Deposed Empress General

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Chapter 8: Portal

Although Murong Yan is the second prince of the State of Yan, he cannot be trusted by the King of Yan. Above the last banquet alone, the left wolf could already see it. But there are not many people who know why. At that time, Murong Yan's mother-in-law was Rong Jiechi, who favored the sixth house. At that time, the harem had no master, and Rong Jiechi led the consorts, which can be described as one person under 10,000 people.

This woman is not only intelligent, but also ambitious. That is why Murong Yan taught nearly rigorously from a small tube. Murong Yan is very young, and he is proficient in chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, and the King of Yan also loves him very much. During this period, almost everyone believed that he would be the future prince.

Murong Yan and her right-hand daughter Jiang Sanyi have been playing together since childhood and have a close relationship. Seeing the two children's childhood, Jiang Sanyi naturally pushed the boat down the river, and asked the queen mother to make a marriage agreement for the two children.

However, there was a cloudy day in the moon, just as everyone was waiting for Rong Jiechi to be sealed, and Murong Yan was listed as Chu Jun. Murong Yuan sent three generals, defeated in the third battle. In the end, no one dared to ask for help.

At that time, the concubine was only Jing'e's Li Fei who recommended his brother to be the general. After the Li family's battle in Shan Rong, there were frequent news reports, Murong Yuan's long Yan Yue, but the relatives of the Li family in the DPRK began to attract courtiers and persuaded Murong Yuan to set up Li Fei as the posterior.

Li Fei has the eldest son, Murong, who is an adult. If you make her the emperor, it means that the eldest son is the prince.

Rong Jiechi won the favor for a long time, and naturally the concubine below was not much better. For a moment, the square inch was lost. At this time, the Li family fighting Shan Rong was stagnant, and the cost of food and grass was undoubtedly worse for Dayan at the time.

In desperation, Murong Yuan set Lee's name behind. On the day of the announcement, Rong Jiechi was in trouble at Chengguang Hall. Angrily, Murong Yuan gave poisonous wine and made him commit suicide. This was a wake-up call under anger. He knew Rong Jiechi's temperament, but if he didn't give heavy medicine, he wouldn't take soft admissions.

Who knew that at the time, at the sight of the palace, everyone thought that Rong Jieyu had gone. Queen Li sent her own confidant, and when she was ready, she immediately poured poison wine on Rong Jiechi.

When Murong Yuan finished handling the post-sealing matters and went to Rong Jiechi's Zhangwen Hall, Rong Jiechi had a dark face, like a ghost, and the body was already cool. The dead body still had claws like hooks, holding Murong Yan's hand tightly.

Murong Yuan looked at his five-year-old son, and no one knew what he saw in the child's eyes. But since then, he has never looked at Murong Yan again and never said a word to him again.

The prince who was most likely to become the prince and the successor to Datong fell into the dust overnight. He moved out of the palace early before he was an adult, and still has no title. There are also no official positions in North Korea.

This is a heart disease of King Yan, and no one dares to touch this inverse scale. Over time, no courtier finally mentioned the prince again. In the past, Rong Hua disappeared, leaving behind a secret affair of the palace prince, but people no longer sigh.

Out of the other building, Murong Yan looked calm when talking about this past event. Zuo Canglang followed him, and the street was quiet and there were no people. Murong Yan smiled and said, "I was only five years old, but I remember every bead on her head."

The left wolf didn't speak, and Murong Yan suddenly stopped and followed her, slamming her head into Murong Yan's back. Like the iron wall of the back, the left wolf was covering his nose, and his tears were streaming down. Murong Yan looked back at her. In the hazy night, his gown was dangling, and the fragrance of his body flickered away.

Seeing the demon, Zuo Canglang could not help but take a few steps back. For a long time, don't look for the topic, and said, "His Royal Highness hasn't gotten married yet. Is it because Jiang Xixiang has the intention to regret marriage?"

Murong Yan said: "Naturally. As a queen, once my brother ascends to the throne, will there be a way for me to survive? Who would be willing to marry a daughter to an imperial prince?"

Zuo Langlang didn't know what to say, and Murong Yan said quietly, "No need to say anything, accompany me this way."

A five-year-old child lost his mother-in-law and father's favor. How much humiliation do you have to endure in the cold and deep palace? He didn't say. The left wolf nodded, and the two walked one behind the other, walking on a long street in the middle of the night. Wind dew dipped in clothing, and the residual moon followed.

It's night, Dayan Palace. Mu Rongyuan criticized the book, and when sleepiness struck, he lay on the dragon case and closed his eyes for a rest. But for a moment, I fell into a dream. In my dream, I went back to Zhang Wen Dian. The palace is luxurious and has strong colors.

The woman was gorgeous, sitting on a jewelled chaise longue, holding her son's wrist tightly in her right hand. He approached slowly, calmly calling her girlfriend's name: "Wild Ping."

No response, however. He pulled the ray of blue silk away, and saw the woman's head down, her face already blue and purple, and black blood staining through a large part of her chest. Wu Qing's face, black nails, like a grievous millennium female ghost, with a little sound, will wake her up.

The child raised his head, and he was beside his dead mother, letting her hold his wrists. Quiet and silent. Like a demon possessed by a grudge. The next moment, the human skin will be torn open, revealing the **** real body.

"Wild Ping—" He called the name suddenly, but opened his eyes, and saw the temple candle glowing and swaying into shadow.

Even more leaky, Murong Yan felt only a faint pain in his wrist. It seems back to the original time, the woman held his hand tightly, and those beautiful eyes slowly covered with bloodshots, turning **** red. Her lips were discolored, black blood stained her teeth, and it was sick and dirty. She clasped his hand, pulled him to his eyes, and touched his face with the tip of his nose: "This is the end of the weak. You can see clearly, this is the end of the weak!"

Black blood splashed on his face, and she sat back on the chaise longue.

"I know you hate me, haven't I been good to you these years?" Her blood ticked and stained Jie's suit, "When I was pregnant with you, I thought, if I had a princess, Alright. But when you were born, I felt that the world, the princess and the princess, are no more than you. If you hate me, I hate it. I am not afraid of death, but after I die, I really do n’t know What to do. "

She turned her head and smiled at him. Her pupils were bleeding and her eyes were tender: "Yaner, in fact, I really want to ... look at your wife and filial son, and your children will go ..."

After that, she bowed her head slightly, but clenched his hand. They are a group of the most ruthless hunters, and the most beautiful and gentle prey. They are destined to run away and chase all their lives.

The next day, Zuolanglang went to work with Murong Yan's guard. In addition to her, there are two masters beside Murong Yan, one is Zhou Xin and the other is Feng Ping. It is said that it was the confidant that Rongfei specially cultivated for him.

Zuolanglang went outside Murongyan's room door, and Feng Ping left immediately. In fact, strictly speaking, Feng Ping and the three left wolves are a bit of an apprenticeship. He used to manage everything in the orphan camp before, including the "masters" inside.

But those "Masters" obviously didn't leave a good impression in their hearts, so Zuolanglang never obeyed him. The two haven't said a few words so far.

She stood outside the door for a while, and Murong Yan got up and went in to serve. Zuo Canglang was quite quiet outside the door.

Horses have been prepared outside, and Murong Yan used breakfast to go out with the left wolf. Today's weather is really good, the sun peeped out early. A ray of morning light shone on the glazed tiles, reflecting the whole street.

Zuo Canglang did not ask him where to go. Wang Yunzhao had taught her a lot of rules, and she began to know how to be a qualified guard.

Just arrived at the main street, a sedan in front passed by. The four corners of the sedan chair hang a bell, and the colored silk is wefted. At a glance, you know which owner of the rich family must be the lady or lady. The left wolf didn't care, but Murong Yan strangled the horse. The next man opened the road, and the sedan walked quickly on the long street, and in a blink of an eye came to the front.

The owner inside seemed to be inductive and lifted the curtains. Suddenly, the left wolf saw the face, which was Xin Li Li and nasty goose fat. At that moment, she suddenly understood what it meant to be all over the country.

Cai Jiao and the horse passed by, the beauty's eyes were as soft as spring water, hoping to be Murong Yan. Feelings of grievance and resentment. The sedan drifted away, and she looked back, without words, and had already expressed her affection. When the beauty goes far, Murong Yan moves on. Zuolang followed him, and he said nothing, so she didn't ask.

But the person who would make him stop and stare, don't guess who he is.

Mu Rongyan's tenderness quickly received no trace. He took the left wolf to Leng Feiyan and Yang Lianting's other gardens, and said, "Fei Yan follow me, let's go somewhere."

Leng Feiyan knew that he had a task, but still a little excited. Yang Lianting said, "Lord!" Murong Yan smiled, and said, "Study the medical books well, you have a busy time."

Yang Lianting had no choice but to stay. Leng Feiyan followed them, walking around and coming to a deep house. Murong Yan motioned for Leng Feiyan to push the door, and Leng Feiyan carefully pushed the door in. The house looked ordinary on the outside, but there was something different on the inside.

Behind the house is not a garden. There is a school ground for martial arts, a neat dormitory, and a weapon storehouse. Leng Feiyan was taken aback. Mu Rongyan held her hand and made a stroke on the Zhu Qi cylinder: "Since then, this is yours."

Leng Feiyan looked around, with joy in surprise: "Really?"

Murong Yan didn't repeat it. Leng Feiyan was spinning around in the main hall for a week, and the clothes were flying, so wonderful: "Great, I like it here!"

Murong Yan smiled gently: "We need to put our eyes and ears in the right place, and we need a lot of reliable and useful people. However, I don't want them to know who is behind you. I hope you are the highest leader in their eyes. Understand?"

Leng Feiyan's expression was sober: "Subordinates understand."

Murong Yan nodded with satisfaction: "From this month on, you have an account in Tongbao Qianzhuang, and every month a sum of money will be credited on time, enough for you to feed this place. I allow you to establish our contact point in any way and cultivate Our manpower. "

Leng Feiyan looked at the blank couplets and said, "Yes! Can your subordinates please give me a name for this place?"

Murong Yan picked up the wolf in the case and handed it to her, saying, "Think for yourself, this is your place."

Leng Fei's lips were dipped in a pen, and a pen was dipped in ink. On the couplet with bright red dots of gold powder, slowly wrote the three big characters of the swallow's nest.

Self-conscious snail house, compatible with swallow nest.