Gu Zezhi listened with a smile, his brows were peaceful, it seemed that Duan Wang's words did not affect him in any way.

When Duan Wang saw this, he seemed to let out a breath, and he couldn't say some of the words he had planned to reprimand.

He turned his tone stiffly and asked, "The emperor said that this marriage is your own pleasure?"

"Yes." Gu Zezhi nodded slightly.

Duan Wang's right hand made a fist and knocked twice on the Ruyi small square table beside him, and said disapprovingly, "This family is really in a hurry."

In the past few days, Duan Wang has also inquired about people he knew.

The matter of the third girl of the Qin family is not a secret in Beijing. It is said that this girl went missing when she was young, grew up in the folk, and just recognized her ancestors and returned to the clan a few months ago.

That's okay, but this person has no ink on his chest, no rules and no rules, relying on the support of Queen Wei, his aunt, he is arrogant and arrogant. .

To tell the truth, this third Qin girl has to lose the title of the daughter of the Hou's mansion, and the emperor has come forward to say kiss, otherwise, how can she be worthy of the direct son of the prince's mansion!

Qin San girl has such a background, and naturally she is not a decent and well-rounded daughter of the Hou's mansion, and her mother's family has no help.

Although she had Queen Wei as her backer, Duan Wang's mansion was far from Beijing, and she couldn't turn to Queen Wei at all times. In the future, she would not be able to hold her head up in front of the princess.

Fortunately, in the future, the palace will also be able to avoid a lot of unnecessary disputes.

But this marriage still wronged Zezhi.

"Zezhi..." Duan Wang originally wanted to say that his marriage had been wronged, and in a few days he asked his mother-in-law to choose a few people in the house for him, but before he could say anything, Gu Zezhi interrupted him.

"Father, Miss Qin San is very good." Gu Zezhi solemnly stated his attitude.

If he is not willing, no one can force him to marry someone.

Duan Wang looked at him deeply, sighed, and said, "Zezhi, are you blaming this king?"

"In those days when Xi Di violated the border, this king led his troops to resist at the border. There was no heir to Duan Wang's mansion, and the army was uneasy. Therefore, this king will take the lead and make your eldest brother the heir to reassure the army."

"Later, you were born, but the son has no faults. In the western border, you have the will of the people and the army, and you can conquer and fight well. This king can't abolish the son and change it for no reason."

"Although you are the direct son, your eldest brother is the prince of the palace after all, and the palace will be given to your eldest brother in the future. This will not change!"

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What Duan Wang meant by saying this was to tell Gu Zezhi that he was forced by the situation to establish the prince, but since the prince has been established, it will not change again.

In Duan Wang's mansion, although Gu Zezhi was the first-born son, Gu Chenzhi was the heir.

This is honor!

Duan Wang stared deeply at Gu Zezhi who was three steps away, but what he saw was a clear face.

Hey. His son is like this, he can never guess what he is thinking.

King Duan could only finish the words on his own: "Now that the emperor has given you an errand, you can do it well and make some famous things. When the time comes, this king will give up his old face and go to the emperor to ask you for a title, at least you can get it. A general of the auxiliary country, I will not treat you badly in the future."

King Duan is quite prestigious in the clan. Over the years, he has also performed extraordinary feats in guarding the Western Border. He knows that if he speaks, the emperor will probably agree.

Gu Zezhi smiled and finally opened his mouth, saying lightly, "Father, my son has never been interested in the title of Duan Wangfu. My son has said this several times, but my father never seems to believe it."

"In that case, my son has an idea once and for all."

Duan Wang: "?"

Gu Zezhi said: "Father, let's separate out the son for a single."

"Nonsense!" Duan Wang blurted out without thinking, his eyebrows furrowed.

Gu Zezhi was not in a hurry, and said calmly, "Why did the king say this?"

"I am the direct son, and this cannot be changed. The emperor also cares more about the direct descendant. My father must have been trained by the emperor for this recently."

"Since that's the case, the father and the king separate me out, and there will be no more disputes between the descendants in Duan Wang's mansion, and the prince will also be the prince."

Duan Wang: "..."

Duan Wang originally wanted him not to mention it, but he hesitated when he said it.

Gu Zezhi's words, "There is no longer a dispute between the descendants in the Duan Palace", spoke to his heart.

Duan Wang's mansion has been a peaceful wife for so many years, and the princess is Duan Fang Xiande, who manages the palace in a smooth and smooth manner. He never needs to worry about internal affairs.

That is to say, in the past few years, Zezhi has grown up, people are easily moved, and the palace is not so calm, especially the princess, always saying that the prince wants to harm Zezhi, and there will be a scene from time to time.

Even this trip to the capital of Zezhi was no exception. If Zezhi was not talking nonsense in front of the emperor, how could the emperor misunderstand that the prince could not tolerate his younger brother? !

The prince is the heir of Duan Wang's mansion, and he was raised by Duan Wang from a young age. He has always valued it, and Zezhi is his only son-in-law, the son he has been waiting for for more than ten years.

The palms and backs are full of meat.

The emperor also announced him to enter the palace yesterday, trying to persuade him to be a concubine, but he delayed it by saying "I will think about it carefully".

Perhaps, it would be better to separate the two sons.

Speaking of which, there is also a precedent in the imperial clan for the married sons to be separated from the government.

Duan Wang's eyes flickered, and after a while, he said, "...This king needs to think about it. You go back first."

Looking at Duan Wang's expression, Gu Zezhi knew that he was moved, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Father, then I'll retire first."

Gu Zezhi accepted it when he saw it, and backed out.

He really didn't have the slightest interest in the title of Duan Wangfu. How could such a title obtained by his father be comparable to what he earned himself.

He exposed the prince's death in front of the emperor, and asked the emperor to call the father and the king to the capital. The purpose was to separate the government, so as to prevent Xiao Ji from marrying far away, and secondly, to prevent her from accepting the prince's concubine in Luo'an in the future. gas.

After the branch office, he should take good care of the "gifts" given by the prince in the past few years, and return them one by one!

As for the title.

Gu Zezhi felt that he had to work hard!

He can't be an ordinary clan when he gets married, he has to hurry up and earn a life for Xiaoji.

Thinking of Qin Di, Gu Zezhi's expression softened.

So, in the early morning of the next day, Gu Zezhi went to Yu Mansion, and the person he wanted to see was naturally Yu Fuyun.

The servant hurriedly ran to the martial arts field to spread the word, Yu Fuyun was practicing his sword, the silver sword danced like a tiger, and the phantom left by the sword formed a silver sword net.

"Young Master," the servant in Tsing Yi replied, "Young Master Gu San is here."

Yu Fuyun danced two more swords, and then retracted the sword, surprised at how Gu Zezhi came.

"Chengying, invite someone to the main hall." His breath was a little hurried, and there was a little perspiration on his forehead.

However, the little servant Chengying said: "Gu San Gongzi said that he will not come in, please go out, go to the Siyi Pavilion, and collect debts from the second prince Yelu."

Speaking of Yelu Luan, Chengying's heart was filled with anger: the Yu family and Beiyan were at odds with each other. If it weren't for Beiyan, how could the Yu family be destroyed, and now only Yu Fuyun is left.

Yu Fuyun slowly retracted the sword into the scabbard, remembering the match between Gu Zezhi and Yelu Luan in the Nanyuan Hunting Palace, the silver sword light reflected in his dark pupils, adding a bit of sharpness, Kind of cold.

Yu Fuyun wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and hurriedly changed into a robe before going out.

Gu Zezhi rode on a white horse and waited outside the corner gate on the east side. He smiled slightly at Yu Fuyun who was riding his horse, "I just thought that you would definitely want to see it with your own eyes."

Gu Zezhi's tone was familiar, as if they had been friends for many years.

Chengying looked back and forth at Gu Zezhi and Yu Fuyun in surprise. Didn't the third son of Duanwang stay in the Western Xinjiang all the year round, but only came to the capital in October this year. Why does he seem to be very familiar with his son?

Gu Zezhi and Yu Fuyun could also see Chengying's doubts and surprises, and didn't say much.

The two of them actually met once more than two years ago, of course not in the capital, but in the northwest.

That year, the Gaoji clan in the northwest combined with several small clans to repeatedly violate the border, causing the people in the Wanho grassland area on the border to suffer unspeakably.

The Wanho Grassland happened to be at the junction of the western and northern Xinjiang. Gu Zezhi was ordered by his father to go to suppress the bandits, and he happened to meet Yu Fuyun across Wanho Lake.

At that time, Yu Fuyun wore silver armor and sat astride a fiery horse, just like the contrast between ice and fire, with a powerful spirit.

At that time, they didn't actually speak. After all, they all had military life in their hands at the moment, and they were eager to chase after the remnants of the Gao Ji clan and those few small clans. They just exchanged a gesture across the lake and split up.

After annihilating the remnants of the Gao Ji clan, Gu Zezhi took his father's order and hurried back to Luo'an City to return to his life. He never saw Yu Fuyun again after that, and only heard of Yu Fuyun's great success from Duan Wang's mouth. Victory, destroying the other half of the enemy army.

How could Gu Zezhi ever think that when they meet next time, the entire Yu family will be destroyed, and Yu Fuyun will also withdraw from the army due to serious injuries...

However, Yu Fuyun is Yu Fuyun after all, he is like a snow leopard temporarily dormant, but a leopard is a leopard after all, it will not become a cat.

Gu Zezhi believed that one day, he would return to the battlefield.

"Let's go." Yu Fuyun caught the horse's belly, and the dark horse sped out first.

Unwilling to be left behind, Gu Zezhi's white horse neighed and chased after him. The two went head-to-head and went to the Siyi Pavilion together.

The people from Siyi Pavilion immediately reported to Yelu Luan.

Yeluluan also knew that the emperor gave Gu Zezhi and Qin Di a marriage. He didn't want to see Gu Zezhi at first, but after thinking about it, he came anyway.

The gauze on his face has been removed, revealing three blood-red scars on his left face.

"Gu Zezhi, what's the matter with you looking for me!" Yelu Luan looked at Gu Zezhi with a bad face, thinking that the other party was looking for him for peace talks, and made up his mind to embarrass him.

Yelu Luan also saw Yu Fuyun who was walking with Gu Zezhi, and frowned slightly, his eyes gloomy.

Just as the Yu family was at odds with Beiyan, Yelu Luan also hated the Yu family to the core.

If there was no Yu family, they would have captured the northern border of Daqi long ago.

Facing the menacing Yelu Luan, Gu Zezhi remained calm and calm, and said calmly, "Prince Yelu, I specially brought the prince to the Hall of Valor to apologize."

Yelu Luan: "!!!"

Yelu Luan seemed to be splashed with ink, and his face darkened in an instant.

Since he returned to Beijing from the Nanyuan Hunting Palace, no one has mentioned this matter again, and he regarded it as nothing happened.

This Gu Zezhi is really his nemesis!

Yelu Luan's eyes became more gloomy, like a dark and cold pool.

He suppressed his anger and said, "I lost the last test, and I am willing to pay a thousand taels of gold."

"No." Gu Zezhi refused without saying a word, and there was always a slight smile on his lips, but the meaning in his words was as sharp as a sword, "Is Prince Yelu willing to gamble and not admit defeat? If the three cities of Beimeng City, Tuli City, and Renta City are used as apology, then this gambling contract will be cancelled."

How dare Yelu Luan promise to cut the city.

The three cities of Beimeng City, Tuli City and Lunta City are the borders between the Yan Kingdom and the northern border of Daqi. If these three cities are ceded to Daqi, it is tantamount to ceding the gate to the south of the Yan Kingdom. With Daqi Dachang!

Yelu Luan glared at Gu Ze angrily, gnashing her teeth.

This matter has become a handle, and Gu Zezhi, a sinister and cunning guy, will definitely take this advantage to speak loudly during the peace talks.

But here is Da Qi, and he is under the fence of others.

Yelu Luan gritted his teeth, and his voice squeezed out of his teeth: "Okay, I'll go! Yan people dare to act, I'll go now!"

After he knelt down, the country of Yan no longer had any reason to fall into Gu Zezhi's hands. value!

"Please!" Gu Zezhi smiled and stretched out his hand to make a request.

Yelu Luan flicked his sleeves heavily and walked out of the Siyi Pavilion like an enclave.

As soon as you walked out of the gate of the Siyi Pavilion, a hustle and bustle rushed toward you.

On the street, people come and go, bustling.

Several yamen officers were carrying gongs and drums, beating gongs to attract the attention of passers-by, and shouting loudly: "Look at it, look at it! Prince Beiyan is going to the Yingling Temple to make amends to the Yingling who died in the battle of Daqi. "

"My tens of thousands of heroic spirits who died in battle are alive in the sky, and it's time to close their eyes!"

Those yamen officers repeated these words over and over again, and as a result, more and more people gathered to hear the sound, and the crowd on the street became denser and denser.

"Prince Beiyan really wants to go to the Valhalla to apologize? Then I must go see it." A young man in gray said excitedly, "One of my cousins ​​died in the northern battlefield three years ago. Twenty-two years old, and now left orphans and widows."

"The people of Beiyan are cruel and cold-blooded. They have repeatedly violated the border over the years, disturbing the frontier, and I don't know how many soldiers died in battle, and many innocent people died tragically!" A scholar on the side of the road scolded with righteous indignation.

"Yeah yeah."

"There is a family in the village next to us who escaped from the northern Xinjiang. I heard that half of the people in the village died at the hands of the Beiyan people, even the one-year-old child was not spared. It was a hell on earth..."

All the people were filled with righteous indignation and denounced the evil deeds of the Beiyan people.

Yu Fuyun also heard these conversations, and his expression was solemn.

He knew best that the descriptions of these people were only one or two of ten, and the sins committed by the Beiyan Army in the northern Xinjiang were impossible to atone for their sins!

On the street, the emotions of those people became more and more high-pitched, like a pot of boiling water.

When Yelu Luan came out of the Siyi Pavilion, the eyes of the people all turned to him.

Yelu Luan's blue eyes and deep facial features were obviously different from those of the people in the Central Plains. The people easily guessed his identity and looked at him with indignant eyes.

Yelu Luan: "!!!"

He originally thought that he was just going to kowtow to the Hall of Heroes, and the humiliation for a while was over. He didn't expect that Gu Zezhi was so despicable, and he actually made it out and stepped on his face, the face of their Yan Kingdom!

"Gu Zezhi, what do you mean?" Yelu Luan asked almost word by word.

Gu Zezhi looked at him with a gentle smile, "Since Prince Yelu is so sincere in making amends for the invasion of Dasheng on behalf of the State of Yan, of course I have to let my Dasheng people know about it."

"Or, does Prince Yelu want to cede the three cities?"

Gu Zezhi pressed hard step by step, his tone and smile remained warm.

Yu Fuyun's little servant Chengying looked at Gu Zezhi with a burning gaze, almost applauding.

Yelu Luan's face turned blue and purple, and he only felt that the eyes of the people around him were shooting at him like arrows. He was angry and hated, embarrassed and unwilling.

Gu Zezhi reached out his hand again to make a request.

Yelu Luan actually had no other choice.

Ying Ling Temple is located on Daying Street in the west of the city. Although it is located in the capital, it is quiet in the middle of the noise. The ancient trees on both sides of the street are towering, and there is a quiet and solemn atmosphere.

Today's Daying Street is particularly lively. The beating of gongs and drums and the people's discussions made the whole street noisy.

Because this group of people was so powerful, it attracted more people to watch along the way, forming a team of at least several thousand people, and it was dark.

Gu Zezhi had invited the soldiers and horses of the five cities in advance to help maintain order.

Yelu Luan arrived in front of the Valhalla with a livid face amid the beating of gongs, drums and criticism all the way.

The door of the Ying Ling Temple was open, Yelu Luan, Gu Zezhi and Yu Fuyun entered the Ying Ling Temple together. There were three huge stone tablets in the courtyard in front of them, each with tens of thousands of names engraved on them. These are the names of the heroic spirits who died for Daqi.

In this Hall of Heroes, there is also a forest of steles, and there are many such steles in the forest of steles.

In fact, there are countless Daqi soldiers who died in battle, but did not leave their names.

"Prince Yelu, please!"

Gu Zezhi stood with his hands behind his back. At this moment, there was no longer a smile on his face, and his expression was awe-inspiring, standing there like a straight red ying.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell into silence, and the people outside the Hall of Heroes all looked at Yelu Luan's back with burning eyes.

Yelu Luan stood stiffly for a while, then lifted his robe and knelt down with difficulty, feeling the sound of something shattering in his ears.

The slate floor of the twelfth lunar month was as cold and hard as ice, revealing a biting chill.

Yelu Luan clenched his fist tightly, with blue veins protruding on the back of his hand.

Yelu Luan stooped down with difficulty, feeling like a huge boulder was pressing down on his back, making him unable to breathe, and his forehead stopped three inches from the ground...

As soon as he knocked his head, it meant that the country of Yan bowed his head to Da Qi.

Yelu Luan's face was flushed red, and he wanted to disappear out of thin air. However, at this moment, Gu Zezhi's voice came from his ears: "Prince Yelu, do you want to consider the three cities?"

This person... Yelu Luan's heart was burning with fire, and he secretly swore in his heart that Gu Zezhi would not be stabbed by a thousand swords, and the hatred in his heart would not be quelled.

Yelu Luan knocked her head down with almost all her strength.

First.

the second.

The third.

At the same time, don't know who started it, the people outside the Valhalla also knelt down one after another, and all the people on the street are a little shorter.

Those people are also kowtowing in the direction of the Hall of Heroes and the stele, but they are not making amends, but are grateful to those heroic spirits for giving their lives to protect Da Qi!

With the sacrifices of these heroic spirits, only Daqi is safe now, and Beiyan is now bowing his head as a minister!

Yu Fuyun in the back watched this scene quietly, feeling unspeakable joy in his heart, and looked up at the blue sky. Did the father, uncle, brothers in the family, and so many heroes of the Yu family who died in battle see this scene?

After Yelu Luan kowtowed, he immediately stood up from the ground and shot Gu Zezhi coldly, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

In fact, he didn't need to say it, his murderous eyes had already explained everything.

He snorted coldly, walked out of the gate of Valhalla without turning his sleeves, turned on his horse, and rode away at the fastest speed, leaving all the voices of the people behind.

Gu Zezhi and Yu Fuyun didn't put their minds on Yelu Luan anymore, they both bypassed the stone tablet and entered the main hall of the Hall of Heroes in front of them.

In the main hall, a series of tablets are enshrined like terraces. Here are the tablets of those generals who have made outstanding achievements, and among them there are also members of the Yu clan, including Yu Fuyun's father, uncle, grandfather, great grandfather...

The two quietly knelt down on the futon, offered incense, and kowtowed.

After a while, the two came out of the main hall again, Gu Zezhi said in a low voice, "The next is the peace talks between the two countries, do you want to come together?"

Yu Fuyun didn't speak, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

Gu Zezhi smiled slightly: "You know Bei Yan better than I do, and you know how to make Bei Yan more painful."

Cheng Ying, who was guarding under the eaves of the main hall, also heard this sentence, and once again fell in admiration for this third son of Gu. Absolutely!

Yu Fuyun walked down the stone steps, stopped beside an old pine tree, and nodded, "Okay."

The cold wind howled, making the ancient pines sway and rustling, as if echoing something.

On the same day, Gu Zezhi entered the palace and went to the imperial study room to face the saint, and asked the emperor to ask Yu Fuyun to assist him in the peace talks with Beiyan.

Yelu Luan went to the Yingling Temple to apologize for Beiyan's guilt so much that it spread throughout the capital, and the emperor naturally heard about it.

The emperor was very happy in his heart, but he regretted that Gu Zezhi didn't tell him earlier that he could still take a look at the excitement.

For Gu Zezhi's request, the emperor deserved to be very happy.

"Alright."

In these simple two words, there is a sigh that only the emperor himself knows. Yu Fuyun's body has not been well maintained, so the emperor did not dare to give him errands before.

Hey, it's good to have an errand to make him feel relieved, so that he doesn't always get lost in the past...

The emperor turned the jade wrench on his thumb, pondered for a moment, and then changed the topic: "Zezhi, has your mother and concubine picked a date to propose marriage?"

Gu Zezhi smiled and nodded, "The seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is fixed."

"Okay!" The emperor was overjoyed, and he knew in his heart that Princess Duan made a neat move, "I'm just waiting for you and Xiaoji's wedding wine!"

On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Duan Wangfu invited Princess Su as a matchmaker, prepared generous gifts, and went to the Qin family to propose marriage.

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