Datong has ushered in a scorching summer, and the weather this year is hotter than in previous years. The inspection team of King Zhenbei went all the way north to Liaodong, and it became cooler and cooler as they went.
When I came to Guangning again, it was already autumn, and the city wall that was almost destroyed by the artillery stones of the Jin soldiers had been repaired, and on the basis of the original city wall structure, a real urn city was built at the east and west gates, which is more beautiful than before. impregnable.
Liang Huiyong was still serving as the general of Liaodong, and the prefect of Liaodong was an old official sent by Feng Ye from Datong. The person recommended by Yan Sikong before was also reused.
Returning to Guangning again, the place is calm and peaceful, which is unimaginable. Only a few months ago, there were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood under the city walls.
After being harassed by barbarians for nearly thirty years, the people of Liaodong finally saw hope. It was the autumn harvest time, and every household was looking forward to the prosperity of the Niangu, so that they could truly live and work in peace.
When Feng Ye entered the city, the alleys were empty with thousands of people, and the common people lined up to greet each other, bowing down to King Zhenbei who repelled the golden soldiers for them.
Yan Sikong rode his horse and followed behind Feng Ye, seeing that the faces of the people no longer had fear and despair, but a sincere smile, and felt comforted.
Feng Ye, on the other hand, had a faint smile on his face at first, but later returned to the post house with a straight face.
The Liaodong officials didn't know why Feng Ye was unhappy. Except for Liang Huiyong, most of the others had just been appointed, and they were afraid that they would disappoint King Zhenbei if they didn't handle things well.
After all, Liang Huiyong and Feng Ye had fought side by side, so he tried to ask on behalf of others: "Your Highness, are you tired from the journey?"
Yan Sikong looked at Fengye puzzled, and it was not good for him to ask Fengye directly in front of everyone.
Feng Ye glanced at them: "No."
"Then..." Liang Huiyong said bluntly, "If your Highness feels that your subordinates are not doing well, feel free to punish them."
"Let me ask you, who is responsible for defending Liaodong?"
"Of course it belongs to His Highness." The officials and generals agreed one after another.
"anything else?"
"Also..." a young general flattered, "General Yuan and Zongbing Liang also contributed a lot."
Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, his eyes turned cold.
The man's face changed, and he didn't dare to vent his anger.
Liang Huiyong immediately understood Feng Ye's meaning, and said seriously: "Lord Yan deserves the most credit."
Everyone was silent, Yan Sikong suddenly felt like sitting on pins and needles, he said: "Your Highness..."
Feng Ye raised his hand: "Don't talk." Then he pointed to Liang Huiyong, "Liang Zongbing is right, without Yan Sikong, there would be no Liaodong today, you know me, why others don't know, why the people don't know ?”
"This..." Liang Huiyong didn't know how to answer.
Yan Sikong said: "Your Highness, you must be tired after traveling all the way. What's the matter, let's discuss it tomorrow."
"I'm not tired." Feng Ye opened his mouth to say something else.
"Your Highness." Yan Sikong emphasized his tone, "You adults have been waiting for you outside the city gate all day, and you are also tired."
Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong, hesitated for a moment, and said: "You guys go down first, and we will talk about the banquet tomorrow."
"yes."
After everyone left, Yan Sikong said helplessly, "What are you doing?"
Feng Ye stretched out his hand towards him: "Konger, come here."
Yan Sikong walked over, and was pulled by Feng Ye to sit on his lap. He supported Yan Sikong's back and said softly: "Today, the people lined the road to meet me, and they shouted thank you all the way, thank you General Soldier Liang, thank you!" General Yuan, how about you, do they remember that you are the one who should be thanked the most?"
"I am notorious, how can the people change their opinion of me just because of a document of commendation."
"Then let them listen to the rumors?"
Yan Sikong said calmly: "It's not all rumors, I have indeed done many things that people despise, so I don't blame people for criticizing them."
"Your meritorious deeds outweigh your demerits, how can you be buried." Feng Ye unconsciously tightened his arms around Yan Sikong, feeling distressed.
Yan Sikong smiled and shook his head: "That's the case, the common people won't bother to find out the truth, I'm just their talk after dinner, if you forcefully rectify my name, it will only appear to be a cover-up, and it will be even more counterproductive."
Feng Yejian frowned, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to make you feel wronged, they told you..."
"'The Wall Rider'." Yan Sikong laughed, "If this title is left in the history books, it will be very interesting."
"Konger." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "Even if you don't care what the world thinks of you, don't you care about your hometown? Why do you have to be brave in front of me?"
Yan Sikong smiled freely: "I am alone. After a hundred years, I will leave nothing behind. I will let future generations comment on my merits and demerits. If you want to do something for me, why don't you... build an ancestral hall for my father .”
"Okay." Feng Ye said without hesitation, "I will let future generations remember the fame of General Yuanmao."
"That's enough." Yan Sikong squeezed Feng Ye's chin, and pressed a kiss on his lips.
Feng Ye gently rubbed his face: "If you want me to do anything else, just say it."
Yan Sikong stared into Feng Ye's eyes, and said clearly: "I want you to take good command of the northern border, and when the people are rich and the soldiers are strong, lead the army across Huangshui, take back the seven prefectures in northern Liaoning, The golden dogs will be wiped out."
Feng Ye solemnly said: "In my lifetime."
Yan Sikong leaned into Feng Ye's arms, quietly listening to the powerful heartbeat, with a smile on his lips, only this person in this world could give him inner peace and stability.
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Although Yan Sikong persuaded Feng Ye not to do anything more, Feng Ye still ordered the historian to re-edit his deeds. The reason why Yan Sikong didn't want him to do this was because King Zhenbei could write the history of Liaodong, but the Son of Heaven could write the history of the world. He didn't know what position Chen Yu would give him in the history books.
The ancestral hall of Yuanmao was also selected by Yan Sikong himself from a treasured location outside the city, and construction started. Word of mouth is unavoidably inaccurate, and history books are inevitably biased. Even the change of dynasties and the change of surnames have happened several times in the past thousands of years. I am afraid that none of these can compare with this Yuangong Temple with mud tiles and stone walls. Sturdy and durable.
As long as it stands upright, Yuanmao's life will be praised and worshiped forever.
After Yan Sikong supervised the work for half a day, he returned to the city and learned that Feng Ye was watching the sunset from the top of the city tower. He also came to the city wall and climbed up the stairs. He saw a tall figure standing at the top of the city, looking at a round of orange-red fields. The setting sun hangs in the sky, really like a mass of burning ground fire, burning through the clouds for half a day.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Ye knew who it was without turning his head, and he ordered his left and right: "Stand back."
Yan Sikong walked up to him, stood side by side with him, teasingly said: "Why is King Zhenbei so excited to watch the sunset today?"
"Today's sunset is exceptionally beautiful." Feng Ye said with a smile, "Such a beautiful twilight should not be admired alone. I was thinking of you in my heart, and you came here. Isn't it a coincidence?"
"The mind is connected, and there is a consonance." Yan Sikong glanced at him with a smile, feeling a little emotional in his heart, "If we hadn't guarded this city, we wouldn't be able to enjoy this beautiful scenery here."
Feng Ye said: "There are countless beauties in this world, and none of them can be given to the barbarians."
Before Yan Sikong's eyes, there was a picture of the army pressing down on the city under the city tower. It was the determination of countless people to sacrifice their lives for righteousness that could keep the aliens out of the city gate forever. To be able to stand here alive, I don't know how much blood and tears will be baptized . There was some throbbing in his heart, and he said softly: "That's right, not a single piece of territory can be allowed."
Feng Ye turned his head and glanced at Yan Sikong, then hugged him into his arms: "How is the ancestral hall repaired?"
"It went well, but it's a pity that Nan Yu didn't know how to see it."
"I know you're worried about him."
At this time, Yuan Nanyu was collecting tribute in Datong. After the autumn harvest, he had to personally escort the tribute to the capital. This was their original agreement with Chen Yu.
"He is already your right commander, the great general of Hussars, he should face all the bloody storms by himself, but in my heart..." Yan Sikong sighed, "He will always be my younger brother who didn't grow up."
"I understand, but you have to trust him, not to mention that Chen Yu would never dare to be presumptuous." Feng Ye's eyes darkened at the mention of that name, "I just received a tip today that Chen Chun died suddenly and Concubine Wen Gui hanged herself. I took revenge, but I guess the one he hates the most and wants to kill the most should be Chen Xing."
Yan Sikong shook his head: "No matter how much hatred he has in his heart, he would not dare to kill his father and king just after he ascended the throne, but he will be rebuked by the officials for such a bold murder of his siblings. This time, he should have no spare energy to embarrass Nan Yu. .”
"Yes, we have just formed an alliance, so it's not good to break our promise immediately, and we can find an excuse to change someone next year."
Yan Sikong nodded: "He doesn't dare to do anything."
The two cuddled together and watched the sunset quietly, feeling that this moment was so beautiful.
"...Konger, let's go horseback riding tomorrow, to the racecourse in Guangning." Feng Ye said softly.
"The horse farm has long been deserted."
"I want to go and have a look, maybe I can find even one stable in my memory."
Yan Sikong smiled: "Why bother." He untied the dagger Feng Ye gave him back then from his waist, "This dagger is our witness back then."
Feng Ye reached out and took the dagger, looked at it carefully, and then took the blade out of its sheath.
This is the first knife that Feng Jianping gave him. When he was a child, he thought it was long and heavy, and it was difficult to dance it. Now it is so small and light in his hands.
Feng Ye held the dagger, imitating the appearance of a child, pointed at the void with a sharp blade, and said loudly and proudly: "You and I have made an agreement here. Ten years later, you will be a high-ranking official and I will be a general. We will join hands and secure peace." Internally and externally, how about helping the country, expelling the barbarians, and pacifying the world, making an indelible contribution, and leaving a name for the ages?!"
Yan Sikong's heart moved, and he also shouted at the red sun, which has been going to and from the past and never changed: "Make an indelible merit, and leave a name for the ages! One word is settled!"
After finishing speaking, Yan Sikong suddenly felt his nose sore, and almost burst into tears.
How many naive and ignorant people, how many young ambitions, have been crushed in the grinding of the world. Looking back, even if you can say your dreams word for word, you can’t find your faith at that time, and no one can become a young man. The imaginary people, the establishment of imaginary achievements, are even distorted by fate into completely different appearances.
This hand of destiny has wrung off countless dreams and beliefs, and they are already dripping with blood.
It may be a gift that they can still stand side by side now.
Feng Ye also had mixed feelings, he held Yan Sikong's hand tightly: "Fate is impermanent, I cherish every moment when you and I are hand in hand." He has experienced loss, and he will never be called that kind of despair repeat.
Yan Sikong turned his head and looked at him: "Me too, the more I believe in fate, the more I feel that everything between you and me is destined."
Feng Ye and Yan Sikong interlocked their fingers: "Yes, we are destined to meet, to be entangled, and to stay together." His eyes were affectionate and firm, "If fate dares to separate us, I will fight with all my life." , so in this life, we will be together."
A gentle look appeared on Yan Sikong's face. He leaned on Feng Ye's shoulder and said with a smile, "I know." In countless days and nights of scheming and intrigue, he dare not imagine that a person like him can There are moments of pure joy and tenderness.
After many trials and tribulations, his body has already been bruised and bruised, but at least at this moment, his heart can no longer be more satisfied.
Because of Feng Ye.
Only Feng Ye.
No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, they will go on together until the end.
"Fengye."
"Ok."
"Do you remember the winter hunting that year?"
"Remember."
"Actually, the world war between you and Chen Kui was also doomed at that time."
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"Father." A handsome boy was holding a large stack of books, running in the luxurious mansion, his face was flushed, he was panting, but his legs were running steadily and fast, "Father—"
"Qing'er, in the study." The translucent young voice sounded in the distance.
The boy ran to the study room and shouted excitedly: "Father, I found the book you want..." He didn't pay attention to his step, tripped over a porcelain vase, and suddenly fell like shit, all the books in his hand flew out.
The man in the wheelchair tilted his head slightly, frowned and said, "A man should walk like the wind and stand like a pine tree. You are not too young, why are you still so reckless?"
While the young man on the side laughed, he came over to help him.
The person who sat in the wheelchair and still had a straight figure was the amazing talent who won Lianzhong Sanyuan back then, who is now the teacher of today's emperor, and the youngest cabinet minister in the world—Shen Hexuan.
And that young man was his student Fu Zhanqing.
The boy on the ground - Shen Hexuan's eldest son, Shen Zhengqing - got up from the ground, picked up the book, and said with a smile: "I've been looking for it for a long time, I'm so happy."
"Let's put it here." Fu Zhanqing said with a smile, "Did Qing'er hurt from the fall?"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Shen Zhengqing put down the scroll, looked around the somewhat messy study room, and said helplessly, "There are so many things, when will they be cleaned up?"
It was a good thing that the emperor gave Shen Hexuan a new house, but moving is really a headache.
"Don't worry, just clean it up slowly." Fu Zhanqing said, "Qing'er, go and help Master."
"My mother said I was sloppy, so she almost broke her bracelet and kicked me out." Shen Zhengqing said with a smile, "It's because Dad's books are solid, and besides, Dad doesn't have anything valuable."
Fu Zhanqing couldn't help laughing again.
Shen Hexuan also shook his head helplessly, with a hint of a smile on his face.
Shen Zhengqing's eyes fell on the painting in Fu Zhanqing's hand: "Brother Fu, whose painting are you holding in your hand?"
Fu Zhanqing spread out the scroll and looked at it seriously. Shen Zhengqing couldn't understand the sinking expression on his face. He said, "I'm discussing with the teacher about where this painting should be hung."
Shen Hexuan's expression was also somewhat strange.
"What painting?" Shen Zhengqing walked over, and saw that the painting was actually a single-legged crane drinking by the stream. The painting of the crane was lifelike. Yu Du seems to be able to touch, and the drawing skills are superb, even a child like Shen Zhengqing who is not very knowledgeable about things can't help but admire.
"Wow, this crane is so well drawn, which master did it come from?" Shen Hexuan looked under the scroll, but there was nothing there, and he looked at Fu Zhanqing suspiciously.
Fu Zhan smiled lightly and said, "There is no signature."
"Why is such a good painting not signed?" Shen Zhengqing was puzzled, looked closer, and read a little poem written by the painter:
Yu Yu back to the madness
Confucian bone debate Hongmeng
Feng Qing Ling Wuyue
Shen Luan with Crane Immortal
Shen Hexuan murmured the words: "Shen Luan accompanies the Crane Immortal, Shen Luan, accompanies the Crane Immortal...God, Crane, Immortal..." He suddenly said, "Is this for Dad?!"
Fu Zhanqing said with a smile: "Qing'er is really smart."
Shen Zhengqing said excitedly: "This crane is clearly painting Dad, who on earth respects Dad so much?"
Shen Hexuan curled his lips into a smile: "You must not guess."
"I just asked because I couldn't guess it." Shen Hexuan's eyes were full of curiosity, "Father, who made this painting? Brother Fu? Who is it?"
Fu Zhanqing glanced at Shen Hexuan hesitantly, wondering if he should tell Shen Zhengqing.
Shen Hexuan said calmly, "It's the one who pushed Dad off the cliff."
Shen Zhengqing's expression changed: "What! Yan, Yan Sikong?"
"Exactly."
Shen Zhengqing looked at the painting again, his thoughts changed completely, he said angrily: "He draws such a thing to laugh at father, this person is really insane!"
Fu Zhanqing explained: "Qing'er, this painting is not mocking the teacher, but complimenting the teacher."
"But he's the one who caused daddy to break a leg. He's notorious and has done a lot of evil. What good intentions can he have?"
Shen Hexuan stared at Shen Zhengqing until Shen Zhengqing felt hairy all over, and then he said to Zhan Qing: "Zhan Qing, hang this painting in the study."
When Shen Zhengqing heard this, he became anxious: "Father, how could you hang this thing in your study!"
Shen Hexuan said: "Qing'er, do you remember the "Tixi Forest Wall" that you memorized when you were young?"
"'Horizontally it looks like a mountain and its side becomes a peak, and the distance and height are different', of course I remember." Shen Zhengqing was as smart and precocious as his father, and he knew such a poem as soon as he could remember. He looked at Shen Hexuan puzzled.
"Looking at the same thing from different directions, there are many differences. When you didn't know that this painting was made by Yan Sikong, you still felt that the painter respected me very much. After knowing it, you felt that he was mocking me. Have you thought about why? ?”
Shen Zhengqing fell silent.
Shen Hexuan touched Shen Zhengqing's head: "The Yan Sikong I know is different from the Yan Sikong you've heard of, and the Yan Sikong that people in the world talk about."
Shen Zhengqing was at a loss: "What does father mean? What kind of Yan Sikong does father know?"
"He..." Shen Hexuan hesitated for a moment, then smiled, "It's hard to say."
"But everyone says he is a big treacherous minister, oh, I also heard that he once destroyed the eunuch party, but he betrayed his mentor, the court, and the emperor, he, he is a person who faces Qin Muchu, so Everyone calls him 'the fencer'."
Fu Zhanqing's expression was a bit gloomy, and he said softly: "Qing'er, he and your father used to be close friends, and many things are not as you imagined, just like when you see mountains may not be mountains, and water may not be water, It's not enough to judge or deny someone's face, when you grow up, you will understand."
Shen Zhengqing was even more at a loss: "This... Could it be that he is not a great treacherous minister, but a great loyal minister? Father, my child does not understand, what kind of person is Yan Sikong?"
Shen Hexuan pondered for a moment, only to feel that the man was complex and multi-faceted, his merits and demerits, right and wrong, and he might not be able to write in a volume. He picked up the pen and wrote a few powerful words on the snow-white rice paper:
Loyalty, treachery, and society!
—End of the book—
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Woohoo, it's over, it's over, Thomas is happy to spin and explode! ! ! ! This is the longest and most difficult book I have ever written. I have been so busy with a bunch of things this year that I almost collapsed, but all the efforts are worth it, because the moment it ends is so beautiful and touching. Yes, so happy. In the future, I will also work hard to write the stories in my mind, and live up to my love!
Allow me to rest for a few days, and I will add a few episodes of the main CP and deputy CP, but I don’t know when, so take your time, don’t worry.
I can finally be a salted fish for a period of time, celebrate the new year, go out to play, and then do my homework to prepare for the next book!
The next book is the tenth in the modern 188 series - "Flame Armor". I expect it to start in April.
Thank you for your support, love you all, and wish you all a new year in advance