Devil’s Advent

"The family has a poor foundation. There is only one leg of lamb. I can't get enough to eat. What's the point of fighting over it?"

In the royal study,

Wei Zhonghe was reading Zheng Fan's words word by word.

There was a slight delay, but not the slightest difference. His left ear was also trembling slightly, which could be said to be "synchronized sound transmission", and even the tone of voice was imitating Zheng Fan.

Ji Runhao tore off a piece of mutton and chewed it slowly in his mouth, saying:

"This kid is a bit interesting, no wonder Cheng Jue plays with him."

Ji Chengjue,

It is the name of the sixth prince.

"Your Majesty, this kid has a clear mind, and this servant also likes him very much."

This is the second time Wei Zhonghe said this today, which means that he really appreciates Zheng Fan and thinks that Zheng Fan is very suitable for living in the palace.

The ecology of the imperial palace is originally a Gu farm, and the eunuchs who can climb out step by step from the bottom eunuchs all have very scheming and means.

But after all, the palace is not a battlefield, nor is it a river and lake. The status of an eunuch is already incomplete, and he is not even counted as a human being. Everything depends on his own master.

Therefore, the ability to please the master is the first skill for eunuchs to survive in the court.

On this point, Wei Zhonghe is very optimistic about Zheng Fan.

To be able to win the favor of the Sixth Prince, the Marquis of Jingnan, and now the Marquis of Zhenbei, even His Majesty said he was interesting.

In addition, during the day, Zheng Fan personally used a scabbard to amputate the five limbs of the third prince, which really made Wei Zhonghe see the madness buried in Zheng Fan's heart.

well,

This kind of person is really born to be a eunuch.

Put it in the rivers and lakes, it is equivalent to the innate perfect body of a martial artist, and the foundation of qi fusion for a qi refiner.

It's a pity that Wei Zhonghe also knows that he probably has no chance to cut off Zheng Fan's penis and let Zheng Fan recognize him as a godfather.

If the two marquises know that they have cut off the root of their descendants, hiss...

"Oh, that's interesting, you eunuch like him, Wu Jing made it clear that he wanted to support him, and now Liang Ting is also obviously interested in this kid.

This kid is really a sweet potato, very much in demand. "

"No way, no matter where this kid is, isn't he one of your majesty's people? The Marquis of Zhenbei wants to pull him, but it's hard to say whether this kid will agree, after all, the Marquis of Jingnan treats him even better.

But no matter what, as soon as your majesty opens his mouth, won't this kid immediately kneel down in front of his majesty? "

"I don't mind if my son is abolished, but do you mind if you treat him as him?"

"this……"

"Good steel has to be used on the blade. This kid is from the Beifeng family. Earlier, he should have been the one who suppressed the northern army under Li Liangting. Why did Wu Jing take the lead?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, the servant went to check his resume. At the earliest, he was promoted by the princess. Because of his military exploits when he was a civilian husband, he beheaded the leader of the Shatuo tribe.

But what the princess mentioned was only the captain of Hushang Xiaowei, who said that he was under the Zhenbei Army, but it was nothing more than a nominal job.

Later, the imperial court intends to transfer the officials from the north to the south, and this kid was sent to guard Dangbaozhai in Yinlang County. "

"Where are you going?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, let's go to the Ministry of War."

"Cheng Jue did it?"

"Military Minister Jiang Wenzhou's youngest son owes a lot of money to the gambling house under the name of His Royal Highness Six."

"Oh? Did Cheng Jue not cover it up?"

"Return to Your Majesty, this is the first time the Sixth Prince has set out to install someone for himself in his adult years."

"He does have vision, this Zheng Fan is a talent."

"It seems that not only the two marquises and the servant appreciate him, but also His Majesty. The servant is really envious of this kid. After all, it is the blessings of several lifetimes to get the current fortune."

"You eunuch, I tell you to read more books on weekdays, but you don't, you only know how to adopt those useless godsons and buy your own land everywhere."

"Your Majesty, this servant is so stupid that I really can't read books anymore. This servant is also getting old. The only thing I want to do in this life is to serve Your Majesty until I can't serve you anymore. Then go back and buy a Zhuangzi and build a shrine. Temple, this servant can continue to pray to His Majesty every day."

"This flattery is not authentic, you old eunuch who is a Qi refiner can catch up with the old man, right?"

"I can't do it, I can't do it, the master's ability, the old slave has only learned a little bit."

The title of grand master is allowed in the palace, because that Qi refiner did not hesitate to be seriously injured to escort the late emperor's family out of Beijing safely, so it can be said that he is also the savior of His Majesty today.

"Don't talk about these nonsense, I reckon I won't survive you, an old eunuch."

"That will save trouble. Your Majesty, when you go, take the old slave with you. When you reach the sky, the old slave can continue to serve your majesty."

"Hehe, Zheng Fan is not as good as you when it comes to flirting skills."

"This is the old slave's ability to settle down."

"Oh, you, you."

Yan Huang's eyebrows turned aura,

road:

"The family is weak, and the leg of lamb is not enough. This little property is not worth fighting for, let alone fighting for it. It's better to go out and lay down a big territory for my big swallow together!"

Wei Zhonghe's heart shuddered,

road:

"Your Majesty, what does that kid actually mean?"

He really dared to say it, he really dared to say it.

What surprised Wei Zhonghe the most was that he could see clearly.

"This kid has a big heart and sees more clearly."

This is Emperor Yan's evaluation of Zheng Fan.

As everyone knows, standing behind Zheng Fan is the sixth prince who is the most likeable father and a peerless blind man with silver coins. It is like two think tanks watching the news broadcast with you. You must be able to see more deeply than others.

"Earlier, what Liang Ting said to him after he finished talking about the attack strategy."

"It was Lord Zhenbei who taught him how to roast a leg of lamb?"

Emperor Yan glanced at Wei Zhonghe, Wei Zhonghe immediately slapped his mouth, twitched his mouth twice, but Wei Zhonghe immediately knelt down,

"The slave made a slip of the tongue, please punish him, Your Majesty."

In fact, this does not mean that Wei Zhonghe said something wrong, because what Wei Zhonghe said was correct, Li Liangting did teach Zheng Fan how to roast a leg of lamb after Zheng Fan finished talking about the strategy of attacking the army.

But the fault was in Wei Zhonghe's tone, which carried a little bit of disdain for Li Liangting, as light as a cicada's wing, but was captured by Yanhuang.

Everywhere, there is regional discrimination and occupational discrimination. This is human nature and cannot be changed.

Eunuchs actually belong to the bottom end of professional discrimination, almost the bottom end, even if it is a tortoise in a red curtain, it is not impossible for him to straighten up.

Emperor Yan's eyes fell on Wei Zhonghe,

Wei Zhonghe's back was already dripping with cold sweat.

But if you want to say that Wei Zhonghe is discriminating against Li Liangting's background as a northern barbarian, then you will underestimate the handprint of this Great Yan Si Li Supervisor.

In fact, he was probing, probing Emperor Yan's true intentions for the Marquis of Zhenbei. As a slave, you have to act according to the wishes of your master. This is his instinct of life, a habit that has been infiltrated in his bones.

But obviously, His Majesty's feelings for Zhenbei Hou have already become so sensitive.

"Get up, if there is a next time, go to Zhen Shouling and wait for me in advance."

"Your Majesty, this old servant dare not."

Wei Zhonghe stood up slowly.

"Although Liang Ting was talking about the roast leg of lamb, he was also saying in disguise that what Zheng Fanzhi Fanglue said was right.

As a general, in his eyes, only how to defeat the enemy in front of him, how to take down the city in front of him, as the saying goes, it is easy to get a thousand troops, but it is hard to find a general, but in my opinion, it is easy to get a thousand generals, but hard to find a general.

If I tell you again that the strategy Zheng Fan said is almost the same as the strategy I discussed with Liang Ting Wujing back then, how would you feel about it, you old eunuch? "

"This old slave congratulates His Majesty for another great talent, congratulations to His Majesty, congratulations to Great Swallow!"

Like a leg of lamb,

It is necessary to consider what materials the sheep are fed before being slaughtered, charcoal, spices, etc., just like the real guards of one side or the handsome talents of the raider, what needs to be considered is not just the immediate battle Or the gains and losses of the city in front of you, but you have to consider the various changes in politics, economy, culture, the other party, and your own court.

This kind of thing is called a pattern.

What Li Liangting and Yan Huang admired was exactly the kind of pattern shown by Zheng Fan in his strategy.

Of course, what Emperor Yan and Marquis Zhenbei didn't know was how many talents stood behind Zheng Fan. Newton was standing on the shoulders of giants, and Zheng Fan was being carried by seven dwarfs.

"The Jiang family, is it on the list of prisoners or the list of exterminations?"

"Return to Your Majesty, it is on the list of prisoners."

"Go to the Book of Extinction."

"The slave obeys the order."

"By the way, did Cheng Jue build a temple outside the city?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is an earth temple, but behind it is the memorial tablet of the Min family, and Concubine Min."

"Oh, poor Cheng Jue."

Wei Zhonghe stood on the side, not daring to speak.

Shaoqing,

Emperor Yan said:

"Push it."

………

"Are you full?"

"If you go back to Lord Marquis, you will be full of humble jobs."

"Why do you eat so little?"

"Beizhi is really not used to eating so greasy in the morning."

"That's because life is too comfortable on weekdays."

"Before joining the army, the family was running a small business, so there was no shortage of food and clothing."

"If the Marquis says he envies you, do you believe it?"

"I believe it."

"oh?"

"Because the food in the Hou Mansion is really unpalatable."

"Oh, it's really unpalatable. You know, this Marquis has been looking forward to the opportunity to go to Beijing before. When I was a child, I could grab His Majesty's chicken legs when I went to Beijing."

"..." Zheng Fan.

After all, this is the imperial palace. You Zhenbeihou can talk about the embarrassing things about Emperor Yan before, but Zheng Fan knows that he can't agree with it.

Zhenbeihou walked in front, and Zheng Fan followed behind.

In Zheng Fan's hands, he was still holding a lot of barbecue tools from Zhenbeihou. Zhenbeihou was a real person, and he brought his own tools to roast the leg of lamb in Yuyuan Garden, and he didn't forget to take them away.

When passing a pavilion gate, Zheng Fan felt that a barbecue grill was about to fall off, so he said to a palace guard standing on both sides of the pavilion gate:

"Brother, help me mention it."

The guard immediately reached out to help, and as soon as he took over a shelf, Zheng Fan saw two soldiers running behind him.

One person covered the guard's mouth, and the other put his knife on the guard's neck.

Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment,

The two soldiers smiled at Zheng Fan,

Zheng Fan also smiled,

Knowing that the other party doesn't seem to want blood splashed on him is also a good intention.

Zheng Fan took two steps back,

"puff!"

The knife cut across the neck of the enthusiastic guard.

A soldier took over the grill that the guard had helped Zheng Fan earlier, and said to Zheng Fan:

"My lord, I will help you get it."

"Oh, thank you, just help me pile it up, make it neat."

"Yes, my lord."

Another soldier dragged the guard's body away.

After rearranging the grill, Zheng Fan speeded up and caught up with Zhenbeihou.

While Zheng Fan was running, he clearly saw a group of soldiers also running.

Along the way, several guards who had saluted him before were killed by the soldiers who ran with him the next moment.

Not all of them were killed. For example, when one of the guards or patrols was killed, a soldier immediately replaced the guard who was killed. The patrol was still patrolling, and the garrison was still garrisoning.

Like a gust of wind, it blows over and squints your eyes, but when you rub your eyes and look closely, nothing seems to have changed.

"What's the matter, can you still hold it?" Zhenbeihou asked.

"good."

"Well, young people, you should do more."

Marquis Zhenbei didn't explain what was happening in the palace, so Zheng Fan didn't ask. In fact, Zheng Fan probably already guessed the reason.

The influence of aristocratic families on Dayan is everywhere, especially the guards in the palace. Although they are not like the noble children used by the later Qing court to serve as errands, it is difficult for ordinary people to get this position, after all. The closer you are to a big shot, the bigger the chance.

Before, they were holding back, but now, from the moment Jingnan Hou slaughtered Tian's family, things have already started.

Probably, it's not just that the imperial palace will undergo a big cleansing, the forbidden army may also be in a bloodbath at this time, and the Tiancheng County soldiers under the command of the eldest prince must also be doing similar things.

This is the power of the gatekeepers, they are everywhere, and their influence can touch almost every aspect of a country. To move the gatekeepers is to scrape the bones and cure the poison.

Ahead, several teams of eunuchs and maids hurried to the direction of the harem, and each team was led by a big eunuch in red.

They are going to invite some concubines and ladies in the palace to ascend to heaven.

The emperor has no family affairs. This statement is not only reflected in the fact that the women of the emperor's family often need to be reduced to a tool for political marriages. In fact, the emperor himself is also a sacrifice in this sentence.

In the early stage, in order to win over the powerful, you have to marry the girl of this family, right? After marrying this family, you can't neglect that family, right? This, this, and that are also to be married.

Many of the women in the harem stand behind a family, and sometimes, for a deeper political marriage, the emperor has to work hard to make them conceive and give birth to a prince or princess with their mother's blood.

Reminiscent of what Xiaoliuzi said yesterday, his father has been working on those "beauties" in Xiahang of Qianguo recently, and he probably also wants to give birth to one or two offspring with the blood of Qianguo people so as to facilitate the use of troops against Qianguo Rule it.

No matter how interesting and beautiful things are, as long as they are added with political tasks, they will be boring and boring.

a big fire,

From the burning of the farmhouse,

soon,

It will start a prairie fire throughout the country of Yan.

Walking in the palace at this time, Zheng Fan really felt a little excited. This excitement probably came from the fact that he was actually able to become a "witness of historical moments".

In front, a man in black armor appeared. His armor was the style of the Zhenbei Army. A wooden box was placed beside the man.

"Master Hou, please put on your armor."

"I really don't want to wear such heavy armor."

Zhenbeihou shook his head, but he felt helpless.

The man opened the box, and there was a set of simple and majestic armor inside.

Simple is simple, as for how majestic a set of armor is, it comes from Zheng Fan's imagination.

After all, it was Zhenbeihou's armor, just like the leg of lamb roasted by Zhenbeihou himself, it always gave people a special feeling.

Marquis of Zhenbei didn't pull up the tent either. In fact, he entered the palace from the West Garden today, which was a top secret, and it was only this man who came with him.

Zheng Fan stepped forward to help, the armor was very heavy, Zheng Fan felt a little difficult to lift it up, this shows why the Marquis of Zhenbei didn't like wearing him anymore, it felt similar to carrying several sacks of rice on his body.

There was also a python head big ring knife in the box, good guy, it was so heavy, Zheng Fan couldn't lift it at the first time.

The man stretched out his hand and lifted the big knife lightly, and Zhenbei Hou reached out to take it, but he didn't hold it up stupidly, but lowered the edge of the knife, and the blade pierced through the floor tiles of the palace.

leaning on a knife,

Zhenbei Hou said:

"Qingshuang."

"Lord Hou."

This man's name is Qingshuang? Kind of like a woman's name.

There are seven chief soldiers in Zhenbei Hou's mansion, six of them are given the surname of Li, and only one is not surnamed Li. Zheng Fan heard the introduction of the sixth prince, and this is the only one not surnamed Li, not because he is not taken seriously, but because of his His identity is very sensitive. There are rumors that he has the blood of the golden family of the barbarian royal court, or that he is a descendant of a prince who competed with the former emperor for the throne. He even has the blood of a royal family of Jin and Chu.

At least, according to Zheng Fan now, he should not have the blood of the Golden family, and there are still obvious differences in the appearance and characteristics of the barbarian and the Yan people.

"You have an empty general in your town, and give it to this kid."

"Yes, my lord."

"Lord Hou..."

"You belonged to Beifeng Renshi, and belonged to our Zhenbei Army. Now, you are just going home."

"Lord Hou..."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. Our Marquis's Mansion doesn't like this. If you want to thank Ben Hou, you should use meritorious service to talk about it. Ben Hou never loses sight of people. You must not let Ben Hou make an exception."

"Lord Hou..."

"That's it. You will follow Qingshuang from now on. Don't be afraid of Tian Wujing's blame, Tian Wujing is still half a generation behind this Marquis."

"Lord Hou."

"Um?"

This time it was Qingshuang who spoke to remind her.

Only then did Zhenbeihou stop talking to himself, and looked in the direction indicated by Qingshuang. Suddenly, Zhenbeihou's face turned red.

over there,

Standing a stalwart figure a little younger than Zhenbeihou, the gold-plated armor shines brightly in the light of the morning sun.