Huan Rong

According to the plan, Huan Rong rested for a whole day, got up early the next day, dispatched the assassin to drive, and went out of the city to see Huan Da Sima.

When father and son meet, there is no trace of warmth in the greetings. Instead, it seems to be wearing a mask, and the smile is full of falsehood.

During the conversation, Huan Wen was surprised by Huan Rong's growth, praised in his mouth, but feared in his heart.Huan Rong was surprised at the other party's aging, and seemed to be able to guess the reason why Huan Wen was in a hurry to return to Gushu.

This meeting is considered a routine, the task is completed, Huan Rong has no intention of staying longer.

When he was leaving, Huan Wen suddenly said: "My son, above the crown ceremony, I will personally take the words for you."

"Thank you, Father."

No matter what, Huan Wen was his father.It's fine if you don't open your mouth, once you open your mouth, Huan Rong can't refuse after all.It's the same even if Princess Nankang makes arrangements in advance.

Huan Wen nodded in satisfaction and said, "Go."

"promise."

After exiting the tent, Huan Rong's heart twitched slightly.Looking back, I found that the curtain had been lowered.

"Emissary?"

"It's nothing." Huan Rong shook his head, climbed onto the shaft of the car, closed the door, and buried his doubts in his heart.

In the military tent, Huan Wen's face was pale, and beads of sweat protruded from his forehead, instantly staining his temples.

The reason why he returned to Gushu in such a hurry that he didn't even show up at the court meeting was because his condition was getting worse and the doctors were helpless.If you stay in Jiankang and others see the clues, your efforts for several years may come to naught, and it will cause endless troubles.

"Duke Ming!" Xi Chao took two steps forward and reached out to support Huan Wen, his face full of worry.

"It's okay, don't make any noise."

Huanda Sima barely supported his arms, and said in a deep voice: "The people sent back to Gushu have already left?"

"I left the day before yesterday."

"Okay." Huan Wen gritted his teeth, clasped his palms tightly, and tried not to faint, "Send someone again, and make sure to keep my son safe!"

"promise!"

"When I get back to Gushu, I will ask for a good doctor..." Huan Wen's face was pale and his voice was hoarse, "That Taoist must be careful. Bhikkhuni, kill him."

"promise!"

Huan Rong returned to Qingxili full of doubts, and hurried to see Princess Nankang without waiting for a rest.

"Mom, Father's health is in trouble."

"I know." Princess Nankang calmed down, pushed a plate of pastries in front of Huan Rong, and said, "He was in a hurry to go back to his aunt, and secretly searched for a good doctor in the city. , after all, it cannot be cured, but it is getting worse day by day, and now it can only be supported by pills."

Speaking of this, Princess Nankang smiled lightly, pointed to the pastry and said, "Try it, the chef made it newly, boiled sweet-scented osmanthus with sugar."

Huan Rong picked up a piece, brought it to his mouth and took a bite, the sweet taste filled his mouth.

After drinking a sip of warm water, there is still a lingering fragrance in the mouth.

"But it's strange. Your father is seriously ill, and everyone else is kept in the dark. How can I know?" Princess Nankang put down the bamboo chopsticks, took a cloth towel and cleaned her hands.

"Love Aunt to solve the confusion."

"It all depends on the fine wine you sent." Princess Nankang laughed.

"Mum, I don't understand." Wine?Where does this start?

"Your father has enlisted in the army and has good wine, and he brought letters to the house the year before last." The point is over, there is no need to say anything extra.

"Mum, is this person trustworthy?" Huan Rong subconsciously frowned.

"What does it matter if you believe it or not?" Princess Nankang laughed.

Doesn't it matter?

Huan Rong blinked.

"It's just a matter of little effort, and it's not necessary to urge him to change his family immediately. Smart people know how to choose."

In the year of Huan Da Sima, the general's ears were smooth, but Huan Rong had not yet reached the crown.

Meng Canjun had no ambitions under Huanwen's tent, but for the sake of future generations, he would also form a good relationship.

"My son is taught."

Princess Nankang nodded, and continued: "Gua'er, the way to employ people is not whether you believe it or not, but whether you can use it or not. You should be suspicious when you use someone, and they can be used if you are suspicious. It's all about the means of the superior. Now it's your father, and it can be used in the future." Push yourself."

"In the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, the rituals and music collapsed, and the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty were in chaos for a hundred years. If you want to stand in power in a troubled world, gentlemen and villains must use it. If you use it well, you can become a sharp sword in your hand. I wish you great success."

"promise!"

Huan Rong respectfully agreed, and bowed in salute.

Exiting the main room, Huan Rong stopped by the porch, looking at the flying osmanthus, thinking about what Princess Nankang said, unconsciously took a deep breath, feeling a little dazed.

The mother-in-law grew up in Taicheng, and was taught by the Jin family, so the way of doing things must have followed her father and grandfather to some extent.

It can be inferred from this that even if the Jin family is so weak and overwhelmed by the gentry, it is not without capable people.It's just that the world is like this, and he is destined to only be a puppet, so what can he do for it.

After nightfall, a light rain fell in Jiankang.

At dawn, the rain did not stop, bringing a faint autumn coolness.

A Mi took a look at the sky, ordered the maidservant to stay by the door, walked around the screen by herself, and called out softly, "Your Majesty, it's time to get up."

"What time is it?"

"The time is right."

"Oh."

Responding confusedly, Huan Rong tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be heavy.He yawned, sat up with half-closed eyes, his limbs were a little sore.

Ah Mi handed over the silk cloth, Huan Rong took it, covered his face directly, and took a deep breath.

The warm water vapor soaked into the skin, and the spirit was lifted.

"Lang Jun?"

"kindness."

Responding casually, Huan Rong let go of his consciousness, sat quietly for a while, handed back the silk cloth, and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

"I'm going to enter Taicheng today, and I'll see my mother later."

Princess Nankang has already ordered to invite Huan Rong to the main room for dinner today.

With quick hands and feet, Ah Mi directed the servant to bring the robe and belt, and took out the sapphire pendant from the box.

"No need for this." Huan Rong straightened his collar, stopped A Mi, and said, "Pear the jade ring given by Aunt."

"promise!"

The Pisces pendant hangs by the side, the sleeves of the gown are over the knee, and the collar and cuffs are embroidered with flowers and birds, which complement the Ge scarf with hair.

"Let's go."

Huan Rong stepped on the wooden clogs and walked Xinxin through the corridor, the drizzle was blowing on his face, still carrying the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

In the main room, Princess Nankang is wearing a palace dress, with three phoenix hairpins slanted on top of her bun. The body of the phoenix is ​​adorned with fiery red treasures, and strands of gold thread hang from the mouth of the phoenix. The ends are dotted with gems the size of rice grains. Blur out light shades.

Seemingly speaking of something interesting, Princess Nankang let out a chuckle.

Mrs. Li nodded slightly, showing a graceful neck.There are two ambers swaying in the ears, which were sent by Huan Rong yesterday.

"Mum, aunt."

Huan Rong walked into the inner room and bowed his hands in salute.

Princess Nankang turned her head and said with a smile: "Gua'er is here, did you sleep well?"

"It's good to go back to my mother."

The maid brought the futon, and Huan Rong sat down.Seeing Princess Nankang's unabated smile, she asked curiously, "Why is Grandmother laughing?"

"Ask your aunt."

Huan Rong turned to Mrs. Li, who shook her head and said: "It's not a rare thing, but I met a strange person in the early years, gave me orders, and said some strange things, which were far-fetched but somewhat reasonable. Now Speaking of which, it’s just funny.”

The voice is gentle and gentle, like the first cry of a yellow oriole in my ears, it makes my spine go soft.

Huan Rong regained his composure, and suddenly wanted to sigh.

Regardless of the scumbag's character, it is really lucky to snatch such a beauty back.Although this beauty has her own heart... well, I can no longer think about it, as a son of man, how can my thoughts be so dirty.

Coughing, Huan Rong changed the subject and began to discuss with Princess Nankang whether she should enter Taicheng empty-handed, at least give a few gifts, it doesn't need to be too precious, it's right to save face for the emperor.

"Don't worry, everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared." Princess Nankang smiled, "The government likes Taoist classics, and I have a bamboo slip handed down from the Han Dynasty in my hand, which just suits his wishes. gone."

"What should Shuyi send? And the prince and princess?"

"No need." Princess Nankang shook her head, "In theory, they should give you a gift."

This statement is true.

Although Huan Rong is a junior, but in terms of power and strength, Sima Yao and his sister are not as good as they are, and they will all retreat.

What about the prince and princess?

Without real power, you can't speak in the court, and everything is useless.

What's more, the food town of the three county princesses is in Sheyang, and if they want to keep their annual grain tax, they have to hold their breath.

Before the princess's mother couldn't think about it, she tried to rely on her mother clan to intervene, but she was severely slashed before she tasted the sweetness.In the end, Sima Yu had to come forward to intercede, and Princess Nankang sent a letter to save the lives of his family.

Otherwise, it is difficult to guarantee that Huan Rong will not change his mind, stop playing the game of killing chickens to scare monkeys, and just go straight to the sword, making the family of the three surnames a complete history.

To express his gratitude, Sima Yu offered to be the guest of honor.

The emperor of a country personally crowning Huan Rong is definitely not a small political capital.

Princess Nankang entered Taicheng twice, had a heart-to-heart talk with Sima Yu, and then nodded, saying that officials are so magnanimous, which is rare in the world.

Sima Yu could only smile wryly.

Isn't it okay?

At first I thought it was easy to talk, but if I wanted to do it, I would kill people, and not just one or two.

In the final analysis, Huan Rong held the military power in his hands, went out of the town, and his business ran through the north and south, and his reputation spread far and wide. Huan Rong never looked sideways, so how can he be easy.

After figuring it out, Sima Yu swallowed unwillingly, took the initiative to put down his body, and handed out an olive branch.

Princess Nankang happily accepted it, turned around and went to the Empress Dowager Chu's palace.Before leaving the palace gate, the servants of Changle Palace hurried to ask for a doctor.

Knowing that Queen Mother Chu fainted from anger, Princess Nankang looked back and couldn't help being in a good mood.

Pretend?

Continue to install!

Do you really think you can fool the world by reading a few Daoist scriptures?

The official is not a fool, and neither is she.

After several calculations before, she almost killed her child, thinking that it would be over if she gave some benefits?It's just a fool's joke, let's dream of your yellow sorghum!

Since then, Empress Dowager Chu has become more and more honest, Changle Palace closed the palace gate, and never took the initiative to summon Princess Nankang.On the contrary, Sima Yu often handed out rewards, and several Shuyis showed their favor to Princess Nankang one after another.

Soon, Xie An was invited to be the crown of praise, and Huan Rong suddenly rose.

Think about it, the son of heaven is the guest of honor, the head of the Xie family is the crown of praise, the Wang family of Taiyuan, the Wang family of Langya and the Xi family of Gaoping are all the guests of honor, and the Wang family of Langya even sent a congratulatory message!

This kind of scenery can be said to be rare in the world, and it can only be seen when the top nobleman is crowned.

When the news came out, the children of the royal family were all envious.

Sima Daozi is still young, and his envy is limited.Sima Yao held the beauty in his arms, anticipating the beauty of the ceremony, he couldn't help being envious and jealous.It would be great if Huan Rong could be replaced by herself!

When Huan Rong arrived in Jiankang, various emotions of envy and jealousy fermented.Just wait for a suitable time to erupt, the most likely choice is on the day of the crown ceremony.

After breakfast, Huan Rong and Princess Nankang boarded the carriage and rushed to Taicheng in the drizzle.

Although the envoy's banner was not stabbed, everyone knew who was in the car.

When passing the imperial road, he happened to meet Wang Xianzhi, who opened the car door, smiled and bowed his hands to Huan Rong.

Huan Rong returned the salute in the car, thinking that he had been watched for several hours yesterday, but this man broke through the siege with his experience, without even looking back, subconsciously grinding his back molars, with a bit of "ruthlessness" in his smile.

Two carriages were driving side by side.

The clatter of horseshoes pierced through the rain curtain and spread far away.

On the way, Xie's car caught up.

Xie Xuan pushed open the car window, his handsome face was smiling, and the Jinxian crown hung down with a black silk tassel, which was fastened under his jaw.The court clothes are added to the body, less free and easy on weekdays, more solemn and solemn, and handsome and elegant.

"Thank you brother."

Huan Rong was the first to salute, and found that Xie Xuan and Wang Xianzhi only nodded at each other, their attitudes were quite indifferent, thinking about the reason, he couldn't help sighing silently.

Thinking of the Shangsi Festival, the two talked happily.When the Qushui was flowing, he even played the piano and wrote the inscription, which can be regarded as a close friend.

Time has changed and the world has changed, Wang Xianzhi entered the court as an official, intending to restore the former glory of the Langya Wang family.Xie Xuan, as the most outstanding disciple among his peers, also wants to protect the interests of the Xie clan.

Political struggles have always been cruel, and there is no room for soft-heartedness.

Both of them are outstanding people, between you and me, they will naturally drift away, and it is not easy to maintain a polite face.

Huan Rong had business dealings with the Wang family of Langya, and his relationship with the Xie family had also eased, so being caught between the two of them at this time, he inevitably felt awkward.

Three years ago, he would definitely try to avoid this embarrassment.

Now, instead of avoiding it, he has to face it.If you want to control power, gain the support of courtiers, and then aspire to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the word "avoidance" cannot be included in the dictionary.

More importantly, if he escaped today, the Langya Wang family and the Chen Jun Xie family will definitely re-evaluate him.Is it worth making friends with such an irresponsible person, and then forming an alliance with him?

Again, in the face of family interests, personal friendship can only stand aside.

The three carriages were moving at the same time, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Wang Xianzhi and Xie Xuan hardly spoke, Huan Rong coughed twice, and did not talk about the political situation of the court, but chatted with the two about the customs and customs of Youzhou, mixed with various interesting stories about Hu merchants in the Western Regions, which gradually eased the atmosphere and no longer seemed tense. .

"Thinking back in the Han Dynasty, the imperial court traveled to the Western Regions as an envoy, and the Huns admired the power of the imperial court. Even though the Huns were in trouble, they still paid tribute every year and worshiped at the feet of the emperor of Han. Now..."

The sound of sighing was covered by the sound of rain, and the three of them fell silent at the same time.

In two hundred years of troubled times, how many Han family sons were buried in the battlefield.The Hu people moved inward and attacked each other, and how many innocent people died.

The past glory was buried in history and shattered into specks of dust.

200 years, just 200 years!

"The decline, the decline, Hu will not return? Because of the humble king, Hu is almost exposed!"

"The decline, the decline, Hu will not return? The bow of the humble king, Hu is in the mud!"

Xie Xuan tapped on the wall of the car lightly and sang the poems in the national style.

Wang Xianzhi responded with a loud voice, and also knocked on the car board, and the sound came into the rain, with unspeakable grief and sorrow.

Huan Rong clenched his fingers tightly, his eye circles were slightly astringent, and his ears were ringing.There seemed to be a stone in his throat, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he knocked on the wall of the car with the two of them and sang loudly.

The reason why the Wei and Jin Dynasties are romantic and the world is wild is precisely because of the pressure of the times.

Wars were frequent and people were displaced.Regardless of whether the gentry is poor or poor, it is precarious.Behind the unrestrained and romantic, there is endless desolation and sadness hidden.

For the country, for the family, for the people.

For the whole troubled world.

"Deterioration, decline, Hu Bugui?"

The song is repeated, the mournful tune becoming passionate.

It is unknown which lord followed, or the passers-by on the bullock cart, the hoarse voice was like weeping blood.

Before he knew it, Huan Rong's vision was blurred, his fingers brushed the corners of his eyes, and they were stained with moisture.

"Gua'er." Princess Nankang said slowly, "The suffering of troubled times has been like this for a hundred years."

"Mom, I want to change this world."

After the words came out, Huan Rong immediately stopped, and looked at Princess Nankang uncertainly, but saw that the latter was smiling, the smile soaked into the bottom of the eyes, and the eye circles were slightly red.

"it is good."

Caressing Huan Rong's cheek, Princess Nankang said softly: "Mother is waiting for that day."

Even if she is gone, she will still kneel in front of the palace of Hades, not asking for reincarnation, she would rather be a lonely soul guarding her child until he fulfills his wish and ends this troubled world.

The carriage drove to the gate of the palace, and the gate guard stepped forward to check.

Holding the wat board in hand, Huan Rong got out of the chariot with Wang Xianzhi and Xie Xuan.

Princess Nankang transfers to the palace servant, and the maidservant holds the umbrella, and the eunuch lifts it up.This is the privilege given to her by Sima Yu, which symbolizes the honor of the eldest princess of the Jin family.

As the local assassin, Huan Rong still had to go to the court meeting when he returned to Jiankang.

There are no major issues recently, the only thing that needs to be "discussed" is that Huan Da Sima is not allowed to be the prime minister, and he is determined to return to Gushu.Sima Huan wants to go back to Gushu, and he is also the representative of the powerful ministers. Regardless of whether Xi Yin is willing or not, he must follow him to the table, please return to Zhenjingkou.

Sima Huan didn't go to the court meeting, and Xi Yin didn't show up. The civil and military classes looked at each other, and they didn't understand what kind of medicine these two gourds were selling.

Should it be resolutely opposed, or echoed out loud?

Sima Yu'an sat in the hall and never made a statement. Until the end of the court meeting, the matter still had no results.

As the music started, Sima Yu got up and left the palace. On the way, he suddenly looked at the queue on the right, and smiled kindly, "Anu, come back to the palace with me."

The hall suddenly fell into silence.

Dozens of eyes glanced over, doubts, curiosity, fear, all kinds of things.

Huan Rong stood up calmly, saluted Sima Yi as a junior, and when he raised his head, he didn't miss the surprise in his eyes.

Envoy Huan laughed.

Since you want to act, let's all act together.Sima Yu does not put on airs of the emperor, but wants to be a kind elder, and he is willing to cooperate.

As for the discussion between the DPRK and China, is it important?

Ten thousand steps back, he has the blood of the Sima family, and if he wants to, he can call him "uncle and uncle".Others want to discuss, go ahead and discuss.

What's Sima Yu's plan?

Seeing tricks and tricks, barefoot people are not afraid of shoes, but Mr. Huan is not afraid at all.

Sima Yu first became the prime minister and then entered the Ninth Five-Year Plan, comparable to a national first-class actor.Huan Rong's acting skills are average, but fortunately she has been tempered many times and can't say wrong lines.

The two are not like meeting for the first time, and the enthusiasm is surprisingly warm.

Sima Yao also went to the court meeting. When he walked out of the palace gate, he saw Sima Yu holding Huan Rong's hand with a smile on his face, and he was closer than himself. Unable to suppress the jealousy in his heart, his expression twisted instantly.