In the winter of the thirty-first year of Zhaowu, the Governor of Datong, General Zhenwei, and King Jingyuan Feng Jianping returned to Beijing. Thousands of people are empty, and the people line the road to greet each other.
The chief minister of the cabinet, Yan Zilian, the second assistant, Huo Li, Feng Chuang, the right servant of the Ministry of War, the temporary minister, Zhao Fuyi and other ministers were all ordered by the emperor to go to Yongdingmen to meet King Jingyuan. Of course, the crown prince was also among them.
Yan Sikong lined up on both sides with many superfluous officials. Seeing King Jingyuan leading a dozen guards, he not only remembered that more than ten years ago, he and Yuan Nanyu hid on the Guangning city wall and watched secretly. The Fengjialang flag rose on the horizon, even if it was just riding a horse slowly across the frozen soil of Liaodong, it still had an invincible momentum.
And that world-renowned general with red tassels on his head and wearing a war robe, who is famous all over the world, is riding in the lead, approaching majesticly, just like back then, no one can stop the raging domineering aura from afar.
Yan Sikong's heart trembled slightly, the heroic ambition of his childhood seemed to be awakened instantly, and Yuan Nanyu's youthful voice slowly echoed in his ears.
Walking closer, Feng Jianping turned over and got off the horse neatly, holding the helmet with one hand, and laughed loudly.
Yan Sikong looked over the crowd carefully, more than ten years have passed, his temples are white, and his forehead has a ravine, but he still has sword eyebrows and stars, with a heroic look, his back is straight, his steps are as steady as flying, and the years have not wiped away. Fuck him half heroic.
Yan Sikong couldn't help but imagine what Feng Ye would look like thirty years later, he must be so heroic and extraordinary.
The officials surrounded them and saluted each other.
Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye thump and kneel in front of Feng Jianping, and called out "Father" in a trembling voice.
"My wolf." Feng Jianping helped Feng Ye up, patted his strong arm vigorously, looked at his son who was already taller than himself, his eyes were full of admiration and pride: "You have grown up. "
Everyone couldn't wait to praise Feng Ye and flatter him.
Yan Sikong was not far away, so he could only hear a few words, but he could make a guess.
They exchanged pleasantries for a long time, and suddenly, Feng Jianping said loudly: "Has the prospective husband-in-law of Princess Wanyang come?"
Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at Yan Sikong.
Yan Sikong was caught off guard, froze for a moment, and let out a groan in his heart. He didn't expect to face Feng Jianping suddenly. If Feng Jianping saw his appearance and added his name, it might not be difficult to think of his real identity. Sure enough, he also had a strange expression when he saw Feng Ye.
Yan Zilian said with a smile: "Sikong, don't hurry up and come to see General Feng."
Yan Sikong had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked over. He saw that the way Feng Jianping looked at him changed, became weird, became inquisitive, and finally even frowned.
Yan Sikong walked up to him and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty Yan Sikong, I have met His Royal Highness King Jingyuan."
"...that's too polite." Feng Jianping stared at Yan Sikong with a pair of sharp eyes.
Yan Sikong stood up straight, despite his guilty conscience, he had to face it.
Feng Jianping looked Yan Sikong up and down: "... where are you from?"
"The next official is from Panyang."
"Pan Yang?" Feng Jianping was dubious, he suddenly remembered something, and looked at Feng Ye with questioning eyes.
Feng Ye pretended not to see it, and his expression was normal.
Yan Zilian was puzzled, "General Feng, is there something wrong?"
Feng Jianping restrained his strange expression: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that I'm happy for the princess to see that the son-in-law is so handsome and unrestrained."
"Haha, I am a student, but I am a well-known handsome young master in Beijing. Otherwise, how could I be worthy of a princess."
"It makes sense, haha." Feng Jianping returned to normal, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Yan Ge, please."
"General please."
A group of people filed into the city, and Yan Sikong mingled with the officials, trying to make himself less conspicuous, but he could already predict that when the Feng family father and son were alone, Feng Jianping would definitely question Feng Ye, from Feng Jianping's eyes, It could be seen that Feng Jianping had recognized him.
On that day, Emperor Zhaowu received Feng Jianping with extremely high courtesy in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and praised him for his military exploits.
King Jingyuan was the last vassal king to arrive in Beijing. According to the imperial decree, all the vassal kings within a thousand miles had gathered in the capital to mourn the Empress Dowager.
The Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple had already chosen a new site in a very short period of time after making preparations with their lives, and prepared for a more grand funeral. With lessons learned from the past, everyone knows that if they make a mistake again this time, they will definitely lose their heads.
The funeral is scheduled for the seventh day of next month, and there is still half a month to go.
Emperor Zhaowu wanted to choose a date to hold a banquet for the vassals, and the capital was very lively. Looking at the peaceful scene in the main hall, Yan Sikong secretly hoped that he was worrying too much.
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On the second day after Feng Jianping returned to the capital, Prince Jingyuan sent a servant to invite Yan Sikong to visit the residence.
Yan Sikong knew that he couldn't escape, he just returned home, changed his court clothes, put on regular clothes, and followed the boy to the palace.
It had been a long time since Yan Sikong had entered the palace in a grand manner, now that Feng Jianping invited him, it seemed reasonable, after all, Princess Wanyang was his own niece.
When he arrived at the mansion, the servants led him to the back courtyard. He was very familiar with this road. When he came to Jingyuan Palace for the first time, he and Feng Ye had a drink under the big pagoda tree in the back yard. In winter, the dead leaves of the locust tree have not yet fallen, and it looks a bit bleak.
The Feng family father and son were standing under the tree, talking about something.
Feng Ye saw Yan Sikong first, and secretly blinked at him, his expression not nervous.
Yan Sikong felt a little relieved.
Feng Jianping turned around and stared straight at Yan Sikong.
Yan Sikong bowed: "Your Majesty, I have seen His Royal Highness King Jingyuan, and the prince."
Feng Jianping waved his hand, and retreated the servants: "You don't need to be too polite." The voice was calm, but not angry.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Yan Sikong straightened up.
Feng Jianping walked over, looked Yan Sikong up and down from top to bottom, and then said straightforwardly: "You are Yuan Sikong."
Yan Sikong cupped his hands and said: "Don't dare to hide His Highness, it is true."
Feng Jianping sighed: "I once sent someone to look for you in the northwest, but I was told that you died of early illness in the quarry. How did you escape back, and how did you become a Panyang person?"
Yan Sikong choked, no matter how many times, no matter how many years passed, whenever he heard the news of Yuan Nanyu's death in the quarry, it would make his heart ache. I went to inquire about it, but it's been too long, and the information I got is even more vague than Feng Jianping. He took a deep breath: "I... took the opportunity to escape, and then wandered all over the world. In order to obtain fame and fame, I forged my identity. All of this is a long story."
"You forged your identity and became an official in the court for...revenge?"
Yan Sikong gritted his teeth: "That's right, my father was killed unjustly back then, and my family was ruined because of it. How can I not avenge such bloody hatred?"
Feng Jianping looked deeply at Yan Sikong for a long time, and said, "If General Yuan hadn't led the troops to hold on to the battle of Guangning, the Jin people might have broken Liaodong and taken the capital directly. Such a great feat, but they were raped and wronged." Death is really an eternal hatred."
Yan Sikong nodded tremblingly.
"How will you take revenge?"
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, he couldn't guess how much Feng Ye had confessed to Feng Jianping.
Feng Ye said: "Father, he..."
"Shut up." Feng Jianping looked at Yan Sikong: "I want to listen to you."
Yan Sikong had no choice but to say: "I want to cut off the eunuchs, let Xie Zhongren and Han Zhaoxing obey the law, and clear up my father's grievances. This is not only for revenge, but also for the people."
"Well said." Feng Jianping praised, "The eunuch party deceives the lord and flatters him, disturbs the court, fishes and eats the common people, everyone gets to punish him, and now he even intends to usurp the position of the heir, so he has to be removed."
"Your Highness means..."
Feng Jianping narrowed his eyes: "I was ordered by the late emperor to be stationed in Datong. For more than 30 years, His Majesty has never suspected me. Now that His Majesty insists that I return to the court, I must be deceived by the eunuch's slander. So I returned to the court, Firstly, to show your loyalty to His Majesty, secondly, it is time to purify the imperial court."
Thousands of thoughts suddenly arose in Yan Sikong's mind, and he asked a little abruptly, "Where are the two thousand soldiers and horses His Highness brought from Datong?"
Feng Jianping was startled: "...why do you ask this question?"
Yan Sikong didn't answer directly: "His Royal Highness returned to the court, and he is utterly loyal, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other. However, if His Royal Highness participates in the party struggle, there will definitely be a bloody storm in the court. At that time, everyone will dance like a knife, and their lives will hang by a thread."
Feng Jianping pondered for a moment: "Those two thousand soldiers and horses stationed thirty miles away from the suburbs are all elite soldiers and strong generals of my Feng family army, and they only obey my orders."
Yan Sikong clasped his hands and said: "It seems that His Highness has made up his mind. Teacher, with His Highness's great help, we will be able to wipe out the traitors and restore my country of great glory, moonlight and breeze."
Feng Jianping said with sarcasm: "Your teacher used Jingcha to force me to show my loyalty to the prince. In fact, I also supported the prince. What he did made me really angry. Now your majesty ordered me to return to the court in the name of national mourning." , It is somewhat helpless to come to this point, but it is also an unforgivable fate."
"The teacher's methods are indeed inappropriate, but he has dedicated himself to worrying about the country and the people. I hope His Highness will not blame him."
"Don't worry." Feng Jianping raised his head, looked at the remaining yellow leaves on the tree, and said with emotion, "Although Mr. Yan Ge is a bit authoritarian and domineering, he is still a generation of virtuous ministers. If we can work with him to eradicate the eunuchs, Support the prince, I am far away at the border, so I can rest assured."
"Father." Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong, "We will be invincible and invincible if we join forces."
Feng Jianping smiled wryly: "I have been on the battlefield for forty years, and I never dared to say that I am invincible and invincible. Wolf, every battle we fight, no matter how big or small, no matter how big or small, no matter whether it is a sword, light, sword, or verbal battle, it is very important. Don't underestimate the enemy, you have to be careful every step of the way, until the enemy really dies, don't relax in the slightest."
Feng Ye made a sonorous and forceful voice: "My child understands!"