"Konger! Konger!"
Hearing Feng Ye's voice, Yan Sikong rushed out of the study room, before he could stand still, he saw a black shadow attacking him, and the next moment, he was hugged on the spot.
"Hahahahaha, my dad won, my dad won—" Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong in circles in the yard, laughing wildly.
Yan Sikong's face was also full of joy: "I just received the news, and I'm planning to enter the palace, it's great, it's great!"
"My father killed 100,000 troops of Wala, and retreated 600 miles from the enemy. Wala suffered a lot, and the border has been free for several years!" Feng Ye was so excited that his eyes turned red, "My father took revenge for my elder brother, and for thousands of people who were killed. The people who were killed by Wala are avenged!"
Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's neck, and kissed him hard: "King Jingyuan's achievements are world-renowned, and his reputation will last for thousands of years."
Feng Ye also hugged him tightly, choked up and said, "Kong'er, I'm so happy, I really..."
Yan Sikong also had a sore nose: "Me too, me too."
Ever since Sheng Ningzong lost the Hetao area, the Zhongyuan people have been invaded by Oala for more than 50 years, and there has never been a peaceful day at the border. Losing one hundred thousand troops, they will never have the ability to attack the Central Plains again in a short period of time. The long-awaited peace has finally come.
Feng Ye wiped away his tears: "My father's lifelong wish is to eliminate Oirat, and now the schedule is counting, and the great cause is just around the corner. As long as we take advantage of the victory to recover Hetao, Oirat may not be able to make a comeback in a hundred years."
"Yes, I think so too." Yan Sikong said excitedly, "Hetao is an important military area. Not only is its location important, but it is also rich in water and grass, and it is rich in good horses. When Emperor Taizu won Hetao, he won the world. If the late emperor hadn't lost Hetao , how could I, Dasheng, be bullied so far by the barbarians."
"That's right, my father will definitely regain the Hetao, and then Dasheng will reappear the prosperity of the world and Wei Jiayun."
Yan Sikong couldn't help fantasizing about the heyday of Dasheng described in the book, when the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and all the barbarians worshiped. It was a hundred years ago, but every subject of Dasheng yearned for it.
Feng Ye was so happy that he didn't know what to do, he kissed Yan Sikong several times: "I really wish I could fly to my father and celebrate his achievements in person."
Yan Sikong said with a smile: "Your Majesty will definitely hold a grand celebration banquet in Beijing, you can offer him a few more drinks here."
Feng Ye said with emotion: "I don't know if I can surpass my father in my life." Although his tone was slightly regretful, his bright eyes revealed an unconcealable pride.
"You are still young, the world is changing, and the future is unpredictable, but no matter what, you will become the successor of King Jingyuan and continue to protect the people of China."
Feng Ye nodded vigorously, his eyes burning.
—
The news of King Jingyuan's Dapowala quickly spread throughout the capital, and the whole country was jubilant, even the cold winter wind couldn't blow away the joy that enveloped the top. Everyone in the capital was discussing this matter, and the rumored battle report became a teahouse overnight. The most watched topic in the restaurant.
Emperor Zhaowu, Longyan Dayue, summoned the great victory of Beiyuanguan to the world, saying that the great fortune of the Dasheng Kingdom had arrived, not only did it defeat Wala, but the empress dowager's phoenix body also improved. The world, celebrate this battle.
During this year, first the rebellion was quelled, then the feudal vassal was successfully reduced, and the treasury was enriched, and finally King Jingyuan defeated Wala. The successive news of such great news really made people feel lucky. No wonder Emperor Zhaowu would be so proud It is said that "the destiny of the country has arrived".
On the day Emperor Zhaowu made the decree, Yan Sikong and Feng Ye got drunk, they were really happy.
There are not a few days left until the New Year's Eve, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty are busy with the official duties of the previous year, especially the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple are the busiest, because they have to prepare a grand banquet.
And Yan Sikong has been working in the Ministry of Officials for half a year, and finally has something to do-preparing for the grand plan of the Jingcha in the spring of next year. This is really because the Wenxuan Department is short of manpower and is too busy. Studying and doing low-level and cumbersome paperwork is really overkill. If you were someone else, you might not be humiliated if you walked away. Impeccable.
On this day, he finally managed to go home early and take a good rest. As soon as he left the palace gate, he ran into Yan Zilian's carriage which was waiting for him.
Yan Sikong got into Yan Zilian's carriage, cupped his hands and said, "Teacher, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"
"It's almost Chinese New Year, and the official duties are a bit heavy." Yan Zilian said, "You are so tired, but are you busy with Beijing inspection?"
"Exactly."
"how?"
Yan Sikong smiled wryly: "All I do is paperwork, and I don't see anything important now. If there is, I must have reported it to the teacher long ago."
Yan Zilian nodded: "Be smart, next year's Beijing investigation plan is of great importance."
"Student understands." Yan Sikong waited for Yan Zilian to continue speaking, and he was waiting for him here specially, it was impossible to just gossip.
"Actually, I came to you today because I have a happy event to tell you."
Yan Sikong's heart skipped a beat, he had already guessed what it was.
Yan Zilian said with a smile: "Your Majesty said that the Empress Dowager's phoenix body has recovered a little bit, and she will attend a big banquet. During the big banquet, I will personally marry you and Princess Wanyang."
Yan Sikong laughed a little stiffly: "The student is flattered to be granted the marriage by the Queen Mother herself." What should come has come.
"Yes, this is better than His Majesty bestowing a marriage. Your Majesty has always been filial, and will definitely pay more attention to you."
"Thank you teacher."
"You should dress up that day to please the Empress Dowager. You will soon be a son-in-law, and next year's Beijing inspection plan will definitely not leave you out of it." Yan Zilian said happily, "The timing is so good, look Come on, the eunuch's fortune is about to arrive."
The faces of Xie Zhongren and Feng Ye appeared in Yan Sikong's mind at the same time. He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "I hope so."
—
After returning home, Yan Sikong called Ali: "Has the prince returned to Beijing?"
Ali shook his head and gestured: If the son returns to Beijing, he will definitely come to find the young master.
Yan Sikong sighed: "You go to Jingyuan Palace and find out when the son will return to Beijing."
Ali nodded.
Yan Sikong did the math, it was less than four days before the New Year's Eve, and the New Year's Eve was the busiest time, Feng Ye hadn't returned from Jingshan camp for many days, he was afraid that Feng Ye would come back when the big banquet was coming, he But there was no time to confess the marriage in advance.
It's all his fault that he was lucky and delayed again and again. He thought that the marriage gift would have to wait until next year. Yan Zilian also said the same before. Who would have thought it would be so fast that he would be caught off guard. He will be even angrier when he hears about his marriage online.
Later, Ali came back and brought back the most frustrating news for him—Feng Ye really had to wait until the New Year's Eve to return to the city, and he was already in the palace at that time, and the two of them had a huge disparity in status, so they couldn't sit together I don't know if I will have a chance to talk.
Ali looked at Yan Sikong worriedly, and gestured: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Sikong looked at Ali: "Ali, I'm getting married."
Ali was stunned for a moment, a big smile suddenly appeared on his ugly face, he clapped his hands excitedly, and asked which family Yan Sikong was from.
Yan Sikong smiled wryly: "It's the princess, the emperor's favorite Princess Wanyang."
Ali was stunned, he hesitated for a moment, and asked: Isn't that Shizi's cousin
"Exactly." Yan Sikong shook his head, "Ali, it's not easy to be a son-in-law, not to mention I'm going to marry Fengye's cousin, I don't know how to face Fengye."
Ali also showed embarrassment and stood aside awkwardly.
As his only servant, Ali naturally knew about him and Feng Ye. Although Dasheng is not as masculine as he was in the previous dynasty, it is not a big deal between men, as long as they don't put it on the bright side. If literati, poets, dignitaries and nobles are interested in this matter, at most they will be ridiculed with "" Merry", does not hinder marriage and have children.
But what he is going to marry is Feng Ye's cousin, which is quite embarrassing, not to mention the princess has a noble status and cannot be treated like an ordinary woman, who dares to let her suffer such grievances
From the day Yan Sikong learned that Yan Zilian was trying his best to promote this marriage, this was the poison lurking between the two of them. The poison would happen sooner or later, but he didn't know how Feng Ye would react.
Ali asked again: "Did the son tell the son?"
Yan Sikong shook his head: "Go and get me a new court dress, I want to wear it at the big banquet."
—
In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, including officials from the suburbs of Beijing, all entered Beijing one after another. There is a royal banquet on New Year's Eve every year, but this year's is even grander than previous years, because this banquet is also a celebration banquet for the victory of Beiyuan Pass.
Although the protagonist of the banquet—King Jingyuan is still in Datong to rectify the army and strengthen the defense line, so he cannot come, but the reward for him is already on the way.
At dawn, hundreds of officials followed Emperor Zhaowu to sacrifice to the sky, and they stood in the twelfth lunar month until noon.
Yan Sikong quickly found Feng Ye standing in front of the crowd. Feng Ye was extremely tall, standing among a group of old or bloated officials, he stood out like a chicken, very conspicuous.
The sacrifice to heaven was coming to an end soon, and they were going back to the palace, so he had to tell Feng Ye in advance before the big banquet gave them the marriage.