The happy life of the devil and the devil

"My lord, Your Majesty has returned to the army. The horse came to report that the former army has arrived twenty miles outside the city."

"Understood. - Prepare water, I want to take a shower and change clothes."

After bathing, Ling Yucheng rolled up his wet hair. He didn't move the military uniform or court clothes that were kept outside. Instead, he opened the rattan box, took out a cloth robe that had been carefully stored for an unknown amount of time, and stroked it inch by inch.

"The past 20 years have been like a dream, and today I return to my true self—"

Ten years of gathering together, ten years of experience, Beiliang's national strength is booming.Whether it was the integration of the military power of the major tribes, the withdrawal of the administrative power of the counties and counties, or even the cultivation of the civil service system, they all followed his plan when he first entered Beiliang, and walked steadily and steadily step by step.

Finally, four years ago, the Emperor Tiantong raised his army and launched a war against Dayu to destroy the country.

A year ago, Yuan Shao's imperial conquest came in person.

This year, he sat in the capital, handled political affairs, provided food and fodder, and quietly supported the circulation of the entire rear area under the strange eyes of the nobles in Beiliang.Until the fall of Yuyang three months ago, Emperor Dayu, concubines, princes and grandchildren came out in white clothes and crawled to the left.

The whole country rejoiced.

The moment Yuan Shao Yujia crossed the border of Beiliang, he left the political affairs of the capital and led his troops back to Qingzhou without looking back.But Yuan Shao actually let the brigade carrying the luggage and prisoners return to the capital on their own, and came straight to Qingzhou with two pro-armies of Jinwuwei and Habayashiwei.

Now, twenty miles away from the city gate...

There were cheers everywhere, and even his personal guards could not hide their joy when they came in and out. In 24 years, not only the local soldiers recruited from Qingzhou, but also the descendants of soldiers he brought from northern Xinjiang, all regarded them as The people of Beiliang wholeheartedly enjoyed this great national celebration.

At this moment, only the study where he closed the door and sat alone was silent.

Wooden hairpin and bamboo crown, clothed with straw shoes, Ling Yucheng smiled at the strange and familiar self in the mirror, spread a three-foot-wide piece of plain silk on the table, carefully flattened it with a paperweight, dipped it in thick ink.

"His Majesty Chen Qi..."

The closer he was to Qingzhou Fucheng, the faster Yuan Shao's heart beat.

It's not that he didn't expect Ling Yucheng to be sad, after all, he was born and raised in this country, where his flesh and blood are connected.After the triumphant return, Ling Yucheng also went on the congratulatory form in a regular manner, but at the moment he returned to the country, he went straight to Qingzhou, with the intention of not wanting to see each other.

Twenty miles, ten miles, five miles from the city, until he passed through the city gate, he still could not be seen coming to greet him.Such arrogance regardless of status has never been seen before, or has he really been hurt to the extreme?Yuan Shao urged the horse to gallop while thinking, and rushed straight to the mansion of Ling Yucheng's daily director. The moment he dismounted and stepped into the back hall, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"What's wrong--"

He opened his mouth to ask, but found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound, and instinctively strode towards the study.Along the way, everyone looked at him, but it seemed like no one saw him, and everyone seemed to have something to say to him, but the huge mansion was so quiet——

Pushing open the door, the moment his eyes fell on Ling Yucheng, it was like a Jiao Lei slashing his head, and Yuan Shao froze on the spot.

After an unknown amount of time, he stepped into the room, step by step, as soft as stepping on a cloud, empty and effortless.With great difficulty, she walked to the table, raised her hand to caress Ling Yucheng's cheek, retracted her hand as if it was burning when she touched it, and abruptly turned to the plain silk written all over the table.

These hands, which are easy to break gold and crack stones, could clearly see the fingertips trembling slightly when they stretched out. They touched the table three times in a row before taking the piece of plain silk into their hands and reading every word with concentration.

"Your Majesty:

It is very comforting to know the king triumphantly.

Ten years of gathering together, ten years of lessons, this is the autumn of this gentleman's achievements.The minister is worthy of His Majesty, and His Majesty is worthy of His Majesty.However, it is impossible for Yan to return to be the queen of Beiliang.The previous appointment is over, please start from now on.

Yucheng nodded. "

The plain silk was smeared with ink, and the dignified regular script carried a lightness that he had never seen before.In just a few lines, less than a hundred words in total, Yuan Shao read it three times from beginning to end, but he couldn't understand what was said above.

The previous appointment is over, please say goodbye from now on...

The previous appointment is over, please start now!

He always knew that his condescension to be the queen of Beiliang was just a deal, and he always knew that he used his talent to make Beiliang to a higher level, and he used this to prove himself to the world and to the mother country that abandoned him—— He also always knew that the moment he conquered Dayu was the moment when the transaction was completed.

The previous appointment is over, please start from now on.

Looking back, Ling Yucheng was sitting upright at the front of the table, with his hands folded in front of his abdomen, his head slightly leaned back on the back of the chair, his eyes were lightly closed, and there was even a trace of a peaceful smile on his lips.

His expression was peaceful, as if he had fallen asleep.

Wooden hairpins and bamboo crowns, commoner clothes and straw shoes, at this moment, he no longer even wears military uniforms in the army or court clothes necessary for attending grand ceremonies, but is completely dressed as a commoner, just like when he was removed from the genealogy and abandoned all official identities Walking out of the ancestral hall of the Marquis of Yunyang, that white dress that everyone can wear.

The front of the commoner gown was completely stained with blood, and a plain short knife with no inlays or decorations was stuck in the heart until it reached the hilt.

I have always known that he has never been sincerely happy in the past 20 years, and I have always known that being a man as the queen of Beiliang is an insult that is worse than death for him. Calmly and resolutely, never look back, and don't give me a chance to redeem my nostalgia!

"What did he...before?"

When I opened my mouth, I heard my own voice, which was so dry and hoarse that it didn't sound like a human voice.

Someone exclaimed.There was a faint sound of weeping.Someone weeps and holds a freshly ink-stained envelope over his head.

"What happens after my death is a decree. If you are gracious to His Majesty, you can send my ship, full of kerosene and charcoal, and burn the coffin at sea. My name is not allowed to be written on the spiritual seat of the military shrine. That's it. Sacrifice after death, and it will be natural."

The handsome man in front of him has the same features as before, and the wind and frost in the north for more than 20 years does not seem to have left many marks on him.It seems like just yesterday that he came to the moon at the appointment, and the man held the candle in the study room, talking eloquently:

"Third, after I die, I will not be buried in the imperial mausoleum, will not enter the ancestral temple, and will not be sacrificed."

If you don't bury an inch of land in Beiliang in life, you won't get a stick of cigarette in death.Even the bones would be burned with flames and scattered into the waves, not wanting to leave even a single speck in this world.

Is this the ending you planned for yourself from the beginning?

He even wrote on the letter, "What happens after the death is a will." Are you betting on the last game with me? With 24 years of credit, you bet that I can't bear to violate your last wish...

In June of the 34th year of Tiantong, Shangqin raised a large army to attack Yuxia.In September, after death.Following his will, the old ministry burned the coffin at sea and sank with the boat.

The author has something to say: Are you crying?

Are you stupid to cry?

heh heh heh heh...

Don't be impatient, everyone.

The so-called Double Eleven Special Code, to put it bluntly, is the Singles’ Day Special Code. The meaning of the Singles’ Day Special Code is that Xiaoling is #独狗# from beginning to end.

That is to say, this privilege is that His Majesty did not chase Xiao Ling at all (or did not chase after him at all), and Xiao Ling was single for the rest of his life, with a branch ending...

It's a branch ending!

Not the main ending of the text!

So everyone hopes that the author will work hard to finish writing with enough sincerity, and give a sweet HE ending of the text!