Devil’s Advent

"A little more left, a little more left, hey, a little more right, a little right, hey hey, a little higher, a little higher."

Xiao Yibo, the housekeeper of the mansion, is directing a group of guards in brocade clothes to hang a plaque of "Pingxi Palace".

He is directing below, and the people above are busy.

"Director Xiao, my subordinates see that this is very upright."

"I know."

"That……"

"This plaque, no matter how upright it was hung from the beginning, you have to move it from left to right and move it to the right. It's a good sign that you paid for the matter in advance, and it won't be placed in the future."

"Yo, this is impossible, our prince may decide..."

That personal guard knew that he had made a slip of the tongue while talking, and he was crowned king, and if he went up...

Everyone thinks it in their hearts, but it is not appropriate to shout it carelessly.

Xiao Yibo smiled, but didn't say anything to reprimand him.

He is an old man who has been with the prince since Hutou City, and has witnessed the rise of the prince all the way. To be honest, he is actually the one who looks forward to the most.

What is impossible?

No,

Nothing is impossible!

After the plaque was hung, he clapped his hands, ordered the servants outside to clean the gate of the mansion again, and went inside on his own.

The first scene of the King Conferring Ceremony has just ended, the imperial decree has been announced, and the rest, there will be military parades and martial arts performances, and then there will be rewards for those who have made meritorious service in the last battle of entering Chu, and many nobles from the savage tribes have also come .

Although last time because of a temporary change in the battle plan, the savage servants did not enter Chu to fight, and basically sat and waited for a period of time on the front line of Zhennan Pass, but anyway, they had gathered enough men and horses to prepare their own weapons coming.

It is impossible to give up a reward. Tens of thousands of dogs come and go as soon as they are called, even if they are dogs, they must be taken seriously.

In the evening, there will be a banquet in the mansion, and there will be hundreds of tables. There are people from the imperial mission on the list, as well as generals from all walks of life under the palace, representatives of meritorious people, representatives from all walks of life under the palace, etc. ,

The commendation meeting that was not held last year due to the war was also moved to today's one.

Therefore, Xiao Yibo had to go to inspect it again, so as not to make any mistakes.

After looking around,

it's still early,

Xiao Yibo walked into a yard with red tables, and saw two people sitting there, sipping peanuts and genuine wine.

When those two saw Xiao Yibo, they immediately smiled and waved;

"Come on, Manager Xiao, let's have a drink together, sit down and have a rest."

The two are none other than Chen Daole and He Chunlai.

Both of these two were born in Jin. They were righteous men who opposed Yan and restored Jin in the early days, and later became "running dogs" of the imperial court;

Because they are heroes with ability and potential, the two of them were basically scoured in the yamen, then went to the army, and scoured back and forth several times.

Then he was mentioned by the blind man to be used as an assistant by his subordinates to handle common affairs.

Chen Daole started work earlier than He Chunlai, because He Chunlai was good at cooking, so he worked as a cook by King Pingxi's side for a while, but this kind of affection is indeed something that others cannot envy.

Even now, when He Chun comes to rest every month, he will go back to the mansion to cook food for the prince twice. In the words of the people in the yamen outside, Mr. He can afford the saltiness of the dishes with an iron spoon, and also Can afford to weigh the weight of things in hand.

Both of them are developing very well now, and they can be regarded as the only ones under the blind man.

Xiao Yibo saluted politely and was not seated;

But Chen Daole was used to being free and easy, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Yibo over and sat down together, and refilled him with wine.

"Where did you talk?" Chen Daole asked.

He Chunlai replied, "It's about His Majesty's will."

"Yes, this time I am really convinced, this will, this gesture, what is it called, this is the real atmosphere.

I understand your mind, you understand my mind;

Don't care about what kind of dog and dog,

it will be clear

Just show it clearly,

Just let the world see clearly,

Take a look at how his Ji family treated our lord.

high

really high. "

He Chunlai nodded, and said, "Throughout the ages, the most difficult thing to resolve is not conspiracies and careful calculations, but honest schemes."

"That's right, come on, let's get to the bottom of this conspiracy!"

Chen Daole and He Chunlai raised their wine glasses, Xiao Yibo hesitated for a moment, then raised the wine glass in front of him too, the three touched each other, and drank it down in one gulp.

Speaking here, there is actually nothing to be scruples about.

After all, it was said in the palace, not to mention the public, but at least it can be said that it has a clear conscience, so it can be as frank as possible.

Furthermore, whether it is the prince or Mr. Bei, how could the literati's spirit of the subordinates occasionally feel sour, how could they not tolerate it?

Xiao Yibo got up and poured wine for them.

Chen Daole said again: "The emperor's move, on the one hand, made the leaders of the Jingnan Army have nothing to say, and on the other hand, the highest state of business is nothing more than being human.

When the prince went to Chu, the emperor sent the prince to come. At the same time, Yingdu Xu Wenzu was ordered to make preparations, and he did not hesitate to start another war.

This feeling and reason are all occupied.

Difficult,

Disaster. "

He Chunlai nodded, and said: "Yes, throughout the ages, logically speaking, there has been unavoidable intrigue between the imperial court and the feudal towns.

Once removed and squeezed, fine lines will gradually appear.

But it's this kind of thing, it's clear in doing things, it's open and bright, and its layout is broad, it's really useless.

Sometimes helpless,

Could it be that his country of Yan really belonged to the destiny, so that the country of Yan should rule all the Xias?

Two generations of Mingjun, two generations of Mingjun.

No one can understand what the prince can do better than us. If the emperor really continues to show his sincerity, our palace will have to continue fighting for Dayan.

In one's lifetime, Gan Chu will be destroyed, and the world will be unified, which is absolutely not false. "

Chen Daole sighed, and said: "It can only be called the destiny. A few days ago, Mr. Bei was busy, so I taught His Royal Highness and the crown prince a lesson.

How old is the prince, so he has already reached this point.

At first, I heard that the late emperor once praised the prince as a "good grandson", and it was also said that the reason why the late emperor chose the sixth prince to succeed him was because he valued the prince's grandson;

I didn't believe it, but now...

If it is not done well, it will really go to the third generation.

Mingjun of the Three Dynasties, Ganchu, how can you endure it? "

He Chunlai laughed "hehehe" and said, "It's fine no matter how we endure it, but how can we survive this north wind."

Chen Daole and He Chunlai laughed together, with a hint of loneliness in their smiles.

They were born in the Jin Dynasty. They said that they were better than others in form, or they were impressed by the personality charm of the blind man and the prince. They were all there, but the only thing they lacked was their loyalty to the so-called Dayan.

Not only them, but the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty has achieved remarkable results under the blind man's "removal of Yan Guohua".

Jindong is originally the land of Jin, isn't it?

Therefore,

In fact, they all have ambitions in their hearts, and to a certain extent, their ambitions are similar to Qu Peiluo, the young master of the Qu family.

The state of Jin was destroyed, and they were more or less accused of traitors and traitors, but if they could assist the new king to build a new dynasty, all the stains on their bodies could be washed away in one fell swoop, and they could be plated with a layer of gold;

Even if the prince is from Yan, but the place where he made his fortune, the place where he raised his troops, that is, the place where Longxing will be in the future, is in Fengxin and in Jin, then the new dynasty can be called the rebirth of Jin.

Watching them exude a little decadent breath while drinking,

Xiao Yibo, who had been silent all this time, smiled and said;

"Why do you two need to worry, I don't read much, but I also know a saying that goes from time to time."

"Oh?" Chen Daole looked at Xiao Yibo, "What advice does Guanshi Xiao have?"

"I don't dare to do it after seeing the teacher, but the younger one has to leave first. The two wives are pregnant, and the lotus seed soup that is necessary for the evening must be prepared in advance. This is more important than the banquet, so nothing can go wrong."

Chen Daole and He Chunlai heard the words,

The two looked at each other,

immediately,

The corners of the mouth are raised,

laugh again,

Sweep away the previous depression.

yes,

And the little master.

…

The performer was a soldier under Liang Cheng's command. He had just experienced the battle in Chu, and the bloody smell on his body hadn't completely dissipated.

The purge of infantry ranks is not easy to say, but difficult to say, it is not too difficult.

Thinking back to the year when the imperial guards of the Qian Kingdom went to the capital, they could walk out of a neat military column in peacetime, so that their officials and the people of the capital had the illusion that a powerful army was in their hands.

But if the cavalry, even the cavalry with a large number of scales, can also purge the formation, this is definitely not an easy matter. This is not only about people, but also about horses. Both people and horses are well-trained , Such a cavalry is enough to become an absolute nightmare existence on any battlefield in the world!

The people of Yan have relied on the current national power laid down by the two cavalry field groups for these years!

After seeing this scene, all the barbarian nobles didn't look very good. They also have knights and war horses, but these elites can be regarded as the five wild ones without exaggeration.

After the performance is over,

Prince Pingxi personally rewarded the meritorious persons in the previous expedition. Chen Xianba won the first merit for beheading Dugu Mu's head, and got the opportunity to ride a horse and praise him in front of the battle.

The temperament of a young man is indeed wanton and insolent.

Next, there are a series of rewards for logistics, planning, spies, etc. who have made outstanding contributions to the war. They are all representative figures. It is impossible for the various departments and yamen to fall down.

After all this work is over, the sun is also westward.

Those who were qualified to attend the banquet began to enter the city and march towards the palace. Prince Pingxi, who was the protagonist of the banquet, was not in a hurry to go back first, but came to the gate of the Gourd Temple with his personal guards clearing the way.

Even though it was almost nightfall, there were still many people burning incense and praying for the Buddha in the Gourd Temple. There was no way, Fengxin City had a radius of hundreds of miles, and this was the only place of worship.

The personal guard retreated the pilgrims in the temple. After knowing that it was the prince who came, the pilgrims were not dissatisfied at all. Since they could not worship the Bodhisattva now, they knelt down around the prince's driving team.

They all kowtow, and the prince is no different from a Bodhisattva in their eyes.

Zheng Fan walked into the temple alone, oh, and that Pixiu also came in.

Afterwards, a group of retired disabled soldiers knelt down to salute him. Zheng Fan hesitated, but went over to help a few people and greeted them warmly.

immediately,

Zheng Fan walked into the backyard of the temple.

The little monk Liaofan knelt on the ground:

"My lord, my lord Fukang."

The old monk Kongyuan was sitting by the mouth of the well with a broom in his arms, looking up at the sunset in a daze.

His forehead was still bandaged, and the injury caused by kowtowing last time hadn't healed yet.

Young monk Fan brought a stool, and Zheng Fan sat down.

But Zheng Fan didn't touch the tea and preserved fruit brought by the little monk.

When Siniang is not around, he will not touch the water and food outside.

Monk Kongyuan didn't seem to see Zheng Fan at all, and continued to look at the sky very self-consciously.

Prince Pingxi seemed to have forgotten that there were still a lot of people in the palace to entertain the dinner, so he continued to sit here, staring at the crazy monk in front of him in a daze.

Little monk Liaofan stood on one side, his expression was solemn and dignified for a while, and charming and graceful for a while.

It is said that a while ago, a shopkeeper of a Jinn caravan from Litian City came into this temple to burn incense, and was moved when he saw the obsequiousness of little monk Fan.

The wind of Jin land cannot blow to Qianshou, because many of them spend their whole lives lying on the ground, but those rich and powerful are the most influenced by this wind.

The shopkeeper also seemed to be a passionate person, and he even asked Fan to elope with him, and then he was tied up by the servants in the temple and thrown into a prison.

The blind man also told Zheng Fan about it as a joke when they had breakfast together.

In the end, the blind man said with emotion, the little monk didn't care about it, and even made a special trip to intercede for the shopkeeper of the caravan;

He was not dissatisfied with his obsequiousness, and he didn't feel that his status as a monk was desecrated. He had a sense of dissatisfaction with the mortal world, and that all living beings were false.

And Zheng Fan listened to it, but he didn't tell the blind man what the crazy monk said that day.

Si Niang obviously didn't say anything about it.

They are all going to be parents, who would deliberately spread this kind of curse words about their children to the outside world?

But, if you want to say that you don't care, how is it possible?

After the Juggernaut had Liu Dahu as his stepson, he cherished his own son very much;

Prince Pingxi has been busy taking care of his godson for the past few years. Although he loves his godson very much, deep down in his heart, he also has expectations for his own bloodline to continue;

the most important,

In this world, he always has a feeling of splashing water when his feet step on the ground;

in this world,

He wants a root, a root that can truly bind and integrate himself with the world.

The feeling of being a stranger in a foreign land alone, after a long time, is actually not pleasant, it will be boring, boring, and crooked.

But today,

somehow,

After a king conferring ceremony,

Zheng Fan just wanted to come and sit in this temple.

During the day, when he was swollen enough, the blind man and the little Liuzi fought in the air, and he was a little late, but he didn't bother to talk to the blind man, and he didn't have the energy to analyze the little six's methods with others;

He just wants to be quiet,

Find a place and sit down.

After swelling, it is empty, isn't it, it is a little empty now.

sitting for a long time,

Zheng Fan closed his eyes, as if dozed off.

Outside, Xiao Yibo and others were already waiting outside the temple, and a large group of people had already sat in the palace, waiting for the prince to come to the banquet.

But if you want Xiao Yibo to go in and remind you, he will never dare.

After all, compared to the prince's interest, it's nothing if there are too many people in the palace.

My prince has already reached his current position, and his external likes and dislikes can't affect him at all.

In the temple, the Pixiu who came in was a bit bored, but because of the quiet atmosphere, he didn't even dare to snort, so he could only walk slowly in the Arhat Hall with small steps;

When encountering some Buddha statues with all kinds of mounts under them, they stopped and kept changing angles and looking sideways several times carefully.

finally,

The old monk Kongyuan lowered his head,

look at Zheng Fan;

And Zheng Fan seemed to understand at this time, and opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time.

The old monk Kongyuan has been completely different since he came back from the snowy field. The old monk before showed his frivolity on his face, and often said that "there is no choice but to do so because of the force of swords and soldiers".

But this is actually like detoxification, the poison is all outside.

After a life and death, no, almost a death, as if washed under a waterfall, there is a sense of deja vu that has been washed away, and it seems to be a different person from before.

The old monk Kongyuan showed a benevolent smile on his face, and under the candlelight of the Buddhist hall behind which enshrines the longevity tablet of King Pingxi, he looked very devout.

After the eyes of the two met,

The old monk Kongyuan seemed to know what Prince Pingxi wanted to ask when he came here;

And Prince Pingxi,

It seemed that he also knew what the old monk Kongyuan wanted to answer.

The feeling in the dark, but it is so real.

That being the case,

Zheng Fan got up from the chair, turned around, and walked out.

Enough sitting, time to go back.

He was a little lucky, glad that he had made the decision to build this temple at the beginning, and it was nice to have a place to sit in a cool and refreshing manner.

Maybe middle-aged people have similar problems,

Home is a haven, but sometimes you are desperate to escape from it for a while.

Paixiu sensed the owner's desire to leave, so he took the initiative to end the contest with Arhat on his horse.

He approached Zheng Fan.

It has a fiery temper, and it doesn't want to stay in this quiet environment that dare not be broken any longer. It wants to go back to its own shack in the palace, and beat a few on the thick haystack exuding sunshine. Get out.

The old monk Kongyuan asked at this moment:

"My lord, what if the universe is still undecided?"

Zheng Fan stopped walking out, but did not look back, and replied:

"That king is the black horse."

Dark horse?

horse?

Pixiu felt that he had been insulted, and looked at his master with aggrieved eyes;

Am I not good enough? You actually miss the horses outside?

And don't choose white,

Choose black!

Pixiu is a little nervous and uneasy;

Its brain is indeed psychic, and it can understand human speech, but it has not yet reached the level where it can understand jifeng.

At this time, Zheng Fan continued to walk out.

The old monk Kongyuan threw the broom that he had been holding for a long time into the well. The well was not deep, and soon he heard the sound of splashes;

The old monk asked again;

"My lord, what if the universe has been settled?"

Zheng Fan didn't stop walking.

Still didn't turn around,

Instead, he waved his hand casually.

road:

"Then bump it up."