Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

On the day of the Longevity Day, the birthday banquet was set up in the Zichen Hall. The Emperor Jing sat on a dragon chair with a table below. A hundred officials of civil and military affairs, royal children and foreign envoys sat on the hall, and the group officials and foreign envoys sat on the two corridors outside the hall. The delicacies are listed above.

With a rare smile on his face, Emperor Jing ordered a banquet. The great eunuchs around him sang loudly, and the drums rang outside the hall. Shangshuling Liu Zongsheng, General Liu Hao led the civil and military officials to attend, holding a wine cup, and kneeling together: "The ministers wish your majesty birthday, and may your majesty be blessed with blessings forever and longevity. May my summer be smooth and prosperous!"

Emperor Jing took the imperial lantern handed over by Manager Liao next to him, raised his head and drank it: "Everyone is flat!"

"Thank your Majesty!"

After the Baiguan worshipped, Liao Quan bowed and waited on the side. At that time, one person wearing a half-breasted felt clothing stood up to attend, with his right hand attached to his shoulder, and saluted: "Juquyan from the Northern Liang Kingdom, with his envoys, I wish your majesty a Christmas. , May your Majesty’s longevity be in harmony with the heavens and be passed on from generation to generation at the turn of the two countries."

Sitting on the fourth table on the left, Fu Yanqing saw Ju Quyan early in the morning. The people of Beiliang have always been tall and rugged. Only this Ju Quyan is handsome and handsome, but he is not weak. The rough man is particularly conspicuous.

Emperor Jing laughed: "The hard-working little prince came here to celebrate my birthday. I saw you ten years ago, but in a blink of an eye you look so handsome. It really is a tiger father without a dog."

Ju Quyan also laughed: "Father Khan often mentions your majesty and talks about his majesty's heroic appearance in his early years, which made Xiao Wang admire. This time, the Northern Liang Kingdom brought three hundred sweaty BMWs and two thousand cattle and sheep each. As a birthday gift, Forget Your Majesty to accept it with laughter."

The sweaty BMWs are hard to come by. Only the people of the North Liang people can nurture them. The gift of 300 horses at one birthday is already a big deal. I can’t help but exclaim in a low voice. Ten thousand, 100 dan of silk.

When the courtiers and envoys celebrate their birthday, it is the turn of the prince and prince.

What the prince sent was a picture scroll. Emperor Jing was not indifferent to him, but just accepted it. Zhao Yancheng was already a weak year. Because of his mother and concubine, although he had tried to restrain himself, his eyebrows were still stained with sadness. He looked at Emperor Jing and respectfully said: "This painting was painted by Cangsongzi of Huainan, and the name is "A Thousand Miles of Splendid Embroidery". The son remembered that his father said that he loved the paintings of Gong Huainan very much, and he sent someone to visit secretly before. I only found it from an old man the previous month, and dedicated it to the emperor father, hoping that the emperor father can rejoice."

Jingdi was taken aback for a moment, opened the scroll and looked at the meticulously mounted painting, his heart was slightly moved. He was quite fond of calligraphy and painting, which was indeed authentic. And the implication is also very good, but he did not mention it, just simply wanted to please him, so that Emperor Jing could not cool down. He warmly praised a few words, rewarded a Dendrobium pearl and a box of golden leaves, which was quite satisfactory. .

The second prince, Zhao Qingshu, and the fourth prince, Zhao Yanjing, both gave away not ordinary products, but they were also novel. Zhao Qingshu gave a strange stone, which looked like a jade seal, and the material was crystal clear, which made King Jing quite happy.

Zhao Yanjing was slightly inferior, and he sent the exotic flowers of the Western Regions, ice lotus, ice lotus is extremely difficult to find, they are very beautiful, and it is rumored that the ice lotus has only bloomed in a century, which symbolizes longevity, but it is very suitable for the scene.

Zhao Hanqi was only twelve years old, but he personally copied this filial piety scripture.

When it was Zhao Mojian's turn, everyone saw that she was also holding up a picture scroll, and they thought that the delivery was a hit. The "A Thousand Miles of Splendid Embroidery" was already out of the question, and no matter what it was given, it seemed a bit ordinary.

Emperor Jing was very fond of this seventh daughter. Seeing her coming up, there was a hint of affection in his eyes: "Jian'er, what painting do you want to give to the father?"

Zhao Mojian felt a little embarrassed on his face when he heard it: "Brother Dahuang's painting is very precious. Father, you have always loved Huainan's pen and ink. This painting of mine is only a painting by Erchen himself, so I can't compare it. This is also specially painted by Erchen for his father. Even if Erchen's painting is crude, it is your father's birthday today, so you must not despise me."

Zhao Mojian or Concubine Xiao knows the heart of the emperor well, the aloof person already has enough awe, but it is the family happiness of an ordinary father that moved him even more. Zhao Mojian had always been sensible and considerate in front of Emperor Jing on weekdays, but with the respect and admiration of his silk children, and less cautious awe. Occasionally, she would sprinkle a few innocent girls, which made Jingdi spoil her even more. She didn't make Jing Di displeased when she said that. Instead, she laughed: "This is my birthday. On the contrary, Jian'er is bargaining with me? Come, show me, what's the painting?"

Zhao Mojian hurriedly stepped forward and unfolded the scroll. The painting was six feet long and spread out. At first glance, it was a landscape painting. Jingdi was close, but he discovered that where this painting is, it is clearly a map of Daxia. .

But this map is different from the simple maps in the ordinary days. All waters, important official roads, mountains and rivers are all marked in different colors, and there are even small annotations at many edge fortresses. The frontiers where neighboring countries intersect, and the terrain is in a glance.

Emperor Jing was also the one who led soldiers to the battlefield. He knew exactly how accurate the map was. Although many of the notes concerning the deployment of soldiers were slightly naive, it could be more clear that Zhao Mojian did it himself.

Jingdi looked at Zhao Mojian with surprise in his eyes: "Jian'er, you made this?"

Zhao Mojian scratched his head embarrassedly: "Jian'er dare not take credit alone. This map, Erchen had thoughts about it when he was studying the art of war, but Erchen had never been out of the capital, and many of the information found in books are limited. , So I have been asking for help from my uncle, and I have also consulted the generals in the DPRK and collected information from the prefectures and local people. It only took one and a half years to make it."

Jingdi looked at Zhao Mojian, who was a little bit charming, his eyes changed inexplicably, and he suddenly said, "Okay! It's my boy! Aiqing, look, how about this map?"

After reading it, everyone was amazed, and then General Liu Hao sighed and exclaimed: "His Royal Highness, young talents, there are talents at such an age, and benevolent and filial, congratulations to your Majesty!"

The rest of the people also echoed the Tao. Jingdi became more open, and then he glanced at Zhao Mojian and told her to retreat. He looked at the map for himself, but did not mention any reward. Instead, he set his sights on Fu Yanqing: "Changning."

Fu Yanqing immediately got up and knelt down respectfully: "Changning is here."

"Your father is still busy with the war at the moment. He didn't rush back this time on my birthday, and he can't come to see you. For so many years, you have worked so hard for your father. Now I am deeply guilty of separating you from father and daughter."

Fu Yanqing looked up: "Your Majesty is serious. Father failed to come to celebrate his birthday. Not only did he not blame him, he ordered the Southwest Palace to be rewarded with unparalleled grace. As for the separation of father and daughter... the southwest border is unstable, the father has the responsibility to defend the frontier, and Defending Daxia is also my father’s mission. Your Majesty is afraid that I will be unattended, and it is also a kind of love to enter the palace. Why is it guilty to talk about it? Changning is panicked."

Emperor Jing's expression was complicated: "It's rare for you to be so understanding of righteousness at a young age. Your father gave birth to a good daughter."

Fu Yanqing blushed: "Your Majesty is ridiculous. Compared to several His Highnesses, Changning is far from it. Today, on your Majesty’s birthday, Changning doesn’t know what birthday gift is offered. The things in Changning are all gifted by your Majesty. When I was not in the palace, my father often mentioned to me that when he was young, he followed his majesty to fight in the north and south, and his majesty treated him kindly, regardless of the courtesy of monarchs and ministers, and practiced martial arts together. That set of swordsmanship, the father used After many times, although Changning was not good at it, he would do it. Father Wang was unable to celebrate his birthday personally, so Changning dared to show his ugliness in front of his majesty, and danced the enemy-breaking swordsmanship."

After hearing her words, Emperor Jing couldn't help but think of those young and frivolous days. At that time, he was not the emperor, and he fought north and south with Fu Huai. Although he was fierce and unpredictable, he was rarely free and happy.

"Yes, give the sword!" Emperor Jing waved his hand, a moment later a servant held a long sword and handed it to Fu Yanqing.

Everyone present saw that she was young, but she was quite vigorous, and her words were also very affectionate and reasonable, and they all set their eyes on her.

This set of swordsmanship is no better than the free and easy of the knights of the rivers and lakes, but it is obtained by several people in a heavy fight and amidst thousands of enemies, each of which is extremely atmospheric and sad. When the enemy broke the enemy's back, the blood boiled, and all were in it. Fu Yanqing was only fourteen years old, and dancing this set of swordsmanship was supposed to be nothing but vain. But Fu Yanqing also worked well in the flames in her last life, and she was also on the brink of desperation before she died. How could she not appreciate the emotional aura in this.

Although Fu Yanqing couldn't burst out all his emotions due to physical limitations, but still shocked the officials. The magnificent and tragic, extremely contradictory mixture of the girl's frailty was unexpectedly moving.

Emperor Jing's eyes grew deeper and deeper, as if he was trapped in it. He returned to the battlefield of the year, and when the last move ended, the sword body trembled slightly, and Fu Yanqing was also panting.

The hall was quiet for a long time. At last, Emperor Jing gave a cheer: "Okay, she really is the daughter of the Southwest King, she is quite like a father, reward!"

Ju Quyan couldn't help being surprised, and stood up and said: "Da Xia is really talented, all young talents, Xiao Wang envied."

Envoys from all over the world admired them. In the front, there is a picture of the country and mountains of the seven His Royal Highness Zhao Mojian, and in the back there is the sword dance of Changning County Lord. They are all extraordinary.

Fu Yanqing thanked her for returning to her seat, smiled at Zhao Mojian who was astonished by her side, bowed her head and sighed in her heart. She didn't do this for the limelight, but only a glimmer of hope, hoping that this would make Jing Di remember the sentiment that he was born and die with his father, and restrained the suspicious intention of killing.

Zhao Mojian poured her a glass of wine and whispered: "I never knew, your sword dance is so good."

Fu Yanqing pursed her lips: "This is the same set. My father likes it. I have learned a lot, but A Jian's kung fu is the best among the royal family of his generation."

A trace of complacency flashed in Zhao Mojian's eyes, but he smiled: "Your riding and shooting are also very good on weekdays. And that map, you have helped me a lot, thank you."

Fu Yanqing was a little surprised by what she said. She had helped Zhao Mojian not much before, and she rarely thanked her. After a moment, she raised a childish smile and shook her head. But his eyes were carefully staring at Ju Quyan on the opposite side. After all, she didn't know if the assassination was going to change, and she waited until the dance performance in front of the Music Hall of the Gefang Musicians, everything was exceptionally peaceful.

After the banquet, everyone was full of wine and food, and Emperor Jing ordered a feast, but he took the envoys and princes and princes of various countries to the imperial garden.

Emperor Jing drank a lot of wine, although he was not drunk, he was a little smoked. He talked with Ju Quyan about things outside the Great Wall with great interest.

There is an island in the middle of the lake in the imperial garden. Concubine Xiao Gui specially arranged it on it, surrounded by paintings, and the string music of silk and bamboo is quite pleasing. Emperor Jing took a group of people from the Yudai Bridge to go over, ready to sit down and talk, while Fu Yanqing and Zhao Mojian followed closely behind them.

Since leaving the Zichen Temple, Fu Yanqing has been paying attention everywhere. When she walked to the middle of the Yudai Bridge, she suddenly noticed that the surface of the water was shaking slightly, and her heart suddenly tightened. At almost the same moment, a few cold rays broke through the water! The sky was full of water splashes, which obscured the sight of a lot of people.