The devil is coming

Chapter 679 The storm rises in Yanjing
"Sir, obey the order."
Lord Zheng stood up and walked towards the carriage.
At this time, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Ji Laoliu who was kneeling beside him.
Ji Laoliu seemed to feel something at this time and raised his head.
then,
Ji Laoliu saw Lord Zheng turn his eyes away naturally again, perfectly staggering.
Ha ha,
Ji Laoliu lowered his head again.
He is not angry,
Because when the father asked the prince to drive the carriage, King Jingnan could say that it was more suitable for the Marquis of Pingxi to drive the carriage;
But it is impossible for him, Lord Zheng, to walk over and say:
The sixth prince is better at driving than his minister.
Wait until you reach the carriage,
The prince took two steps back to greet Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan and the prince were greeted at the same time;
He 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 on the carriage, picked up the reins, and started to drive.
Driving a carriage is technically difficult, but the horses that can pull His Majesty's carriage are all extremely well tamed and trained. With a gentle tug of the reins, they can get on the road steadily and drag the carriage forward.
The carriage opened the way, and the kneeling crowds around began to give way.
No one dared to stop this carriage.
Enter the east gate of Yanjing, then take the official road, and then go up the imperial road. All the way, the imperial guards are guarding, and on both sides are the people kneeling in darkness, shouting long live the mountain.
The common people don't know what it means for a prince to supervise the country.
They only knew that their Emperor had been recuperating in the backyard for a long time.
They have become accustomed to Emperor Yan being the sky above their heads. This sense of security cannot be replaced by Prince Laoshi or the Sixth Prince.
Similarly,
This is true among the people, in the government and the public, and in the military.
For thousands of years, emperors have been pursuing great achievements and opening up new territories. Such achievements are not just for leaving a name in history, but also for the accumulation and consolidation of personal prestige;
Because the emperor himself is the Supreme Being, the supreme leader of a country.
But in the world today, among all the countries, no monarch has a great achievement comparable to that of Emperor Yan.
The so-called militarism,
The so-called people are in dire straits.
The so-called prosperity means the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer;
Many times, it is not the voice of the real people, because most of the people are illiterate and cannot write such neatly contrasted words.
The people in Yanjing City have the highest living standards in the entire Yan Dynasty, including Jin, and most of them have nothing to do with the people's livelihood;
Even if we really go to the villages where Yan is suffering from drought at this time and the people are struggling to make a living, and they have to exchange their children for food, there is no way that those skinny old Yan people will continue to stand up the longevity tablets of Emperor Yan in their homes. At most, they will scold this. The thief God brings great disasters, but he will never scold the emperor.
Mr. Zheng, who drives the carriage,
Looking at the people on both sides,
In my heart,
With more and more enlightenment;
When you stand in a different position, your thinking angle will naturally be different.
Emperor Yan indeed launched foreign wars again and again, dragging the entire country to the brink of collapse, but the world was not qualified to judge what some people did.
Leaving behind one generation, or the next generation after that, or even the one who was criticized by thousands of people at that time, a single man and a thief, thousands of years later, he will be the emperor of the ages praised by thousands of people.
Palace door, open.
A group of eunuchs knelt on both sides,
shouted in unison:
"This slave welcomes His Majesty back to the palace!"
"This slave welcomes His Majesty back to the palace!"
Lord Zheng slightly increased his strength on the reins, and the carriage drove into the palace gate at a slightly faster speed.
This marks that
His Majesty the Emperor of Dayan,
He once again entered Dayan's true center of power, although he had never lost it at all.
Lord Zheng subconsciously turned his head slightly and glanced at the car curtain behind him;
This is the last flashback, right?
This is true for His Majesty the Emperor,
Regarding the current situation of the Great Yanhu suppressing the East,
This is true for the three people who stood together, the Iron Triangle;
For this era,
As it is.
Many people knew that Emperor Yan's body was already crumbling.
This is not a secret, and it cannot be kept secret at all;
The years of recuperation in the back garden are actually not considered recuperation, but hard work;
I survived that winter, survived this spring, survived the previous summer, and finally waited for this autumn.
He is back,
he,
also came back;
In the center of the empire, there is still his seat, and below it, there are two seats.
Everyone knows that a king is dying in his old age,
With this method,
With almost reservations about the operation of the country's court, the reins were once again taken up.
Look at those ministers kneeling there,
Who,
Do you still have the courage to go against the emperor's will in the next time?
What is authority?
What is the art of power?
What is true reaching the top?
Last night, Zheng Fan asked Sun Ying to remember to look more today. In fact, the person who saw the most directly and had the deepest feelings today was him, Marquis Zheng himself.
This carriage,
It was indeed not in vain.
After entering the palace, Eunuch Wei came to lead the way and led Zheng Fan to drive the carriage to the imperial study.
In the imperial study room, preparations have been made, and the conservatory has been heated up.
When Emperor Yan got out of the car, Zheng Fan noticed that Emperor Yan was clearly sweating on his forehead. The emperor was afraid of heat.
But he still walked into the warm study room and sat down in his seat.
From start to finish,
Tian Wujing did not say another word to Emperor Yan.
They didn't communicate with each other in the carriage before.
Yes,
Lord Zheng is the coachman, he can testify.
The emperor entered the imperial study, and King Jingnan stood at the door.
He won't go in,
Naturally, it was impossible for Zheng Fan to go in.
Emperor Yan did not order anyone to call him in;
stood for a while,
Tian Wujing turned around and walked out.
Zheng Fan followed behind.
Inside and outside the palace, throughout Yanjing City, there were countless people racking their brains to think about what they would talk about in the imperial study room at this moment, but probably not many people knew that they actually didn't have a word of small talk.
"Your Majesty, Prince Jingnan and Lord Pingxi have gone to Fengzheng Palace."
Fengzheng Palace was the palace where the Queen Empress lived during her lifetime.
After the death of the Queen, it remained vacant, and Emperor Yan never established a new queen.
Emperor Yan sitting on the chair,
Holding the armrests on both sides with both arms,
look,
It's so deep that people dare not look directly.
for a while,
Emperor Yan closed his eyes,
His whole body seemed to be relieved, and he leaned back on the chair.
The generosity of the dragon robe suddenly became apparent after losing this vitality.
Wei Zhonghe felt a thump in his heart.
But after seeing that His Majesty’s breathing was still steady,
Then I felt relieved;
His Majesty,
Is asleep.
But at the same time,
He didn't know when he started, but he was already prepared in his heart that His Majesty would die at any time.
Son of Heaven,
I will also grow old,
Son of Heaven,
It is impossible to really say long live long live long live long live.
Wei Zhonghe stepped back cautiously and looked at the corners of the imperial study from the corner of his eye. However, he did not stay long and walked to the door.
Half hunched over,
Put your hands down in front of you,
standing,
Waiting
as usual,
While His Majesty was taking a nap,
He was waiting at the door for His Majesty to wake up.
He once waited like this at the door of the study room of the Prince's Mansion,
I also waited like this outside the meeting hall of the East Palace,
I have also been waiting at the door of the Imperial Study Room for many years.
He's used to it,
Soon after getting used to it, His Majesty, who only allowed himself a short nap, would call him to serve tea and continue to deal with the seemingly endless government affairs.
A withered yellow leaf fell down and landed on Wei Zhonghe's boots.
This withered leaf,
No trace of green color has been seen for a long time,
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 several eunuchs guarding the door.
Here, there are also people who specially clean it to prevent it from being dilapidated.
after all,
The empress is the biological mother of the prince. When the prince oversees the country, it is impossible for the prince not to give an account to Feng Zheng Palace.
It stands to reason,
Foreign men are not allowed to enter the palace;
But obviously, this rule has no restrictions on King Jingnan.
When the Ouchi guards along the way saw him, they just knelt down and saluted, and no one dared to stop him.
Occasionally, when the maids and eunuchs in the harem saw King Jingnan and Marquis of Pingping coming one after another, they were immediately frightened and knelt down on both sides of the road, not daring to breathe.
open the door,
Enter the palace.
Inside, it is neat and tidy, but without the owner, the palace is like a person who has lost his soul. It is difficult to find the so-called spirit.
No matter how nice the house is or how beautiful the yard is, it is still meant for people to live in.
King Jingnan stood in the courtyard, looking at the clusters of chrysanthemums in the flower garden.
His sister loves chrysanthemum the most;
Zheng Fan stood beside him, just watching and not speaking.
I stood in the yard for a long time,
King Jingnan opened the inner door and walked out of the bedroom.
The furnishings inside were the same as before, except that the bed was covered with a curtain.
Next to the bed, there is a couch. The master sleeps on the bed, and the maid sleeps under the bed for convenience.
Tian Wujing walked to the couch and sat down.
Zheng Fan walked around behind Tian Wujing, not to block his view.
According to folk rumors, King Jingnan of Dayan was a demon who disowned his relatives;
In the early years, there were rumors that he sold his entire family to gain glory.
This statement is actually untenable, because the situation at that time was that the powerful families worked together to make the two princes of the north and south become kings together;
But at that time, there were many, many people who believed this statement.
In the eyes of the world, people who do not recognize their relatives must be bad people and must love glory and wealth.
As for the original glory and wealth of the Tian family, most people have no idea of ​​it.
But later on, when Nanhou took command and won a series of great victories, no one mentioned this statement.
Many people are actually worried. This demon king who does not recognize his relatives must not rebel. If he wants to rebel, who can stop him?
Zheng Fan paid special attention to the fact that Lao Tian did not shed tears or close his eyes in memory;
It seemed that he just came back to see his sister.
The mystery of Cuckoo’s death has not yet been completely solved;
But in addition to Du Juan, there is another person's death that is also the same, and that is the death of the queen.
Xiao Liuzi's letter said that that night, if the queen had not passed away, the prince's wedding would be far away, and it would even be almost impossible for the prince and the princess to be together because of the "incompatibility";
that night,
Ji Laoliu had to go underground for an outing first.
Although Ji Laoliu did not explicitly say anything about this matter, it is conceivable that there must be problems with this matter.
Because when Ji Laoliu faced Uncle Qi that night, he asked Uncle Qi to wait until dawn before using the sword against him.
he,
What are you waiting for?
Lord Zheng took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Today, he felt that he was witnessing real history. Just imagine, as a person who was immersed in the scene, facing the three people in the most inner circle of the empire, it still seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog;
How ridiculous are those people in later generations who think they know everything after reading a history book.
In fact, Tian Wujing stood up after not sitting for long.
Zheng Fan continued to follow.
The two of them left Fengzheng Palace.
even,
out of the palace.
The soldiers and horses they brought were stationed in the camp outside the city, but the guards still came in. At the entrance of the palace, the guards from both families were waiting, and the two beasts were also crawling there.
Tian Wujing got on Pixiu, and Zheng Fan also got on his end.
Suddenly,
Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,
Road:
"Lead the way, my king, I don't know the way."
"Where to go, my lord?"
"The tomb of my Tian family."
"..." Zheng Fan.
That night, King Jingnan killed his entire family;
Subsequently,
The one who was asked to stay and collect the bodies was Zheng Fan.
Since then, Tian Wujing has not returned to Beijing for more than four years, and has never visited his own tomb.
Looking for someone to ask for directions, where is the family grave;
"Your Majesty, follow me."
The Tian family originally had an ancestral grave, but obviously, after that night, it was obviously impossible to bury all the dead clan members in the ancestral grave.
The burial place is at the foot of a hill not far from the Tian family's original residence.
What surprised Zheng Fan was,
King Jingnan did not enter it, but glanced at the location of the tomb from a distance and stopped.
then,
Pixiu turned around and wanted to go back.
coming,
Didn't go see it,
Like just coming over,
Find a way.
Marquis Zheng followed King Jingnan back, instead of entering the capital, he headed towards the 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: "Wherever the prince is, I will be there."
Subsequently,
Zheng Fan accompanied King Jingnan back to camp.
After the two of them entered the commander's tent together, the soldiers came forward to help them remove their armor.
"Are you hungry?"
Tian Wujing asked.
Zheng Fan nodded and said, "I'm hungry."
"Then eat."
The soldiers agreed and went down to prepare meals.
quickly,
A table of exquisite meals was brought in.
After all, it is just outside the capital, and the city has already sent wine and meat to reward the sergeants. It is normal to eat well.
And it's not just the case in the commander's tent. Today, the prince has issued an order to lift the alcohol ban and the soldiers can also drink alcohol.
Zheng Fan picked up the chopsticks,
Just getting ready to cut chopsticks,
But he found that Lao Tian picked up the wine pot and poured wine for Zheng Fan.
Mr. Zheng immediately put down his chopsticks and picked up his wine glass;
After pouring,
Lao Tian poured himself another glass.
Mr. Zheng stood up and prepared to clink glasses with Lao Tian.
Lao Tian picked up the wine glass,
Mr. Zheng’s cup touched the bottom of Lao Tian’s cup.
Subsequently,
All in one drink.
Lao Tian also drank it all in one gulp.
Lord Zheng stood up again, took the initiative to pick up the wine flask, and filled it for both parties.
then,
sit down,
Pick up the chopsticks,
When I was preparing to pick up the dishes,
But after seeing Lao Tian pick up the chopsticks,
Put two chopsticks,
Inserted into the rice bowl in front of him.
Lord Zheng froze for a moment.
Instead of picking up the food, he placed his chopsticks across the edge of the bowl.
Tian Wujing pointed at Zheng Fan's bowls and chopsticks.
Road:
"you eat."
"Yes, my lord."
Zheng Fan picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating like a storm without hesitation.
He ate a lot and was very full,
But finally,
I ate most of the food on the small table,
At last,
He even took the bowl of rice with the chopsticks inserted and ate it.
Now,
I really ate until my belly was so bloated that I couldn’t bear it.
Lao Tian has no appetite.
But Lao Tian’s habit is not to let himself feel any weakness or sadness;
such as,
The food on this table,
There is much left,
It's just showing weakness.
"Come here." Zheng Fan shouted.
The guards came in and removed the small table.
Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan who was feeling a little uncomfortable, shook his head and said, "You can leave the rest."
"It's okay, I don't like wasting food."
Some things are actually tacitly understood between each other and do not require too much explanation at all.
You have saved me so many times,
I'm just going to support you once.
Tian Wujing placed a waist badge in front of him. It was the King of Jingnan's order.
Road:
"keep it."
Zheng Fan shook his head and said with a smile, "You know, I don't need this."
"Look, in front of whom."
Zheng Fan fell silent.
finally,
Zheng Fan reached out and took Wang Ling in his hand.
"Take a rest." Tian Wujing said.
Zheng Fan stood up, walked to the entrance of the tent, stopped, turned around, and walked to Tian Wujing,
road;
"Brother, I haven't been happy all day. Are you explaining the funeral arrangements?"
Tian Wujing shook his head.
"Don't forget what you promised me. If you really want to run for liberation, you have to tell me in advance. Whether we choose the sunset or the morning glow, whether we choose a black cloak or a red cloak, you have to let me do it. make a decision.
I'm not bragging to you,
If I don't join the army and fight, I can make a living as a painter. I may not be able to compare with those masters of painting in the palace when it comes to artistic conception, but really when it comes to who paints more delicately and has a better sense of image. , I’m really not afraid to compare with them.
You have to prepare yourself mentally for me.
You must prepare me mentally,
I'm asking for it now, and that's it.
You want me to swear that I will keep my promise if this Black Dragon Flag does not fall, but you must keep your word. "
"If you want to seek death, I can die in the fire in Yingdu, with the flames of the fire and phoenix as the furnace. Is there such a worthy cremation in this world?"
"That……"
"I don't care what the world thinks of me, not at all."
Tian Wujing stretched out his hand,
Looking at the palm of my hand,
Slowly said:
"I, the King, have no intention of deliberately seeking death. I have never."
Zheng Fan knelt down on one knee and saluted.
Subsequently,
Exited the handsome account.
In handsome tent,
Tian Wujing's eyes continued to fall on his palm prints;
die,
It is an escape and a relief;
There is no mirror in his field,
The crime is extremely heinous, the sin is overwhelming,
Not worthy of escape, not worthy of liberation, not worthy of salvation;
die,
Of course you can die,
Man is inherently mortal,
But he doesn't deserve it,
Not worthy of deliberately seeking death.
right now,
The one in the imperial study room,
I am afraid that more than anyone else, I want to lie down in the mausoleum that he has built long ago.
……
"Wei Zhonghe..."
"The slave is here."
Wei Zhonghe, who was standing at the door of the royal study, immediately came back and looked at Emperor Yan who opened his eyes.
In the eyes of Emperor Yan,
Full of fatigue,
murmured:
"Oh... I woke up again."
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Thanks to classmate Xiaoshou Bingliang and Mengxiu sen for becoming the new leaders of Molin!
(End of this chapter)