Feng Ye's return to Beijing this time was nominally to report on his father's duties.
Debriefing can also be replaced by a son, which has never been heard of in ancient times. Everyone knows in their hearts that it is a debriefing, but in fact it is coming back to be a proton.
Over the past twenty years, after the death or resignation of the three governors of Datong, and the fact that Wala became more and more powerful, Feng Jianping made an exception and became the first general in the history of Dasheng to sit on the position of governor, which means that he not only Controlled the political power of the entire Datong Mansion, and also grasped the military power of more than 200,000 in his own hands.
Datong Mansion is only three or four days away from the capital, and it is an important defensive area in the northwest of the Central Plains. Once the defense line of Datong collapses and Wala takes advantage of the trend, half of Dasheng will be gone. Therefore, Emperor Zhaowu is extremely dependent on Feng Jianping and is extremely jealous Feng Jianping gave him military power and recalled his only son back to Beijing.
I am afraid that only a foolish king like Chen Yan would dare to entrust the political power and military power of the sixteen prefectures and seventy-seven counties of Datong Prefecture to one person, so that he can support his troops with self-respect, and the army is powerful. If the wise and mighty Emperor Taizu Knowing that his descendants are so absurd, he is afraid that he will be able to survive from the ground.
However, it was precisely because Chen Yan was the one who did this, that the people in the world would not be surprised. After all, he was also the one who gave up the natural dangers of the seven prefectures in Liaobei and opened the door to Liaodong.
Of course, this is good news for Yan Sikong, and Feng Ye's return to Beijing is even more good news for him.
At this time, he was in the Hanlin Academy, listening to Yan Zilian's teachings with Shen Hexuan.
"You two are smart and reasonable, and you are the future pillars of my Dasheng. Among the new scholars, I am most optimistic about you. The Nikkei Banquet did not disappoint me."
Yan Sikong said: "Thank you teacher for giving me this opportunity, the students are very flattered."
Shen Hexuan also cupped his hands and said: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace the teacher's reputation."
"Above the sutra feast, Hexuan's lectures are excellent, but a bit boring. The Holy One doesn't like to listen, and Sikong, although it is very interesting and pleases the Holy One, but it loses the seriousness of the lectures. In my opinion, they are not good enough. , at the next sutra banquet, you will ask each other for advice, take advantage of others' strengths, and make up for your own weaknesses."
The two said in unison: "Yes."
"Okay, it's late, you go back."
"Teacher won't go home tonight?" Shen Hexuan said, "But there are still official documents that have not been approved? The students are willing to stay and assist the teacher."
"No, I'm going to visit my friends later, you go back."
The two bowed and slowly backed out.
Walking to the courtyard, Yan Sikong said: "Brother Shen, Liang and the others have made an appointment to have a drink at Baisheng Tower today. I heard that Mr. Zhou Mixing is playing tricks, why don't we go together."
Shen Hexuan said politely: "Thank you dear brother, I still have some business to do, so I won't go."
Yan Sikong smiled and said: "Then the younger brother is one step ahead."
The two bid farewell.
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Zhou Mixing is the eldest son of the governor of Shuntian Prefecture. This person can't pass the examination for fame, but he loves poetry and wine, and also likes to make friends with famous people. He often hosts banquets for all parties. Liang Sui is a descendant of a family in the suburbs of the capital, and Zhou Mixing has been friends with Zhou Mixing since he was young. At the same time, he and Yan Sikong were elected at the same time, and the two became friends. Through Liang Sui, he met many celebrities.
When Yan Sikong arrived at the restaurant, Liang Sui was waiting below to greet the guests. When he saw him, he walked over with a smile: "Sikong, did 'Sanyuanlang' reject you again?"
They, a group of new scholars, nicknamed Shen Hexuan "Sanyuanlang" in private. Although it was not malicious, it was somewhat displeased with his pretentiousness and never played with them.
Yan Sikong spread his hands helplessly: "Do you need to say anything?"
"Young Master Zhou has always wanted to see this prodigy who won three consecutive yuan, but I think it's better if he doesn't come." Liang Sui curled his lips, "So as not to offend others."
Yan Sikong smiled and said: "Yes, let's go, let's go in."
Yan Sikong admired Shen Hexuan, but he just looked at him, busy with official duties all day long, stubborn and unreasonable, and only sighed in his heart. This is a person who can be learned, but such a person is not suitable for being an official. I'm afraid that sooner or later there will be a catastrophe.
During the banquet, everyone couldn't help asking about Yan Sikong's incident at the Nikkei banquet. They had already heard the rumors, "I heard that San Yuanlang reprimanded the Holy Majesty for his improper posture, but is it true?"
Yan Sikong smiled wryly: "Yes, it's disrespectful to say 'a ruler'?"
"Hahaha, he is really a strange person."
"This man has talent and learning, but his head is as rigid as elm wood."
"Don't tell me, I think it's because he has a hard-headed mind and specializes in drilling holes that he can win three yuan. Otherwise..." a Jinshi complimented, "Brother Yan's talent is not inferior to him at all."
"That's right, Brother Yan's poems and paintings are so beautiful that I am waiting."
"Don't dare to do it, absolutely don't dare to do it." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "I only read some unofficial historical essays, it's hard to be elegant."
Everyone praised each other again, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.
I don't know who started again, talking about the return of Prince Jingyuan's son to Beijing.
Zhou Mixing smiled and said: "Before I left, my father told me that the son's carriage and horses have already arrived at the post station, and he will enter Beijing early tomorrow morning."
"I still can't believe that the Holy Majesty gave the military power to King Jingyuan. It's simply..."
"Who said no?"
Everyone had a lot of things in their stomachs, and they didn't dare to say it on weekdays, but they dared to say one or two with the help of wine: "That's why we want to bring that little son back to the capital, King Jingyuan has only one son left, take him Just capture King Jingyuan, His Majesty is not defenseless."
Liang Sui sighed: "I'm worried, this little prince is not a fuel-efficient lamp, haven't you all heard the rumors about him?"
Most of Zhou Mixing's dinner party today were new scholars. He had not been in court for a long time and had no access to any secrets. Naturally, he didn't know much. Everyone immediately became curious about Liang Sui's words and asked him to continue.
Yan Sikong took a sip of his wine, smiled lightly and remained silent.
Liang Suidao: "The little prince is nicknamed 'Little Wolf King'. He was born in the military camp and grew up in the military camp."
"Wow, he must be a fierce general."
"It's more than that." Zhou Mixing also said mysteriously, "I heard that he was born with supernatural power, he was born with a hulking back, his arms hang down to his knees, his eyes are like copper bells, his voice is like a bell, and his temples are thick like a beast..."
Yan Sikong couldn't hold back, and spewed out the wine in one gulp.
"Brother Yan, what's wrong?"
Yan Sikong coughed hard: "Wine... this wine is strong enough..."
"Hahaha, this is punishment for Brother Yan to drink alone, come, come, let's go together."
After drinking, they urged Zhou Mixing to continue talking.
"In short, this 'Little Wolf King' is obtained because of its wolf-like appearance."
"Oh." Everyone nodded.
Liang Suidao: "I think this title doesn't just refer to his appearance."
"Your brother is right. This little son is really a general. He is a fierce man by nature. He went into battle at the age of eleven and killed the enemy. At the age of fourteen, his elder brother was ambushed. He led a team of hundreds of elite cavalry to kill the enemy. Beheaded General Wala under his horse, snatched back his brother's body, and became famous in the first battle!" Zhou Mixing followed up excitedly, "Afterwards, he followed King Jingyuan to charge into battle, extremely brave, and the people of Datong sent Xiao Shizi to another A nickname - 'God of War'."
There was a trace of sadness in Yan Sikong's eyes, and he took another sip of wine silently.
Everyone praised: "It's really a hero out of a boy."
Liang Suidao: "That's why I said that it is really disturbing to recall such a person back to Beijing for a pledge."
"Brother Liang's concerns are reasonable."
"He's coming to Beijing tomorrow? I want to see what this young prince is like."
"Haha, with such an appearance, I'm afraid the child will pee his pants in fear."
Zhou Mixing's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands fiercely: "Hey, I have a suggestion."
"Brother Zhou, please tell me."
"This Baisheng Building is the most prosperous place in the city. The young prince must pass through this street when he enters the city. We will drink all night and never return. We will be here tomorrow morning to see the respect of the little wolf king. Your approval." How is it?"
Liang Sui pretended to be displeased and said, "It's not good, it's been a long night, if Brother Zhou doesn't invite the girl from Zuixianglou opposite to play and sing, I'll go home right away."
"Hahahahaha, you kid."
Everyone agreed. Zhou Mixing has always lived extravagantly, drinking and having fun with him.
After a while, seven or eight beauties walked in one by one, singing and dancing together, making the room even more luxurious.
Liang Sui drank too much, put his arms around Yan Sikong's shoulders, and teased: "Sikong, I usually ask you to go to Zuixianglou, but you don't go, but today I have a chance to treat you, although, haha, yes Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha."
Yan Sikong patted Liang Sui's chest, and said half jokingly and half seriously: "Brother Liang, you and I have already entered official positions, so we should be more cautious in private."
Liang Sui is a child of a family, even if it is rumored to hang out in sensual places, it will be fine, but he can't, he doesn't want people to catch half of it.
"Hey, you, did you work with that Sanyuanlang every day, and you were also infected by him? Talented and romantic, talented and romantic, both are indispensable, hahahahaha—" Liang Suizie laughed, "But, you see She is unmoved by her beauty, could it be..."
The people around laughed and said, "Could it be that Brother Yan has a unique taste and doesn't love his daughter..."
Yan Sikong said with a smile: "Don't make fun of me, I'm a scholar from the countryside, I've never seen the world."
"Hahaha, no, I don't think it's right. I see, it's Yan's younger brother Maung Sai Panan. How can such a vulgar fan catch his eyes."
"It makes sense, Sikong is so pretty, you say it's him who prostituted others, or someone else prostituted him, it's a loss, hahahahaha!"
The whole room burst into laughter.
Yan Sikong can drink very well, but he just pretended to be drunk, his eyes were still sober and clear. Seeing this group of nobles and celebrities who are usually dignified and dignified are now showing all their ugliness, my heart is as calm as an ancient well.
He really doesn't like women's sex, of course, he doesn't like men's sex either, eroticism is meaningless to him. What he wanted required him to fight with his life, so how could he lose himself above the low-level desires.
In the middle of the night, someone was too drunk to get up on the couch, someone hugged the girl and went to the next door, there was no lamp in the house, Yan Sikong sat on the soft couch, let the cool breeze of early spring blow away the alcohol, and looked out the window at the bustling capital city In the dark of night, I fell into deep thought.
Ten years, ten years have passed.
He changed back to his original surname, forged his background, and as his biological father requested, he took part in the scientific examination at the age of nineteen. Then it took a year to make friends with dignitaries, explore the intricate relationship in the officialdom, get the appreciation of the chief minister of the cabinet, and be familiar with the emperor and all officials through the feast.
For a new Jinshi, this is already smooth sailing.
But still too slow. Although he didn't dare to enter the top three in order not to show his edge, but with an ordinary ranking, it really took a lot of effort to squeeze out so many people and get the appreciation of Yan Zilian with sharp eyes. The next step , he must become the attendant of the emperor or the crown prince, otherwise he may have to spend ten or twenty years before he can get close to the center of power. He can't wait that long, and he will never let those people die.
Yan Sikong drank the wine in the glass, glanced at the dark street, and thought of the center of their discussion today - "Feng Ye".
He sent someone to check Feng Ye, so he was already familiar with those rumors.
But what has become of that person? It's not like they say, the hair on the temples is as thick as a beast. Yan Sikong smiled slightly, lying on his back on the soft couch, feeling drowsy.
Feng Ye, it's been ten years since he left, and his past as "Yuan Sikong" has been gone for ten years.
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Yan Sikong was awakened by shaking.
He opened his eyes, and saw Liang Sui's swollen face appeared in his line of sight: "Sikong, wake up, the little prince has entered Beijing."
Yan Sikong turned over and sat up instinctively, but immediately slowed down, leaned limply against the edge of the window, stroked his forehead with his hands, and felt like he had a headache, worried that Liang Sui would see that he knew kung fu.
"Hey, I also have a severe headache. After watching Xiao Shizi, I will send you home."
Yan Sikong shook his head and smiled wryly: "Thank you Brother Liang."
Most of the people at the banquet yesterday were awake and gathered in front of the window, watching from afar the team of Prince Jingyuan entering the city.
In the capital, horses are not allowed to ride unless there is a special permit, or for the purpose of carrying out maintenance, but they clearly saw the leader of the team, sitting firmly on a big horse, but wearing a straw hat, so they couldn't see his face clearly.
"My good fellow, the Holy Majesty actually allowed him to ride into Beijing on horseback."
The team got closer and closer, Yan Sikong only felt his heart beat hard a few times, he stared at the man on horseback, really wanted to see through the straw hat to see what kind of person was inside.
The man was armored, tall and burly, sitting on the back of a horse, with his waist straight.
"Hey, he must be full of sideburns like a beast to cover his face."
"That makes sense. Judging by his figure, he doesn't look like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old."
"I said, is it possible that King Jingyuan's birth of this son has something to do with him taking a wolf as his teacher?"
"I'm afraid it's..."
When the team passed the Baisheng Building, the leader suddenly pulled the reins lightly and stopped. As soon as he stopped, the followers also stopped immediately. It was obvious that they were well-disciplined and well-trained.
The onlookers on the street and everyone upstairs were stunned.
The general on the horse suddenly raised his head and looked in their direction.
Everyone was shocked, Yan Sikong's heart trembled even more.
Under the coir hat, black silk covers the face, only a pair of wolf-like sharp eyes can be seen, just one glance, as if they are about to pounce on them and tear people to pieces alive.
The people upstairs didn't dare to take a breath, and Yan Sikong instinctively retracted his head from the window.
He quickly lowered his head, the long legs hanging on both sides pinched the horse's belly again, and left.
Yan Sikong recovered from the shock, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he first saw Feng Ye ten years ago.
That eight-year-old boy was lying on the horse's back, drool-drool in his sleep, with a naive look, as if everything in the world was less important than a sweet dream at this moment.
In ten years, he has changed, Feng Ye has also changed, he is neither a thing nor a person.