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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 64"

weight="152208"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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The emperor who grew up with him was lost for a while. As long as he walks away from Mobei and does not appear under Murongxiu's eyelids, he may be able to dilute the feelings in Murongxiu's heart. He thought that the position of monarchs and ministers in Murong Xiu's heart was much more important than himself.

He was so wrong.

A poisonous vine may only grow a small sprout on the ground at first, but in the black soil, the tangled rhizome may already be densely packed and intertwined. And every bit he gets along with Helian Rongchuan, as long as it reaches Murong Xiu's ears, it will become the nourishment for this poison ivy. Murong Xiu has completely changed. In the entanglement of poison ivy, Murong Xiu has become a person he does not know at all.

But what can he do? That is the younger brother he vowed to guard, the monarch he must be loyal to.

Yan Changqing looked carefully over the faces of the forty-five members of the Yan family's nine families. Every face is filled with bewilderment, horror and innocence. The Yan family was loyal and loyal. Most males died in the army, leaving only the old, the weak, the sick. They should have lived a stable and good life under the protection of the heroic spirit of their husbands and brothers.

Murong Xiu brought them to him. Although he didn't say anything, Yan Changqing understood everything.

I'm afraid it's not just his nine races. Since he can be recalled from Dongyun, Murong Xiu must also know where Helian Rongchuan is hiding.

The cold wind broke open the window abruptly and blew over. In the courtyard outside the window, the two Begonia-colored plants that he and Yan Changqing had planted in their youth had been destroyed by the wind and snow, and it was obvious that they would not be able to wait for the next spring.

Yan Changqing lowered his head, slowly bowing to his knees:

"Chen, follow the decree."

In the fifth year of Yan Qingzhao, the Murong imperial family was enthroned at the age of fourteen, and the emperor Murongxiu, who had rebelled against all sides at the age of eighteen, finally appointed his own queen. Although the male style prevails in various countries, it is not a new thing for males to get married. There was a male queen in the previous dynasty, but because of the unique identity of the male queen, the people of Yan State were still in an uproar, and they talked in private:

"Why did the emperor choose the famous silver-faced Yama as the queen? Didn't that mean that silver-faced Yama is a monster with fangs?"

"Hey, what kind of monster is it! I heard that the silver-faced Yama is a peerless beauty! It must be the little emperor who couldn't bear the beauty to fight everywhere, so he took it into the palace."

"He's in the palace? Then he won't fight anymore? Hey, General Yan has done so many military exploits and is willing to stay in the palace for the rest of his life?"

"Stay in the palace and have no children. Tsk tsk, maybe that little emperor is just looking fresh. After all, the taste of a man is different from that of a woman..."

Several voices laughed trivially:

The noisy discussion was also mixed with a few out of place sighs:

"Obviously he is a generation of talents, why are you willing to let go of your ambitions and stay in the deep palace? What a pity, what a pity!"

"Nerdy, don't you know?" a slippery voice said:

"On the battlefield, swords and swords don’t have eyes. No matter how powerful the silver-faced Yama, he will not be able to keep one day. He will be killed by an arrow on the battlefield without paying attention. His family's reputation for loyalty is not earned from the pile of dead people. Is it? After today and no tomorrow, can it be compared with the life of the queen with good clothes and good food? I heard that a few days ago, even the remaining relatives of the Yan family who had a little bit of relatives were called in. After the palace, I won a lot of rewards. When they came back, they even jumped off. The house they lived in suddenly increased with a lot of people to wait on them!"

"God, this is much more generous than fighting Fenghou..."

"Who said no..."

The people sighed with envy, or shook their heads and sighed. They finally finished the discussion one by one contentedly, and went away from their busy schedules.

The situation in the court hall was much quieter than the common people in the city. Taishi Pang single-mindedly wanted to take over the power to be the regent. He had always been aggressive in the court and confronted the little emperor, but this time he was silent for the first time. The ministers who were on the side of the little emperor finally saw their opponents slumped, but they were not happy at all. They knew that the little emperor was pressed into a hurry, so they had to protect Yan Changqing as an empress against the threat of Pang Taishi's party. But this trick is a bit like hitting a mouse, but it hurts the porcelain vase first. Is it really a good choice to bury a good general in the deep palace?

And according to General Yan's cold and arrogant temperament, is he really willing to stay in the deep palace? What should the Xuanjia Army do? Apart from General Yan, who else in the world can deter the border and the world?

A few upright veterans really couldn't stand it, and a memorial was posted up. Who knew that the shadows of these veterans weren't seen when they went to court the next day. Murong Xiu sat on the high dragon chair. Although he didn't say anything, the remaining ministers, look at me, and I look at you. He was full of words but he didn't dare to say anything.

All preparations before the wedding began to proceed in an orderly manner. Such as accepting ceremony, application ceremony, requesting ceremony and so on, the ceremony department prepared according to the way of the previous wedding of Empress Zhao, which is not a difficult task. But there is only one difference-according to the rules of the ancestors, before the big wedding, the queen should stay at her home and wait for the honor ceremony, and then the emperor will welcome him to the Zhaohua Hall. But their future "queen" was arranged to live in Zhaohua Hall from the very beginning, and the emperor had no intention of letting him out of the palace at all.

The official of the Ministry of Rites in charge of the wedding scratched his head and really didn't know what to do. Someone had the courage to ask the emperor to let Yan Changqing go out of the palace and return to the general's mansion, and then pick him up on the day of the wedding. As a result, the little official of the Ministry of Rites got a board. Although the remaining officials of the Ministry of Rites were inexplicable and puzzled, they were so scared that they did not dare to speak any more, so they ordered to welcome the relatives and send the queen from Zhaohua Hall to Wende Hall, the emperor’s bedroom, on the day of the wedding. Entering the door, it was also a private joke from the palace staff.

It was the eve of the big wedding in a blink of an eye, and the streets and alleys in Sheng'an City were full of lights and festoons. And the palace is even more beaming, with red silk hanging everywhere and a sea of ​​flowers. Because the wedding time was too fast and too close, countless palace people had to work overtime all night, busy with the final preparations for the wedding. The eunuchs in charge of the emcee were particularly busy panting, their feet not touching the ground. It's gone ugly at night, and they are still rolling their sleeves and busy hanging the red lanterns at the gate of the palace.

After finally hanging up one, Father-in-law Zhang wiped his sweat and was about to get off the wooden ladder, but saw that a carriage came out of the palace gate slowly. He couldn't help nagging: This is the middle of the night, the palace gate has always been forbidden, who is so bold?

Zhang Gonggong then trembled down the ladder. The guard at the gate of the palace yelled, and the carriage stopped as expected. saw a small official in Qingpao from the courtesy department getting off the car. He was tall and unremarkable. His eyes were dark and bright, and his expression was extremely respectful.

The guard knew that Zhang Gonggong, who was of higher grade than them, had always been a nosy dog ​​and took mice, so he walked aside and watched.

"Father-in-law." The little official saluted.

"What to do?"

"Go to General Yan's Mansion."

Father Zhang raised his eyebrows: "In the middle of the night, what are you going to do in the General's Mansion?"

"The emperor said that he wanted to decorate the Hall of Zhaohua with some of the general's own house, so that he felt cordial and not awkward when welcoming her." The official said, taking out a token from his arms, respectfully Holding in both hands.

Father Zhang glanced at the token. Naturally, he knew that the Ministry of Rites had suffered the unlucky meal because of the ceremonial ceremony. There is no one who goes out from the right door to the left door and enters the ground to welcome the relatives, but they can't figure it out. Zhang Gonggong sighed in his heart, but did not show anything in face, just nodded:

"Here, go ahead."

The busiest thing before the big wedding is the little officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Grandpa Zhang let go of the little official and continued to hang the lantern. But don't know if he is dim-eyed or something, but the other lantern can't hang up.

This is a bad omen!

Father Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and somehow the little official in the green robe just appeared in his mind. He had seen this little official before, and he wasn't considered a fresh face. But why the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong?

Father Zhang slowly tightened his eyebrows.

In the heavy night, the small officer's carriage in the green robe drove into the general's mansion, and then hurried out. But the carriage did not return to the palace, but drove quickly outside the city.

"Drive, drive!" The Qingpao official kept urging the horse to move forward, until he reached the spacious official road with no one around, and then slowly stopped.

"Where is this?"

The door curtain was lifted, revealing an old woman's wrinkled face. She was holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her arms, her eyes widened, and she looked at the Qingpao official with some fear. Further inside, eight or nine old and young women and children were still nestled in the car.

"My lord, you... didn't you say you want to take us into the palace, this is...?" the person in the car asked with a trembling voice. A few timid children, tears were already welling up, and they wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

The little official in Qingpao jumped out of the car. Although his footsteps were vacant, his waist was very straight. He stood in front of the car, his fingers peeled off his ears, and the human and leather mask fell off. Showing a poetic and picturesque, very handsome face.

It's just that under the moonlight, this face looked so pale, with a little sadness.

"Changqing!" Everyone in the car was shocked. The old woman tremblingly got out of the car and touched Yan Changqing's cheek:

"Good boy, why are you? What are you doing to bring us here?"

Yan Changqing flirted with his clothes, knelt down, knocked three heads in a row, and said, "Changqing doesn't want to be humiliated, nor can he bear to hurt the Yan family. So I can only think of this way."

"Good boy, I know, I know..."

Big tears rolled from the old woman's cloudy eyes:

"Our Yan family's three generations of loyalty and fame are earned on horseback. Entering the harem is a shame and a joke of the world. No matter what others say, I know that our family's Changqing will never want to, never will willing……"

Yan Changqing raised his head, her black mercury-like eyes faintly trembled.

"I have made arrangements for the young and old in other tribes." Yan Changqing said, taking out a road map from his arms:

"You follow the instructions on the map. If everything goes well, you will reach the Pinnacle Valley of the Eastern Cloud Kingdom in seven days." Yan Changqing pointed at the mark on the map, and his fingertips trembled extremely slightly:

"If nothing else, when you get here, you will be round with others. If you walk along this path in the valley, you will find a big mountain villa. Then you only have to take out this map with my handwriting, The owner of that villa will treat you well."

Yan Changqing solemnly said word by word: "You must tell him that someone may want his life, let him take you and find another place to settle."

"What about you? Aren't you going with us?"

The old woman smacked out the meaning of Yan Changqing's words: "You don't want to enter the harem and let us go again. This is against the emperor's order, but you want to behead!" The old woman's eyes widened in horror, and she tightened suddenly. Yan Changqing's hand:

"Child, you must not stay, go with grandma!"

Yan Changqing shook his head: "Brothers, monarch and ministers, I still have things to do. Don't worry, he won't hurt me."

"I don't believe it!" The old woman burst into tears, but her words were extremely firm: "If you don't go, I won't go. You are a good boy and the last glory of our Yan family. Grandma must protect you with her old life and not allow them. bully you!"

Tears finally slipped from the corner of his eyes, and Yan Changqing still smiled: "Okay, okay, then grandma will stay with me."

He put his arms around the old woman's shoulders gently, comforting her gently, and then a sudden pat on the back of her neck.

A well-measured palm ensures that the old woman will not feel pain and can wake up in half a day. Yan Changqing wiped away his tears and carefully picked up the fainted old woman into the car.

The old and weak women and children in the car were already crying and blushing. Yan Changqing tried to endure the emotions in his heart, and then ordered the contents of the map carefully. was about to get out of the car, but heard that seven or eight-year-old boy asked timidly:

"Big brother, is the owner of that villa really reliable?"

Yan Changqing paused, but didn't look back, only whispered softly:

"Under the sun, there is no one more reliable than him."

With a long hiss, the horse finally raised its hoof to go east.

Yan Changqing stood quietly in the darkness. The cold winter wind disturbed his long hair and blew his thin robe violently, like a pair of broken wings.

It didn't take long to stand, and gradually a sound of horseshoes sounded behind him. Yan Changqing sighed silently, watching the white mist exhaling slowly disperse in the cold night breeze.

Turned around. Hundreds of torches lit up the white snow. Among the snow, stood a familiar figure.

"You still miss him, don't you?"

Murong Xiu sneered: "You are worried that I will kill him, and that I will kill your Nine Clan, right?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu quietly, silent. This silence has been maintained since the day he was trapped in the palace.

Murong Xiu was used to this silence. The corners of his eyes were red, and he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Yan Changqing by the collar:

"I used your nine tribes to force you, but I never really meant to hurt them. I also didn't intend to kill the Dongyun man. Yan Changqing, what do you mean by doing this?! You speak, you speak !!!"

"What do you think of me?"

...

"Why don't you believe me at all?"

Still unable to receive a response, Murong Xiu knelt on the ground in pain, the snow-white gold-lined fox fur covered the mud of melting snow on the ground, and the gold-threaded dragon crown was also scattered. In the closed eyes, the chaotic scene flew across.

It was the white silk that fluttered when his birth mother, Concubine Xian, was strangled to death, the paper money flying all over the sky when his father was buried, it was the vast snow when he became the throne, and countless people bowed their heads respectfully.

Long live my emperor!

Long live!

In the depression that was about to suffocate, it was a teenager's warm palm that pulled him out. The distant voice echoed in my ears:

...

"Don't be afraid. When I grow up, I will be the most powerful general and will always protect you and the territory of Yan Kingdom."

"Then are you still my brother?"

"certainly."

"Always?"

"forever."

"Except for brother?"

"I'm still your most loyal courtier."

"But I don't want you to be my courtier, nor do I want you to be just my brother."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I... I don't know... Anyway, don't abandon me forever."

"Okay, forever."

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"Liar!" Murong Xiu had a splitting headache, and shouted in pain, "You lie to me, you don't believe me. You send them away first, and then you have to run away, right? Run back to the Dongyun person and abandon me. is not it?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu quietly, still silent.

Murong Xiu's blood-red eyes were open, with hatred and sadness: "Okay, okay, since you don't believe me, then I'll be absolutely extinct. Come, catch all the people in the car just now, and send someone back. Go to Dongyun, find out that Dongyun man, and shatter the corpse!!!"

However, the voice fell, and no one behind Murong Xiu dared to move.

A cold long sword was facing Murong Xiu's chest. So close, only a few inches, can pierce flesh and blood.

Murong Xiu was stunned. He looked at the knife in disbelief. For a long time, a bleak smile burst out from the corners of his thin lips: "For him, you want to kill me? Yan Changqing, you dare to kill the king?!"

Yan Changqing chuckled softly. He raised his head slightly, and saw the snow in the sky swirling and flying. They were so white and crystalline, they fell gently, seeming to want to kiss the vast earth, but as soon as they fell, the snowflakes melted into the mud on the ground. Disappear.

a mess. a mess.

Close your eyes, like a blazing fire burning your heart, like a scorching sun, a layer of corpses without hundreds of people, a large pool of coagulated blood, a blood-stained hand on the gate of Ningcheng