At the beginning of September, the day before the arrival of the Liao mission, the list of officials and nobles who accompanied them to the autumn hunt was finally released.
It is a very high honor to be able to participate in the autumn hunting with the emperor, and being taken by the emperor is a manifestation of the emperor's heart, so every autumn hunting list is full of undercurrents, especially this time.
There is no other reason. Emperor Xiwen himself was not interested in Qiushou. He only decided to bring the beauties and handsome men from the harem. As for who to bring, that is the matter of the Zhengshitang. To win Emperor Xiwen's heart, it's better to see who is on whose team.
As a result, the number of people who went this time became the largest in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
However, after breaking his head, Ling Qingyu never thought that he would become one of them.
"Aren't I a ****? Am I not allowed to go out? What's the matter?" Ling Qingyu pointed at the official document.
Cheng Jia frowned, tapped the fan on the palm of his hand, and said, "I asked Fan Zheng, and he said that he wanted you to participate because Dong Xiang and Wang Xiang directly called by name, and said that in the last battle, Xiao Sui lost to Yang Zhao's hand, so this time you are asked to come forward to show off the country's prestige."
"You liar! Zhao has already died in battle, show off the country's prestige!" Ling Qingyu unknowingly swears again, asking her to participate, as long as he sees Emperor Xiwen sees Xiao Sui and the group of people who collectively forced Yang Zhao to death , she can't help but take a knife and slash over.
Although annoyed, they had to go. After asking about Qiushou's rules and requirements, Yan Qi and Ying Shisan got busy.
Because the houses in the paddock are limited, most people have to live in tents, and there are also restrictions on the number of followers that can be brought according to their grades. After entering the paddock, the restrictions are even more severe.
Ying Jiu took Ye Po to go to the paddock to see the terrain ahead of time, Ying Thirteen was in charge of all the material preparations, and Yan Qi got the list for this trip to check those people one by one, if it was dangerous.
The port in Shanghai has been established, the inland ships built in Quanzhou have been handed over to Longmen to start sailing the Yangtze River, and the sea routes have also begun to run through. This year, the weather is good and the products are abundant. The output of various farms and the purchase of shops have also been reported. come up.
After being angry for a long time, Ling Qingyu didn't have time to think about it anymore, and began to seriously consider her national economic picture.
The autumn sun shines in from the window, making the study room with the open window very bright. Green smoke curls from the incense burner in the corner, and the smell is very clear and elegant. It is the incense made by Cheng Jia himself. Even Ling Qingyu's pair of fragrances People who don't have a cold are very fond of it.
Ling Qingyu sat at the desk and was doing calculations and drawing charts with a pile of account books and letters. Cheng Jia was writing his national policies on the table next to him. After a while, Cheng Jia would put down his pen to order a new pot of tea and pour a cup for Ling Qingyu, who is completely immersed in her own affairs, usually drinks directly, making the desk desk by the side very speechless, but it is not surprising.
Cheng Jia had already seen the few plans of Ling Qingyu, and sometimes he would give some suggestions, but most of the time, the two of them did their own thing. In the study room, except for the sound of charcoal pens being drawn on the paper, there was silence, but Very peaceful.
Cheng Jia occasionally raised his head and looked at Ling Qingyu holding a charcoal pencil, occasionally frowning sadly, occasionally showing his face, and occasionally smiling narrowly. His expression was so rich that he couldn't help but smile, and he just felt that he had never been so full and peaceful in his heart.
The years are quiet.
On September 18, after a grand ceremony was held, the troops of the brigade began to walk towards the paddock. From the imperial forest army who cleared the way first to the entourage who left the city last, they walked about ten miles on the official road.
Hunting in autumn and hunting in autumn, soldiers are naturally indispensable for hunting. This time, not only the Imperial Guard battalion participated, but also Zhao Yinfeng and his subordinates who escorted the Liao Kingdom mission to Beijing.
Zhao Yinfeng came back this time with a belly full of anger. According to what he thought, he should take advantage of this time to attack Yeluye on both sides to completely defeat Xiao Sui, and then go to fight Yeluye and take back the land of Liao Kingdom. for oneself. It's just that he was gearing up to prepare for the battle, but he received orders from Zhao Mingliang and the old man not to send troops! Sending troops in private will definitely be pursued by the court. Zhao Yinfeng knows, but Zhao Mingliang's letter is not allowed to send troops, not only is he not allowed to send troops, but also cooperates with Xiao Sui to negotiate peace with Da Zhou. Zhao Yinfeng knows that Xiao Sui must have something. Zhao Mingliang's trick is to use this trick to get the Zhao family to come forward to eliminate the threat from Da Zhou's side in exchange for time to fight Yeluye.
As soon as he came back, Zhao Yinfeng went to find the old man, and repeatedly explained that this is a great opportunity, if he can take the opportunity to take back Yanyunwai Kyushu and even destroy the Liao Kingdom, it will be a great credit. But the old man just said one thing, what if Xiao Sui simply gave up on Yeluye and concentrated on fighting Zhao Jiajun? Then all the Zhao family's army was exhausted, and even if they had credit in the end, it was not the Zhao family's. Then he ordered him in a very stern tone to obey Zhao Mingliang's command in the future, because he had passed on the position of Zhao family head to Zhao Mingliang.
Frustrated, Zhao Yinfeng found Gao Wenhe who was still in Bianjing for a drink, and then heard Gao Wenhe talk about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then heard Gao Wenhe sigh that it was a blessing for Yang Zhao to marry such a wife, and his heart felt even stronger. uncomfortable. The Zhao family was the chief culprit of Yang Zhao's death. Although they had always had a rivalry with Yang Zhao and Zhao Yinfeng, they still admired him sincerely. A generation of fierce generals died under a conspiracy, but he knew about it at the time but did not inform him. Yang Zhao, this became a thorn in my heart.
Not to mention that woman, Zhao Yinfeng couldn't help but look at the two carriages in the back row of the team again.
The accompanying people were all high-ranking officials and noble families from Bianjing, each vehicle was more luxurious than the other, and there were more servants than each family, and the female relatives poked their heads out to see the scenery, singing and dancing. Only in Dingguo Mansion, although the carriage was big, it was inconspicuous, and there were not many guards beside it, and the woman didn't even show her head.
This woman was also a thorn in his heart, inserted deep in his heart that he didn't even know about, and he couldn't usually remember it, but once touched occasionally, it would make him feel very uncomfortable, like a heart-pricking pain. What's more, now because of the Zhao family's relationship, she has become a woman who doesn't even have children.
Looking away, she looked at the flags raised by the imperial guards on both sides of the road, woman... On the second day after returning to Bianjing, Wang Huilan sent someone to meet him at Ci'an Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. As soon as they met, Wang Huilan rushed forward crying, and Zhao Yinfeng jumped back three steps in fright, and then called out to the second prince and concubine in a solemn manner, which made Wang Huilan stop, and then turned to jump on the Crying on the table. From her intermittent crying, Zhao Yinfeng roughly understood what she meant. It is nothing more than that she is wronged, painful and pitiful. She was framed and demoted by the second prince as a concubine. Difficult situations, all kinds of things.
Zhao Yinfeng was speechless. He didn't know why Wang Huilan had called him here. After listening to her cry for a quarter of an hour, she couldn't bear it and was about to leave, Wang Huilan expressed her purpose, hoping that Zhao Yinfeng would be directly loyal to the second prince, so that she could retain the queen's position when the second prince ascended the throne .
Zhao Yinfeng just bowed his hands and left. He didn't know whether it was Wang Huilan who was stupid or the kind of person he seemed to be very stupid and easy to deceive. This time, Zhao Mingliang left the second prince and the 100,000 new troops in Weizhou. There was already a rift between Zhao Mingliang and the second prince. So the prince hit his idea on him? No, the second prince is not that stupid. He wants his own wife. Now he is a concubine. To impress a border general with old love, if he is looking for it, he should be looking for him directly to impress him with benefits. In other words, it was Wang Huilan's own idea, thinking of asking him to help her by relying on the previous friendship, but why did she have such confidence that they really had the friendship that would allow him to do this for her? If you want to talk about friendship, it should be the life-saving grace of him pulling her out of the trap three times when she was a child! Thinking of Wang Huilan's expression on Wang Huilan's face when he left, thinking that he had agreed, Zhao Yinfeng suddenly felt that it was really a lie that he was rumored to be in love with Wang Huilan!
Such a woman!
Shaking his head, Zhao Yinfeng didn't think about that any more, squinted his eyes and looked at the front of the team, the convoy of the Liao Kingdom Mission was right in front of Zhao's house, at this moment, Zhao Mingliang might sneak into Xiao Sui's car again.
What the old man and Zhao Mingliang were thinking, Zhao Yinfeng had a terrible guess in his heart, but he didn't want to face it, so he could only pretend that he didn't know and continue to be his general.
The paddock was some distance away from Bianjing, so the troops stopped to rest in the middle of the night, and each family set up their own tents in the designated area. The servants were very busy fetching water and cooking, while the masters and men Some went hunting, some of the female relatives rested in tents, and some took a walk outside surrounded by maids and women.
Autumn hunting is the best time to meet each other. Not only the female relatives can see those sons in fresh clothes and angry horses, but the young people can also peek at the demeanor of those young girls.
Yan Qi didn't bring too many guards, neither Su Mu nor Xie Sanlang who punched the eye, only him, Ying Jiuying, Thirteen Night Soul and the twelve personal guards brought by Wang Zuo. It may bring more people, and the second is that if something really happens, it cannot be solved by more people. In addition to their guards, Bai Wei and two maidservants came with them. After all, in such an open place, if people saw Ling Qingyu only served by men, then one would not know what would happen.
The Ling family brought their own food, and as soon as the meat on the grill smelled fragrant, Cheng Jia came looking for it.
Looking at the tent, Cheng Jia casually sat by the fire and asked, "Why don't you come out?"
"Are you joking?" Ying Shisan glanced at him, then turned the meat on the grill to one side.
After all, Ling Qingyu is still a new widow, maybe she was brought here this time just to see her jokes, so he can show his face at this time.
"Don't you still have Alan's mask? Let her come out as a maid." Cheng Jia laughed. It was rumored outside that Mrs. Yang hadn't gone out. He thought so before, and he was heartbroken for a long time. In the end, why can't he go out? Wearing a mask, this person ate all the delicious stalls in the streets and alleys of Bianjing .
"She said that it's better to be honest here. After all, there are too many enemies, and I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case." Ying Shisan handed a piece of roasted meat to Cheng Jia, and said.
Cheng Jia nodded, took a bite of the meat, and then stood up and said, "I will keep an eye on her." After entering the paddock, there will be an emperor's sacrifice ceremony. They guards are not allowed to enter, it's just that scene , and no one should be so stupid as to trouble Ling Qingyu.
There were already various eyes watching over, Cheng Jia took a plate and took a few pieces of meat under Ying Shisan's gaze, then walked leisurely back to Cheng's territory.
Cheng Xiang was leaning on the couch in the tent, Aunt Yue was rubbing his shoulders and beating his legs, watching Cheng Jia come in, saluted first and then continued beating Cheng Xiang's legs.
"Go and see Xing'er." Cheng Xiangwei ordered with his eyes closed, and Aunt Yue responded, got up and walked out of the tent.
Cheng Jia put the plate in front of Cheng Xiang, and the rich meat aroma made Cheng Xiang open his eyes unconsciously and sat up.
Seeing his father enjoying himself after biting a piece of meat, Cheng Jia smiled and said, "My younger brother is almost five years old, should my father let him go to school?"
Cheng Xiang was slightly taken aback, then nodded. His main wife passed away early after leaving him a son and a daughter. His son had shown great talent since he was a child, and he still had some affection for the aunt who was promoted by his personal servant girl at that time, so he didn't continue the string, but concentrated on cultivating him. Son, later he became the prime minister, he was busy with business, so his son couldn't take care of it, but fortunately, this son was really competitive, even if no one took care of him, he became the youngest number one scholar in Dazhou, and he didn't care about it after that son. As for the youngest son born to Aunt Yue, he never cared much about it. Now that Cheng Jia mentioned it, he remembered that it was not good for Cheng Xing to be raised by Aunt Yue at the age of five.
But this son who has never worried him is really giving him a headache now. Not only does he live with that woman, but he also half-discloses his position, which makes him, the prime minister who has always been a centrist, very passive.
"Father, the Dong family and the Wang family are too rampant. If they ascend the throne, it will definitely be disadvantageous to us and Qingliu. Father, have you ever thought about it, Fourth Prince?" Looking at the prime minister's resentful eyes, Cheng Jia twisted his head. Meat, asked with a smile.
"Fourth prince?" Cheng Xiang sat up unknowingly, and looked at Cheng Jia with deeper eyes. Behind the fourth prince is the Deng family, which can be regarded as a scholarly family, and Emperor Xiwen likes it the most. Emperor Xiwen has mentioned to him several times in private that he wants to make the fourth prince the crown prince.
"The fourth prince is virtuous and corporal, and he is very friendly to scholars, and he does not have a strong background, so he must rely on us Qingliu for support. Compared with the Dong family and Wang family who regard us as enemies, it is much easier to control." Seemingly not seeing Cheng Xiang's gaze, Cheng Jia lowered his eyes and said.
"Jia'er, we should not participate in the prince's matter, just wait and see." Cheng Xiang said in a low voice.
"If, my son understands." Cheng Jia agreed, then pushed the plate closer to Cheng Xiang, got up and got out of the tent.
He knew very well who his father was. He said he was the leader of Qingliu, but he was actually the most powerful person. No matter who the eldest prince and second prince were in power, someone would definitely overwhelm him. How could such a thing be allowed to happen with his father's mind? He has been keeping silent on the matter of setting up the crown prince, he is afraid that he has some thoughts in his heart, he tried it today, and it really is.
In this case, when both Cheng Xiang and Emperor Xiwen thought that the time was not ripe, they would not appoint a crown prince. In the future, the competition in the court will inevitably become more sinister! However, these have nothing to do with him, as long as someone picks this head, they will naturally fight until their heads are broken. As long as they can't help it, and then give a fatal blow, the dynasty will collapse.
I don't know how long this happy life can last...
Because Yan Qi's appearance was too beautiful, Ling Qingyu asked Yan Qi to sit in the carriage with him instead of showing his face outside. After reading so many gossips from the Red Chamber, the conclusion is that the big families in Bianjing are really the base camp of dog-blood dramas. The women's relatives don't talk about it, and the men play it even more, except for those who pick up ashes and rob Good people, there are more people who like chrysanthemums. Most people keep a few beautiful servants just to relieve their fire. Although Yan Qi is getting older, his looks and temperament are becoming more and more attractive, thinking that if he is favored by others...
"I'm so old and still get raped, I'm afraid I won't even get my life back." As if talking to himself, Ling Qingyu didn't pay attention to what he said in his heart.
Yan Qi smiled, put her arms around her waist from behind, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone have a chance to touch me, besides, my chrysanthemum, don't you have a lot of fun?"
Ling Qingyu's face turned red, and a mistake would cause eternal hatred!
Seeing her annoyed face blushing and staring at her angrily, Yan Qi couldn't help but hugged her even tighter, and then kissed her lips.
"Yan Qi, this is outside..." As soon as Ling Qingyu said something, his mouth was blocked even more tightly, and then he was released after Ying Shisan coughed softly, feeling even more annoyed He glared at Yan Qi.
Yan Qi just smiled lightly, waved Ying Shisan out, then took her hand and poked it in from under his skirt, and said with a low laugh, "I'll teach you another trick today, okay?"
The curvaceous body is lying on the cushion, the beautiful buttocks are raised, the eyes are like silk, teasing her with water mist, and holding her hand with warm hands towards his buttocks, Ling Qingyu only felt a heat in his nose, quickly raised his head, patted that buttock with his hand, and said, "Still playing!"
Yan Qi giggled, turned over, took a handkerchief to help her wipe the line of nosebleeds, hugged her and said with a smile: "If you like it, just admit it, I also like being treated like this by you," while talking, he posted He went up and said with a smile, "I like both the front and the back."
Ling Qingyu glared at him sideways, and after knowing Yan Qi for so many years, only now did he know what this person's nature was like, he was simply a goblin! What Yan Qi learned in the Red Tower back then was sex besides martial arts, and in order to avenge Wang Yi, he specialized in chrysanthemum. Following his way, after Ling Qingyu was drunk that day, Yan Qi began to teach Ling Qingyu what she had learned, so that she could truly understand and experience how to make a man's chrysanthemum happy, and seeing her tangled, shy but curious appearance It seemed that Yan Qi was very pleased, and made him love her endlessly from then on.
"Yan Qi, you..." Ling Qingyu shot him up and down with unfriendly eyes, and Ling Qingyu snorted.
Leaning on her shoulder, Yan Qi let out a muffled laugh, and then said softly, "I will only be like this to you, don't worry, if someone touches me in the future, it will definitely touch my dead body."
"Yan Qi!" Covering his mouth, Ling Qingyu said angrily, "Don't say that!"
"Well," Yan Qi took her hand with a smile, and said, "I see, even if it's a corpse, you're the only one to touch it, okay?"