

Fang Xuejun's cheeks were slightly red. He quickly took out a few coins and put them on the stall without counting them. After saying sorry, he turned and walked away.

She was quite constrained by rules at home, but she was full of curiosity about these things. After the embarrassment, curiosity filled her heart again.

"Mr. Su, how do the performers over there make money?"

"After selling art, you just sell medicine, such as Dali Pills and Jianxiao Pills..."

"What about that one? What about that one? Why are you selling the casings and fish maws?"

"Girl, please don't ask random questions."

"What do you say?"

Su Chen coughed dryly, walked to her side, and whispered something. Fang Xuejun blushed, looked at the fish maws and casings hanging on the wooden pole, and spat.

"It's what you want to hear." Looking at the woman who was walking forward with her head buried in embarrassment, Su Chen casually threw out five coins, took a pair from a stall selling colorful clay figurines passing by, and walked quickly to the front to put the clay figurines in the room. Xue Jun's eyes flickered, and he used the later method of coaxing girls to break the embarrassment.

Fang Xuejun looked at the pair of small clay figurines hugging each other in his hands and couldn't put it down. He looked at the clay figurines for a while and then at Su Chen who was walking next to him, smiling happily.

After walking through the East Market, we almost arrived at the city gate. The motorcade was already waiting there. Fang Xuejun turned back every step of the way, reluctantly got into the carriage, opened the curtain and waved to Su Chen.

The carriage gradually started to move, and the curtain was lowered by the maid. When she saw the woman holding the clay figurine and giggling, she couldn't help but remind her: "Miss, I will marry you next year."

Yes, I can get married next year.

Fang Xuejun gently twisted the clay figurine on the bamboo stick with his fingertips, as if he was thinking of the beauty, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a sweet smile.

Looking at the motorcade driving away, Su Chen lowered his hands. He actually didn't care about the marriage, but after this contact, he did have a good impression of Fang Xuejun.

However, thinking that he still had a lot to do, his smile faded. When Thirteenth Zhu Gongdao came over with his horse, he turned over, turned the horse's head, turned around, and ran towards the city.

……

The light of day travels thousands of miles away, to Yanzhou and Yanjing.

The palace was under martial law, with palace guards patrolling everywhere, and people with high martial arts skills from the East Palace guarding important places in the harem and sleeping quarters.

On this night, in the palace with burning candles, among the curtains of the dragon bed, the waning old man was coughed by a mouthful of old phlegm, and then woke up.

A few years ago, he accidentally fell while riding a horse and injured his back. He has been lying on the bed. From time to time, the prince would send him some medicine for his injuries. These pills were extremely effective. Within a few days, he could get out of bed and move around. , but unfortunately every time, the old injury will relapse. Over the past few years, he has been tortured by the injury and has become increasingly thin, and his weight has increased from 160 pounds to the current [-] pounds.

He ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor at the age of five. He took over the imperial power at the age of 17 and was very high-spirited. He was dedicated to the Yan State, and the people lived in peace and stability. Seeing that the treasury was getting fuller, he also had many ambitions in his heart. Unfortunately, he was dismissed by the court before he could realize them. Delays in matters large and small have passed by in a blink of an eye.

The night wind blew under the eaves, the shadows of the soldiers outside were cut on the paper windows, and flying insects buzzed around the quiet candles. Beigong Wang forced himself to stand up, already sweating profusely.

He looked at the eunuch waiting at the end of the bed and spoke weakly.

"Go and... scoop me a bowl of ginseng soup."

The old eunuch bowed his head in response and walked from the side to open the door. A figure stood outside the door, holding ginseng soup in his hand. The eunuch glanced at the person and quickly stepped aside.

"My servant pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"No need to go get it, I have it here." Kitamiya was wearing a white dragon-patterned robe and holding ginseng soup in his hand. He was followed by the servant of the East Palace, who was holding a wooden box in his hand.

"The prince is here." Beigong Wang saw the person coming and called out weakly. Then his eyes fell on the wooden box, his eyes flashed, and his tone suddenly became urgent, "Quick, get me the medicine."

"Father, don't worry."

Kitamiya walked to the dragon bed and sat down, blowing on the ginseng soup slowly. The eunuch who followed him came to the bedside and opened the beautiful small wooden box and took out a red pill.

On the dragon bed, the emperor raised his head, his lips tremblingly opened, and he put the elixir brought by the eunuch in his mouth. After drinking the spoon fed by the prince, he swallowed the elixir and felt comfortable. He exhaled a breath, feeling much better than before.

"Prince, this elixir came just in time."

Kitamiya sat on the edge of the bed, smiling and saying nothing. He just took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertips.The emperor looked at his son with some doubts. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a cramp in his stomach. He covered his abdomen, frowned, and said "Ah!". He struggled to get up, but fell to the ground.

"Your medicine..."

"Father, my son is twenty-six this year. He has been a prince for several years, and he has had enough. Now all the civil and military personnel in the court are my people, and the soldiers and horses of the Imperial City and Yanzhou are also in my hands. , just one spot away."

Kitamiya, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, stopped holding his handkerchief, and the flickering candlelight shone on his face, bright and clear. He looked at the emperor crawling on the ground with difficulty, and said softly: "Father, my child still hopes that you will fulfill his wish."

"You killed your father...come-"

The emperor turned around on the ground, glared at the prince on the edge of the bed, and tried to scream with all his strength. The eunuch who followed the prince suddenly stepped forward, covered the emperor's mouth and nose, and muffled the sound behind him. .

Uh-huh... Huh-huh...

The emperor used his last strength to struggle desperately, kicking his feet randomly on the ground. After a while, he gradually hung down weakly.

Kitamiya glanced coldly, threw the silk handkerchief on the ground casually, stood up and signaled the eunuch to move the emperor to the bed. Without even looking at the dead emperor, he turned around, opened the palace door, and walked out.

At this time, Taishi Xiao Wenbi came over, glanced at the emperor who was lying in bed inside, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, something happened over there in Ding'an City. The altar was uprooted by a group of people called Taiping Dao. Will your Highness let my disciple Will you personally go to Yunqi County and Ding'an County in Rongzhou?"

"No need, the other party is very smart. They don't dare to reveal Gu's identity behind the scenes and confront Gu in this way." Kitamiya raised his finger, and the palace door behind him was immediately closed by the guards, "Now we will deal with His Majesty first. The great funeral ceremony will be held in Yanjing after I ascend the throne."

The so-called court meeting was a kind of court meeting recommended by Emperor Taizu of Yan State, which allowed the eldest son of the governor of each state and the prince of the prince to come to Beijing to meet the king, and then selected some talents to stay in Beijing and put them to good use.

But obviously Kitamiya had another intention.

Grand Master Xiao Wenbi hesitated: "Your Highness, the "General's Night Banquet"..."

"Haha." Kitamiya chuckled and interrupted him, "That kind of thing is of no use. It has always been in the palace. I even looked through it yesterday. It was just an excuse to make your disciple obey orders. Just doing things. But now, you don’t need your disciple to do those things."

At this point, he paused, looked at the night between the palaces, and squinted his eyes.

"When Gu ascends the throne, the first thing he has to do is to cut off those hereditary and irreplaceable marquises and centralize the imperial power and taxes. They have enjoyed it for several generations and that is enough. In the future, Gu's Dayan will not need these moths. "

Kitamiya patted the confused Taishi and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"Grand Master, follow me well and I will not treat you badly. I will also make great use of your disciple. How about making me a national master?"

Xiao Wenbi followed behind and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

In fact, he only knew one thing about these plans, which was to cut off the marquises from various states. After His Highness was appointed as the prince, he has been planning this matter from behind. A few years ago, he began to reduce the military power of those marquises and control them to five thousand. .

After hearing the full plan at this time, I realized that "The General's Night Banquet" was just a little trick he played casually before he ascended the throne. If the assassination goes smoothly, he will reduce the number of marquises, and when he ascends the throne, he will have more legitimate means to deal with those who just took the throne. The new marquis who took over were even more handy.

However, the trick doesn't seem to be going well.

So the next step is to ascend the throne and summon the eldest son of the governor of each state and the prince's son to the capital.

　a big chapter

　　
　
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