The seven years of Tiansha's Qianqiu is also the last year of the entire Tiansha's country.
In the late autumn of that year, when the battle flag was like a knife cutting through Tiansha's land, the assassination and infiltration in Tiansha's country were also going on at the same time. The person who had passed away for many years spent his whole life storing up latent power, and finally surfaced many years later. Once restless, tens of thousands of dead bodies, the face of the sky will change, the wind and thunder will go first, under the command of Zhan Beiye's secret think tank lurking in Pandu, countless die-hard royalists will be killed, and then the corpses will be destroyed quietly. Countless literati School officials write poems and essays, argue for the orthodoxy of the dynasty, and build momentum for the new monarch. Countless ordinary-looking officials who are lurking in various places but know the key points and know the people's sentiments, with the secret help of groups of mysterious people who are dispatched to various places, seize power and fight for power. position, try to control one side of the military and government, the wind rises above the sky and is born at the end of Qingping, while vigorously sweeping the earth with the blade of force, it is also carrying out political, ideological and people's hearts and minds in another way Cannibalization and encroachment, the way of civil and military, the combination of hardness and softness, playing politics is like a gossip diagram, yin generates yang, and life is endless. Under the perfect layout and round wrists of the deceased veterans with rich political experience, the political situation of Tiansha is extremely difficult. In a short period of time, the smoothest transition has basically been achieved.
So many years later, when historians summed up the death of Tiansha, through the pursuit of subtle clues, they came to such a conclusion that the people who killed Tiansha—Zhan Beiye, Meng Fuyao, and the old Taishi Zhou.
On September 16th of the seventh year of Qianqiu, Zhan Beiye ascended the throne in the Yongde Hall of the Imperial Palace. He changed the name of the country to Dahan and the name of the reign to Yongji.
From then on, there will be no Qianqiu, and there will be no evil spirits.
As for why the name of the country was changed to Han, Zhan Beiye knew the reason, Meng Fuyao knew it, Ji Yu knew it, and the eight black wind cavalry who left their souls forever in the deep and deep Changhan dense forest knew it.
Those pasts that belonged to heroes, loyalty, sacrifice and great love have never been forgotten by the people who walked together. They used different ways to remember and commemorate—Meng Fuyao lurked in the court and the public, and Zhan Beiye swung his troops to the north. In Qiankun, Zhan Beiye waved his sleeves and swept the wind and clouds. In the end, the death of Tiansha and the life of Dahan were sacrificed to the immortal heroic spirits.
On the day when Zhan Beiye ascended the throne, the sky was clear and the bright sunlight reflected the resplendent and resplendent Yongde Hall above the thousand steps as if in the clouds. Looking back at the top, wherever he looked, on the boundless and vast square, hundreds of officials kowtowed in awe, all laying down like grass.
The golden bell rang, the jade drum sounded, the jade seal was awarded, and the treasure book was recorded. On the bright yellow throne inlaid with ten thousand dragons, the founding emperor of the Dahan Dynasty sat down.
With the establishment of a new dynasty, Meng Fuyao, a child shoe who has already become famous all over the world, is the first one to be rewarded for meritorious deeds.
This Meng Erchen, who quietly lurked in the court and the opposition and seized power, planned to kill Xie Yu on the top of the city tower, subdued the guards with his three-inch tongue, and miraculously preserved one hundred thousand imperial troops and handed them over to the new king, talked about Thanks to the credit, it is indeed a well-deserved number one. It is a bit heavier than the governor of the two prefectures, Jin Yanminglun, who was the first to fight from the dragon. You must know that playing tricks on the government and the opposition where the king is like a tiger is comparable to fighting with soldiers on the battlefield. Much more tiring.
It's a pity that this number one hero seems to be a bit arrogant. It is said that she has made great achievements with great difficulty. She should perform well in front of the new emperor. As a result, she said that she was ill and did not go to court. On the memorial, she wrote five words "menopause arrive!"
Zhan Beiye stared at the memorial for a long time and thought for a long time. He remembered that it was a curse word, but based on his understanding of Meng Fuyao, she would never scold him. This sentence was probably given to him.
The poor new emperor squeezed the garlic in his palm shamelessly, and had no choice but to grant the leave, and the rewards had to continue—Meng Fuyao, the former president of the imperial camp, was made King Han, the hereditary prince of the replacement, and he was honored with Changhan Mountain and the surrounding six counties. As a fiefdom, he is in charge of the military, government, salt, iron and customs clearance.
As soon as the words came out, all the officials were shocked - they knew that Meng Fuyao would be rewarded heavily, but they never expected that it would be so heavy!
The Dahan Dynasty no longer had a prince, and the original Tiansha Zhan clan could not occupy the title of prince since the establishment of the new dynasty, and the highest title of a minister with a foreign surname is the duke. He is worthy of such a noble title, but Meng Fuyao, who is eighteen years old, still has meritorious deeds in the future, so he should keep the rewards as a way to advance in the future. Lord, is there any reward
They all thought that there was no prince in the Great Han Dynasty, and they didn't want His Majesty to be so generous!
What's more generous is that this is an iron hat vassal king. The fiefdom is equivalent to a feudal country. The prince is the real ruler, has his own army and official system, and is not easily interfered by the court's laws and regulations. It is also the land of Dahan. If His Majesty gave one-sixth of the land to foreign surnames, he is not afraid of raising tigers in the future and turning back on himself
There are also some people who like to drill words, knelt on the ground and picked the cracks between the gold bricks to figure out the title of the king of Han. The country's title is Dahan, and Meng Fuyao named a king of Han. What does this mean? This, this, this does not conform to the way of the emperor's control! It must be known that the emperor's favor is like sitting on a fire cage, and it burns fiercely and hurts himself. Is there any deep meaning in this? Could it be... Your Majesty wants to hide everything
All the courtiers guessed wildly, Zhan Beiye just sat on the throne with a gloomy face, and regarded the garlic in his hand as the eldest grandson Wuji, pinching, pinching, pinching...
Well, you eldest grandson Wuji, you are so shameless to borrow flowers to offer Buddha!
He had planned well at first, to give Fuyao the three most affluent states closest to Pandu. She deserved such a reward. A letter immediately disrupted his wishful thinking.
The man said in the letter that in view of Fuyao's great achievements, he begged His Majesty to make an exception and give him the title of vassal king as a solid backing for Fuyao's eternal life in the future. Compensation, and by the way, he also mentioned a little favor from his eldest grandson Wuji, and said very modestly that it is actually nothing, if His Majesty remembers his benefits, he does not need to repay him, and will record this credit in On Fuyao's body, it's good to give her a reward. As for the land, he said that he had persuaded Fuyao, and the vassal king is a special case. I'm sorry to ask for a better land, which will make it difficult for His Majesty. Let's go to Changhan Mountain. I have feelings.
After Zhan Beiye read the letter, he was almost so angry that he ordered soldiers to kill him on the spot.
Obviously he would not be stingy at all to give Fuyao the best reward, but his eldest grandson Wuji said that it seemed that he was reluctant, and that his eldest grandson Wuji had to use his own help to pay off in order to give Fuyao the feudal title.
Obviously he planned to give Fuyao a surprise, but now it has become a surprise for his eldest grandson Wuji to please Fuyao.
It is obvious that his Dahan country is under his control, but now it has become a dish on Changsun Wuji's plate, and he is the first to serve it to Fuyao. He couldn't refuse, not only because the Changhan Mountains were indeed the barren fief that was least likely to be opposed by the officials, but also because Fuyao liked it.
Obviously he wanted to give, but it turned out that he didn't want to give it, and it turned out that he wanted to give it well, and it turned out that he had to give it badly, and it turned out that he wanted to give it a long time ago, and it turned out that Changsun Wuji fought for her.
Alas, it's so sad, the prince's treachery, the treacherous God!
And what made Zhan Beiye Yuzu angry, helpless and sad the most was that he robbed Changhan Mountain!
What is the definition of Changhan Mountain? The border between Dahan and Wuji is the only military passage that can lead directly to Wuji. Now that Fuyao has established a feudal state, she has become a protective barrier between him and his eldest grandson Wuji. In the future, if he wants to avenge this arrow , Is it possible to pass Changhan
Fuyao will definitely not let him cross the vast expanse to capture Wuji. If he really wants to do this, he may have to face Fuyao's counterattack and anger first. With Fuyao's power, it is more than enough to cause him big troubles. What else could move Wuji
Even if Fuyao didn't do anything to him and she left in a rage, he would never want to get her in this life!
What a sinister plan to exterminate all households...
Everything was preempted by him, everything was calculated by him, and everything he wanted was his. In the end, he had to offer Changhan, knowing that giving Fuyao was equivalent to giving Wuji to him, so he had to give it to him.
His Highness the Crown Prince's help is never in vain...
On the night of Zhan Beiye, he pondered over that letter until dawn. He could actually ignore the request of the fiefdom Changhan and directly give Fuyao the three states he had thought of. Having hinted at this plan, Fuyao is well versed in politics, and must also know the meaning of the fief Changhan. If she didn't refuse, it means that she acquiesced and voluntarily became a barrier between the two. In this case, if he refuses, the consequences will be unpredictable.
A letter from the eldest grandson Wuji asked him a multiple-choice question - either lose the chance to embezzle Wuji, or lose Fuyao!
Poor Zhan Beiye, his gray hair grew overnight.
So depressed, so hesitant, so looking forward and backward, so inconsistent with his style of vigorous and resolute, all because of love.
He loves her and doesn't want to betray her.
In the battle for love, he was already one step behind his eldest grandson Wuji, and now if he was angered by the matter of Changhan's fief, his chances would be infinitely close to zero.
Jiangshan beauties can't have both arbitrarily and at the same time.
At dawn, Zhan Beiye finally reached out slowly and tore the letter to pieces.
That's all.
Fuyao helped him win half of this vast world. Without her, his throne would not be so easy. Now, he should sacrifice a little for her.
He was not an ambitious person in the first place, and he took the throne only to better protect his mother, for the original vow of "heavenly evil must die", the eldest grandson Wuji tried his best, but in fact it was just that he was seriously suspicious.
What's more, if Fuyao is sealed in Dahan, Dahan is her home, she and him are neighbors, and the near water is the first to get the moon, not only can he see her more, but with her, his eldest grandson Wuji can't peep Dahan
Zhan Beiye smiled slightly.
Changsun Wuji, don't think that you are exhaustive, as long as she is in my house, I will always be more convenient than you. No matter what the opportunity is, sooner or later, there will be one!
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The new king came to the throne, and he had to be busy with a lot of things. Zhan Beiye had never been able to come to the Commander's Mansion. Of course, he would not forget to allocate funds to order the Superintendent to choose a good location in Pandu to build the Hanwang Mansion.
Meng Fuyao ignored this, and after the reward came out, he casually handed over a booklet to thank him, the handwriting on the booklet was very ugly, the paper was very inferior, the ink was stinky, and it was covered with Master Yuanbao's beautiful paw prints, Zhan Beiye watched it for a long time.
On September 18th, Meng Fuyao sent off Yunhen, the autumn sky was breezy, and the young man in Tsing Yi under the whitest cloud smiled slightly, crying out Meng Fuyao's farewell tears.
She poured a glass of wine, the clear liquid reflected the blue clouds, sky and yellow leaves, and reflected her detached eyes, Yun Hen took the small wine cup with snow porcelain embossed plum blossoms, and slightly brushed Meng Fuyao's fingertips with her fingertips, it was as delicate and smooth as satin The touch made him hurriedly draw back his hands, and his face blushed slightly.
On the opposite side, the girl dressed as a young man smiled frankly and brightly, her smile was clean and pure as if washed by the sun and bleached by the moonlight, and her fingers holding the cup seemed to have the fragrance of plum blossoms, the faint fragrance floated, a kind of noble and enchanting.
In front of the river, on someone’s light boat, someone flicks the pipa, blowing down the dense osmanthus flowers in the ten-mile long pavilion. That tune belongs to a wandering traveler, but now it sounds like a touch that suits one’s heart, as if someone’s slender fingers are on the heart. When the string is played, the long tune is like a stream of water, resonating sound.
I still remember the first time we met.
When the woman with ugly makeup raised her head, her eyes were clear and sharp, almost shattering the sparks in his dark pupils. She drew her sword and stepped up. Heart.
He came with such hatred, wanted to kill that half of his enemy Lin Xuanyuan, but in the end he returned with such trance—she smiled brightly, and the waves of Penglai's sea-like eyes made him dizzy, Immediately, bright red blood beads spread out in his field of vision like coral strings, bright and breathtaking like a peach blossom fan.
It seems too easy to be tempted, but for some people, it is really difficult not to be tempted.
To this day, he has not seen her many times—sometimes he rejoices that there are not many, she is a drug-like existence, colorful, and every side is glamorous and glamorous. Honghen, who belongs to her alone, met three times, and only three times, he fell into a paradise step by step. It was a joyful and dizzying time, but it was always clear, maybe it was just a passerby.
Yun Hen smiled lightly. At this time, he could still withdraw and leave, and if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would not even be able to be a friend.
Twirling the wine glass with his fingertips, he hid the fragrance of osmanthus seeds in autumn and plum blossoms in early winter deep in his heart, Yun Hen smiled and drank it all in one gulp.
"Take care of yourself."
Meng Fuyao smiled: "Take care too." She paused for a moment, and tried her best to speak authentically: "After you go back, if there is anything... special, don't forget to let me know, I like excitement the most."
Yun Hen looked at her, the sparks in his pupils were as bright as aurora, he knew what she meant - he did not rank well in the Zhenwu Conference, and his entanglement with the Yan family might be exposed again, she was afraid that he would get into trouble.
Smiling lightly, Yun Hen said: "Prince Meng, at least I'm willing to wait until you become a king and worship a minister. With such a powerful friend, how can I not be willing to use my strength?"
It was rare for him to make a joke, Meng Fuyao squinted his eyes and smiled, and said innocently: "Being an official, you just want to search the court and make friends..."
Master Yuan Bao on her shoulder also grinned innocently, thinking, the golden toilet is tired of use, and I can ask Prince Meng to make a black pearl version for himself.
Yun Hen smiled, waved to Ya Lanzhu who came to see him off, and strode into the car. His guards had been living elsewhere in the city for a while, and they were all waiting for him beside the car. Meng Fuyao looked at his The convoy disappeared into the depths of the official road, and sighed faintly: "Wave your hands and go, Xiao Xiao's team is screaming..."
Ya Lanzhu let out an "ah" and said, "Oh, Meng Fuyao, you can actually recite poems!"
"I know a lot!" Meng Fu shook her eyebrows happily, put her arms around her shoulders and leaned over quietly and said, "I'll recite a better song for you, the moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, a pair of dogs and men, have nothing on…”
"Hey, what's the last sentence?" The pure Princess Ya asked shamelessly.
Meng Fuyao smiled ambiguously, and was considering whether to pollute the little princess, when someone behind him suddenly said: "It probably means that he has no clothes on."
"Eh, did you also come here through time travel..." Meng Fuyao stopped halfway through his words, turned his head quietly, and Ya Lanzhu beside him had already rushed over excitedly.
"Battle North Field Battle Kitano—"
Under a cypress tree, a man with a black horse and black robe was parked. The shade of the green tree and the light white body of the tree made him look dignified and black-eyed. People think of the straight iron wood on the distant mountain, standing still in the air, and clanging in the wind.
Meng Fuyao looked at him, wondering why his temperament suddenly improved after a few days of absence? The emperor is really a good job, a must-have product for home travel to improve your temperament.
Zhan Beiye glanced over Ya Lanzhu lightly, and subconsciously landed on Meng Fuyao, and then fell back on Ya Lanzhu resentfully when Meng Fuyao said "If you dare to ignore her, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life" , reluctantly smiled, and said: "Long time no see, Princess Ya."
"Yeah, long time no see." Ya Lanzhu raised her head, put her hands on the brim of her eyebrows, and smiled at Zhan Beiye, who was bathed in the shimmering sunlight, "Two hundred and three days and five hours."
Zhan Beiye was suffocated, glanced at her with dark eyes, thought for a while, and said thoughtfully: "How do I remember that it is one hundred and ninety-seven days and three hours?"
Meng Fuyao's face darkened—what do you mean? Do you count the time when you and I parted? Forget it, why did you tell Ya Lanzhu
Her face was ferocious, Ya Lanzhu half-turned her head to look at her, Meng Fuyao hurriedly put away his blue-faced fangs, Ya Lanzhu had already turned back as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "Really, then I misremembered."
Zhan Beiye looked at her, his eyes softened a little, and he said stiffly: "The day before yesterday was your birthday, right? Sorry, I didn't have time to celebrate your birthday."
Meng Fuyao beat himself on the head bitterly behind Ya Lanzhu—Dead Man Zhan Beiye, you apologize in this way, at least be sincere, okay? There is no mistake in calculating the time of separation, why is it so careless to calculate someone's birthday, it is the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday!
"It's okay." Ya Lanzhu didn't seem to notice the mistake, and smiled happily, "Anyway, you didn't remember it before."
Zhan Beiye remained silent, took out a box from his arms and handed it over, saying, "Shoulder gift."
Ya Lanzhu took it in surprise, Meng Fuyao grinned to show encouragement, Zhan Beiye's face turned darker, and said in a deep voice: "Father-in-law, the chief manager of Qinzheng Palace, chose it, and I don't know what it is."
Meng Fuyao dropped her lips after laughing halfway... Hell Zhan Beiye, can't you carry out a good thing to the end
But Zhan Beiye already felt that he had made a lot of concessions, endured a lot of grievances, and expressed a lot of apologies, so he ignored Ya Lanzhu and turned his head to stare at Meng Fuyao: "I still don't know when your birthday is. .”
Meng Fuyao turned his nostrils to the sky: "I jumped out of the rock, you go ask the stone."
Zhan Beiye held back his anger and changed the subject: "Let's go and see your new house, okay? I have sent someone to build a palace for you in Changhan. Which county do you like to be in? Qiao County is near the water and has a better view. Gan County has the most abundant products among the six counties... "
"I said Your Majesty, are you free?" Meng Fuyao took Ya Lanzhu, "I'm a step late to see off Yunhen, but you have time to ask me which county to open?"
Zhan Beiye's eyebrows were about to rise in anger, but somehow he held back and said after a pause: "Fuyao, I know you are angry at me for what happened that day..."
"Ah Zhuzhu, I remember that there is a restaurant in the city where the wine is very fragrant, shall we go drink it?" Meng Fuyao loudly drowned out Zhan Beiye's voice, and pulled Yalanzhu who was pricking up his ears and hurried away, "I Treat, you pay... "
The back of her burning buttocks and running with her tail between her tails fell into the sight of Zhan Beiye who was looking forward to him. He smiled wryly for a long time, and behind him, Xiao Qi said in a rough voice: "Your Majesty, beat her up!"
Zhan Beiye suddenly turned his head and glared at him.
Xiaoqi was not afraid, and said loudly; "Our mother-in-law also has disobedience and doesn't know what to do. It's easy to deal with, tie up the firewood room and close it, and clean up after a family law whip. From now on, take care of your heart and raise your character, and be good to your husband and children. , that's right!"
Zhan Beiye was annoyed and amused when he heard it, and couldn't help cursing, "Bump!"
"Your Majesty, good women come from beatings, listen to me!" Xiao Qi persisted.
Zhan Beiye was full of irritability and restlessness, thinking about Meng Fuyao on the one hand, and thinking about the pile of memorials in the Imperial Study Room that made people want to die. Back to the palace, he casually said: "If you have the ability, you can lock me up and beat you up!"
He was depressed in his heart, and he raised his whip with resentment, and the black horse galloped away like a dragon, pulling a dark yellow line of smoke on the official road.
Xiao Qi took a step back, sitting on the horse with his chin raised, a reckless young man with a single muscle, seriously thinking about the last sentence of "imperial decree"...
Therefore, people are unlucky and say something wrong.
So, misunderstanding is the collision of language and language, the emergence of bullshit...
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"I'm a pervert from the north—"
"Two tigers two tigers run fast run fast—"
"Squeak squeak squeak—"
As night fell, a chorus of two people and one mouse appeared from the end of the avenue, supporting each other and stumbled from the horizon. The guards followed not far or near, not daring to approach the two drunken lunatics—one would hug someone and cry, the other would grab someone. No one can touch anyone.
After finally arriving at the Commander's Mansion, Changsun Wuji and Tie Cheng greeted him, Tie Cheng framed Ya Lanzhu away, and Changsun Wuji dragged his two drunk pets back to his room with a drunkard in one hand and a drunk rat in the other.
The drunkard glanced at him, and immediately withdrew his half-stretched fist sensibly—beat the emperor, but not the prince, because the prince is poisonous.
He got hurt a little last time, look at how long she has been a cook and changed medicine and masseuse... But then again, the prince's figure is still very good... still pink and eye-catching... It was a pleasure to see her …
Someone laughed hehehe, and inadvertently let out a few drops of saliva...
The eldest grandson Wuji tidied her up himself, wrapped her in a quilt, sat on the side of the bed and looked at her worriedly, and said: "You are a drunkard, your status is getting higher and higher, and no one can care about you. If I'm not here, who will clean up when I'm drunk?"
Meng Fuyao chuckled, stretched out his paws to touch the dangling beauty's face, felt dazzled again, both paws went up together, fixed it, and said bemusedly: "Beauty... this king... can clean up an imperial court, and even clean it up." Can't... uh... myself?"
Changsun Wuji smiled, took off her wolf claws, pinched them in the palm of his hand, used his fingertips to slowly touch her fingertips one by one, raised his head slightly, as if he wanted to understand her at this moment through interlocking fingers. It's like a bewildered heart.
His half-upturned face was bathed in the clear light of the moon, and there was a kind of tea-like intensity in the silence, and the thoughts of the world were filled between the slightly frowned brows, as beautiful as smoke.
After a long while, he said: "You are full of thoughts and struggles for half your life. You are on the road ahead and your heart is on the other side. You... are unwilling to stay for anyone."
Meng Fuyao fell asleep on his palm, rudely, drooling.
The eldest grandson Wuji slowly retracted his fingertips, looked at a certain direction in the distance, and said for a long time: "Fuyao, I received a letter from my master, I have to go back to the master's school."
Meng Fuyao turned over and let out a "huh".
"I may not hear from you for a while." Changsun Wuji frowned, and patted her shoulder lightly, "You have to be careful."
Meng Fuyao burped, grabbed Master Yuan Bao and shook him.
"Let's leave the ingot to you." Changsun Wuji hesitated, "It's just that you try to protect yourself as much as possible, and don't use its ability as much as possible."
Meng Fuyao let out a snort - Am I going to be rescued by a mouse? Save it.
The eldest grandson Wuji stopped talking, leaned on the head of the bed, and held her in his arms. Meng Fuyao was pillowed on his lap, not wanting to move lazily. Trapped in a blurred dream, the floating clouds in the dream are endless, the lonely city is gorgeous and charming like bright flowers, overlooking a hundred thousand miles of smoke and dust from the nine sky, countless snow-colored flowers descending leisurely, covering the three thousand jade steps all over the ground. I don't know where the tung flowers are, drifting past like purple clouds, deep in the clouds, one person looks back and smiles, with a beautiful appearance and a beautiful appearance.
She was intoxicated in that dream, and in that man's arms, wrapped in the gentleness of his fragrance and body temperature, she had the most gorgeous and indescribable dream in her life.
A dream like this.
When the daylight illuminates that side of the bed, the temperature gradually cools down, and the light fragrance finally dissipates.
Meng Fuyao didn't get up, but lay face down with her eyes closed, lying like that, the temperature seemed to be still there, the fragrance seemed to be still there, the fragrance was really strange, she always thought it was a warm fragrance, but now she leaned on the mattress and smelled it carefully, but couldn't smell it. The fragrance is as cold as snow, or is it just because the person who can bring warmth has left
I was drunk last night, but I wasn't actually drunk.
It's just that I know in my heart that he is going to leave after all, and I don't want to face it.
She has always been fleeing desperately all her life, but she is afraid of parting, especially when the parting after such a bustling and bustling reunion becomes more and more desolate and desolate like the end of a feast, she packs up the empty bowls by herself, and spills the words written between her fingers. Leftovers of lights and warm smells.
But there are some things that need to be retreated if she is not afraid, if she can't learn to adapt to parting now, she will be more lonely and pale as snow in the future.
May time be as sharp as scissors, cutting off the creases printed intentionally or unintentionally on the heart.
Meng Fuyao got up and sat on the bed. There was a mark on the sheet, which was left by him holding her and sitting comfortably all night. She reached out to smooth the sheet, but finally stopped.
After being silent for a while in the light and drifting sunlight, she got up to take a shower. Today was the day she was formally enshrined. After waiting for so long, at least she should give the new emperor some face.
After breakfast, she called Tiecheng and ordered him to take some guards to the Changhan fiefdom. Yao Xun had already gone to Changhan with a generous reward from Zhan Beiye, but Tiecheng disagreed and answered her simply: "Where are you and where am I?"
Meng Fuyao had no choice but to say: "Then you stay at home today, Princess Ya is still hungover and someone arranges to take care of her, and Mr. Zong is not here, so I don't know where I went. I have not hired a housekeeper here for safety, and Yao Xun is not here now. You don't have to go to court with me."
Tiecheng thought for a while, and finally agreed. Meng Fuyao changed into the king's robe, poised herself in front of the bronze mirror for a long time, and then sat in the sedan chair to go up to court. He wore a pair of black crystal sunglasses, and found the star-like feeling of his previous life quite well.
The spring night is bitter and the days are high, King Han seldom goes to the court early in the morning. When Meng Fuyao appeared in the Hou Ban's room early in the morning, all the officials, big and small, knelt on the ground. Then it suddenly dawned on me - oh, that king Meng who openly said that he would be a second minister in the city.
Meng Fuyao sat in the corner very low-key, drinking tea, and greeted endless greetings.
"Prince Ankang..."
"It's easy to say, I'm dying of illness."
"..."
"My lord is auspicious..."
"It's easy to say, the weather is good today."
"..."
"My lord."
"Okay, okay—"
The voice was familiar, Meng Fuyao raised his head.
"Your Majesty, please go to the palace after the court breaks up, and discuss important matters."
Meng Fuyao stared at Xiao Qi suspiciously, Zhan Beiye has something important to tell her in the palace instead of the court or in the palace? It's just that he couldn't doubt it under the eyes of everyone, so he nodded.
Xiao Qi bowed and went out in a serious manner, Meng Fuyao looked at his back, although he felt strange, but thinking that this guy has never been a liar, he was relieved, most likely it was Zhan Beiye's trick.
At this time, the golden bell rang, and everyone entered the hall to stand in a row. The high dome hall was resplendent with the might of heaven, and no one even heard a cough. There was a golden table in the hall, and the golden book and gold seal were displayed. Meng Fuyao stood in the middle, standing on one side. Waiting while counting the grids in boredom, by the way, estimated that the weight of the gold seal is about a few catties of gold, and suddenly heard the eunuch calling, "Your Majesty is here—"
All the officials groaned and knelt down again, Meng Fuyao remembered this serious problem, she wanted to bow to the hell Zhan Beiye!
At this time, the whole hall was kneeling, only Meng Fuyao was standing, and it seemed that she was standing there obtrusively. Meng Fuyao rubbed his nose and slowly planned to kneel. Suddenly Zhan Beiye said in a deep voice: "I heard that Meng Qing has recently caught a cold in her knees. I wonder if she will recover?"
"Ah, Your Majesty." Meng Fuyao smiled openly and immediately rubbed his knees, "No way, old cold legs..."
All the officials stared at the eighteen-year-old "old cold legs" with disdain, Meng Fuyao remained motionless as if nothing had happened, Zhan Beiye's black eyes under his black brows swept her face, and said, "Then you don't have to kneel."
"My humble minister, thank you!" Meng Fuyao replied cheerfully, feeling that comrade Zhan Beiye is quite obedient at certain times, so he can forgive him for a while as appropriate.
The golden bell rang again, and she stood still in front of the golden case. According to the old rule of Tiansha, the prince canonized two chief and deputy envoys. The two dynasties are the same, this is another extra favor, there was a low voice among the officials, and Zhan Beiye glanced over, and the voice stopped immediately.
Although the new emperor came to the throne not long ago, all the officials have more or less figured out how to fight against Bei Ye. Although the new emperor is kind, his temper is not lenient. So he smoothed out the messy government affairs, but it can be seen that everyone is familiar with personnel, military, horses, prisons, households, politics and economy. Although everyone doesn't understand how he learned such proficient government affairs as an idle prince back then, the new emperor has learned such skillful government affairs in a short period of time. It is a fact that his authority has been quickly established in the days, and the rudiment of the Dahan hero has emerged. At this time, he gave a faint look, and everyone admired him.
After reading the imperial decree, one held the golden book and the other presented the golden seal. Under the guidance of Xiao Qi, they walked towards Meng Fuyao. Except for the prince himself, the rest of the people were not allowed to touch the golden book and the golden seal. The old minister presented the tray , Meng Fuyao had already bowed down to listen to the order and was extremely impatient, so he quickly reached out to take it with a smile.
She took it carelessly, and never thought that there would be anything wrong with the golden book written by Zhan Beiye in the court, under Zhan Beiye's nose, and she didn't notice that Xiao Qi grinned suddenly.
The specifications for the canonization of the prince are very grand, but the ceremony is simplified. Zhan Beiye knows Meng Fuyao's temperament, and he is absolutely impatient with complicated etiquette. It's over, I'm going to pee" and ended the ceremony early.
As soon as the ceremony was over, Prince Meng, who was supposed to be standing by the way in the court hall, stopped standing. His "old cold legs" made him take a leave of absence. He walked out of the palace leisurely and leisurely. Qi followed and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty said that you must wait for him to come down in the palace and discuss important matters."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, and said: "What's important? Do you have to go to the palace? I'll wait for him in the palace."
Xiao Qi took out a note from his pocket, looked at it, stuffed it back, and said like an endorsement: "Your Majesty said that it is inconvenient in the palace."
Meng Fuyao looked at him angrily and amusedly, and reached out to grab his sleeve: "Any tricks up your sleeve?"
Xiao Qi stepped aside, grabbed a note and looked at it, and said with a straight face: "Your Majesty said, I want to know why there is a good plan, and the palace is waiting for him."
With the fingers in his sleeve, he quietly crushed the two slips of paper—the slips of paper were blank and contained nothing, all the words he said, as well as his intentional movements of grabbing the small slips of paper to read, were all His Majesty’s secrets A strategy taught to him by the old fellows in the Think Tank—specially dealing with someone who is smart and cautious, but curious and particularly exuberant.
Sure enough, Meng Fuyao's curiosity was aroused, he laughed and said: "He can play tricks, okay, I'll go."
She got out of the palace and got on the horse, and followed Xiao Qi all the way to the palace on Beiyu Mountain in Pandu. down.
Meng Fuyao saw an exquisite small table and four snow-white small jade stools in front of the Huayin Pavilion, they were very exquisitely made and cute, and couldn't help being happy, and said, "This stool is beautiful, I won't go into the hall, I'm bored, it's just outside here It’s good to blow some air and drink some tea.” He said and sat down.
"boom!"
The stool suddenly sank downwards, and a big hole appeared in the ground. Meng Fuyao, who trusted Zhan Beiye's subordinates completely, fell down defenselessly.
Immediately, the table turned horizontally, and there was a bang, the ground was sealed, and the sky above Meng Fuyao's head suddenly disappeared.
Meng Fuyao was shocked, turned around and found that it seemed to be a closed stone room with an underground passage, and quickly stretched out his palm to split it. Just as he was lucky, the gold book in his sleeve suddenly fell to the ground with a bang, the gold book cracked, and a little smoke came out .
Meng Fuyao hurriedly held her breath, but unfortunately the room was too small and the smoke came so fast, she still inhaled a little.
She was in a daze, and quickly closed her eyes and sat down to adjust her breath. In a drowsy state, she heard Xiaoqi's laughter above her head:
"Haha Your Majesty, don't I imprison her now? I'll beat her up for you!"
Regarding the dinner, there are many quick solutions. Tonight, I will take the following method: Serve on the table, swallow some meatballs, then stand up and toast, three glasses per person, apologize, and walk. Fifteen minutes and done.