Yu Jia came slowly and stopped on the official road smoothly. Due to the turmoil of the war, the official roads were not paved with loess or sprinkled with clear water today, but His Majesty's feet still walked down the Ming steps firmly and steadily without any hesitation, and stepped on the ground around the capital.
The emperor moved his hand away from Eunuch Yao's elbow, and his calm gaze slowly swept across the surrounding fields. Thousands of courtiers and soldiers were kneeling on the ground, worshiping him. His expression was indifferent, but there was not much expression in his eyes.
Amid the resounding shouts of "Long Live the Mountain", the emperor's gaze drew closer from the distant city of Kyoto, and fell close, passing over the two great scholars of Hu and Shu, the eldest prince in military uniform, and the tense and slightly happy man. The restless little son finally calmly settled on Fan Xian's handsome and formidable face, and noticed that there was a very heavy trace of exhaustion on this boy's face.
The corners of the emperor's lips were slightly raised, with a tinge of joy, as if he was liking this beautiful face more and more deep in his heart, but his brows immediately frowned, because he found that Fan Xian had suffered serious internal injuries.
With the bright yellow dragon robe stretched out, the emperor stretched out his arms, calmly and domineeringly facing the wilderness ahead. The voice of Shan shouting long live gradually stopped.
If no one dared to look at the emperor, how did these thousands of people know what the emperor was doing
From the moment he got out of the car, the emperor's eyes basically fell on Fan Xian. Fan Xian felt uncomfortable and lowered his head. He didn't know how to react. He only listened to the sound of the mountain shouting long live, and his majesty's feet gradually moved toward him. This pedestrian is coming.
Just as he was approaching Fan Xian, the emperor suddenly turned around, without looking at Fan Xian again, and solemnly helped Shu Wu and Hu Dashi up. He held old man Shu's shoulders with both hands, exerted a little force, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "The old scholar has suffered."
Shu Wu was taken aback, showing fear on his face. Hu Dashi didn't even dare to say it. The emperor smiled and didn't say anything. Immediately afterwards, he helped up the eldest prince who had taken the lead in the battle of Kyoto and made great contributions.
For the elder son whom he never liked very much, the emperor's mood was a bit complicated, but his expression was calm.
Then, the emperor pulled Li Chengping up again, and gently stroked the top of the youngest son's head with his right hand for a while, looking at Siye's loyal subjects without saying a word.
Then he turned around and walked towards Yu Jia.
Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking this is the end? It's not about whether the ceremony for the emperor's return to Beijing is over, but... the minister who has made the most contributions to protect the country, Duke Danbo, Fan Xian, is still kneeling on the ground upright, why doesn't His Majesty show any sign
Shu Wu and Hu Dashi looked at each other, each seeing the bewilderment in the other's eyes. Fan Xian was also a little confused, wondering if he should stand up.
"Get up, could it be that you can't stand up if I don't help you?"
Before boarding the imperial carriage, the emperor calmly threw a word into the crowd. Although this sentence did not refer to anything, everyone knew that this sentence was addressed to Fan Xian, and it seemed indifferent, but in fact there was a hint of intimacy inside. As for the other meaning hidden in these words, only Fan Xian can understand it. His Majesty has recognized his ability and loyalty, and without his support, he can stand in the court as his own. position.
Fan Xian smiled wryly, stood up, and looked down at the dirt on his knees. According to the theory, His Majesty hadn't boarded the car yet, and as a courtier, he couldn't clean up his appearance, but the impulse came from somewhere, and he brushed his right hand on his knee to remove some dust.
This little action did not attract too many people's attention, but it made the emperor who was approaching the imperial driver pause for a moment, and then everyone heard what His Majesty said.
"Ann, get in the car."
The ministers were dumbfounded again, looking at each other in shock. Earlier, His Majesty did not personally help Fan Xian to stand up, which made everyone guess, but then His Majesty gave Xiao Fan such an honor. What an honor it is to enter the capital with His Majesty, even the crown prince never enjoyed it.
The smart ministers turned their eyes on Fan Xian with enthusiasm, but these ministers seemed too smart, or they were too smart, and some of them could not help but cast their eyes on the third prince, because as we all know, the prince and the second prince were absolutely dead because of the rebellion. It didn't end well. At first, everyone thought that the future master of Qing Kingdom would be this young prince, but judging by His Majesty's attitude today...
The reason why these ministers are said to be smart is because they showed inappropriate attitudes in inappropriate places. As for Hu Shu, the two great scholars, they looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts, as if they didn't hear what His Majesty said at all. This is the gap between the best ministers and ministers.
Fan Xian's mouth was bitter, but he could not go against the imperial decree. He walked to the side of the tall royal driver, walked up to lift the yellow curtain, and stood in front of His Majesty. Although Yu Jia was tall, he still couldn't make a person stand up straight, so he was forced to bow his head in front of the emperor, just like everyone else in the world.
"Sit." The emperor seemed to see what he was thinking, and said with a slight nod.
Fan Xian sat opposite the emperor according to his words, looking at the emperor who had not seen him for a month, his mood gradually became complicated. Although this emperor in the past had a bright and powerful side, he was far less terrifying than the emperor today—the emperor was still calm, but like a bottomless abyss, there was power in it. This feeling made Fan Xian palpitate a little. Looking at those two sword-shaped eyebrows and those calm eyes, he couldn't help thinking of retreating.
The king's kingly domineering is not shown in his appearance and posture, but in the history books from the means and results. To be able to come back alive from Mount Dadong, to be able to arrange such an overall situation, and to be such a formidable person really deserves to be the number one person on the mainland in thirty years. Fan Xian understood this fact, and had no choice but to accept it.
The middle-aged man in the dragon robe looked down at the various urgent memorials presented by the two great scholars, ignoring Fan Xian's wait-and-see attitude towards him, even though it was extremely impolite and taboo for such courtiers to wait and see the emperor.
Yu Jia moved slowly, and the skylight outside the window slanted in, shining on the memorial in the emperor's hand. He lowered his head, looked at these things with a frown, and suddenly said: "Three years. It will take three more years for my Daqing."
When saying this, the emperor did not raise his head, as if he was talking to himself. Fan Xian understood what His Majesty meant. After experiencing internal rebellion, not to mention the serious damage to the capital and the chaos of the government, just the internal attack of the military has already caused extremely serious consequences, and the morale of the military is already unstable at this time. In addition, the officials along Dongshan Road involve many people. Although His Majesty has chosen a good official from the south of the Yangtze River to replace them, the impact on people's livelihood will definitely be great.
It will take at least a year to gather the morale of the army, and it will take at least a year to eliminate the psychological impact of this chaos. To truly prepare for a large-scale war in terms of financial resources, materials and people's hearts, it will take at least three years for the Qing Dynasty.
Presumably in His Majesty's heart, this Northern Expedition to unify the world must be the last Northern Expedition. The pace of history, which was stopped for more than 20 years by those two master teachers and students, will slowly speed up.
The skylight outside the car window came in through the glass lattice, brushed back non-stop, and sprinkled countless glass bright flowers on the faces of the father and son. The emperor still lowered his head and said: "It's over, Fuyi, hiding your body and name... This is the sentence you wrote back then. But don't expect that I will let you go. After the matter, Fuyi, now the big thing is over. Why do you, a young man, want to leave in such a hurry?"
The emperor looked at the memorial, and it seemed that these words were said unintentionally, but Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, not knowing what to say. After brushing his clothes, he didn't expect that his subconscious action of whisking dust in front of Yujia would make His Majesty guess his thoughts, and resolutely and ruthlessly dispel his fantasies or psychological temptations.
He gave a wry smile, not daring to hide it, and said directly: "I'm really not good at fighting things like this. I'd better earn some money for the court in a peaceful manner."
Fan Xian had other plans in mind, so he was the first to speak clearly. Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly raised his head, looked at him and said: "Don't think about resigning from office. If you are still afraid of people's words, I will do things like cutting power."
Fan Xian groaned inwardly. The emperor's words drove him to a dead end. If he was really forced to stay in the capital of the Qing Kingdom to plan, he certainly didn't want to be deprived of power. The Overwatch Council is the most powerful weapon in his hands. If His Majesty really tore it apart After making a mouthful, what can I use to negotiate terms with this unfathomable emperor
Until now, he still didn't know the truth about Dadongshan, and he didn't dare to ask in the carriage. It was the emperor who opened his mouth first and asked about the specific situation in Kyoto these days. Although the direction of Kyoto has been sending memorials to the imperial driver's place in the past three days, the royal family's secrets are involved, and many things can only be said by Fan Xian himself. Report to the emperor.
Fan Xian's voice sounded in the carriage. From the moment he left Dadongshan, to the time when he entered the capital disguised as an oil merchant, and then made a plan with the eldest prince to raid the palace, and finally to the Ye family's attack, what he said Methodical, very clear, and deliberately downplayed certain details that the emperor presumably did not want to hear.
When Fan Xian reported, the emperor had already lowered his head again, so he dared to pay careful attention to His Majesty's expression and reaction. To his surprise, neither the news of the eldest princess' death nor the news of the second child's suicide did not make His Majesty's stone-like face tremble in the slightest, but the emperor raised his head when reporting the Queen Mother's condition.
"How many days does the Queen Mother have?"
"I've seen it at the imperial hospital... the old man is weak and frightened after experiencing such a big event, I'm afraid..." Fan Xian hesitated to speak, but he had a malicious thought about the indifferent emperor in his heart. Frightened to death by you, what should you, a filial emperor, do
"Tai Hospital?" The emperor frowned, looked at him coldly, and said, "What's the use of those wastes, you are in the palace, don't you know the details?"
Fan Xian said sadly: "It is indeed beyond human power."
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Watched and guarded by countless people, the emperor's royal car entered the capital, and entered the imperial palace along the wide and straight Tianhe Avenue. The people along the road who had just suffered a military disaster forcibly suppressed their sadness or timidity, and happily welcomed the return of His Majesty the Emperor, as if they had returned to the backbone of their lives. It can be seen from this that His Majesty's prestige and prestige among the people of the Qing Kingdom is still as unbreakable as the monarchy itself.
Arriving at the main gate of the palace, Fan Xian leaned back from the car, exchanged glances with the First Prince, and shook his head, expressing that His Majesty was in a good mood and had not been affected by the successive death news.
Fan Xian followed the car into the palace. Looking at the bright yellow curtains, he couldn't help but think of the emperor's expression before, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart—although the eldest princess and the second prince were both masterminds of the rebellion, they were His Majesty's own sisters and biological children after all. Son, and now it seems that this conspiracy of treason is obviously a trap deliberately set up by His Majesty for the other party, but after learning of the death of his sister's son, the Emperor is still so calm. This ambition, this... cold-bloodedness really made him shudder.
The eldest prince walked to his side, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you come down?"
"Do you still dare to sit all the way into the palace?" Fan Xian glanced at him, and explained in a low voice: "Your Majesty asked some questions in the car. You also know that it is always inconvenient to announce those things in public."
There was no need to explain anything to the eldest prince, but Fan Xian looked at the betting eyes from all around him, knowing what kind of consequences he would cause if he followed Yujia to Beijing, so he subconsciously added this sentence. After finishing it, he felt that talking to the boss like this would be counterproductive, so he smiled wryly and said, "It's too cold in the car, I'll get down and stretch my muscles."
The eldest prince laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said nothing. The two brothers are actually forced to smile at this time. Defend the capital so that the king of a country will not become a lonely ghost on the land. There is no doubt that they have made great contributions and made the first contribution. But so many people died in the royal family, and they used so many methods, who knows what the emperor was thinking.
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His Majesty the Emperor Qing didn't think about anything. In the process of mopping up the rebels outside Beijing, he already knew the news of the deaths of Li Yunrui and Li Chengze from the emergency documents sent by Fan Xian. In the carriage, he only learned the details of the two people's deaths from Fan Xian's mouth. Condition.
He had a calm face, as if it was a stranger who died, and he was still looking at the memorial presented by Zhongshu under the door. However, when the imperial driver entered the palace and Fan Xian got out of the car, His Majesty put down the memorial in his hand, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and said nothing in silence.
The silence of the lonely family lasted for a long time, and the emperor's face gradually revealed a trace of oldness and haggardness. However, at this time, the car had already stopped at the gate of Hanguang Hall.
He sighed softly, and slowly walked out of the car curtain pulled up by Eunuch Yao. As soon as he got out of the car curtain and looked down at this familiar but unfamiliar palace, his face immediately became calm and solemn, and there was no trace of sadness when he was alone in the car. Every eyebrow and every look conveyed his strength and strength. .
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The queen mother was dressed in plain white clothes, lying on a warm and soft phoenix bed. The wrinkles on her face are so deep, just like this palace, which has been eroded by too many winds and rains.
The emperor said a few words to the panic-stricken imperial physician kneeling on the ground, then sat on the side of the bed, and put his slender fingers on the queen mother's wrist.
Fan Xian waited for the three brothers to stand obediently behind the curtain, not daring to disturb them. Fan Xian's heart was faintly nervous, because it was faintly visible that the emperor's technique of palpating the pulse was very skillful, and he obviously knew something about medicine.
However, he was more confident in Mr. Fei Jie's medicine, and most importantly, that pill...wasn't poison at all. Whether it is the doctor of the Imperial Hospital or the rest of the brilliant doctors, they must not be able to find the real reason for the empress dowager's gradual decline in vitality, but will directly attribute it to old age and frailty, and her destiny is approaching.
The emperor's slender fingers had already left the empress dowager's weak pulse. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. It seemed that the great master knew that he could not hold back the empress dowager's departure. Then his brows suddenly frowned, and he stretched out his fingers like the wind, and pointed at the Queen Mother's eyebrows.
As soon as he pointed it out, the smell in the entire Hanguang Palace changed. Those chilly autumn winds were dispelled by a burst of sunshine, and a powerful and upright atmosphere was transmitted to everyone's heart.
Fan Xian suddenly felt the aura behind the curtain, his heart shook, and his fingers trembled rapidly. Although this breath is unfamiliar, it is as harmonious as a relative with the true energy in his body, but it is several levels higher than his realm, which is vaguely the realm he has been longing to pursue but can never find the entry point!
He suddenly raised his head, staring blankly through the thin curtain, a voice in his heart shouted to him, this is the second half volume! This is the second half of the volume that I have practiced for twenty years, but have made no progress at all!