Su Yang's body gradually recovered. Although he was still thin, he finally recovered his vitality. It can be seen from the fact that he was able to jump up and down to catch fireflies in the imperial garden. Zong Huan made a decision after careful consideration and held the canonization ceremony as scheduled.
The Dajin Dynasty has a precedent for male wives since ancient times, even the emperors are no exception. These male queens have a nickname, saying: Fengjun.
Although Tong Jiabao was not a real man, at the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet that day, Zong Huan stood on the top of Fengyi Tower and said something like that. In addition, the phenomenon of a vision falling from the sky above Qianqiu Hall had already spread among the people. Who in the world dares to argue? His name as Fengjun is well-deserved and beyond reproach.
At this time, the maid and eunuch of Chengqian Palace knelt on the ground. Although Su Yang has been eating and living with Zonghuan every day for the past few months, he already has the truth of Fengjun, and now he is really justified, and the people who serve below are inevitable. To dip.
Su Yang sat in Zong Huan's arms with a dull expression. After Wang Dequan finished reading the imperial decree with a smile, he said in a shrill voice, "I appreciate this, Lord Fengjun, please accept the decree."
He still couldn't accept the reality. If he really became Feng Jun, wouldn't he want to be happy with Zong Huan again? He still remembered that Tong Jiabao was killed on the bed by Zong Huan! !
System: "How did you come to this conclusion?"
Su Yang analyzed it and listened to it: "You said before that the original owner can only pass through after he died. Didn't they just have a good night on the day I came, and there are no other scars on his body, so what if he didn't die? dead?"
System: "..." can't refute it.
Su Yang was so aggrieved, the marks on his body had only recently dissipated, and he was still a little afraid of Zong Huan.
Zong Huan was stunned again when he saw the little thing in his arms, and stretched out his hand to squeeze the soft flesh around his waist. Su Yang's back trembled as he pinched him. He hurriedly took the imperial edict and muttered, "Thank you Lord Long En this servant."
After getting along for so long, Zong Huan has figured out his temper to some extent. This little thing usually calls himself "I", no big or small and no rules. Only when things don't go his way will he call himself a "slave". Disguised protest.
Personal habits, with or without memory, do not change.
Zong Huan winked, Wang Dequan and A Hong led the people out, and the huge Chengqian Palace immediately became empty. Su Yang leaned on the man's generous shoulders and tore Ming Huang's imperial decree in his hands, very lightly. is depressed.
Zong Huan broke his face and asked dangerously, "You don't want to marry me?"
Where do not want to, obviously do not dare! !
Su Yang's wet black eyes gleamed, and he asked, "If I marry you, what's the benefit?"
This question was unexpected to Zong Huan. What are the benefits of marrying him? I am afraid that he is the only person in the world who can ask such a question. When he is married to the emperor, he will share thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with him. He is Fengjun above ten thousand people. He has power and status at his fingertips. If people dare to be disrespectful to him, he can do whatever he wants and act recklessly.
These are what Zong Huan wanted to give this boy, but he never thought about it, his Baoer wanted these.
Zong Huan looked at the pair of apricot eyes full of expectation, but he couldn't say a word, and finally he had to ask: "What benefits do you want? As long as I have it, as long as you want it."
Su Yang was naturally overjoyed, he asked, "Is this true?"
"nature."
Su Yang pursed his lips and thought seriously.
Zong Huan didn't rush him, he picked up the memorial and reviewed it by himself. After a long while, the little cub in his arms pulled on his sleeve. He raised his eyes and asked, "Have you thought about it?"
Su Yang grabbed the front of his shirt and said very seriously, "If you marry me and become my husband, then you must be very kind to me."
Zong Huan narrowed his eyes and asked quietly, "Could it be that I treat you well?"
Su Yang glared at him, his calf began to tremble, he said bravely: "This is different, you think, civil couples are all respectful to each other, and everything is discussed by husband and wife together, which is like You always do whatever you want to me, and I don't even have the right to say no."
When it comes to the back, the voice is already as low as a mosquito. If Zong Huan hadn't been sticking to him, I'm afraid he couldn't hear what he said at all.
Zong Huan frowned and said, "When will I do whatever I want to you, so that you can't tell me?"
Su Yang hurriedly said, "Like last night... you didn't listen to my protest, but you wanted to take off my clothes!"
Zong Huan was stunned for a while, and after making trouble for a long time, he was embarrassed, and a slightly evil smile formed on the corner of his lips, and said ambiguous: "Even if it is a civil couple, how to treat each other like a guest on weekdays, when you get to bed, you should take it off. , there will be no less to do.”
Su Yang blushes when he hears this. He thinks that his face is thick enough, but when he encounters a doer like Zong Huan, he still lacks enthusiasm after all. This person is not just talking, but he will really put in practice. , I'm really afraid to think about it!
Zong Huan saw that he didn't speak, but the tips of his ears were flushed, and he couldn't help but smile again, he leaned into Su Yang's ear and said softly, "Okay, I promise you can't do it? After marriage, I will treat you very-good- very good."
After he finished speaking, he saw the little thing in his arms peeking at him, as if saying: Don't lie to me.
Zong Huan stroked his soft and cool hair, and assured: "What I said, of course, counts."
So Su Yang was satisfied, he picked up a piece of white sugar cake and handed it to Zong Huan's mouth, Zong Huan chewed slowly, feeling the soft and sweet taste in his mouth, thinking, when we get married, this little thing will be like the white sugar cake in this plate , eat until full.
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According to the ancestral code of the Great Jin Dynasty, before the canonization ceremony of the empress, it is necessary to enter the Taimiao to worship the ancestors and say hello to the ancestors of the Zong clan, which is regarded as an introductory ceremony.
The Taimiao Temple was built on the Wuling Mountain outside the imperial city. It was guarded by heavy troops all year round. Su Yang was wearing a complex and gorgeous Fengjun court dress, which was a bright but calm bright red. It was neatly tied up, and a hairpin made of golden nanmu was inserted, which was dignified and beautiful, and it was extremely beautiful.
Although this dress was beautiful, it was just too troublesome to put on. She woke up early before dawn, and was played with by the maids for a long time before she put it on. Su Yang yawned and sat crookedly in the phoenix chariot to take a nap.
- "From now on, you are not allowed to be bullied by others, no one is allowed, remember."
Su Yang frowned slightly in his sleep, who is talking? It sounds so familiar...
——"Fengyilou, there is Fenglaiyi, just like you are to me."
Fengyi Building, there is Feng Laiyi... It's Zong Huan, who is he talking to
In front of him is a splendid fire like the stars in the sky, and the stars are dotted, as if the Milky Way is falling straight down from the nine heavens, falling into the world, the man's star-eyed sword eyebrows, those deep eyes are more dazzling than obsidian, and the fireworks behind him are instantly eclipsed.
Who was he looking at so fondly? Something is about to come out.
Suddenly, Feng Nian was hit by something and fell to the ground, her forehead slammed against the car wall of the sedan car, Su Yang woke up from the dream, the confusion in her mind instantly dissipated, leaving only a trace of inexplicable regret in her heart.
He rubbed his forehead, the noise came from all directions, and it seemed that someone was shouting "escort" and "assassin", Ah Hong opened the sedan curtain and hurriedly said: "Sir, take a seat in the phoenix carriage, don't let it go. come out."
Before Su Yang could respond, she had already disappeared, and she could vaguely hear the sound of fighting outside, as well as the sound of swords colliding.
Su Yang wanted to go out to find Zong Huan. He felt more at ease with that man, but Ah Hong told him not to go out. He was worried that something bad would happen when he went out. It's not A Hong, nor Zong Huan, but... Zong Xu.
Although he was wearing a mask on his face, Su Yang could see from those yinful eyes that this person was definitely King Wu Zongxu.
"Wu, King Wu, you..."
Zong Xu wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, without listening to Su Yang's ramblings, he quickly touched his sleeping hole and carried him away on his shoulders.
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The smoke curled up, and a few geese flew by in the distance. It was late autumn at this time. Zong Xu squinted at the blue sky, and there was a daze in his deep black eyes.
He never expected that an abandoned son would become the biggest variable in this battle.
At that time, Zonghuan was rejected by the previous emperor and entered the Qianqiu Palace to reflect on it. At that time, he was just named Wu Wang by the previous emperor, and he was awarded a prince at the age of fifteen. There is no such young prince in the history of the Jin Dynasty.
Perhaps it was due to the blood connection of his brother. He felt that this fellow brother was not easy, at least he would not be defeated so easily. He chose a young eunuch from the slaves and sent it to the cold palace for nothing. Monitor Zong Huan from time to time, and beware of him at the same time, and have no plans to assassinate anyone.
This little eunuch is Tong Jiabao, born Yuxue cute, with red lips and white teeth, a look that can make people let off guard.
Later, Zong Huan came out of the cold palace and walked into the eyes of the late emperor. Even he was far inferior to him. He was gradually ignored and treated coldly. When Zong Huan ascended the throne, the huge psychological gap finally made him lose his mind. , he gave Tong Jiabao an order: assassinate Zonghuan.
The result, of course, was a failure, a crushing defeat.
He did not expect that the abandoned son who was abandoned by him would find a way to gain Zong Huan's trust and favor again. He knew better than anyone that Zong Huan was decisive and wise, but he lacked trust in people. , let him accept a person who had tried to murder him, it was as difficult as going to the sky.
He could even make a conclusion. If Zong Huan was asked to exchange his life for Tong Jiabao, he must be willing.
The boy on the ground slowly opened his eyes. Those dark and bright eyes were filled with confused water, and they were as dazzling as the stars in the night sky. Such beauty is indeed the capital of the harem.
Su Yang's eyes gradually returned to focus. He looked at the surrounding environment, it was a very desolate and ruined temple, and there was a King Wu who was thinking about something. This man's gaze made him subconsciously disgust.
Zong Xu walked towards him slowly and asked, "Why, in just three years, you don't remember who your master is?"
Su Yang lowered his eyelashes and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is joking. Could it be that the leader of the land is not a royal minister. The master of the servant is naturally Your Majesty, and the same is true for the lord."
He answered so casually that Zong Xu was very dissatisfied. He grinned and said, "It seems that you haven't suffered enough." He used his inner strength to stimulate the mother Gu in his body, hoping to see this lawless little eunuch. Kneel down and beg for mercy.
After a cup of tea.
Su Yang picked off a dog's tail grass and made a ring, and asked casually, "When will the lord let me go back, His Majesty won't see me, but he will be anxious."
Zong Xu: "..." Why didn't he respond? !