Huan Rong

The taste of a hangover is really bad. Once you have tasted it, you never want to experience it again.

Huan Rong opened his eyes, and quickly closed them tightly again, with a groan, as if eighteen gongs were beating together in his head.

Lying on the couch on his back, with one hand on his forehead, recalling all the things of last night, an unspeakable feeling hit his heart again, his stomach churned, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

There was a rustling sound from behind the screen, so slight that it was barely audible.

Huan Rong didn't move, within ten breaths, Ah Mi carried a lacquer bowl around the screen, walked slowly to the couch, and said softly: "Your Majesty is awake?"

"En." Huan Rong turned his head, sniffed, smelling a strange yet familiar smell, his facial features immediately wrinkled.

"Lang-jun got drunk last night, and today I'm afraid I'll have a headache. I boiled sober soup, do you want to use some? Because your husband woke up late, I added more medicine, and the taste might be a bit bitter."

Ah Mi knelt down in front of the couch, holding the lacquer bowl with one hand, and the spoon with the other hand, scooping up a spoonful, the bitter taste became more and more pungent.

"Must drink?" Huan Rong stood up with one arm, looked into the bowl with his head, his nerves tensed instantly, thinking that it was more scary than five-spicy vegetables.

"Your Majesty has made arrangements a few days ago, and today he is going to inspect the Beicheng military camp, so there must be no delay." Ah Mi reminded.

"..." Huan Rong lay back on the couch, suddenly feeling that there was nothing to love in life.

"Lang Jun?"

While speaking, the lacquer bowl moved closer.

"I'll drink." Huan Rong gritted his teeth fiercely, his voice almost squeezed out from the gap between his teeth.

Not long after taking office, the affairs of Youzhou have just started to improve, and the scheduled itinerary must not be changed.

Isn't it just a bowl of hangover soup?

Idiot!

Ah Mi handed over the spoon, but was gently pushed away.

Huan Rong took the lacquer bowl, tested the temperature, and felt that it was okay to drink, so he raised his head and drank it down.

Rather than "tasting" spoon by spoon, it's better to enjoy it all at once.

It's a pity that there is a price to be paid for being happy.

In an instant, the bitter taste filled the mouth, completely eroding the taste buds.Huan Rong's face was wrinkled, and he covered his mouth with one hand, not daring to let go, for fear of spitting out all the soup and medicine he drank.

Seeing this, A Mi immediately offered a plate of candied fruit, "Your Majesty, use some."

Huan Rong didn't make a sound, picked up two at a time and threw them into his mouth without looking at them.

The sweet and sour taste of the candied fruit dispelled the bitter taste, Huan Rong let out a breath slowly, and finally came back to life.

He swore that he would never get drunk again in his life unless it was absolutely necessary.Compared with this bowl of hangover soup, any festival or New Year dish is simply delicious.

It must be admitted that although the hangover soup is bitter, the effect is excellent.

In less than half a quarter, the headache and tinnitus that bothered Huan Rong gradually weakened, his vision became clear, and his hands and feet began to regain strength, no longer as if they were filled with lead.

"Your Majesty, do you want to wash up?" A Mi asked.

"kindness."

Huan Rong tried to sit up, shaking his head carefully, the headache disappeared without a trace, and he suddenly felt refreshed.

A Mi walked around the screen and clapped her hands in front of the door, and soon a servant brought the washing utensils.

Huan Rong cleansed his face and rinsed his mouth, changed into a blue robe, then sat on the side of the couch, A Mi tied his hair.

"Brother Qin got up?"

"Back to Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin got up three quarters ago and used the hangover soup. Now in the passenger compartment, he has not had breakfast yet."

This is waiting for him?

Huan Rong pinched the center of his brows, thinking of what happened last night, he didn't know what attitude he should use to face Qin Jing.

Pretending to know nothing?

Obviously not.

But it is impossible to think about it as before.

"Lang Jun?"

"fine."

Ignoring Ah Mi's question, Huan Rong stood up, tightened the belt with the jade buckle tightly, and said: "Dinning in the side room, send someone to invite Qin Langjun."

"promise!"

Seeing that Huan Rong didn't want to say more, Ah Mi didn't ask any more questions, and saluted, and brought her servants down to make arrangements.

Huan Rong walked down the corridor alone, when the cool morning wind came blowing towards his face, mixed with unfinished water vapor, he suddenly felt refreshed, and the boredom and heaviness seemed to be swept away.

"It's almost June."

Talking to himself, Huan Rong walked slowly through the corridor on wooden clogs.

In the sound of clicking, the hem of the long-sleeved clothes fluttered with the wind, bringing the warm fragrance in the sleeves, blending with the fragrance of flowers floating in the courtyard, making people want to be intoxicated.

Several servants were cleaning the courtyard, when they saw Huan Rong walking by, they stopped their movements by coincidence, and watched him walk through the corridor, their cheeks were flushed, and there was a hint of infatuation in their eyes.

"Lang Jun seems to be handsome again..."

"If you can get the attention of your lord, your life will not be in vain." A handsome servant girl said.

"Hurry up and get rid of such thoughts." Hearing the foolish words of his companion, the elderly servant hurriedly looked around to confirm that Ah Mi was not there, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Just thinking about it doesn't work?"

"Of course not!" The elder maidservant said in a deep voice with a solemn expression, "Back then, Mr. Lang was studying in Kuaiji, and someone around him had the idea that the whole family would be punished as farm slaves, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead!"

Seeing that the other party was still unconvinced, the voice of the older servant became more and more severe.

"Hugh, why don't you listen! Who is the gentleman, and who are you? Even if you can get the attention of the gentleman, what can you get? The gentleman will get married sooner or later, what will you do then?"

When meeting someone who is tolerant, treat her as a joke and dismiss her.If she meets Princess Yuyao, how can she survive.Even if the future mistress doesn't do anything, how can the dowry concubine be easy to mess with!

Taking ten thousand steps back, with Princess Nankang's usual behavior, she would not allow Huan Rong to have such a servant by her side. What happened in Kuaiji is a lesson from the past!

"You and I are from the same village, so I remind you like this. If you don't listen to the advice and want to die, I will definitely ask someone to deliver a letter to your family. At that time, your family will be punished as farm slaves, but it is too late to regret it!"

Hearing this, the handsome servant girl's eyes widened, her face turned blue and white, she bit her red lips, and did not open her mouth to refute, but a look of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.Thinking of the few concubines I saw in the Huan Mansion before coming to Youzhou, and occasionally hearing the Third Young Master teasing with the servants, my heart became even hotter, and I obviously didn't stop thinking about it.

As everyone knows, the words of the two were heard by the other person, and within a moment it reached A Mi's ears.

Before the next day, the thoughtful servant girl was sent back to Jiankang, including her family members in Yandu, who were sent to the farm to be punished as farm slaves. Since then, there has been no news.

The servant who reminded her was also sent away. It was also a farm, but his father became a small steward. The whole family thanked Princess Nankang and Huan Rong for their kindness.

Things passed without even a splash.

Huan Rong didn't even realize it at all, and had no idea that there were two missing servants.

unfair?

indeed.

If you choose someone else, the servant girl may be able to fulfill her wish.But choosing Huan Rong, it can only be said that she can't see the situation clearly, her heart is too high, and she will fall miserably in the end.

The Assassin's Mansion follows Yandu's rules, and eats three meals a day. The breakfast is mostly millet porridge and rice porridge, paired with rice cakes and steamed cakes, and occasionally fried cakes.

Side dishes are often roasted meat and pickled vegetables, as well as jelly cooked by the chef.Crystal clear, trembling cut on the plate, drip some sauce, and prepare a small plate of cornel, it is the best meal.

As soon as Huan Rong sat down, Qin Jing walked into the room.

The expected embarrassment did not appear. After greeting each other, neither of them mentioned what happened last night, but the contract they made.

Qin Jing hopes that the military vehicles can be made as soon as possible, and if it is not possible, they can be delivered in batches to solve Wubao's urgent need.

"But something changed in the North?" Huan Rong asked.

Qin Jing nodded, and said: "I heard the news this morning that the Di people have invaded Guzang and marched straight into Liangguo. Murong Xianbei gathered [-] troops, and Taifu Murong Ping personally took command of the seal and sent troops from Yecheng. Watch Its route, [-]% will use Bingzhou to go straight to Xihe."

West River?

Huan Rong's expression changed slightly.

Leading troops to attack Xihe County, and obviously fighting Qin's Wubao, is Murong Xianbei really going to die?

Huan Rong didn't know much about Murong Ping, he only knew that he was at odds with Murong Chui, and that he was currently controlling the court of Yan Kingdom, and he was an old hand in politics.He really has no concept of what achievements he has made in the military.

"Murong Ping has led troops in many battles, and his achievements are remarkable."

Seeing Huan Rong's doubts, Qin Jing said without the other party asking: "In the fifth year of Xiankang, Murong Ping, Murong Jun, Mu Yugen, and Mu Yuni led troops to attack Zhao, beheaded the general of Zhao State, and won a battle. Great victory. Afterwards, the state of Zhao declined and lost to Murong Xianbei again."

"In the first year of Jianyuan, Murong Ping was ordered to attack the Dai Dynasty. The Dai Wang Tuoba Shiyiqian did not dare to fight, so he abandoned the city and fled."

"In the seventh year of Yonghe, Murong Ping led his troops to attack Ran Wei, smashed Nan'an, and beheaded the defenders. The next year, he captured Ye, the capital of Ran Wei. Before the Yan Kingdom moved its capital, he was ordered to guard the area."

This is one of the reasons why after Murong Ke's death, Murong Ping was able to eliminate dissidents and replace Murong Chui.

In a sense, Yecheng is his lair.

No matter Murongchui or Kezuhun's clan, they are not as powerful as him here.

Murong Jun's reign was good, when Murong Jun passed away and Murong Wei succeeded to the throne, no one in the court could suppress Murong Ping, and Yecheng naturally became his possession.

After listening to Qin Jing's narration, Huan Rong couldn't help being smart, feeling terrified.

It is true that there is no simple person who can gain a foothold in troubled times.

Before that, he once classified Murong Ping as a politician playing tricks, not wanting things to be completely different from what he imagined.Not only is Murong Ping not a pure politician, but he has martial arts.

This is clearly the Xianbei version of Sima Huan!

At this point, it can only be said that the opponent's chess is better than him, and he has more means than him. It must not prove that he is incapable and is an incompetent person.

Now, Murong Chui led his troops to the north, obviously wanting to part ways with Yan; Murong De was enraged by Yecheng, so he gave up attacking Jingzhou, and planned to join forces with Murong Chui to defeat Goguryeo and stand on his own.

Seeing the intention of the Di people to attack Zhang Liang, Murong Ping made a decisive decision, no longer dispatched others, and personally led the army to go out. The goal was not to regain Jingzhou and other lost lands, but to take Xihe directly through Bingzhou!

Xihe County is the headquarters of the Qin Clan. If Xihe is lost, Wubao's army will be in disarray.

Murong Ping would be able to break through the blockade with one blow and unite with Fu Jian.

At that time, Qin's Wubao will definitely be in crisis.

As for the entanglement between Diren and Murong Xianbei, it can be settled after Qin's Wubao.

After thinking through all this, Huan Rong finally understood why Qin Jing wanted the chariot so urgently, and why he said such words last night.

"Brother Qin, I will send a letter to Yandu immediately."

Without further ado, once the Qin Clan's Wubao was destroyed, there was no guarantee that Murong Xianbei would not take the opportunity to go south.

Last year, there were frequent natural disasters, and Zahu caused chaos in the territory. Murong Xianbei's life was not easy.

After defeating the formidable enemy of the Qin clan, and then uniting with the Di people for a short period of time, Murong Ping was able to go south freely, not seeking to invade Jiankang, but only looting in Qiaozhou to make up for last year's losses.

Thinking of the possible consequences, Huan Rong suddenly felt terrified.

Although the matter has not reached that point yet, he is now the assassin of Youzhou, in charge of a state and responsible for the safety of the people in the state.

Forget about not knowing the situation. Now that you know it, you must consider the worst and take precautions in advance, so as to avoid being taken advantage of by the enemy and being caught off guard, defeated and robbed.

Hearing Huan Rong's words, Qin Jing said solemnly: "I don't want to thank you for your kindness. If Wubao can survive this crisis, Jing will surely fulfill what I said earlier."

"Brother Qin, you are polite." Huan Rong nodded, his expression was not the slightest bit relaxed.

The Qin family has plans to become king, and one day they will meet with their swordsmen.But he knows the priorities, sitting back and watching Qin's Wubao being breached by the barbarians, allowing the strongest Han regime in the North to disappear, is definitely harming others and not benefiting himself, only a fool will do it!

Huan Rong was not in a hurry to eat, so he ordered his servants to bring pens and paper, and wrote a letter on the spot.

The letter not only mentioned military chariots, but also battering rams and ladders.

According to the contract with Qin Jing, these special goods do not need to be sent to Youzhou, but can be directly shipped from Yandu and sent to Pengcheng along the waterway.

"For the sake of caution, Yandu's caravan only goes to Pengcheng." Huan Rong stopped writing and handed the written letter to Qin Jing.

Help is a help, and you must always ensure the safety of your own people.

Murong Ping led his troops to the expedition, aiming directly at Qin's Wubao, with Huan Rong's current status and strength, it was not easy to get involved.

Selling weapons can be used as an excuse for "business". If it is involved in the battle between the two sides, it will definitely not be worth the loss, and it may lead to a disaster.

The bottom line is that he is also in trouble, and it is safer to stay under the table until the crisis behind him is resolved.

"I understand Brother Rong's concerns." Qin Jing didn't force it.

It's not easy for Huan Rong to be able to help in this regard. If you want to maintain the "friendship" with each other, you can't make progress in everything.Huan Rong cherishes this short-lived alliance, so why not.

The letter was tied to Goshawk's leg and sent to Yandu on the same day.

Qin Jing stayed at the Assassin's Mansion to wait for news, while Huan Rong went out to inspect the barracks.

Perhaps to avoid suspicion, Qin Jing stayed in the Assassin's Mansion all the time after entering the city, and rarely stepped out of the mansion, which was completely different from when he was in Yandu.As for whether they will be secretly inquiring, it is unknown.

But with Jia Bing and Zhong Lin joining forces, even if one or two of them can be found out, it will not be related to the core, so there is no need to worry too much.Instead, he can take the opportunity to show off his muscles and show his strength to the opponent.

In response to Qin Jing's attitude, Huan Rong became more and more aware that with the growth of his own strength, the relationship between the two parties is changing day by day, like a tight rope, both ends of which are constantly exerting force, and will eventually be disconnected one day.

And the day the rope is broken, it will be the end of the "friendship".

"got windy."

Pushing open the car door, Huan Rong looked at the sky.

It was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

At this moment, a chubby pigeon flew from the east, accurately found the car where Huan Rong was, and flapped its wings to land on the roof of the car.

Amidst the cooing sound, the dove left the roof of the car and flew to the door.The gray-black little head turned around, and walked towards Huan Rong, looking very gratifying.

Qian Shi, who was driving the chariot, stretched out his hand to grab it, but the pigeon honked and turned back to peck fiercely.Fortunately, Qian Shi hid quickly, otherwise he would be pecked off a piece of meat.

Huan Rong was surprised.

This is a pigeon?The fresh meat in your impression?

Could it be that the pigeons in the Jin Dynasty were of different breeds, and they ate meat instead of vegetarian?

Qian Shi wanted to catch him again, and the pigeon became more ferocious, this time he hit the peck, leaving a bloodstain on the back of his hand.

Seeing the pigeon flapping its wings and flying towards Huan Rong, Qian Shi hurriedly said: "Be careful, sir!"

I don't want the dove to fly into Huan Rong's arms, rubbing against the sleeves that are stained with warm fragrance, his appearance is very docile, not as vicious as before.

Qian Shi was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

Huan Rong was equally astonished, and tried to stretch out his hand, but the pigeon didn't move, so well-behaved that people couldn't believe it.

"My lord..."

"No problem." Huan Rong signaled Qian Shi to continue driving, holding the pigeon with both hands, seeing the silk cloth tied to the pigeon's legs, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He untied the silk cloth without any hesitation, unfolded it for a rough look, and his expression became inexplicable.

There are several lines of handwriting on the silk cloth, all of which are written in big seal script.

Huan Rong was thankful that he had put in a lot of hard work, otherwise he wouldn't be able to understand a single word.

"Are you raised by your aunt?" After reading two lines, Huan Rong looked down at the pigeon, which was fluttering on his shoulders, fluffing its breast feathers, and rubbing its small head sideways.

Continuing to look down, Huan Rong's expression became more and more exciting.

"There are rumors in the capital that Emperor Yi is impotent and unable to court his daughters. He often summons Zhu Lingbao and others to attend his inner bed. Zhu and the others took this opportunity to make love with the beauties Tian and Meng, and gave birth to three sons illegitimately.

The emperor didn't think it was disobedient, instead he pretended to be his own son, and wanted to make one of them the prince, so as to confuse the blood of the royal family and subvert the emperor's foundation.This trip will disrupt the foundation of the country and will surely lead to great disaster. "

Translated, it means that Sima Yi was sick and unable to bear children, so he falsely claimed that the son of the concubine and the concubine's affair was his own son, and wanted to make him the prince.This kind of behavior is simply nonsense, Jin people can't bear it!

After reading the whole article, Huan Rong was speechless.

Princess Nankang once told him that the three princes in the palace might not be of Sima's blood.But for the sake of the Jin family's face, this matter must be covered up and cannot be spoken to outsiders.

Uncovering it carelessly like this, even if you want to cover it, you can't cover it.

One of the Jiankang gentry counts as one, and no one can continue to pretend to be stupid, they must show their attitude.

"This idea is poisonous, who came up with it?"

As Huan Rong read it, he already had the answer in his heart.

In history, Sima Huan did use this excuse to abolish the emperor, but he also had some scruples, and it was only spread in a small area, and he did not publicize it so much.Acting like this now is definitely going to push the Jin family into a corner.

At the end of the matter, regardless of what Sima Yi did, whether or not he could prove that the three princes were his own, the Jin family would lose their reputation and become a joke.

Whether referring to historical development or according to the current situation, Sima Yi had to abdicate.The mother specially sent a letter from Jiankang, it must be to remind him that the scumbag father is afraid that he will do something in the near future, so he had better be more careful.

Huan Rong read the content on the silk cloth again, and felt that his mother in Jiankang was even more dangerous.

Historically, Sima Yi was abolished, and the scumbag father elected King Langya to the throne. A compromise was reached with the Jiankang gentry, and the two sides did not use force.

The situation is different now, the Empress Dowager Chu clearly supports Prince Langya, so it is hard to guarantee that the scumbag father will not suddenly have a brain twitch.

Thinking of this, Huan Rong became more and more worried.

"Qian Shi."

"The servant is here."

"When you arrive at the barracks, you immediately gather fifty private soldiers and go to Jiankang with my warrant to protect my mother's safety. If you meet someone with ulterior motives, you don't need to show mercy, you can kill them on the spot!"

"promise!"

Huan Rong leaned against the wall of the chariot, and did not write a reply, but took off the gold thread tied to the jade pendant, looped it around the pigeon's right leg, and tied a slipknot.Make sure that the golden thread will not loosen before stroking the dove's back feathers and letting it fly.

Watching the pigeon fly away, Huan Rong pursed his lips, hoping that his mother could understand what he meant.

As for why you didn't write a reply...

He can understand the seal script but write poorly. Will he explain why?Absolutely not!

Jiankang

Sima Yi was leaning on the couch, his robe was unbuttoned, his temple hair was disheveled, and his whole body smelled of alcohol.

Yanren and palace concubines were afraid to go forward, eunuchs and palace maids were even more silent, carefully kneeling by the wall, not even daring to breathe.

"I have impotence, so I can't protect my daughter? Well, it's really good, wonderful, this excuse is really good, hahaha..."

Sima Yi was laughing while beating the low couch, his voice was hoarse, like the neighing of a night owl, it hurt people's ears.

"Huan Wen, Xi Chao, Wang Tanzhi, Xie An, Wang Biaozhi... who else? They are all famous ministers and scholars, the pillars of the country! What do I count? In their eyes, what do I count?!"

The long sleeves swept across suddenly, the wine cup fell over, Sima Yi seemed crazy, his red eyes glanced at the crowd, and shouted: "Get down, get out of here!"

Everyone exited the inner hall as quickly as possible as if they had received an amnesty.

"Aran."

"My servant is here." An eunuch stayed at the end, and when he heard Sima Yi's voice, he immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Bring the bamboo slips, I want to make an edict." Sima Yi sat up, his smile became strange, "I want to send a big gift to the Queen Mother and all the virtuous ministers!"

Glancing at Sima Yi's strange expression, the eunuch suddenly felt his scalp go numb.Not daring to hesitate for a moment, he immediately presented the bamboo slips, and wanted to grind the ink, but he heard Sima Yi say: "Take the carving knife!"

Such an important edict should naturally be engraved on bamboo slips.

Sima Yi spread out the bamboo slips, held a carving knife in his hand, and ordered the eunuch to move a three-legged lamp to illuminate it.

In the slightly dark inner hall, the thin figure was reflected on the wall, elongated continuously with the swaying firelight, accompanied by hoarse laughter and the blunt sound of the blade across the bamboo slips, showing a bit weird and treacherous.

The eunuch moved the candlelight, glanced at the bamboo slips carelessly, just glanced at it, and immediately lowered his head with a pale face, soaked in sweat all over his body.