"Anbeihou Fang is upright, has outstanding achievements, and is a model for all officials. Although I sit in all directions, I still feel grateful for Anbeihou's contribution. I specially give Anbeihou the area from Xinhe Prefecture, Huai'an County to Cangling Mountain, and add Grant the title of 'King Cang' to the Northern Marquis of An, supervising all government affairs of the five prefectures in the Northern Desert. It is hereditary and will not be replaced!"
"King Cang?!"
"Hereditary and disregard of substitution!"
"The area from Huai'an County to Cangling Mountain! Are you still supervising all government affairs of the five northern desert governments?"
Zhang Yangping and the villagers stared blankly at the Imperial Guards standing in front of them, completely stunned.
King with a different surname!
Since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, he was the first king with a different surname under the age of eighteen. Moreover, this king with a different surname grew up in a place like Beishan Village.
Fang Zhengzheng…
What on earth did he do in Yanjing City
If they were to say that Fang Zhengzheng was granted the title of a first-rank official, even to the rank of Anbei Hou, they would be able to understand it. However, it would be a bit exaggerated to say that he was granted the title of king with a different surname.
More than a month ago, Fang Zhengzheng appeared in Beishan Village. At that time, he was still a fugitive. However, more than a month later, Fang Zhengzheng returned to Beishan Village again.
But he has been crowned king
How could Zhang Yangping and the villagers figure it out
"Zheng'er has been made a king, Zheng'er has really been made a king... Houde, our Zheng'er, he has been made a king with a different surname. He is King Cang, King Cang..." Qin Xuelian's voice came from the crowd So excited that I almost cried.
Fang Houde, who was standing next to Qin Xuelian, let Qin Xuelian shake his arm, with crystal tears in his eyes.
Fang Zhengzheng felt the excitement of Qin Xuelian and Fang Houde behind him, and subconsciously wanted to say something, dad and mom, aren't they just a king with a different surname? What's there to be excited about
However, when the words reached his lips, he still swallowed them.
Because he was afraid of being struck by lightning.
"Congratulations to Prince Cang!" The imperial guard put away the imperial edict in his hands, and then handed it to Fang Zhengyi with both hands, his expression extremely respectful.
"Thank you, Your Majesty for your grace!" Fang Zhengzheng finally nodded this time, took the imperial edict from the Royal Forest Army, and then waved it in the wind, displaying it in front of everyone.
In Yanjing City, he once discussed a large house hundreds of miles away from the Holy Master Lin Mubai.
Of course, this big house actually means a fiefdom.
And now, the Holy Lord Lin Mubai has given him the entire area from Huai'an County to Cangling Mountain, which is actually equivalent to fulfilling his original promise.
After displaying the grace of the Holy One, Fang Zhengzheng subconsciously looked into the distance again, and soon another group of figures appeared in his sight.
Fang Zhengzheng was slightly startled.
Zhang Yangping and the villagers in Beishan Village were already stunned.
"besides?!"
"I've already been named Cang King, can I still be named Cang King again?"
"Nothing like this has ever happened in history, right? A king with a different surname, that is the highest grace except for the Holy One. If you go higher up, it is impossible to achieve Zen status, right?"
No one could figure out why after conferring the title of king with a different surname, there were still people coming, and moreover, it was a much stronger team of imperial guards than before.
Bright red silk was hung on the horses, and dozens of carriages lined up in two rows behind.
"It's the prince!"
"The person at the front is the prince!"
Soon, Zhang Yangping and the villagers also recognized that the young man at the front of the team was obviously wearing the court uniform of a prince of the Great Xia Dynasty.
"It seems that this time is really the last one." Fang Zhengzheng looked at the Ninth Prince Lin Yun who was getting closer and closer, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Ninth Prince Lin Yun came to congratulate him. This did not surprise Fang Zhengzheng, but the red silks hanging on the horses made him somewhat surprised.
However, not long after, the Ninth Prince Lin Yun also arrived in front of Fang Zhengzheng.
"I've met Prince Cang!" Ninth Prince Lin Yun didn't wait for Fang Zhengzheng to speak, he immediately jumped off the horse and took the lead in saluting Fang Zhengzheng.
"Your Highness, Prince Xian, you are so polite. Your Highness has been named 'Prince Xian' now. There is no need to greet me, right?" Fang Zhengzheng looked at Lin Yun, the former Ninth Prince in front of him, with a smile on his lips.
"So, he is the Ninth Prince guarding Golden Scale City?"
"Keep your voice down, I am now Prince Xian!"
"Yes Yes Yes… "
When the villagers heard Fang Zhengzheng's words, they looked at the young man in front of them with a little more respect. After all, the story that the wise king Lin Yun led his army to resist the Northern Barbarian army in Jinlin City had long been spread throughout the Northern Desert.
"The merits of King Cang are several times greater than that of Lin Yun. Without King Cang, there would be no Daxia today, let alone the wise king today. Moreover, my father also said in his decree that Lin Yun should be allowed to see Cang. If the king meets his father, then it is natural for Lin Yun to pay homage to Prince Cang!" Lin Yun did not straighten up because of Fang Zhengzheng's words and continued to salute.
"The king is the king, and the minister is the minister. No matter how great his merits are, even if he is named a king with a different surname, he is still a minister!" Fang Zhengzheng smiled again, and then picked up the dustpan on the ground again: "However, this is Beishan Village. This is my territory, if the wise king doesn’t mind, we can put aside the court etiquette!”
"Okay!" Xian Wang Lin Yun nodded quickly, and then looked at the surrounding villagers who were stunned in place: "But first, wait until I finish conveying the emperor's decree!"
"Is there still a will?!"
Zhang Yangping and the villagers looked at each other. They naturally knew Lin Yun's identity, but why was there still a will
When Fang Zhengzheng heard this, the corners of his mouth moved.
After the First World War in the Southern Territory, he was only granted the title of Third-Rank Minister of Etiquette. However, after the First World War in Yanjing City, he was directly granted the title of King with a Different Surname. This was already a great grace. The Holy Lord Lin Mubai could do this. , which is actually almost enough.
Further up
Fang Zhengzheng looked at Lin Yun again, as well as the imperial guards standing behind Lin Yun, and the colorful silks hanging on the horses.
For a moment, he seemed to understand.
I cheated my dad!
Fang Zhengzheng cursed in his heart. He really never thought that the Holy Lord Lin Mubai would do this to him. Was he going to grant him a marriage
Which minister or the daughter of a noble family was "fooled" by Lin Mubai
"Ahem, can I not accept this decree?" Fang Zheng looked at the imperial edict that Lin Yun had taken out of his arms, feeling helpless at the corner of his mouth.
"No answer? Why?" Lin Yun blinked, looking confused.
"I have been pretending to be stupid in Yanjing City for more than ten years. In my Beishan Village, there is no need to pretend anymore, right?" Fang Zhengzheng looked at Lin Yun without being polite.
"Ahem..." Lin Yun coughed twice, looked at the confused faces of the villagers around him, and finally laughed: "Father does have a secret decree. If you really don't want to accept this decree, he will I’m not forcing it, but don’t you really think about it?”
"Why should you consider it?" Fang Zhengzheng curled his lips.
"The Thirteenth Princess!" Lin Yun leaned close to Fang Zhengzheng's ear and said softly: "You should have heard of this Thirteenth Princess, right? She is my father's favorite princess besides Pingyang! And! , The most important thing is that the Thirteenth Princess is very beautiful, and she is only one year older than you!"
"No way? Your Majesty actually gave me the thirteenth princess in marriage?" Fang Zhengzheng thought that the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai would give him the thirteenth princess in marriage. However, he really never thought that the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai would give the thirteenth princess in marriage. give him.
After all, he had heard of the thirteenth princess's name in Yanjing City.
The Thirteenth Princess was a princess born one year earlier in Pingyang, and was also the youngest princess at the time. She was favored by the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai as soon as she was born.
However, after Pingyang was born, all the favor was naturally transferred to Pingyang.
But even so, the Thirteenth Princess still has a great reputation in the palace, and the most important thing is that the Thirteenth Princess is different from Ping Yang.
Pingyang is charming and willful.
However, the Thirteenth Princess is elegant and refined.
Not only is he proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but he is also proficient in singing and dancing. It can be regarded as the dream of all the princes in the entire Daxia Dynasty who want to be the prince-in-law.
After all, there are not many people who want to marry Pingyang.
"Well, the Thirteenth Princess has now settled in Huai'an County. As long as you accept this decree, you can choose a date to get married. Is that okay?" Seeing Fang Zhengzheng's hesitation, the Ninth Prince agreed and persuaded her again.
"Let me think about it!" Fang Zhengzheng's body stiffened slightly.
He has always had a dream, which is to live with a gentle and virtuous woman. This woman must have an elegant temperament and be gentle enough.
It is clear…
This thirteenth princess is such a candidate.
Moreover, now that everyone has been sent to Huai'an County, as long as he nods his head, he might be able to have a wedding night tonight. After all, should he nod his head
Fang Zhengzheng hesitated.
"Do you still need to consider this?" Lin Yun was a little in disbelief, and then he leaned into Fang Zhengyi's ear again: "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the Fang family, right?"
"For the Fang family?"
"Yes, think about it, if you marry the Thirteenth Princess, then with your father's love for the Thirteenth Princess, your parents, as well as the Fang family, will definitely be able to keep their glory and wealth in the future!"
"So that's it!" Fang Zhengzheng nodded.
He seemed to understand the intention of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai. He married the noble thirteenth princess so that the next generation of Fang Zhengzheng could better inherit the title of king.
I have to say that Lin Mubai was thinking long term.
only…
This feeling always feels like something is not right.
It was obvious that Lin Mubai meant that he would not survive more than half a year, so he should have sex with the Thirteenth Princess quickly and take advantage of this half year to give birth to an offspring.
Right
"Prince Cang, do you understand what your father means?" Lin Yun's eyes lit up when he saw Fang Zhengzheng nodding, and then he took a step back.
"I understand." Fang Zhengzheng nodded again.
"Okay, Prince Cang accepts the decree!" Lin Yun no longer hesitated at this time and directly unfolded the imperial edict, opened his mouth and prepared to read it.
However, before he really spoke, a figure had already appeared in front of him, with a long black veil of green smoke fluttering gently in the mountain breeze.
Lin Yun's eyes froze, looking at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him, at the bright red cinnabar on the woman's forehead, and then at Fang Zhengzheng, who was dejected behind the woman.
this moment…
He seemed to understand somewhat. Let me think about what Fang Zhengzheng said just now.
"Your Highness, King Xian, what decree do you want Fang Zheng to direct?" The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and she subconsciously looked at the imperial decree in Lin Yun's hand.
"Well, actually... Haha, there is no edict!" Lin Yun's eyes turned, but his movements in his hands were not delayed at all, and he quickly put away the edict.
"Could it be that the Holy One wants to grant marriage?"
"No, absolutely not!"
"Then... why are these horses covered with red silk?"
"Celebration!" Lin Yun felt sweat on his forehead, and then he looked around: "This is also to congratulate Prince Cang, I'm afraid Beishan Village doesn't have enough red silk!"
"So that's it, Your Highness the King Xian has worked so hard!" The woman nodded when she heard this, then turned and walked towards the crowd: "His Royal Highness the King Xian will have dinner in Beishan Village tonight."
"Okay, excuse me!" Lin Yun nodded immediately.
Fang Zhengzheng looked at the figure walking in the distance and sighed helplessly. Of course he understood what Lin Mubai meant, but could Wu Yu'er understand
In fact, Fang Zhengzheng didn't think too much about other issues from beginning to end. He only thought about one thing. It seems that Wu Yu'er hasn't left yet, right
…
Tonight in Beishan Village is destined to be a sleepless night.
Hundreds of imperial guards sat in the square, celebrating at the same table as the villagers of Beishan Village. The fire was shining, the stars were bright, and the laughter was endless.
And in the middle of the field.
Fang Zhengzheng's family of three, Wu Yu'er, Xian Wang Lin Yun, and the village chief were sitting at the table. Compared with other tables, this table was obviously a little empty.
Six people, all with smiles on their faces.
No one talked about other things until the night was getting late. Fang Houde returned to the Fang family's courtyard with the support of Qin Xuelian. The village chief also went back to rest with the help of several villagers.
So far…
The sounds in the lively square became much quieter.
However, there were still soldiers and villagers fighting, eating meat, and drinking wine.
The wise king Lin Yun frowned slightly at this time. He knew that Yan Xiu and Shan Yu were no longer in Beishan Village, but he did not guess that Wu Yu'er would be there.
Looking at Wu Yu'er again, Lin Yun hesitated to speak.
"Your Highness, you have something to talk to Fang Zhengzheng, right? If you really have something, please tell me, I am not an outsider!" Wu Yu'er looked at Lin Yun's expression and said generously.
Not an outsider, these words...
So you can say it from your own mouth
Lin Yun looked at Wu Yu'er's sincere face, and then at Fang Zhengzheng, who was silent next to him. For a moment, he seemed to understand a truth.
Shamelessness is actually contagious!
"Prince Cang... are you really planning to stay in Beishan Village forever?" Lin Yun, after a moment of silence, finally reached out and drank the wine glass in front of him, and asked.