The soldiers who rushed in separated the people in the camp, and Ye Zhizhou was "lucky" to be treated as an independent prison. He looked around the small inconspicuous tent in the corner of the camp, his eyes scanned the burning rosin and the carpet on the ground, and finally landed on the noodles and cut fruits on the small table.
Bend over and touched it. It's fine, the noodles are still hot.
He simply sat down neatly, picked up his chopsticks, and ate.
"Aren't you afraid of being poisonous?"
He rolled his eyes, and he didn't even bother to look at people, "I'll take it if you eat it." Anyway, you can't die if you eat it. Tongtian's drug-selling system is still very powerful!
Yan Mingyong choked, walked to him with a little sullenness, sat down, touched him, stretched his arms around his waist, and said, "You are not allowed to leave me for more than a day in the future."
Ye Zhizhou picked up a honeydew melon and stuffed it into his mouth, then continued to eat noodles. After being tossed by Yan Emperor and Yan Mingyong for a whole night, he is now sleepy and hungry, but he has no time to coax the sick bear child.
Yan Mingyong was biting the melon, looking a little stupid, and wanted to vomit it out, but thinking about it this was the first time Le'er had fed melon to him, and then he swallowed it obediently. Seeing him gobbled his head away, feeling distressed, he hugged his arm tightly and asked, "You haven't slept all night? Haven't eaten?"
He swallowed the last bite of the noodles and drank another sip of the soup. He wiped his mouth, and finally was willing to look straight at people, and asked sternly, "Yesterday you deliberately angered me home, and you and Emperor Yan played this What are you doing? What about the other princes?"
"Brother Three Emperors and Brother Five Emperors are catching Brother Seven’s hidden line in the capital, Brother Big Emperor and Brother Second Emperor are paying off Seven Brother’s private soldiers. The soldiers brought by Master Lei are now being dispatched by Lei Baofei. Once tonight is over, Brother Seven’s forces are cleaned up, we can get married and live our lives." Yan Mingyong has finally managed to grow a lot of ruddy face, now pale again, with a trace of fatigue on his face. From now on, the fight for that position will have nothing to do with us. No matter who takes the position in the end, Zhenguo Gongfu will still be the current Zhenguo Gongfu. Happy, you can rest assured."
Ye Zhizhou looked at the black shadow under him, his anger dissipated instantly, sighed, and took him sideways into his arms, touching his long hair, "You are still a child, I thought I could grow up with you slowly , As a result... "As a result, she was taken care of and protected by her lover... I was too useless.
"I've grown up." Seeing that he was finally able to understand himself, Yan Mingyong showed a smile on his face, nuzzling his neck affectionately, and arching into his arms, "Le'er, you are so kind, you are me. Yes, it's mine, how can you be so good, I like you so much."
Looking at such a lover, Ye Zhizhou couldn't help laughing, pulling his hair gently, and then patted his back, "Okay, let's sleep for a while, I'll accompany you."
Yan Mingyong nodded in his arms, closed his eyes contentedly, and fell asleep quickly.
In Bezhuang in the suburbs of Beijing, Lei Baofei kicked the door of the dungeon open, led a pair of elite soldiers into, and said loudly, "First count how many people are locked inside, and then confirm their identities one by one, register them and bring them to the Criminal Ministry."
The soldiers all responded, and then checked the cells one by one.
The prisoner in the deepest cell suddenly moved, and then quickly rushed to the door and shouted, "Is it Brother Lei? Brother Lei! It's me, An Chengjie! I was caught by the Seventh Prince. This detention has been tortured for a long time, please help me out! Brother Lei, help!"
An Chengjie? Lei Baofei was stunned, then strode over, crouched down and carefully looked at the unkempt person inside the door, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here? Didn't I arrange for someone to send you to the northwest?"
An Chengjie stretched out his bloody hands and firmly grasped the prison door, squeezing his face against the wooden railing, his expression distorted with excitement, "Brother Lei, I want the seventh prince to die! I want him to die!"
Lei Baofei couldn't help but moved back, meeting his crazy eyes, and frowned deeply.
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Ye Zhizhou paused in his clothes, and looked sideways at Yan Mingyong, who was nestled in the quilt and looked straight at him, and asked, "You said Lei Baofei's soldiers are now being dispatched by Lei Shihong, so he will take him with him. What did the soldiers do?"
"Go to clean up those craftsmen who made explosives by Brother Seven." Yan Mingyong replied obediently, and then leaned over and hugged his waist, his tone began to sink, "Le'er, you really like that Lei Baofei? Do you care about him so much?"
Why did you get sick again in just a while! With a slap on the back of his head, Ye Zhizhou pulled away his hand and warned with a serious face, "No matter how jealous you are, I will let you be a boy chicken for the rest of your life!"
Yan Mingyong leaped face down into the quilt. He stiffened when he heard these words, and then sat up with a pitch-black face and became honest.
"To get married." Only after getting married can the bridal chamber flower candle night.
Ye Zhizhou turned his ears back, gritted his teeth gloomily, "What are you talking about?"
Yan Mingyong turned around to show him the back of his head, rare to have some juvenile childishness.
Just after noon, the princes who had been ordered to surrender the forces of the Seven Princes returned to the camp. A quarter of an hour later, Lei Baofei brought a bunch of drawings and letters to join the crowd. Yan Mingyong came out of the tent, and after seeing the things delivered by a few people, he lit the signal flare.
Yan Mingli, who was in the main tent forcing Emperor Yan to write the edict, was alarmed by a signal flare and went out to check, then was attacked by Lei Shihong from behind, and was neatly tied up and thrown in front of Emperor Yan.
"You, you..." Yan Mingli looked at Lei Shihong, who was standing behind Yan Emperor again in surprise, and looked at Emperor Yan who was restored to his usual majestic appearance. He distorted his expression, "You guys acted together to lie to me! Lei Shihong, You traitor!"
"Shut up, Nizi!" Emperor Yan kicked his chest fiercely, no longer concealing his disgust, "You wicked thing! Actually wanting to kill all your brothers and force the palace to usurp the throne, how could I be so vicious like you? My son! Come here, take this beast down, put it in a jail, and ask him another day!"
Yan Mingli fell to the ground and snorted in pain, and struggling frantically, "No! You can't! You only have my son! You can't kill me! The injuries of Brother Fourth and Brother Six cannot be cured. , You will die sooner or later, you can't kill me!"
"Who said I have only one son left?" Emperor Yan sneered, "Don't worry, except for you, my other sons will be alive." After finishing speaking, he waved his hand at the incoming soldier and didn't want to look at the people on the ground again.
Yan Mingli roared and was dragged down. Emperor Yan closed his eyes and removed the cold mask on his face, revealing a trace of fatigue, "Lei Aiqing, did I do something wrong?"
Lei Shihong was silent, and he did not dare to make arrogant discussions about the heavenly family.
The farce-like autumn hunt was over, and the Seventh Prince and his party feathers were quickly cleared, so fast that the officials could not react. The court gradually returned to calm after some turbulence. The cake left after the departure of the seven princes was quickly divided among the other princes, and the fight would continue.
One month later, the seventh prince was asked to cut, and the last soul flag was removed.
In the winter of the same year, the border was in a hurry. Lei Baofei recommended himself to lead the army against the enemy. An Chengsheng unloaded the burden of a literati, and entered the barracks despite the prince's obstruction, and gradually faded out of the prince's camp circle.
Approaching the new year, Yan Mingyong was fourteen years old. Emperor Yan named him Xiaoyao Wang on his birthday and gave him An Chengle, the second son of Marriage Town Guogongfu. The wedding date was set four years later under the strong protest of Zhen Guogong. In winter, when Yan Mingyong was eighteen years old.
The officials were stunned, and the princes had weird expressions. Hearing that Yan Mingyong crushed the wine glass during the wedding, Ye Zhizhou smiled happily.
The day after the imperial decree was issued, Ye Zhizhou moved back to Zhenguo Gongfu on the grounds that his fiancé was not allowed to meet before marriage, and then hurriedly entered the barracks, followed by the supply troops to the border. Yan Mingyong, who ran to catch his wife, threw himself away, and had to face the cold eyes of the future mother-in-law, very aggrieved.
The battle at the border has been fought off and on for three years, and Yan Mingyong also ran to the border for three years. In the past three years, Ye Zhizhou was like a slippery loach, unable to grasp or touch, even a glance was a luxury! When he went to the border gate, Ye Zhizhou followed the logistics to the city next to where the wounded were placed. He rushed to the city, but Ye Zhizhou ran to the Central Plains area where he bought the medicinal materials. When he arrived in the Central Plains, Ye Zhizhou ran back to the border long ago. Later, he simply waited at the border gate. As a result, the enemy drove away for several waves. Ye Zhizhou still disappeared. When he left, Ye Zhizhou ran back.
Yan Mingyong suspected that someone around him had leaked his whereabouts to Ye Zhizhou, but he checked it out and found that he had acted secretly by himself in the end, but he was still perfectly avoided by Ye Zhizhou, and he didn't even touch a strand of hair in his sweetheart.
At this point, the former Eighth Prince and the current Xiaoyao King finally died and stopped trying to arrest people. He honestly returned to the capital, began to slap his father-in-law's favorability, and then sent things to the border in batches.
Another year later, Yan Mingyong, who was once so angry and bitter, has gradually matured and grown up. He has become a handsome... well, beautiful young man with a height of 8 feet and 8 pack. As Ye Zhizhou left longer and longer, his words became less and less. Later, even when Emperor Yan came, he could hold the book without jumping out a word, so angry that Emperor Yan would scold him for his rebellious son. .
The other princes were still fighting fiercely in secret, but they all tacitly excluded Yan Mingyong from the fight. This person who loves beauty doesn't love the country and holds a weird private soldier. They can't provoke them and don't have to provoke them. It's important to develop their own power.
The residents of the capital were very interested in the feelings of King Xiaoyao. They wentssip year after year, and they were more concerned about the return date of the two sons of the town and the country than he himself.
With the arrival of the new year, Ye Zhizhou, who had had enough waves outside, finally returned to Beijing. He stopped in a village a few kilometers away from the city gate, and looked at a beggar curled up by the road, his eyes were a little complicated.
An Chengjie was caught by Lei Baofei on the night of the Seventh Prince's rebellion, and then sneaked away taking advantage of the chaotic situation. He has been looking for each other, but he didn't want to meet in this way at the foot of the capital.
"I'm the only traveler, I'm the only one, I'm the only one..." the invisible beggar murmured to himself, his eyes scattered, his scarred hands clinging to the ground casually, his nails bluish, and he looked very strange.
He sighed and dismounted and approached, not knowing what to do with this person. In the past few years, he has occasionally wondered whether his practice of blocking the protagonist’s path was a bit too much. If he could leave an upward path for the other party, would the other party not become the later one? Paranoid maniacs who set fire to bombs.
It's a pity that everything is just if, what should be done and what should not be done, he has already done it. And he was always curious whether the other party had seen through his identity as a traverser, and the explosion at the Kawagoe restaurant... It was only later that he learned that Yan Mingyong had used fake news to fool An Chengjie to make An Chengjie Thinking that he had died in that explosion, An Chengjie looked away from him.
The beggar lying on the ground noticed the person standing on the side, looked slightly sideways, then got up quickly, shrank himself into a ball, and screamed hoarsely, "Ghost! There is a ghost! Don't come to me, me." I didn’t kill you on purpose! I didn’t kill you on purpose. Go away! Go away!"
He stopped, hesitated, and asked for a detoxification pill from Tongtian, stuffed it into the dry food he brought with him, and placed it in front of An Chengjie. I heard that the seventh prince had poisoned An Chengjie at the beginning. Seeing An Chengjie as he is now, the poison must have not been cured... I hope it is not too late for the detoxification pill to be given.
Mounting again, he looked back at the person who had taken the dry food and gobbled it up, noted his position, and swaggered away.