Chapter 712: |Wanshou Wujiang·Guo Gong

In spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the mountain flowers are burning.
A white deer paperweight was pressed against the paper, and the corners were filled with wind.
"Being a prince, only being benevolent, being a minister, only being respectful, being a son of man, and being filial..."
"Master Yan... Well, Master Yan?"
The Confucian scholar held the ruler in his hand and gently hit the young man at the desk on the back.
In the first time, the young man didn't realize it, frowning, he was still whispering in his dream, "You are so stupid, you can't even memorize books!"
Daru: "..."
The teenagers snickered and laughed.
In the second time, the young man suddenly became angry and grabbed the ruler on his shoulders, pulling the big scholar almost to the sky.
Yan Juechen who woke up: "... Sir, I know I was wrong."
After the morning class, a group of teenagers walked out laughing and laughing.
The lively companion caught the boy and said with a smile, "Juechen, my good brother, tell my brother, what good baby is in your dream."
Yan Juechen: "..."
Others joked, "Is there any good baby, I'm afraid it's not a sweet little lady. Brother Yan is teaching homework. If you can't learn, you need the palm of your hand."
"Oh, poor little lady, who is not good for me, I have to like our ruthless, serious and old-fashioned Brother Yan. If you don't eat the act of acting like a baby, don't you get beaten?"
Yan Juechen immediately looked for allies, "Brother Xiu"
The pale aristocratic teenager coughed and rescued the scene, "Okay, don't make fun of Yan brother." The next sentence is, "Young people know lust, and they want to admire Shaoai. Human nature."
The boy was speechless for a while before he said, "Brother Xiu, I'm only thirteen years old."
Not to the point of yet.
"Yes, isn't the young person who is in love at the beginning, is it thirteen to fourteen years old? How old you are, then you are greedy and lustful."
The companion laughed wildly.
"Come and come, in order to celebrate our brother Yan, the boy is pregnant with the spring, and the deer ran into each other randomly. Finally, it is no longer a little stodgy. Today, our brothers must have a good time."
The boy was teased over and over again, and his face was irritated, "Zhang Zi'an, you are not doing your job properly, don't involve me!"
"Yeah, Brother Yan is angry. That's okay, let's go to Uncle Yan's place and talk about it." Zhang Zi'an snorted clearly, unkindly, "Brother Xiu, what girl is our Guangyun country? So unlucky, we are worried about our future young princes at a young age."
"..."
Yan Juechen endured the headache, and even the urge to kick the companion into the pit.
Forget it, they are all classmates.
"...There is a wild lake nearby. Taking advantage of the clear sky, it's better to visit and broaden your horizons."
Zhang Zian’s eyes flashed brightly, and he slapped the ostentatious folding fan on his palm,
Yes, your brother Yan, hiding such a good place, and keeping it in the dark, it’s not enough! Hey, look! It’s still the power of the little lady in the dream. In the past, I would say, you didn’t pay attention to me, but today the sun came out from the west."
Yan Juechen kept shut.
It seems that the dreams in this class cannot be turned over.
As the son of the most powerful princes, his father was the prestigious and famous King Yanguang, who owned tens of thousands of fiefs, and his mother was the long-married Xiao family princess, who was gorgeous and honorable, with many manners.
This was the most perfect political marriage at the time.
King Yanguang gained wealth and beauty, retreated from the first-class power of the sky, became a minister, and kept his duty.
However, the Xiao imperial family was faint and corrupt. The central authority became more and more bloated. It raised a group of officials with corpse positions. It also made the eunuchs powerful, controlled the government, and tried to seek benefits from the princes. Intensified the conflict between his father, King Yan Guang and his mother, the princess.
The husband and wife are cold and frosty, have high hopes for their only son, and they have strict education.
His father personally supervised his homework, from literary to martial arts, learning fine one by one.
While the mother presides over the middle feed, she shows him the various aspects of all beings below, how to distinguish loyalty and evil, and how to control the villain.
In the matter of female sex, his mother is even more tightly controlled. Since he was ten years old, the maid beside him has moved his mind, and when he is bathing, he rushes in and wants to undress.
At that time, the maid was betrothed to her son in charge. She thought she was good-looking, and she was also a good concubine, so she violated the mistress's strict instructions and wanted to seduce the ten-year-old son.
But the son-in-law is smart and early-minded, so he doesn't eat her.
After he repelled, he reported to his mother and asked to move people away from him. The next day, his mother invited him to let all the women, in front of him, beat the maidservants to death, shocking them.
Yan Juechen didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, drinking tea indifferently.
The education of King Yanguang and the eldest princess was very successful, and the couple cultivated a young man who was determined to kill and was deep in the city, and even not close to female.
No one can make him move and resolve.
Therefore, the young man is very confused. Why would he dream of a little lady in his thirteen-year-old dream?
That may not be the little lady.
He can't remember the face of the other party clearly, only remember that she combed a woman's hair bun, and when she was writing at the desk, the neck was as delicate as a washed lotus root, like a cleaned porcelain, and her head turned away that day. After the flowering branches of Begonia, the cold breeze blew in, and the fluff on the back of her neck seemed to breathe, swaggering, and laying lazily.
He is young, so how can he remember a little woman?
Still forcing the married little lady to do her homework?
...How ridiculous.
Yan Juechen rubbed his forehead, put aside the absurd thoughts, and went on a picnic with his young friends in the wild lake.
The reeds in the early spring have just sprouted, and they have not yet grown into sharp swords, transitioning from snowy white to slightly pink. With a "puff", a large swath of water splashed the reeds on the shore. Zhang Zian, who didn't know how to adjust, had already stripped himself up and dived into the water, shouting that the water was clear and there were so many fish.
The companions on the shore immediately covered their faces with their hands, swearing insulting manners, and looked ashamed and in the company.
As a result, there was no incense stick, and the reed cones were covered with teenagers' clothes, and the joyful laughter dissipated the damp heat of the vegetation.
"Brother Yan, don't be reserved, come down quickly. A man who can't catch fish can't marry a little lady."
Zhang Zian kept yelling.
"Don't worry, I won't tell my sister-in-law about your naked ass!"
Yan Juechen: "..."
The rigorous and steady little boy closed himself on the spot. He was reflecting on himself: Why did I make a group of foolish friends?
"Cough, cough, cough, Zi'an really is." The young man called Brother Xiu shook his head. Compared with the light clothes of others, he also wears a cloak to prevent cold in the wild.
He turned to another matter, "Brother Yan, what do you think of what the great scholars are talking about today?"
The unfettered atmosphere of the young people disappeared instantly, because at this moment, they were in a chess game in the world.
Murong Xiu was the son of a prince in the Great Yue Kingdom, and he had always made friends with him in the Guangyun Kingdom. Today, the Xiao Clan is declining, and there are six first-class dukes, including Guangyun, Da Yue, and Weizhi. When the old dynasty lost its last glorious glory, the next ruler was born in their parents or descendants.
Everyone is tacitly aware of this.
Murong Xiu came to Guangyun Nation this time, and the political task he carried was quite heavy-he wanted to persuade Guangyun to join the team to overthrow the Xiao Clan.
He has tried King Yanguang's tone, and he is not optimistic. After all, the princess is living well now.
But if the Yan family did not turn back, they would never dare to let go of it.
In desperation, Murong Xiu had to follow the path of the little son. The two were of the same age and like-minded, but they became young confidants. Seeing that the time to return to China was approaching, Murong Xiu didn't appear on the surface, but clusters of fire ignited in his heart.
Yan Juechen didn't hesitate, "I listen to my father's orders."
"……Oh."
Even though he knew the answer early in the morning, Murong Xiu couldn't help being disappointed and smiled reluctantly.
"Sorry, Brother Xiu."
Murong Xiu shook his head, "It's okay. Although you and I are our masters, we are still brothers. This time I came to Guangyun, the luckiest thing was that I met you and Zi'an, which benefited me a lot."
Is it?
Do you really treat us as brothers?
Three years later, Yan Juechen stood by the coffin, looking at her mother's body, her makeup was very beautiful, and she was still the eldest princess with many demeanors. He grew up in the beacon dynasty of Libengle, and boys in this context are generally precocious, so he did not deceive himself to say that his mother was just asleep and would wake up in the future.
He calmly and soberly realized that his mother had taken poison, died, and could never wake up again.
Because of a paper king order.
The emperor's order said that the father and son had a rebellious heart, and the eldest princess must kill one person in order to show loyalty to her clan.
The mother had difficulty choosing, so she sacrificed herself.
He even knew that behind this paper king order, the Great Yue Kingdom was fueling the flames, and that this plan was presented by his brother Murong Xiu.
Zhang Zian is the prince of the princes of Weizhiguo, and his mother is also a princess of the Xiao clan, and at the same time received the royal secret order.
Unlike his mother's choice, the princess woman killed her husband firmly. Zhang Zian happened to pass by and witnessed this scene. She collapsed on the spot, madly fled the capital city, and disappeared.
In addition to the emperor's order, Murong's family has a second hand, to buy the eunuch, to confuse the king's heart, and let the princes' sons enter the capital to serve the emperor, in order to frighten the princes and kings.
This move completely consumed the old friendship between the emperor and the princes.
The more the Xiao Clan wanted to put power in his hands, the faster he died.
And this plan, unfortunately, was also proposed by his righteous brother Murong Xiu.
King Yan Guang lost the princess's wife, and missed her deep friendship, and he couldn't let his only son enter Beijing to take risks. He tried every means to make Li Daitao's stiff plan, and for days to find a boy who was similar in shape and appearance.
However, Yan Juechen refused.
The proton career seemed miserable to others, but he didn't think so much. Only by going deep into the tiger's den can he know how deep the veins of power are, and finally drag these rotten roots out with the mud to achieve a one-shot kill.
Two years later, he broke a jar of fine wine outside the old palace.
"boom--"
The sky burst into flames.
The colored glaze shattered and the brocade turned to gray.
He thought, his mother is no longer alone on Huangquan Road, there are so many people with her.
From entering Beijing at the age of sixteen to leaving Beijing at the age of eighteen, it took only two years for Yan Juechen to single-handedly end the Xiao family dynasty. People call him a young hero.
Soon, Wanmin thought that the young man would become a young emperor.
But what surprised them was that Yan Juechen did not rule over the world. Instead, he supported Murong's family and put his former righteous brother Murong Xiu on top.
But Murong's family did not feel the slightest joy.
Their capital, called Yunjing, is the cloud of Guangyun and the cloud of Yunyi.
Their national title is celebration, and the big characters are still under the Guangzi, which means that they will never be able to surpass Guangyun.
Yan Juechen wanted the Great Yue Kingdom to remember that it was because of their blessings that the Great Yue Kingdom was able to survive.
The Murong family will live forever under the shadow of Yan Juechen!
There is one less Emperor Yan in the world, but one more Duke Yan.
He is a legend of the founding of the country, outstanding, and powerful.
On the day of the new emperor's enthronement, all countries worshipped, and there was only one country, called the red soup, which killed the messenger, put the head in the box, and sent it to the worship.
The new emperor's face was blue, and he decided to swallow his voice.
However, Mr. Yan Guo lightly said, "What does the Ministry of Rites do? Isn't the most important sheep missing from the animal sacrificed to heaven?"
The country of Hongtang, where Wuzhu was popular, was razed to the ground by the Lord, and the world was terrified.
The festival and the Jiaotian amnesty will be re-held in one month.
Hunting with banners, mountains and rivers are all beautiful.
Yan State was publicly established before Baiguan, with purple robe and ribbon, with a majestic manner.
The civil and military men of the Manchu dynasty all kneel down, saying Long Live Long Live Long Live Long Live.
He alone is not kneeling.
If I were a minister, no one in the world would dare to claim a king.
Yan Guogong woke up from this childhood memory, only to find that he had a long and heavy dream.
There are heavy scarlet lights and shadows in the dreams.
Fengyan, Jin Ge, conspiracy, bloody, father and son, mother and son, compromise, sacrifice, brothers, monarchs, break, conquer... and a young absurd, magnificent dream.
Duke Yan Guog gently twisted a strand of wet hair from his wife, and said with a smile, "Qingqing, you know, because my husband dreamed of you in his dream, he also violent you."
The wife buried her face in the hibiscus quilt, her back was white with deep and shallow hickeys.
She murmured coquettishly, "What kind of person... I am still fierce in my dream, you are a bad antique."
"Huh? My husband is a bad antique, so what are you who are in love with bad antiques?"
The other party was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes, and slid into his arms, "Husband...well, what you say is what you say."
She went to sleep soundly.
Yan Guogong laughed, lowered his forehead, kissed her brow, and called out in a low and gentle voice.
Everything in the world, only you are--
"Qing Qing."
"My little long live."
Long live my little, your ambitiousness is so happy for me.
It’s just that, for the way of the king, it’s never a gift of flowers. Are you ready?
But Beidi is dangerous, so you should go deep into the hinterland to steal the secrets. Don't take it lightly. I will deal with you in the middle of the court, and at the right time, I will go northward to help you. As for our young emperor, he is in need of a new queen who has no maternal roots, for example, a nomad girl from the grassland?
I expected to be as clever as I wanted.
If things are not satisfactory, even if your husband dies, you will still have wings to protect you for the rest of your life.
If things are as you and I think, then--
I am in Fanjing, in the prosperous age, in your Wangtu, waiting for your return.
The courtesy of the minister, welcoming me for generations to come, love the heavy, long live the little.