wind and earth

On the top of the mountain in Xicheng, Luzhou, a figure touched the tip of a leaf, leaped tens of feet, and landed lightly in front of the door of the temple in Yinjue Temple, without any dust flying when it landed.

The little monk who rang the bell early in the morning saw his face turn blue, but he still boldly shouted: "You... who are you?"

"Zheng Feng." After receiving the order to come here alone, Li Chengqian's expression was not good, and the sovereignty of this game of chess fell into the hands of his father.

"Kongming, don't be rude." Abbot Haitong was blind, but he was still walking like flying, listening to the sound to identify his position, and within a few steps he was standing in front of Chengqian.

"Leader." He cupped his hands, smiling softly, with two patches of rosiness on his face.

"Master Haitong." Cheng Qian also bowed.

"The lord drives me to Yinjue Temple, what orders do you have?" Still smiling.

"At this time, the rebel army is attacking the west of the city, and they want to take the Yinjue Temple. Zheng feels uneasy."

"It's no wonder that the old man's ears are restless all night, why would such rebellious soldiers and thieves disturb the important place of my Buddhism." Sighed.

"Zheng is in trouble, please allow Master Zheng to stay in the temple and guard the top of the mountain west of the city together with Yinjue Temple."

"Okay, please come with the old man, the lord."

Hai Tong raised his energy and planted his feet on the ground, at a distance of a hundred feet, he led Cheng Qian and a group of disciples from the monastery, and rushed to the Xicheng Mountain to prevent the rebels from going up the mountain.

"The old man listened to all directions. There seem to be more than ten thousand rebels. Without the help of Tang soldiers, I'm afraid they won't be able to defend."

Chengqian responded immediately: "I also ask the master to ring the rain bell and lead the generals into Xicheng Mountain."

Haitong picked up a few stones casually, flicked his fingers, and those stones rang the rain bell a hundred feet away, and the bell rang.

"Good work." Chengqian was eye-opening.

"Miao Zan."

Haitong ordered the fifty disciples around him to disperse and surround the mountain passage, but within a moment, there was a shout from the foot of the mountain: "The western city wall is on fire, the rebels broke through the wall."

"Kong Qi, Kong Ji, you lead the wordless disciples to help." Hai Tong sighed.

"Master, it was Mr. Zheng who disturbed this place of Buddhism. It was supposed to prevent Yinjue Temple from being stained with blood, but..." he also sighed.

"This matter is a trial given by the Buddha. I only hope that there will be fewer casualties, Amitabha."

Haitong seemed to be able to see it, looking at the fire ahead, and sighed again and again.

The flames in front of his eyes dyed the sky red, Chengqian stepped forward to join the battle, and heard Li Shimin leading the army coming, he searched for the sound and jumped close to Li Shimin.

"Stop the rebels," Xue Guan shouted.

When the two soldiers clashed, a rain of oil rockets shot down, and the soldiers were all on fire, and they fell to the ground crying.

Chengqian looked for Li Shimin and ran quickly, seeing another rain of oil rockets falling, which was about to hurt Li Shimin.

In a hurry, he tapped the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his sleeves to protect Li Shimin.

I saw that the oil rocket seemed to be blocked, and fell into the wet mud before reaching Li Shimin.

Li Shimin was shocked, seeing Chengqian protecting him, he retreated his cloak to cover Chengqian's face.

"I...thank you President Zheng for saving me." He said with difficulty, standing up and turning his back.

Chengqian wanted to call the word father emperor, but it stuck in his throat.

Blood relationship is thicker than water. At this moment, the two are still struggling in their hearts. The nearly 30-year relationship between father and son, which should have been a good story of father and son saving each other, has become so strange now.

Li Shimin drew his sword to kill the enemy, while Cheng Qian followed closely behind him. He didn't hold a sword or sword, but swung back the enemy with both palms.

Hooking the long sword on the ground with one foot, he pushed it with one hand and shot at Li Shimin's side, and saw the enemy fell to the ground.

He was protecting Li Shimin, knowing somewhat in his heart that after this battle, he, Li Chengqian, must abolish his position, otherwise Chu Feng would be in danger.

The current protection is probably the last time

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There is a small wooden pen hidden on Jiufeng's body, and Chengqian knows it.

There is no need to guess who gave it to him, it must be given by his father, so that he can cherish it so much.

Cheng Qian hugged the sleeping Jiu Feng, kissed his forehead before getting up, he had to go back to his room and change clothes before coming back to Jiu Feng.

Before Yin time came and the sun had not yet appeared, he walked in the corridor of the palace and walked away from Li Shimin.

Li Shimin held a scroll of memorials in his hand, and seemed to have stayed up all night. At this time, he wanted to discuss with Jiu Feng, so he went around the corridor and entered Jiu Feng's room.

"Jiu..." Seeing Jiu Feng sleeping soundly, he was stunned for a while.

Nine winds and blue silk scattered on the bed, and the satin silk quilt covered his shoulders. He turned over and exposed one side of his white neck. Facing Li Shimin, he was still asleep without realizing it, completely unaware that Li Shimin sat on the bed and watched him for a long time.

Li Shimin leaned against the bedpost, held Jiufeng's strand of black hair, and couldn't hide his exhaustion. Seeing Jiufeng's sleeping face, he felt inexplicably calm, and unexpectedly fell asleep.

When Chengqian was about to knock on the door and enter Jiufeng's wing room, he saw from the window that his father was dozing off while holding Jiufeng's hair ambiguously.

"Your majesty stayed up all night last night. I wanted to discuss matters with the nine generals, but who knew that the nine generals were still asleep. When the emperor saw him, he sat aside and took a nap." Li Quan was still standing outside the door.

"Father is so kind to General Nine." Chengqian comforted himself.

Li Shimin, a general of the generation, had never been so relaxed even around his mother, but he was able to nap peacefully next to Jiufeng. This kind of brotherhood made him very fond of it.

He watched Jiufeng wake up, and mumbled his name.

"Chengqian... don't pull my hair..."

It wasn't until Jiufeng opened his eyes that he was slightly dazed, and half got up to look at Li Shimin.

When Cheng Qian heard Jiu Feng call his name, he felt all grievances gone, and even said it was delicious.

Pushing the door open, he entered the room, waking Li Shimin up. He dressed Jiufeng as if nothing had happened, and chatted with his father.

Some things can be ignored naturally if you don’t tell them

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In the one-night battle, Cheng Qian was still unscathed. At this time, he was wearing a fighting clothes to cover his face, and the soldiers who were not familiar with him only thought that he was Zheng Feng.

However, Xue Guan recognized it.

"too…"

"The prince is still in Yinjue Temple." Li Shimin waved away the blood on the knife, and Xue Guan dared not say much with his domineering tone.

Xue Guan lowered his head, if the crown prince is Zheng Feng, then he is... He pursed his lips, how could the emperor not have thought of something that even he knew, he was trembling.

"Hero Zheng, this way please." He asked someone to get a new face towel and presented it to Cheng Qian: "Hero Zheng, please use it."

Cheng Qian stared at Xue Guan for a while, took a face towel, hung it on the face, and followed into the military room.

Du Ruhui, who was approaching at this time, was also stunned, how could this prince be Zheng Feng!

Immediately after thinking about it, he also figured out why Mu Ran met the leader of the martial arts, and he was safe even messing around in the leader's territory. It turned out that the prince was protecting him in everything.

He looked at the emperor's serious face, and then remembered the matter of Jiu Feng. In this way, the ambiguity between Zheng Feng and Jiu Gongzi, wouldn't it be the matter of the prince of the Eastern Palace of the Tang Dynasty and Jiu Feng!

His face also sank.

"He is Zheng Feng." Li Shimin seemed to be drinking tea calmly, but his trembling hands still revealed his thoughts.

There were five generals standing in the hall of Beppu, Liu Xiang, Xue Guan, and Du Ruhui knew the crown prince, the three of them looked at each other, bowed their heads and bowed: "Hero Zheng."

The other two lieutenant generals are still inexperienced, have not made great achievements, and have never seen Chengqian.

Li Chengqian frowned and bowed, but didn't say a word.

Liu Xiangben was an old man, he almost wanted to blurt out the name of the prince, but Du Ruhui always blocked him, telling him to see the emperor's face before speaking.

"To clean up the aftermath today, the old man will lead the soldiers of General Liu's third division to take care of it. How about General Xue and have someone repair the western city wall?" Du Ruhui hinted at Xue Guan with his eyes shining brightly.

"Okay, I have exactly that intention."

"Hey, I'm still... oops... oh oh... good!" Liu Xiang covered his feet.

"You still send a division of patrolling soldiers, and then look around to see if there are remnants of soldiers." Li Shimin's tone was cold and somewhat severe.

"Yes." The three of them led the other two soldiers away, and Du Ruhui quickly closed the door.

Exhaled outside the door, he thought about the overall situation, this prince might not succeed.

Now I know that the prince is Zheng Feng, and I also understand the prince's attachment to the Nine Generals for the past 12 years. With such attachment, how could he give up the Nine Generals for the sake of the throne.

In the future, there may be a dispute over the change of owner of the Eastern Palace.

In the lobby, the atmosphere was eerie. The day before yesterday, the father and son gathered together, gossiping about the homely warmth, but at this moment, it has become the confrontation between two kings, which is about to explode.

"Ten years! You have kept it from me for ten years!" He stared at Cheng Qian who was covering his face.

"The child once suspected the father, so he must know Zheng Feng's identity, so he borrowed Su Ji's hand to give Zheng Feng a flaming sword, and asked him to discuss with the Yugong family about the stability of the East China Sea." Cheng Qian did not sit down, he walked Under the calligraphy and painting written by Jiufeng back then.

"Bastard!" Li Shimin was angry and heartbroken.

No matter how suspicious he is, he doesn't want to be suspicious of his own prince, let alone a prince who has no interest in the throne!

"Yes, it's really a bastard!" Li Chengqian chuckled, and said, "Prince, it's just a piece of chess in my father's game. My father wanted to ensure that this piece of chess was abdicated safely, but this piece of chess went to death by itself. go."

Li Shimin got up and slapped Chengqian. Although he was angry, his eyes were filled with reluctance: "Go to death! What do you think of me!"

Li Chengqian looked at Li Shimin squarely, took off his mask, and said slowly, "I'm just helping my father to make a choice, that's all for protecting Jiuer." Looking at Li Shimin, his eyes were somewhat clear.

"I have my own decision!" Still angry, he was angry with this rebellious son.

"No, isn't the father more reluctant to part with Jiuer than his son?" He chuckled lightly, not in contempt, nor in mockery, or maybe a little helpless.

Li Shimin didn't deny it, he turned his back and didn't even look back when Chengqian left him.

Looking at the drizzle outside the door, he felt helpless for the first time in his 45 years of life, the helplessness played by God in his hands.

"No wonder...you asked me to guarantee Qian...it turns out that I have already seen through my mind."

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Li Shimin led an army of [-] and returned to Chang'an to celebrate the victory in the Western Regions. He looked at Jiu Feng and frowned slightly: "Don't go out next time."

Jiu Feng was slightly stunned, and smiled lightly. He really couldn't go out anymore, and it was time to leave.

"Don't worry about laughing, the second brother's skin and tender flesh are all taken care of by you." Li Shimin dismounted, walked towards Jiufeng, and helped him up.

"Second brother, it's just a knife drawn on the leg, why don't you help Jiufeng get off the horse yourself?"

"There is no one else here, so you can let the second brother take care of you." He sighed.

Li Chengqian followed behind, and he stepped forward to support Jiufeng: "Father, it is enough for my son to support Jiufeng."

Li Shimin still has no intention of letting go.

"If you father and son continue to fight, my ninth brother's arm will be torn off." The eldest grandson Yinyin, dressed in riding clothes, approached Jiufeng: "You child, blocked the knife again? You really are disobedient."

Jiufeng smiled, supported his eldest grandson Yinyin's arm, and said to Li Shimin, "Sister, lend me a moment."

The eldest grandson Yinyin pinched his face: "Poor mouth." Then said to Li Shimin: "Our Chengqian is also injured, please help him!"

The eldest grandson Yinyin supported Jiufeng, and said softly, "Does your face still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He smiled.

"My sister really loves you."

"knowledge."

"But you messed up King Qin and Chengqian's hearts." Her round eyes were full of wisdom and understanding.

"...um..." he was surprised.

"When...when will you leave?" She looked reluctant.

"After Chengqian's birthday." Lifting his hand to wrap his eldest grandson's shoulders, he patted her head with pity, just like a brother and sister who have a good relationship.

"Can my sister still see you?" Weeping silently.

"Maybe…."

"Brat..."