Devil’s Advent

Chapter 679 Yanjing Wind Rises

"Sir, obey the order."

Lord Zheng Hou got up and walked towards the carriage.

At this time, his eyes inadvertently swept to Ji Laoliu who was kneeling beside him.

At this moment, Ji Laoliu also seemed to have sensed something, and raised his head.

Then,

Ji Laoliu saw Master Zheng Hou turned his gaze away again naturally, perfectly staggered and shifted.

hehe,

Ji Laoliu lowered his head again.

he is not angry,

Because when the father asked the prince to drive, King Jingnan could say that Ping Xihou was more suitable to drive;

But he, Marquis Zheng, couldn't walk over and say another sentence:

The sixth prince is better at driving than the minister.

Wait till you get to the carriage,

The prince took two steps back to greet Zheng Fan,

Zheng Fan and the prince greeted at the same time;

I 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 into 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 well tamed and trained. With a light pull on the reins, they can be on the road steadily and drag the carriage forward.

The carriage drove away, and the kneeling crowd around them 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 forbidden army is guarding.

The common people don't know what it means for a prince to supervise a country,

They only know that His Majesty the Emperor has recuperated in the back garden for a long time,

They were used to the Emperor Yan being the sky above their heads, and this sense of security could not be replaced by Prince Laoshi or the Sixth Prince.

In the same way,

This is true among the people, in the government and the public, and in the army.

For thousands of years, emperors have been pursuing great achievements and expanding territories. This kind of meritorious service is not just for leaving a name in history, but also for accumulating and consolidating personal prestige;

Because the emperor himself is the Ninety-Five Supreme, the supreme of a country.

But in today's world, among all the countries, there is no country whose monarch can have 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, the people suffer; death, the people suffer;

In many cases, it is not the voice of the real people, because the vast majority of the people are illiterate and cannot write such neat and tidy words.

The people of Yanjing City, in the whole of Yanjing, counting the land of Jin, are the group with the highest standard of living, and most of them have nothing to do with the people;

Even if we really went to the village where Dayan was suffering from drought at this time, the people were struggling to make ends meet, and they had to change their children to eat and visit and ask, those skinny old Yan people might still have Yanhuang's longevity tablet at home, at most scolding this The old thief brought a catastrophe, but he would never scold the emperor.

Master Zheng Hou, who drives the car,

Looking at the people on both sides,

heart,

have more and more enlightenment;

When you stand in a different position, your thinking angle will naturally be different.

Yanhuang did launch foreign wars again and again, dragging the whole country to the brink of collapse, but the things that some people did, the world is not qualified to make a conclusion.

Leaving one generation, or the next generation, or even, at that time, the one who was blamed by thousands of people, who was a lone husband and a traitor to the people, will be the eternal and one emperor praised by thousands of people after thousands of years.

Palace gate, open.

A group of eunuchs knelt on both sides,

shouted in unison:

"My servant welcomes His Majesty back to the palace!"

Lord Zheng Hou slightly increased the strength of holding the rein, and the carriage drove into the palace gate at a slightly faster speed.

This signifies,

His Majesty the Emperor of Yan,

Once again entered Dayan's real power center, although, in fact, he never lost it at all.

Master Zheng Hou subconsciously tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the car curtain behind him;

This is the last flashback, right?

For His Majesty the Emperor,

This is true for the current situation where the Great Yanhu dominates the East,

For the three people who stood together back then, the Audio-Technica, so;

For this era,

If so.

Many people knew that Emperor Yan's body was already crumbling.

It's not a secret, and it can't be a secret at all;

The recuperation years 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, I waited until this autumn.

He is back,

he,

also came back;

In the center of the empire, there are still his seats, and there are two seats below.

A king who everyone knows is dying,

With this method,

On the premise that the operation of the imperial court of this country is almost reserved, the reins were once again taken.

Look at those ministers kneeling there,

who,

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 pinnacle?

Last night, Zheng Fan asked Sun Ying to remember to watch more today. In fact, the one who saw it most directly and felt the most profoundly today was Lord Zheng Hou himself.

this carriage,

It is 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 greenhouse has already been heated up.

When Emperor Yan got out of the car, Zheng Fan noticed that there was obviously sweat on Yanhuang's forehead. The emperor was afraid of heat.

But he still walked into the warm and dry imperial study room, and sat down in his place.

from beginning to end,

Tian Wujing didn't say another word to Emperor Yan,

In the carriage before, the two did not communicate.

Yes,

Zheng Houye is the coachman, he can testify.

When the emperor entered the imperial study, King Jingnan stood at the door.

he doesn'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, in the entire city of Yanjing, at this very moment, there are countless people who are racking their brains to think about what they will talk about in the imperial study, but probably not a few people know that they don't even have a small chat.

"Your Majesty, King Jingnan and Lord Pingxi have gone to Fengzheng Palace."

Fengzheng Palace was once the palace where the empress lived during her lifetime.

After the empress passed away, it has been vacant there, and the Emperor Yan has not established a new queen.

Emperor Yan sitting on a chair,

Holding the armrests on both sides with both arms,

look,

It is so deep that people dare not look directly at it.

Shaoqing,

Yan Huang closed his eyes,

The whole person's anger seemed to be relieved all of a sudden, and he leaned back on the chair.

The generosity of the dragon robe was immediately revealed after losing this energy.

Wei Zhonghe felt a "thump" in his heart,

But after seeing His Majesty's breathing is still steady,

just relax;

His Majesty,

Is asleep.

But at the same time,

He didn't know since when, he had already prepared in his heart that His Majesty would die at any time.

Son of Heaven,

will also be old,

Son of Heaven,

It is impossible to really live long live long live long live.

Wei Zhonghe stepped back cautiously, and from the corner of his eye, he looked at the corner of the imperial study, but he didn't stay for long, walked to the door,

half hunched,

hands down in front of you,

standing,

waiting

as usual,

When His Majesty takes a nap,

He was waiting at the door for His Majesty to wake up.

He once waited at the door of the study in the Prince's Mansion,

I also waited like this outside the meeting hall of the Eastern Palace,

I also waited for many years at the gate of this royal study,

he's used to it,

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 government affairs that seemed to never be finished.

A withered and yellow leaf fell down and landed on Wei Zhonghe's boot.

this dead leaf,

There is no trace of emerald green,

Only clear 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 in charge of guarding the door.

Here, there are also people who clean it specially, so that it will not be dilapidated.

after all,

The empress is the prince's biological mother, and when the prince supervised the country, it was impossible not to explain to Fengzheng Palace.

It stands to reason,

Foreign men are not allowed to enter the palace;

But obviously, this rule has no constraints on King Jingnan.

All the Ouchi guards along the way just knelt down and saluted when they saw him, no one dared to stop him.

Occasionally, the maids and eunuchs in the harem saw King Jingnan and Ping Xihou approaching one after the other, and they were immediately frightened and knelt down on both sides of the road, not daring to breathe.

open the door,

Step into the palace.

Inside, it is clean and tidy, but without the master's palace, it is really like a person who has lost his soul, and it is difficult to find the so-called spirit.

No matter how good the house is, no matter how beautiful the yard is, it is a place for people to live in.

King Jingnan stood in the yard, looking at the clusters of chrysanthemums in the flower garden.

His elder sister loves chrysanthemums the most;

Zheng Fan stood beside him, just watching without speaking.

Standing in the yard for a long time,

King Jingnan pushed open the inner door and left the bedroom.

The furnishings inside were the same as before, only the bed was covered with curtains.

Next to the bed, there is a couch, the master sleeps on the bed, and the maid sleeps under the bed, which is convenient for serving.

Tian Wujing walked to the couch and sat down.

Zheng Fan went around behind Tian Wujing, not blocking his view.

According to the folklore, King Jingnan of Great Yan is a devil that his relatives do not recognize;

In his early years, there were even rumors that he sold his entire clan for glory.

This statement is actually untenable, because the situation at that time was that the great clans made efforts together to make the two princes of the north and the south become kings together;

But at that time, there were many people who believed in this statement.

In the eyes of the world, people who do not recognize their relatives must be bad people, and they must love glory and wealth.

As for the original prosperity and wealth of the Tian family, most people don't have this concept.

It's just that after Nan Hou took command, he won a series of great victories. No one mentioned this kind of talk.

Many people are actually worried. This demon king who doesn't recognize his relatives, please don't rebel. If he wants to rebel, who can stop him?

Zheng Fan paid special attention to it, Lao Tian didn't shed tears, nor closed his eyes, to remember;

He seemed to just come back to see, to see his sister.

Du Juan's death, its mystery, has not been fully solved;

But besides Du Juan, there was another death, which was the same, and that was the death of the queen.

The letter from Xiaoliuzi said that that night, if it wasn't for the death of the queen, the prince's wedding would be far away, and it would even make it almost impossible for the prince and the princess to be together again because of the "incompatibility";

that night

Ji Laoliu had to go underground for an outing first.

Although Ji Laoliu didn't say anything about this matter, it is conceivable that there must be something wrong with this matter.

Because when Ji Laoliu faced Uncle Qi that night, he asked Uncle Qi to wait until dawn before striking him with a sword.

he,

What are you waiting for?

Lord Zheng Hou took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Today, he feels that he is witnessing the real history. Just imagine, as a person who is personally on the scene, facing the three people in the innermost circle of the empire, it still seems to be shrouded in layers of fog;

Those people in later generations who read a history book and think they have insight into everything are so ridiculous.

In fact, Tian Wujing got up after not sitting for long.

Zheng Fan continued to follow.

The two left Fengzheng Palace,

even,

out of the palace.

The soldiers and horses they brought were settled in the camp outside the city, but the guards still came in. At the gate of the palace, the guards of the two families were waiting, and the two Pixiu were also crawling there.

Tian Wujing fell on Paixiu, and Zheng Fan also sat on his side.

Suddenly,

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,

road:

"Lead the way, Ben Wang, I don't know the way."

"Where are you going, my lord?"

"The tomb of my Tian family."

"..." Zheng Fan.

That night, King Jingnan destroyed his family by himself;

Subsequently,

It was Zheng Fan who was asked to stay and collect the corpse.

Since then, for more than four years, Tian Wujing has never returned to Beijing, and he has never visited his own tomb.

Looking for someone to ask the way, where is the family grave;

"My lord comes with 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 place of burial is at the foot of a hill not far from Tian's home.

To Zheng Fan's surprise,

King Jingnan didn't enter it, but glanced at the location of the tomb from a long distance, and then stopped.

Then,

The Pixiu under the crotch turns and wants to go back.

coming,

did not go to see,

like just coming over,

Find a way.

Lord Zheng Hou followed King Jingnan back, and instead of entering the capital, he rushed to the camp outside the city.

Before entering camp,

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,

asked:

"Are you going to Beijing?"

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "Where the prince is, I will be there."

Subsequently,

Zheng Fan accompanied King Jingnan back to the camp.

After the two entered the commander's tent together, the soldiers stepped 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 promised to go down to prepare meals.

soon,

A table of exquisite meals was brought in.

After all, it was just outside the capital, and the city had already sent wine and meat to reward the sergeants, so it was normal to eat better.

And it's not just the case in the commander's tent. Today, the prince ordered that the alcohol ban be lifted, and the soldiers can also drink alcohol.

Zheng Fan picked up his chopsticks,

I'm getting ready to eat chopsticks,

Only to find that Lao Tian picked up the jug and poured wine for Zheng Fan.

Lord Zheng Hou immediately put down his chopsticks and picked up his wine glass;

After pouring,

Lao Tian poured himself another glass.

Lord Zheng Hou stood up, ready to toast with Lao Tian.

Lao Tian picked up the wine glass,

Zheng Houye touched the bottom of Lao Tian's cup with the edge of his cup,

Subsequently,

Drank it down.

Lao Tian also drank it all in one gulp.

Lord Zheng Hou got up again, took the initiative to pick up the jug, and filled both sides.

Then,

sit down,

pick up the chopsticks,

When preparing to pick up dishes,

But seeing Lao Tian pick up the chopsticks,

Take two chopsticks,

Insert it into the rice bowl in front of you.

Lord Zheng Hou froze for a moment,

He didn't pick up any food, but put his chopsticks horizontally beside the mouth of the bowl.

Tian Wujing pointed to Zheng Fan's bowl and chopsticks,

road:

"you eat."

"Yes, my lord."

Zheng Fan picked up the bowl and chopsticks, without hesitation, and began to eat like a whirlwind.

He ate a lot and was full,

but finally,

I ate most of the food on the small table,

at last,

He even took the bowl of rice with chopsticks and ate it.

Now,

It's true that I can't bear the stomach swelling.

Lao Tian has no appetite,

But Lao Tian's habit is not to let himself feel weak or sad;

for example,

The food on this table,

much left,

It's just showing weakness.

"Come here." Zheng Fan shouted.

The personal guard came in and removed the small table.

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan who was a little uncomfortable, shook his head, and said, "You can leave the rest."

"It's okay, I don't like wasting food."

There are some things that are tacitly understood between each other, and there is no need to explain too much at all.

You have saved me so many times,

I'm just supporting you once.

Tian Wujing put a waist badge in front of him, it was Jingnan Wangling,

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 was silent.

finally,

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and held Wang Ling in his hand.

"Let's rest." Tian Wujing said.

Zheng Fan stood up, walked to the entrance of the tent, stopped, turned his head again, walked in front of Tian Wujing,

road;

"Brother, I haven't been active all day, are you explaining the funeral?"

Tian Wujing shook his head.

"Don't forget what you promised me. If you really want to go for liberation, you have to agree with me in advance. Whether we choose the sunset or the morning glow, whether we choose the black cloak or the red cloak, you have to let me do it." make a decision.

I'm not talking to you,

If I don't join the army to fight, I will become a painter and I can still make a living. Those master painters in the palace may not be able to compare with them in terms of artistic conception, but whoever draws more delicately and has a better sense of picture? , I am really not afraid to compare with them.

You have to prepare me mentally,

You have to give me a psychological preparation,

I'm asking now, that's all.

You want me to swear that the black dragon flag will not fall, and I will definitely keep the promise, but you also have to keep your word. "

"If you want to die, in the big fire in Yingdu, this king can die. The flame of the fire and phoenix is the furnace. Can there be such a worthy cremation in this world?"

"That……"

"This king doesn'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:

"My lord, I didn't intend to ask for death on purpose, never, never."

Zheng Fan knelt down on one knee to salute,

Subsequently,

Withdrew from the account.

In handsome tent,

Tian Wujing's eyes continued to fall on his own palm lines;

die,