Chapter 605: Feng Lintian (eight)

At that time, Xiaofeng Qing, the king of Rui, rebelled, and powerful princes from all over the country took the opportunity to recruit soldiers and horses, under the banner of rebellion, to expand the state army. The prince originally set only the first son of heaven, built luxurious palaces in their respective territories, and served servants such as clouds. There were many servants under the door. They had no direct financial and political power in their hands, which could basically be called small Court.
When Xiao Fengqing conspired, they finally found this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they took out the silver recruits they had hoarded for many years to buy horses, expand the army, and rob the land. After Xiao Fengzhang returned to Beijing, although the state army of the various princes was withdrawn, and many weapons in their hands were collected, this was only on the surface. In the dark, how could the princes who had tasted the benefits willingly put their hands on the horses? Let them go out, all hiding the best weapons and war horses in their hands.
Today, Xiao Fengxi is seriously ill, and the princes everywhere are eager to move, privately mint coins, mine iron ore privately, and even rumors have secretly recruited young people everywhere.
Under the prosperity of the prosperous period, the prince is already a cancerous tumor of Ying country. Qi Di and Qin Di were just captured, and the Central Plains were all unified. Qi Qi was all over Xiao Fengyi. It can be said that for three years, he has dragged the sick, and it is extremely difficult to maintain the present situation.
In the Royal Study Room, Nie Wushuang looked at the several-foot-thick memorial, and his eyebrows frowned deeply.
The prince on the side looked at it seriously, and Nie Wushuang looked at the slender shoulders that he hadn't grown into, and he passed with pity in his eyes: "Prince, your mother will let you supervise the country, would you be willing?"
The Prince raised his head, and in his clear eyes were rational and gentle: "The father is seriously ill, and the son-in-law should be filial to the father."
Nie Wushuang watched as he had faded from his immature face, remembering that he had converted to himself and said that his father and emperor had returned, he would not have to be emperor ...
"After that, you are going to be emperor. Would you like?" Nie Wushuang asked again.
The Prince thought for a moment: "Are you going to be Emperor?"
"Yes." Nie Wushuang looked into his eyes.
The Prince hesitated for a while: "Mother, the sons and daughters do not want to be emperors."
"Why?" Nie Wushuang heard the words, and there was a pain in her heart that she couldn't understand. Is he so young that he already knows the helplessness and loneliness of the emperor?
"The son-in-law wants to be a general, a Confucian general like General Nie." The prince's eyes revealed that she had never seen bright glory, but he paused, and said for a long time: "But if the father and mother must be son-in-law, Emperor, sons and daughters will naturally be filial piety. Be a good emperor, like the father emperor. "
"Good boy!" Nie Wushuang felt a touch of emotion in her heart, and she hugged him: "For your father and emperor, you must be a good prince and good emperor."
She looked at the dark night, with a strong determination passing in her beautiful eyes: "Tomorrow, the queen will let the emperor confer the decree, the kings will enter Beijing, and congratulate the fourteenth birthday of Prince ..."
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On the bustling Yingjing Street, people came and went. Just three shots on the sun, next to the city gate, the guards posted a bright yellow list with the words on it. Pedestrians surrounded the past, and those who knew the words broke aloud. After they finished reading, everyone was surprised. The prince ’s fourteenth birthday would require the kings to go to Beijing to congratulate him. This battle was really too big. Could it be that the emperor was already seriously ill and had to pave the way for the prince? ...
There are many opinions. In the crowd, a tall man standing in the middle of the crowd is like a flock of chickens. The black veil dropped, covering his face.
He watched in silence before pushing the crowd away and heading out. I don't know who shoved it. He stepped on the foot of a pedestrian. The man jumped in pain and scolded, "Don't you have eyes?"
The black veil was lifted by the wind. As soon as the pedestrians raised their eyes, they faced a pair of cold, strange-colored eyes. The face of the silent man was beautiful and strangely enchanting. With the pair of deep eyes, it was almost captivating.
"Let's go." Under the black gauze cover, his voice was cold like snow.
The pedestrian was shocked by the look he had seen inadvertently, and could not help walking back. The Tsing Yi man snorted and disappeared quickly into the crowd.
He walked fast, and seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of Beijing. Soon, he walked to a remote and uninhabited place and took off the sweltering gauze, which relieved him.
His eyebrows were anxious, looking at the corner of the palace that was distantly exposed, he could not help but smile and sigh: "Wushuang, you are still so bold, but you know that the current kings are no longer the kings who have no real power before, They are wolves, vicious wolves ... "
He rested for a while, and finally glanced at the direction of the palace. He seemed determined to put on the dipper again and headed out of the gate of the capital.
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"Come to Beijing?" Xiangyang Duanwang Mansion, Duan Wangzheng leisurely looked at the three-foot red coral in the new tribute of the local county government, could not help but stunned. With a shake in his hand, a few drops of fine wine splashed on the coral, and the red color became more beautiful.
His handsome face thought deeply: "What's wrong with it? ..."
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"Birthday to the Prince Hehe in Beijing ?!" On King Chu's school grounds in Jingzhou, King Chu was enthusiastically competing with several young fighters in martial arts. Hearing those who came to report from the palace said this. Turning around the Lux, roaring: "Why do I want Laozi to congratulate the young boy on his birthday?"
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In the royal palace of Luzhou, in the Accord, the good scented incense sticks rose from the incense burner. In the middle, there was the elegant King Jing. He heard the newspaper outside the house and smiled slightly: "I know the king, let it go."
He looked at the guqin that he had been struggling to find a few days before, as well as the beautiful lady who touched it, and smiled, "No, you just played the wrong sound."
Ask for a monthly ticket. If you really want to comfort the ice, give it something, send a magic pen, why, still the sentence, just read the text happy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
La la ... the kings appeared, in other words, they are also handsome guys of various types. Nie Wushuang is going to work among these handsome guys, ... the Xiao family seeds are good, and they won't grow too crooked and jujube drops ...