I'm still so majestic

The next morning, Fu Zhihuai left Beijing.

Yan Ji went to see him off at the gate of the city. He was wearing a plain Tsing Yi, stood under the horse with an umbrella and looked at him with a smile. His brows were peaceful, and the wanton in his eyes was hidden in the tranquility. It was not as eye-catching as before, but it was more tolerant.

Like a sword that once showed its sharpness, it gradually polished the most superficial aura of intimidation and self-injury after years of twists and turns, forming a solid barrier, hiding its pride and aura in the depths. .

In the past, the angry horse in fresh clothes laughed and scolded the young man, but he finally grew up to be indomitable.

But this growth has come at a high price.

Yan Ji stepped forward, trying to pull out a smile: "I've known you for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen you wearing such clothes, it looks pretty good."

"Really? That couldn't be better." Fu Zhihuai's eyes were bent into gentle arcs: "But in my heart, your best appearance was in the Prime Minister's Mansion that year. I pulled your sleeve and asked you what you want in the future." The way you looked up and glared at me when you didn't want to marry me, well, it's very pretty."

Yan Ji couldn't help laughing: "What did you say?"

Fu Zhihuai laughed along with him, and then didn't speak, just stood there and looked at him deeply, with no emotion on his face, and no emotion in his eyes. After a long while, he suddenly stepped forward, opened his arms and hugged Yanji tightly.

The oil-paper umbrella fell on the ground, and the wind and rain dripped on their cheeks, making them slightly cool.

But Fu Zhihuai's voice was more bleak than the rain: "Actually, Yan Xiaojiu, I'm still very unwilling."

"In these years, I have been thinking about the words you said to me in the imperial study. At that time, you asked me whether I loved you who stood smiling on the white embankment many years ago, or you who are now thinking deeply and unscrupulously. At that time, I was too flustered and didn't say anything, but later I thought, whether it's you in the past or you in the present, isn't it all you?"

He smiled: "But you are right to say that I am cowardly."

Yan Ji let him hold her, without moving or making a sound.

Fu Zhihuai didn't speak any more, just stood quietly holding Yan Ji.The sound of the wind around is still there, the rain slowly drips down the face, and falls into the neck, the coldness spreads instantly, slowly, but there is a warm and moist touch, which gradually becomes clear in the cold.

He cried.

Yan Ji's eyes were hot, and suddenly there was a sore feeling, and she was almost on the verge of tears.At such a moment, he suddenly remembered many things in the past. Fu Zhihuai took him to tease the Tai Tuo together, caught the koi in the pond, and then took him to tease the cat of the Empress Dowager Yixian. Laughed a few times under the peach blossoms. At that time, Fu Zhihuai loved to laugh, the kind of wanton and eye-catching, undisguised smile, innocent and indulgent.

Suddenly a world away.

"Recently, I've always dreamed about our past." Fu Zhihuai said in a soft voice, "We drink wine and play flowers, play around, like to stand on the highest place in the capital and look into the distance, laugh when we are happy, and make trouble when we are unhappy. "

He said: "At that time, I was not worthy of the position, and you had not yet ascended the throne. In the eyes of others, we were all playboys who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun. We have nothing. Now I am an extremely powerful minister, and you are powerful in the world. The heartless years were the happiest of my twenty years."

Yanji's neck felt more and more moist.

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and gently hugged Fu Zhihuai, the moment his palm fell on the latter's back, Fu Zhihuai paused, and then the strength of his hand suddenly increased, deeply, as if melting into the flesh and blood.

Fleeting, like a hallucination.

After this hug, Fu Zhihuai took a deep breath, let go suddenly, took a step back, his face was calm and calm, even though the corners of his eyes were a little red.

He looked at Yanji, and for the last time, the wanton expression of the past appeared on his face. He suddenly looked like the old boy, and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "We have traveled thousands of miles, and there are many mountains and rivers. Yan Xiaojiu, you must take care of yourself. .”

After all, he took a deep look at Yan Ji, as if he wanted to engrave his face in his mind, then took a step back, got on the horse, and never looked back.

Yan Ji stared blankly at his back slowly turning into a dot in the wind and rain until he could no longer see it. After a while, the raindrops on his head were covered by an oil-paper umbrella. Fu Zhihuai stood behind him holding the umbrella with one hand, holding the umbrella gently. Holding his hand, the tone was very soft: "Your Majesty, go back."

Yan Ji closed his eyes and turned around.

"……it is good."

After returning, Yanji went to the dungeon of Dali Temple.

The capital is constantly raining and the dungeon is dark and humid. Yan Ji walked through the darkness expressionlessly, and saw Fu Xingzhang in the deepest part of the prison. He was holding the picture scroll, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, without any expression.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and closed them again after seeing Yan Ji.

Yan Ji stood silently outside the cell door for a long time, then said in a low voice: "Mingcheng is gone."

Fu Xingzhang suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dongjiaguan is three thousand miles away." Yan Ji met his eyes: "Tell me, will Yan Zhou let him reach Dongjiaguan alive, or, even if he arrives, can he survive the war and turmoil at the border?" how long?"

"Yanji, how can you bear it?!"

"You should ask yourself why you have the heart?!" Yan Ji's eyes turned red: "You think I'm willing to let him go out of Beijing? He invited him to go to Dongjiaguan in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. When he left, he had nothing but a plain robe and a lonely horse. He went to Dongjiaguan, Dongjiaguan! Fu Xingzhang, don’t you know what he’s for?!”

Fu Xingzhang was taken aback for a moment, and slowly tightened his hand holding the scroll.

"But it doesn't matter. I'm relieved to see that you're not doing well." Yan Ji looked at him, and slowly pulled out a cruel smile: "Look, half of your life was cowardly and ignorant, half of your life was a walking dead, and at the end You killed your friend, missed your only son, ruined your reputation, and all the glory of the prime minister's mansion disappeared because of you. You don't have to care, after all, you don't have a few days left, and you don't know anything after you die. Will Yun Rumei wait for you?"

Fu Xingzhang's face suddenly turned pale, and the hand holding the scroll couldn't help shaking violently.

Looking at his painful appearance, Yan Ji felt joy in his heart, and without saying anything, he turned around and walked outside. When he walked up the last step of the door, he heard a hoarse and painful cry from behind in the silence, Slowly, until the hoarseness.

The prison door closed, blocking everything behind.

That night, news came from Dali Temple that Fu Xingzhang's consciousness collapsed and he begged for death several times. Finally, taking advantage of the jailer's inattention, he swallowed Yun Rumei's picture scroll, his stomach ruptured and he died.

When Yanji heard this, he was copying Buddhist scriptures in the Xuanjing Palace, and after hearing the words, he only said that he knew it, and he didn't say anything.

On September [-]th, the main culprit in the case of Fu Xingzhang was executed at Meridian Gate, and the rest of the party was exiled on the same day, and the dust settled.

After this incident, the power of the nobles of the aristocratic family was slashed, and the power belonged to the emperor. After several bloody storms, someone finally couldn't hold back, coveted the position, and wrote letters for days.

Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Before going to court, all the ministers had been guessing who would succeed Fu Zhihuai, so after going to court, someone spoke up, stating the importance of the position, and writing a letter to promote him as soon as possible.

After listening to them with a blank expression, Yan Ji glanced at the vacant seat next to Su Mou, and said lightly: "There is no need to mention this matter again, here, Daqi's prime minister will only be Fu Zhihuai, he is here, yes If he is not here, I will also reserve this position for him."

What he said was categorical, leaving no leeway.

Su Mou bowed: "I thank Your Majesty for your kindness on behalf of Ming Cheng!"

Zou Qi changed his face and took a step forward: "Your Majesty, the prime minister is in charge of the six ministries, which involves a lot of things. If the position is empty, it will be inconvenient, and it may cause trouble in vain. Your Majesty must not act rashly."

"Yes, this is a big matter, Your Majesty needs to think more about it."

"I implore Your Majesty to think twice."

"His Majesty……"

"..."

Yan Ji seemed to have never heard of it, no matter how hard they tried, they still had the same expression.

Seeing that he didn't take oil and salt, Yan Zhou finally got anxious and walked to the middle: "Your Majesty, the Taizu has taught that the position of the three princes should not be empty for a day, just like what your lords said, there are many disadvantages, and the ministers are aware of it." Your Majesty and Fu Zhihuai have a very deep relationship, but in this court matter, your Majesty should not be too attached to the old friendship, act rationally!"

Yan Ji pulled out a disdainful smile.

Yan Zhou gritted his teeth, and spoke again, what he said seemed to be sensible and emotional. After listening to him for a long time, Yan Ji finally stopped being indifferent before, and lowered his head. Seeing this, all the officials thought that His Majesty He changed his mind, and before he could be happy, he heard a cold voice from above: "I said, with me, Daqi's prime minister will only be Fu Zhihuai."

Yan Zhou raised his fingers together: "Your Majesty said this, why and why?"

What these words said was really overstepping. The hearts of the officials jumped, but they didn't hear the emperor's anger. They couldn't help but raised their heads and saw the cold smile on the mouth of the man above them. They paused every word: "Because, sitting here now In the seat—”

"It's me."

Yan Zhou's throat moved, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Yan Ji raised his head: "So, as long as I am still in this position for a day, Da Qi's aspect will only belong to Fu Zhihuai alone. No one can persuade you about this, unless—"

He narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't say what he said, everyone could understand him.

The officials were startled, and hurriedly knelt down: "I dare not wait!"

Yan Ji bowed his head together with them. After a long time, he got up after hearing San Chao, clenched his fingers and looked up. Suddenly, he was caught off guard by a pair of extremely indifferent eyes. He couldn't help but pause, and then saw those eyes The master looked at him, and a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

Extremely harsh.