His temperament has not changed, his temper remains the same, but his identity has changed. In the past, he only guarded the western border and fought with the Tubo people, and ignored the government affairs. Now he has become the minister of auxiliary affairs, and he is also the most important one among the six auxiliary affairs.
Before the little emperor grew up, most of the country was on his shoulders.
If you want to find a way to strengthen the country, find a way to enrich the people, find a way to run the country beautifully, and then hand it over to the little emperor... By that time, you will be really old, and you will have no strength to gallop on the battlefield, no longer have the strength to gallop.
Bowing, I can only sit on the soft couch and wait for death.
Thinking of this, King Zhenxi suddenly laughed. This is what happens in this life. There is really nothing to hope for. Someone dug a hole in the ground and said: This is your grave... Who can escape? In the end,
You don't have to lie down honestly. The old man has already thought about it. He is not afraid of death. The only thing he worries about is whether he can hold up his chest and say to his elder brother: I tried my best when we meet again in the underworld.
Are the brothers in the imperial family all enemies? Maybe most of them are like that, but the late emperor and King Zhenxi are exceptions. They are true brothers. Back then, the elder brother took care of the younger brother, but now the younger brother helps him keep the family business. It's just that simple.
Ren Churong stayed in Phoenix City for a while, but of course it was not for fun. After Song Yang left, she packed up her mood and sent a letter back to Yanziping.
The last fire in Jingcheng was caused by the joint efforts of Fu Dang, Gu Dang and Xie Mén's lackeys. This time, the power of Li Mingji and his gang alone was not enough. Ren Churong sent a letter back, first notifying Gu Zhaojun and Xie Mén's lackeys.
Asking them to help, she also sent a message to Xiaoqiao, asking her to do something well.
After passing the letter, Princess Chenghe went to visit Master Wuyu again. She did not need to worry about the reincarnation of the Venerable, but she had to worry about building a wonderful and auspicious place in the feudal town. Moreover, the second prince had just taken over the red bo.
There were a lot of unfamiliar places in the mansion when dealing with things. Cheng He calmed down and helped his second brother take care of everything. After being delayed for more than half a month, he set off to return to the feudal city.
Grand Masters Luo Guan and Feng Long both traveled with the princess. Luo Guan was seriously injured at first, but he had a good foundation and was treated seriously by the Song Dynasty doctor who was ranked among the top in the country. Now his injuries are no longer serious.
Emperor Honglong, who is recovering quickly, is a bit surprising. He had already planned to go to Yanziping to live in seclusion, but everyone thought that he would see his son's enthronement ceremony before leaving.
When he proposed to leave the capital with the princess, the King of Zhenxi once raised a question, to which Fenglong smiled and shook his head: "I...I am just an ordinary person. Since I am sure I don't want it anymore, why bother to disconnect?" The little emperor ascended the throne, and the main hall
, the government has nothing to do with me, so I don’t care."
King Zhenxi nodded clearly, patted Fenglong on the shoulder, and said nothing more.
When Cheng He and his party set out, Song Yang had already crossed the border.
Nanli and Dayan expelled each other's subjects and conducted strict inspections on the road. Song Yang didn't have to worry about this. The Hongbo Mansion had already prepared a full set of "identity" for him. However, constant road inspections delayed a lot of time.
Song Yang is now a Yan native who has just been expelled back from Nanli. The Huo Taoist disguised as a little baby is his mute nephew. However, this time, at Song Yang's request, the Huo Taoist was disguised as an ugly man.
Incomparable little baby.
The dwarf old man disguises himself as a beautiful child. For those who know his true identity, it is really torture to look at him. Playing ugly makes Song Yang feel comfortable.
After walking for a few days after entering the country, he met up with Xie Menn's lackey who had received the news in advance and came to meet him. Song Yang didn't need to worry about the rest of the journey. He traveled day and night at a good speed. From the day Song Yang left Phoenix City, three days
More than ten days later, we finally arrived at Jingcheng, Yandu. It was dark when we entered the city. Just before the group entered the city, there was a sudden rumble of drums all around. Huo Dao was startled. His first reaction was, 'There is an ambush.' He didn't even think about turning around.
Then he ran out of the city.
Song Yang's hands were weak and he reached out to grab his collar and pulled the old Tao back. He said with a smile: "Mu Gu, why are you running?"
Every day at chen and xu o'clock, there will be morning bells and evening drums in Dayan City Pool to inform the whole city that morning and evening are coming. The same is true for Nanli, but the notification method is completely opposite. Nanli has chengu and evening bells.
Fortunately, Taoist Huo is a "little baby". The gatekeeper Yan Bing did not become suspicious, but just laughed, feeling that this baby was too timid...
The roar of dusk drums could be clearly heard throughout Jingcheng, and the Great Thunder Sound Tower was no exception. When the last drum beat fell, Yan Ding put down the golden needle, raised his hand with one hand and took off the mask on his face. The rotten skin oozed out
There was a little bit of sweat, and because it was contaminated with pus and blood, the sweat turned into a turbid orange-red color.
A face that is always in decay and healing, regardless of happiness, anger, sorrow, or joy, it only has an expression of 'evil'. However, the eyes on this evil face clearly show a sense of relief at this moment.
The Imperial Master took the silk scarf from huā Xiaofei, wiped the sweat from his forehead with it, and then nodded to huā Xiaofei.
Hua Xiaofei's eyes were also a little cloudy. For three days and three nights, he didn't dare to feel tired at all. All his energy was used on the golden needle in his hand. Even Hua Xiaofei felt a little tired, but finally he was done. He looked at the couch lying on the bed.
The lion-like old man also smiled when he saw Jingtai who was sleeping deeply.
There were four people in the secret room, in addition to the Imperial Master, Emperor Yan, Huā Xiaofei, and the confidant eunuch, Xiao Chong.
Xiao Chongzi hurriedly packed up the acupuncture and wiped the emperor's body, while Hua Xiaofei handed a cup of tea to Yan Ding's hand and said with a smile: "Everything went well, you should breathe a sigh of relief. This time the acupuncture is better than the previous two
It will be better each time, especially in the hand Shaoyang triple burner meridian and foot Yangming stomach meridian, you can obviously feel strong, which is a good sign."
The Imperial Master's eyes were filled with joy: "You think so too? I noticed it, but I thought it was because I was concerned and made a mistake in checking... It's very good."
The medical skills of the Chinese and Han Dynasties divided the human body's meridians into twelve main meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, and twelve different meridians, twelve tendons, etc. There are countless types. However, Jingtai only showed some vitality in two of the meridians.
It's a trivial thing, but it's enough to make the Imperial Master happy.
huā Xiaofei said a few words of comfort, and the Imperial Master's laughter was dull but happy, as if he was drinking a toast. He raised his head and poured the cup of tea into his mouth, chewed the tea leaves and laughed a few more times, then changed the topic:
"Any news from Straw?"
Hua Xiaofei shook his head: "This is his first serious errand. Before leaving, I made it clear that there will be no summons, no support, and no reinforcements. He will be in charge from the beginning to the end. I don't care whether he is dead or alive."
No"
More than a month has passed since the prayer ceremony. What happened in Nanli has already been reported to Da Leiyintai. Straw also set out a month ago. Calculating the date, if everything goes well, he should have entered Phoenix City by now.
Yan Ding didn't rush to put on his mask. His frown was clearly visible, and his brows were glued together due to rot: "At least he is the junior you like, so he doesn't need to be so strict."
"Young man, there is no harm in being stricter, but his job is too easy, and there is no mention of tempering. I have added some weight to him... I brought a few heads back to you from Phoenix City. It doesn't matter who they are, as long as
It’s good if it’s substantial.”
"Bring me the head?" Yan Ding was slightly puzzled.
"It's just for you." Huā Xiaofei said with a smile: "The gift you planned to give to Jingtai is gone. It's replaced by a few heads. Although it is a little frivolous, it is better than nothing... The March 9th Festival is not a small matter, you can't afford it.
Let’s get started.”
Yan Ding shook his head: "I accept the idea, but I don't want the head. Of course, I can't let the child work in vain. Bringing the head back can be regarded as his own gift, and let Jingtai reward it. As for my three-nine gift, no need
You're so selfish, I have other plans."
Huā Xiaofei did not give in or be polite, nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously: "What is the new gift?"
"It's also a human being, but it's not a human head, it's a living person. Do you know Song Yang, right?"
The people of Yan didn't know Song Yang's identity as a demon star, and they didn't know that Song Yang was the mastermind behind the instigation and burning of Yan Palace on the night of September 8th. But everyone knew that he had 'bought' the great master Luo Guan, won the first prize, and even took him away.
The future imperial concubine Su Hang.
Huā Xiaofei nodded: "Song Yang, the great scholar of Nanli. Long live I hate him so much."
"This man became very popular after returning to China. He was awarded the title of 'Marquis Changchun'. For some reason, he became the Uighur prince and married Princess Xuanji." At this point, the Imperial Master suddenly gave up ventriloquism and used his throat to speak.
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Furthermore...he chose Yanziping as the seat of his fiefdom."
Mentioning Yanziping, Hua Xiaofei's face changed.
Two years ago, it was huā Xiaofei who rescued Yanding from Nanli. He fully understood the details about the Imperial Master being seriously injured in Yanziping. How could he not be surprised when he heard the name of this place again. Soon, huā Xiaofei
His eyes became fierce: "Song Yang is..."
Yan Ding knew what he wanted to say, and before he could finish speaking, he said, "There's no need to rush to confirm anything. You'll find out when you're captured."
huā Xiaofei frowned. He and the Imperial Master were as close as brothers, and there was no need to hide his dissatisfaction: "Why do we do such an important thing now?"
The Imperial Master smiled bitterly: "Do you really think I am a god? I can know all the world without leaving home? In the past two years, except for the emperor's body, all my thoughts have been on the west. How can I have time to pay attention to the south?
Li... I only found out that Song Yang went to Yanziping in spring."
Since returning to China, the National Preceptor's energy has always been focused on another major event. When the first-level competition was just over, he occasionally paid attention to Nanli, but Song Yang and his party wandered away for a year before returning to the world. At that time, the National Preceptor
I don't pay much attention to them anymore.
The Imperial Preceptor has Prince Jing as his spy in Phoenix City, and Prince Jing will work diligently to report news about major events in Nanli. However, when sending letters, one cannot always lay out everything in detail, and the spy will also screen the news before reporting it.
Song Yang was granted the title of Marquis Changchun, became the king of the Uighurs, and married Princess Xuanji. These were all major events that King Jing did not dare to miss, but the place Marquis Changchun chose as a fiefdom was not worth mentioning.
Therefore, Marquis Chang Chun's fiefdom was in Yanziping. Although it was not a secret, it was already several months before the Imperial Preceptor learned the news.
Huā Xiaofei frowned even more tightly: "I got the news in spring. It's almost early winter now, so I let him live for an extra half a year in vain?"
The Imperial Master responded: "I have weighed it up and compared the two, things in the west are much more important. Therefore, I will put Song Yang aside for now. He can't fly to the sky."
"Song Yang is not important? If he is really the descendant of Youli, then he must have been the one who robbed the poisonous corpse. It is related to the flood epidemic, how can it not be important?" Xiao Fei became more and more anxious as he spoke.
On the contrary, Yan Ding slowed down his tone and made gestures at the same time, indicating that the other party did not need to worry: "You should know that I reconstructed the prescription for the flood epidemic from the few words left by my ancestor. I won't mention the effectiveness, just talk about it."
The method of "preservation" is much inferior to that of the master. The corpse has not been nourished by the secret medicine for such a long time, and I am afraid it has expired and will not be usable again. Understand? Now between me and Song Yang,
I only have personal hatred and nothing else involved. Since it is personal hatred, there is no harm in letting it go."
After finishing speaking, the Imperial Master paused for a moment. Seeing that Hua Xiaofei still looked unyielding, he patiently explained a few words. It wasn't that Yan Ding didn't want revenge, he had his own weighings and concerns.
Now is not the time to attack Nanli. To capture Song Yang, we can only send experts to enter the country quietly. However, during the last trip to Nanli and September 8th, Yan Ding's top-notch masters were almost all killed or injured. On the other hand, Song Yang's own cultivation level
It's not bad. It's so easy to deal with him in his own territory. What's even more worrying is that Song Yang also has two 'magic weapons' beside him: the carriage and the great master Luo Guan. The national master himself almost died in that broken carriage.
After the first-level competition, Luo Guan and Song Yang left together. Although Yan Ding was not sure that the two were still together, they had to be on guard.
To capture Song Yang from Yanziping and capture Dayan without anyone noticing, ordinary masters had almost no chance of success in the past, and it was all in vain.
Huā Xiaofei continued to shake his head: "You can go with me. Luo Guan is not in my eyes. I already know about that carriage, so naturally I won't be fooled again..."
Yan Ding waved his hand to interrupt: "What you are doing is much more important than Song Yang or Xi Mian. You have no choice but to come to help me with the acupuncture. Apart from that, nothing else can disturb you, let alone
You can't take risks... You've been studying that door for thirty years, and you finally have some clues. How can you allow other interference? This matter is non-negotiable. "
Little Chongzi listened from the side, with a look of surprise on his face. He saw a door that had not been opened for thirty years... What made him even more confused was what treasure was hidden behind the door.
A top player like Xiaofei 'freezes' and concentrates on opening the door.
"The world." The national master's voice was filled with laughter, and he suddenly said: "Behind that door is the world." The little insect was startled, and it was only after he was stunned for a moment that he realized that the master was answering the question in his heart, and he blinked.
Don't know what to say.
Huā Xiaofei was not interested in their master and apprentice's teasing, and asked again and again: "Why have you figured it out to arrest Song Yang now? Who is sent, and is it reliable?"
The Imperial Master had no intention of hiding anything. He relaxed his body, leaned his back on the chair, and replied slowly: "I never thought about touching Song Yang now, but...'March 9' is around the corner, and the previous gift is gone.
I have to give him a replacement."
Huā Xiaofei didn't know whether to laugh or sigh at this explanation.
The Imperial Master ignored his strange expression and continued: "Jingtai hates Song Yang deeply, and he is my enemy. Capture him and slowly process him..." As he said, he laughed: "You know Jingtai's temper.
, sometimes the priorities are not so clear. This is of course inappropriate, but it is not entirely without benefits, such as this time."
The words are vague, but anyone who understands Jingtai's temperament can understand what the Imperial Master means.
Of course I am happy to get Nanli Jingtai on the occasion of March 9th, but if the gift is replaced by an enemy who can be tortured by him, the weight will suddenly be tens of millions of times lighter in the eyes of others, but for Jingtai, he will not be disappointed.
"Moreover, the gift I want to give is not just for Song Yang. I heard that Ren Xiaofu, the marriage princess of the Uighur and Nanli countries and Song Yang's wife-to-be, is stationed in Yanziping. Song Yang won Jingtai's love.
If I snatch Song Yang’s daughter as a gift, do you think Jingtai will laugh out loud?” The smile in the imperial master’s tone became even stronger: “What’s even more interesting is that this Princess Xuanji is the King of Zhenxi.
The apple of his eye. After Ren Tang was defeated, the King of Zhenxi took the lead alone. The person I hate the most chose the day when the young emperor of his family ascended the throne to be in the Jingtai Sanjiu Dian. Does he want to play a opposite role? Why not go to Dayan?
If you argue with him, my long live family will be intimate with their princess on the night of the ceremony."
"As for the people who were sent to Yanziping, they are not my disciples. Xiaofei, do you know Yunding Living Buddha?"
Huā Xiaofei shook his head blankly, but he didn't care about his identity, he only focused on the key points: "Are you very strong?"
The Imperial Master's tone was serious: "He is very strong. He was no less than you when he was in his prime. But now...you may not be able to deal with him."
Huā Xiaofei was about to ask again when Jingtai, who was sitting on the soft couch, suddenly sneezed loudly and woke up from his sleep. He had just been given acupuncture to strengthen his body. When he woke up, Jingtai felt that his blood and blood were smooth and he was refreshed.
It feels so refreshing, without the usual unbearable coldness, just like when I was a teenager, I felt so full of energy after waking up deeply that I wanted to jump out of bed and run for a run.
Full of joy, Jingtai turned over and sat up, first smiled at the Imperial Master, then turned to look at Huā Xiaofei: "Thank you, Uncle Fei."
He didn't need to say anything to the Imperial Master, but he must be polite to Hua Xiaofei and not care about his status. This was Yan Ding's teaching, and Jingtai kept it in mind.
The little insect immediately brought the fur and wanted to put it on the emperor. Jingtai stretched out his hand and pushed it away: "It's very hot, no need."
The Imperial Master and Hua Xiaofei shook their heads at the same time. The former ordered: "Put on your clothes and don't catch the cold." The latter smiled and said: "You'd better put them on. It's the cool season of autumn, and the wind is terrible. It's sore and painful.
.”
When Jingtai listened to the advice and put on his furs, Song Yang was led by Ye Feifei and walked into the big house where Li Mingji was. There were actually a lot of people in the room. Li Mingji sat in the middle, dressed in red from head to toe; Mrs. Bo sat
On the side, Qi Shang and Ba Xia stood behind him; Nanrong Youquan and Guigu Xiazi were also there. They received the letter from Ren Churong and set off directly from the feudal city to come to Dayan to help.
The distance from Fengyi to Jingcheng is similar to that from Phoenix City to here. However, Nan Rong and others have paid the party to take care of the journey since they set off, and there were almost no interrogations. Therefore, they set off later but arrived earlier. This is okay.
Strangely, what really surprised Song Yang was that his precious daughter-in-law, Ren Xiaoqian, was also in the room, looking at him with joy, her pretty face full of joy and pride...
Song Yang was surprised and laughed: "Why are you here?"
"I'll help you set the fire!" Ren Xiaoqiao answered matter-of-factly. As soon as he finished speaking, his nose suddenly felt itchy and he sneezed three times in succession, each one louder than the last.
If you scold and complain three times, who will criticize me?"
Yan Ding was talking about her just now.
The Imperial Preceptor planned to go to Yanziping to capture Marquis Chang Chun and Princess Xuanji; Song Yang and the young arrester went to Jingcheng to plan on setting fire to the Yan Palace. Neither of the two groups knew the other's plan, but they all had the same purpose.
Very well, they all want to give gifts to their emperor and celebrate the ceremony.ro!.