The news of the return of Prince Jingyuan's son to the capital caused quite a stir among the dignitaries in the capital for a while, and many people wanted to make friends. Of course, they also wanted to see how respectable the rumored little wolf king Kong Wu was. , In the past few days, they have come to visit in turn, but no matter who comes, they are all rejected on the grounds that "the royal family is exhausted, and the body is in violation of harmony".
For a while, it made the celebrities in the capital quite unhappy, and the rumors about him became even more outrageous.
When Yan Sikong heard about this, he felt it was funny. Ordinary people probably think that Feng Ye is so arrogant because he is the heir of Prince Jingyuan, but in fact, he was so virtuous when he was a little fart. However, this also reminded him that he must find an appropriate time to meet Feng Ye, Jingyuan's throne is high and powerful, and there are as many people as Guo Jiang Zhiqing who want to cling to the prince, so he can't be abrupt.
But he didn't expect that he would have a chance to meet Feng Ye soon.
Emperor Zhaowu wanted to hold a spring hunt in the mountain and sea paddock, and at the same time welcome Feng Ye. Most of the officials and nobles in the capital were included in the banquet. No matter what, Feng Ye could not refuse the emperor's invitation.
The mountain and sea paddock is the royal hunting garden, with lush water and grass, and birds and animals everywhere. At that time, the emperor Taizu fell in love with this treasure land with "thousands of miles of mountains and rivers connected far away, and the nine-sided shape is better than the capital of God". Since then, more than 200 years, Chen The descendants of the Sheng Dynasty will hunt here as their coming-of-age ceremony.
Naturally, Yan Sikong was not invited, but after a little pleading with Yan Zilian, they went together. He knew that he might not even have the chance to get close to Fengye, but he could see Fengye's true face, so he might be curious.
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On the day of the spring hunting, Yan Zilian's coachman picked up Yan Sikong, and the two of them drove together to the Shanhai paddock.
On the way, Yan Zilian stroked his beard and smiled, "Hexuan doesn't like to join in the fun, but you do."
Yan Sikong had almost grasped Yan Zilian's delicate thoughts towards the two of them, pretended not to understand what was in the words, and said happily: "The student has never seen a hunt, let alone a royal hunt, it must be an unprecedented event!"
Yan Zilian is a veteran of the three dynasties and has been an official for forty years. His eyes are very poisonous. Yan Zilian appreciates Shen Hexuan's talent and demeanor, but he doesn't like his rigidity and inflexibility. On the other hand, Yan Sikong is clever and intelligent, but a little bit It's a little smoother, but it can't be perfect.
Yan Sikong knew that sooner or later his ambition could not be hidden. In order not to arouse Yan Zilian's concerns, he would often pretend to be childish and aggressive because of his youth, so that Yan Zilian felt that he was easy to control.
As the chief assistant of the cabinet, Yan Zilian appears to be an extremely human minister, but in fact he has been suppressed by Xie Zhongren and other eunuchs. , is a very important matter that he can control, and even determines Dasheng's future court situation. He must choose someone he can trust and control.
Yan Sikong is working hard to fit Yan Zilian's ideals, otherwise he wouldn't be favored by Yan Zilian in a year as the ninth Jinshi. Yan Zilian may have an old-fashioned eye, but in the forty years of the imperial court, the people he has come into contact with have been transferred back and forth. They are all relatives of the emperor, officials, gentry and nobles. Before, he would definitely "pretend" Yan Sikong who fits his current status.
Sure enough, Yan Zilian pretended to be serious: "You asked me to take you to the spring hunting, is it for fun? You are already a minister of Dasheng, so you must not lose your dignity."
Yan Sikong clasped his hands and said, "The teacher taught you well, but the students are frivolous."
Yan Zilian nodded: "Today's spring hunting, His Majesty's intention is not hunting, but the prince."
"The teacher means..."
"The little prince was young and energetic, and relying on his father's heavy army, he didn't pay attention to anyone. He turned away all the people who came to visit him. His Majesty summoned him back to Beijing to restrain King Jingyuan. With such arrogance, how can we not take the opportunity to kill his majesty."
"The teacher is right." Yan Sikong rolled his eyes, "I don't know how His Majesty wants to kill him?"
Yan Zilian shook his head: "As a teacher, I don't know, but there must be something good to watch today."
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When we arrived at the Shanhai paddock, on the vast grassland, more than a dozen military tents were erected, surrounded by the largest and most magnificent one in the middle, and the royal banner was waving in the wind.
The spring hunting is about to start, the emperor brought his concubines and princes to sit on the top seat, Yan Sikong bid farewell to Yan Zilian for a while, found Zhou Mixing, Liang Sui and others, and sat with them.
After taking his seat, Yan Sikong couldn't control himself, and searched for someone around the main stage.
"Sikong, what are you looking at?" Liang Sui asked.
Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slipped slightly, and he said in a calm tone as much as possible: "My little brother has always wanted to see Xie Gonggong's dignity."
"Oh, there." Liang Sui whispered into Yan Sikong's ear, "I'm not old enough to die."
Following Liang Sui's gaze, Yan Sikong saw an old eunuch in silver brocade clothes, his temples were already dyed white, his eyelids drooped feebly, but he still couldn't hide his sharp pupils, He kicked his hands and sat in front of the table, steadfastly remaining silent, not knowing what vicious schemes were going on in his mind.
Yan Sikong couldn't suppress the overwhelming hatred, his hands hanging under the table tightly grasped the skirt of the robe, and lowered his head to cover himself.
Xie Zhongren was right in front of his eyes, he wished he could taste the flesh and blood of this eunuch himself!
"Sikong, what's wrong?"
Yan Sikong paused for a moment, and when he raised his head, he had returned to his normal state, and said with a light smile, "It's nothing."
There was a lot of noise around, Zhou Mixing shouted: "Hey, the little prince is here!"
Everyone looked at the back, but saw a light horse riding on the green, the grass waves were floating like waves, and a pure white horse was like an egret skimming the water at low altitude, light and vigorous, as if it would spread its wings in the next second Pulling up to the clear sky, full of the beauty of power.
And the person on the horse made everyone stunned.
What a handsome and handsome young man he is, his eyebrows are like a painting, his face is curved like a sculpture, his deep eyes are full of determination, and he is as breathtaking as a wolf. He is obviously a tall man, but his lips are as red as vermilion, thick black The locks of hair fluttering in the wind along with the horse's mane, that heroic posture is like a god descending from the earth, making people reluctant to look away.
He quickly reined in the reins, turned over and got off the horse neatly, knelt down on one knee, and clasped his fists vigorously. The movement was done in one go, and he said loudly, neither humble nor overbearing: "The humble minister is in the wild, and I greet the emperor and the empress. Long live my emperor, long live, long live."
The bold and unruly boy's voice echoed throughout the paddock, shaking everyone's hearts.
Emperor Zhaowu was probably also intimidated by Feng Ye, he paused for a while, and then said: "Ah, Aiqing should be flat."
Feng Ye stood up.
He was dressed in black riding clothes, only wearing breastplate and armguards, which tightened his waist, making him extremely slender and strong, even his figure was outstanding.
Yan Sikong stared blankly at the person who was only a dozen or so meters away from him, and his heart was surging for a moment, it is hard to describe the feeling at this moment.
He hadn't experienced the slightest bit of happiness for a long time, but being able to see an old friend in this cold imperial city did give him some comfort. He even thought, how about just like this, as if the two have never met, and they will be like strangers in the future, in the deepest part of his heart, maybe "Yuan Sikong" still has a breath, and he is unwilling to use Feng Ye.
Empress Xu smiled lightly and said: "General Feng's son is really handsome and handsome, I have never seen such a good-looking young man in this Palace."
Emperor Zhaowu stroked his beard and smiled: "That's true, Empress, Fengye hasn't married yet, so I'll have to give you more attention to this matter."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty."
Feng Ye cupped his hands calmly and said, "Thank you Your Majesty, thank you Empress."
Yan Sikong closed his eyes. Over the years, he has made every step of the way, and whenever he decides to take a step, he is firm, but at this moment, he hesitates in his heart.