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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 21"

weight="151905"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

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He knocked his head, and his forehead was flushed: "The little girl was confused for a while, she didn't choose to say anything, please forgive the emperor!"

Murong Xiu slowly said, "Xue Aiqing, you should know what's wrong with this matter?"

Xue Zheng lowered his head, his voice trembling inexplicably: "It must be the little girl who was confused for a while, confused for a while..."

Xue Zhaoyi glanced at her old father inexplicably: "My father, why are you still so scared?" Turning to look at Murongxiu: "The emperor, this is the person who wants to be a concubine in Zhaohua Palace!"

Following the direction of her finger, Murong Xiu looked over slowly and slowly.

The person in front of him is still in a pure black martial arts uniform with a waist and narrow sleeves, and a simple strand of black hair like a slippery silk, making the poetic face even more cold.

His whole person, like a cold and sharp silver sword that has not been unsheathed, is too incompatible with the gorgeous palaces with carved beams and painted walls and Zhuqiang and Daiwa tiles.

For some reason, Yan Changqing suddenly lightened when he saw Murongxiu's gaze, and smiled lightly. There was a touch of calmness and ease in the eyes like bright black gems. This is the first time Yan Changqing smiled at him in half a month.

Murong Xiu slowly clenched his fists, but his face was still as calm as water: "You mean, I saw this person in Zhaohua Hall?"

"Yes!"

Murong Xiu retracted his gaze: "Liu Quan, did General Yan enter the harem today?"

Liu Quan knelt, shaking his head like a rattle, and his tone was extremely determined: "Back to the emperor, General Yan has been waiting for you in the front hall, and never entered the harem."

Xue Zhaoyi suddenly turned back to look at Yan Changqing, a horrible feeling flashed in his heart for no reason.

What did she hear just now? General Yan?

Although she belongs to her daughter, she occasionally heard her father and brother talk about the affairs of the previous dynasty. It is not that she has never heard of the name of the majestic young general Yan Changqing that made the enemy flee. When the boudoir was boring, she even occasionally imagined what kind of face she was after that hideous silver-white mask.

Xue Zhaoyi's face turned pale in an instant. She gritted her teeth, holding her free heart, rushed over and slapped Liu Quan in the face: "Nonsense! The two minions around this palace can testify, that is, in Zhaohua Hall. ——"

Murong Xiu raised his hand and faintly stopped Xue Zhaoyi's unfinished words, and the narrow Ruifeng raised his eyes: "Xue Aiqing?"

Xue Zheng got up a little embarrassed, pulled the still aggressive baby girl from the ground, pulled it aside, and whispered: "Just say a few more words, daddy can't help you!"

Xue Zhaoyi never thought why his father, who always loved him, suddenly turned to outsiders, and said in astonishment: "Daddy, you are a second-rank veteran, why are you still afraid of him as a young general?"

Xue Zheng was quickly stunned by his reckless daughter. Not to mention that the "little general" in her mouth is half an official position higher than herself. With Yan Changqing's prestige and weight in the emperor's heart, their Xue family can only fawn. Xue Zheng has always been aware of the spoiled temper of his precious daughter, lawless, eager to compete, and can not tolerate the slightest grievance. Relying on the love of the dragon descendants and the emperor in his belly, he never abide by the rules. If he is unhappy in the harem, he will vent his anger with the eunuch and the court lady, and even bully other concubines who are not favored. It is not that he has not heard of it. Fortunately, the emperor turned one eye and closed one eye.

But who is General Yan? After three generations of loyalty and loyalty, the emperor accompanied him when he was young. He was an official at the age of seventeen. His character has always been well-known in the country. For the stability of the Great Yan Kingdom, he did not even marry a wife and a concubine. How could it be possible to rashly go to the harem, the most favored concubine of indecent assault?

It is very possible to say that his Bao'er daughter bullied others.

God knows how she thinks General Yan is not pleasing to her eyes, and she is not happy to find someone else? Isn't that to touch the tiger's tail?

Xue Zheng reprimanded in a low voice: "General Yan has always been self-denying and not close to women. Don't talk nonsense!"

Xue Zhaoyi felt guilty, and tried to support it, still trying to harden his mouth: "But I obviously saw him..." Before he finished speaking, Xue Zhaoyi caught a glimpse of Yan Changqing's silent profile and was suddenly stunned.

She stared at Yan Changqing's silent profile. In the sun, the man's profile is smooth and perfect, brave and outstanding has a little beautiful brow bone and thin lips, all with a cold and stubborn smell. Xue Zhaoyi has lived in the harem for a long time, and knows best that this kind of cold temperament, like a sharp barb, can make men feel itchy and arouse men's desire to conquer.

Especially Murong Xiu who is above ten thousand people.

Xue Zhaoyi suddenly understood why Murongxiu always likes to order her to wear black men's clothing in private. The profile of his menswear is really similar to Yan Changqing.

Xue Zhaoyi's feet were soft and collapsed to the ground, unable to speak a word.

Murong Xiu lowered his eyes and glanced at the Xue family's father and daughter lightly, and snorted: "Xue Aiqing is not confused."

Gently waved his hand: "Leave it all. Xue Zhaoyi lost his manners in front of the palace, and he didn't hesitate to say anything. He went back and stayed in his palace and thought carefully before giving birth to a child."

Xue Zhaoyi was held up in a daze, and he was staggered again when he heard this sentence, and was framed by the slave in embarrassment.

Xue Zheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that as long as there is a dragonborn, the emperor will not care too much about him and his precious daughter.

But what should do if offend General Yan?

Zhang Jian wittily slapped Xue Zheng's sleeves, and was about to retire, but Yan Changqing, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Two adults, please stay."

Murong Xiu immediately scolded the two ministers: "Don't go back soon!"

Yan Changqing had already stepped forward and stopped Zhang Jian and Xue Zheng's retreat. He flirted with his clothes and knelt down in an upright manner: "Please allow the emperor to lead his troops to Monan, expel the invaders, and rescue the people on the border!"

Murong Xiu closed his eyes, clenched his right hand, trembling slightly.

Yan Changqing glanced over Zhang Jian and Xue Zheng: "I want to come to Master Zhang and Master Xue this time, also for the Monan matter?"

Zhang Jian looked at Murongxiu's face and coughed in embarrassment.

Xue Zhengzheng secretly wondered when to go to Yan Changqing's house to apologize. When he saw that Yan Changqing didn't seem to blame, he hurriedly followed up and wanted to make a bargain: "General Yan guessed it right. I also recommended to the emperor that General Yan go to Mo. Where's Nan. I wonder if General Yan can recover?"

Yan Changqing nodded and smiled humbly: "Thank you, Master Xue, for your concern, it's all right."

Zhang Jian turned his head and glanced at Xue Zheng very sympathetically.

Unexpectedly, Yan Changqing suddenly asked him: "I wonder if Master Zhang has a suitable candidate for Monan?"

Knowing that there is no retreat, Zhang Jian had to say: "This, huh, for the time being...not yet."

"So, what do you think about Yan?"

Zhang Jian was caught off guard against Shang Yan Changqing's cold, threatening black eyes. Suddenly he felt that two inches below his chest, the two ribs just joined were a little bit painful.

The scene where Qixia Village himself was kicked off by Yan Changqing with two ribs broken, and he almost choked to death when he picked it up with one hand, Zhang Jian still has lingering fears.

"General Yan...General Yan is wise and brave, rich in experience... He is... He is the best choice."

Yan Changqing smiled humbly again, and slammed down towards Murong Xiu: "Please also the emperor to agree to the minister's request!"

how shall it be said Wuyi Seven

Murong Xiu opened his eyes, his gaze slowly fell from the two ministers to Yan Changqing.

After a long time, he said: "I, it's approved."

Zhang Jian and Xue Zheng each breathed a sigh of relief, wiped their foreheads with cold sweat, and finally retired.

Sunlight slanted in from the carved mahogany window lattice, shining on Murongxiu's side face, casting a heavy shadow. The hall was extremely quiet, and could only faintly hear the birds singing on the green trees outside the window.

Murong Xiu suddenly rushed to grab Yan Changqing's shoulder, and the joints between his fingers turned white.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu's frustrated face in silence, and tightened his lips.

"You know that Xue Zhaoyi will make things worse, but you didn't explain it, and you deliberately asked Xue Zhaoyi to pull you out of the harem, didn't you?"

Yan Changqing remained silent.

"You are determined. As long as the ministers see you, I will never be able to hide you in the palace, right?"

Yan Changqing looked directly at Murong Xiu's eyes, and finally opened his mouth.

"Yes."

The waist is still neither humble nor overbearing, but straight.

However, the next moment, Murong Xiu suddenly rushed over, pressed him to the ground, and pressed him down with all his strength.

Yan Changqing resisted immediately, but Murong Xiu grabbed his wrist as soon as he shot and pressed him to the ground.

"This trick was taught to me by my brother himself." Murong Xiu said viciously, using his other hand to peel down Yan Changqing's tightly covered neckline little by little.

"The emperor." Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu without blinking.

"This time, it's useless what you said."

Murong Xiu felt that he was a complete fool.

For more than half a month, no matter whether he is presumptuous or restrained, he has never been able to get Yan Changqing. Half of it was because of Yan Changqing's resistance, and the other half was because of Murong Xiu's vacillating thoughts in his heart. He always felt that if he got Yan Changqing's first person, he would not get his heart.

How stupid he is, he can slowly let Yan Changqing accept himself if he doesn't do it. But the result? Not only can't get the heart, even people have to run away!

Yan Changqing's hairband loosened in resistance and pulling, and large pieces of black and soft blue silk scattered from his shoulders and necks, spreading out on the gorgeous golden silk carpet, Murong Xiu felt that his heart trembled violently again.

Yes, he can't think about that much anymore. Especially when he learned that the Dongyun man was not dead, he panicked even more.

He knew that Yan Changqing must have a different mind for that Dongyun man.

No way. His Changqing brother can only belong to him forever. If you want to melt him into your own flesh and blood, eat it in your stomach, no one can snatch him away, and you can't see it!

"Cultivation brother."

Yan Changqing changed his tone and continued to call him.

Murong Xiu was taken aback for a moment, and he covered Yan Changqing's mouth, and continued to strip down his clothes.

Yan Changqing pulled his elbow and squeezed his hand. The two eyes looked at each other quietly.

Suddenly, Yan Changqing wrapped his hand around Murongxiu's neck and patted it softly. It's like calming the irritable little beast: "Brother Xiu, do you remember this sentence?"

"Qiyue Wuyi? The same robe with the son."

Murong Xiu froze suddenly. Staring closely at Yan Changqing's eyes.

From his dark eyes, Murong Xiu saw his projection.

That was the fourteen-year-old self.

That day, paper money was flying in the sky, and it merged with the vast snow. In front of the icy concubine Xian's coffin, Yan Changqing hugged a thin young man with tears in his face. The big brother gently patted the back of his neck, as if comforting a small animal, soothing him.

Qi said without clothes? Go with the child. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Have hatred with the son!

On that day, Yan Changqing whispered in his ear, solemnly swearing.

Qi said without clothes? Tongze with the child. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Work with the son!

That day, the little boy gritted his teeth and followed with tears.

"The emperor, do you remember this poem?"

Crystal clear, black and white eyes, it seems that even the iceberg and snow water closest to the dome is not as clear as a ten thousandth.

"I...I don't remember!" Murong Xiu replied immediately, his voice flustered inexplicably.

"The emperor still remembers what the empress said before leaving?"

Murong Xiu suddenly shrank into a ball, tightly covering his ears with both hands, and shook his head in a panic, "I don't remember! I don't remember!"

"You will always be monarchs and ministers, and you will always be brothers."

Yan Changqing spoke word by word, slowly.

Long, long ago, the pale and sad face that was deliberately buried in the depths of memory suddenly appeared in front of Murong Xiu at this moment. In front of the fluttering three-foot white silk, his mother and concubine said so slowly.

In an instant, Yan Changqing's face seemed to overlap with his mother's concubine's face.

Monarch. brother.

As if struck by lightning, Murong Xiu deceived himself and closed his eyes tightly and covered his ears. But Yan Changqing's words still entered his ears word by word.

"A ruler is a ruler. A brother is a brother."

Yan Changqing pulled the torn skirt of his clothes and knelt down solemnly.

"Other than that?" Murong Xiu raised his head abruptly, his throat was extremely dry, and his expression frantically and eagerly: "What else? I...I..."

Before he finished speaking, the rapid footsteps suddenly remembered outside the door hall. The great eunuch Liu Quan knelt outside the door, with a sharp voice: "The emperor, Monan is in a hurry!"

If it were not for an extremely urgent battle report, Liu Quan would never be so panicked. But Murong Xiu didn't even think about it, grabbed what was at hand, and smashed it over: "Get out of here! Get out!"

Liu Quan didn't have time to dodge, and the gilt lampstand that Murong Xiu had thrown was smashed into place. The bright red blood flowed down the corner of his forehead and his face was instantly flushed. He didn't even care to wipe it, and his voice trembled:

"The emperor, there was a big earthquake in Monan, and they died... a lot of people died, so the slave dare not not report it!"

earthquake? As if a basin of ice water was pouring down, Murong Xiu woke up instantly.

Why is there a big earthquake! Is God punishing him?

Because he did something against his will to his brother, Dayan's most loyal and brave general?

Seeing Murongxiu's silence, Liu Quan thought that the little emperor was frightened, but he could only bite the bullet and continue to report: "After the strong... strong earthquake, Monan officers and soldiers fled to death, Bei Rongcheng turned into chaos. The twelve counties of Monan have all become rivals!"

Murong Xiu stared at him, bloodshot in the corners of his eyes: "What did you say?"

Yan Changqing strode forward, grabbing the report, and quickly spread out his fingers trembling. Every word on the silk seems to have turned into a horrible state of raging fire and a collapse of the border mountains in the southern part of the country.

"The emperor, please order to lead troops immediately and go to Monan for support!"

Murong Xiu's body shook, and finally his clenched fist slowly loosened. After a long while, he finally nodded gently.

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In ancient societies, people often attributed disasters to punishment from heaven. Therefore, every time an earthquake occurs, the first thing the reigning emperor does is to "crime himself", review his own faults, and pray for God's forgiveness. Therefore, Murong Xiu's first reaction after learning of the big earthquake was to think that he was offended by the heavens.

In the article, Murongxiu called himself "I" for a while, and then called "I" for a while. This is not my clerical error. Generally speaking, Murong Xiu called himself "I" (for example, in front of ministers) when he wanted to pretend to be the emperor, but in front of Yan Changqing, he didn't recognize Changqing's status as monarch and minister, so he mostly called himself "I". Of course, sometimes he is very impatient and impulsive, and "I" will pop out. (After all, small cultivator is the emperor who was driven to the shelves by the duck, and there is a little obstacle in his identity.)

General Yan has finally come out, not far from the reunion with the big gangster Helian la la la la

Desert Long Kiss 1

On the eighth day of May, it is early summer. Chonghu (Wuyin) is in the south, and it is suitable to marry.

Outside the Donghua Gate of Ming Palace, the magnificent Dongyun Dazi, a group of eighty-four people to send off the family slowly came to a halt.

Xuanji was wearing a red dress with golden silk and auspicious clouds, wearing a nine phoenix and a beaded phoenix crown, and she stretched out a slender jade hand very gracefully from the sedan chair carried by sixteen people with carved and gilded gold.

With just this hand, all the bearers held their breath and avoided their eyes.

Dongyun men are more expensive than black.Helian Rongchuan was dressed in a gorgeous black suit with golden clouds, and Xin Xinran stretched out his hand to welcome Xuanji out of the sedan chair.

"The bracelet is so beautiful." Helian Rongchuan swept across Xuanji's slender wrist and praised.

Xuanji lowered her head and gently stroked the two-fingered red gold diamond-inlaid nine-turn exquisite bracelet on her wrist, and said: "His Royal Highness can really talk, not to praise the beauty, only to praise the beauty of the bracelet."

Helian Rongchuan laughed, "I will know whether people are beautiful or not."

Xuanji lowered her head shyly