[Rebirth] Chronicle of the Two Capitals

In the autumn of the same year, King Zheng and King Qi returned to Beijing to report on his duties. He and Princess Xiangling rebelled against the generals of the Left Army and the Right Army. Mountain.The two kings of Zheng and Qi, Xiangling and their son-in-law were given to death by drinking poison, and their wives and concubines were imprisoned in the court and their children were confined to the clan's mansion.The generals of the two armies cut off their waists to show the public, so that the courtiers all over the world took it as a warning.

At the beginning of the next year, Jianyuan Jingning.

In the spring of the first year of Jingning, scholars were selected through the imperial examination.

In the third year of Jingning, the abbot of Baoguo Temple, Yao Chen, left the seclusion, and his younger brother told him about the fate of his name. For some reason, Liao Chen sighed three times.That night, he passed away in the temple, and his body did not rot or melt, which is amazing.

In the winter of the fourth year of Jingning, the Wutar Khan unified Mobei, led his troops to invade the border, and repeatedly violated the country, which seemed to be a serious disaster.

In the fifth year of Jingning, Yan Zonghui, the commander of Liangzhou Guards, took the title of General Conquering the North temporarily, and Le Mao, Minister of the Ministry of War, was ordered to supervise the army and lead the army to the north. They fought fiercely with Wutar for several months. Wutar was defeated. The suzerain state stopped at Yu'ertan.

At the end of the fifth year of Jingning, Yan Zonghui, the commander of the Liangzhou Guard, died of illness on the way back to the imperial court, and his son Yan Mu took over the Liangzhou Guard.

Jingning six years, Baishang Su Festival.

The orchid is applied in spring, and the chrysanthemum is flourished in autumn.An Guogong's villa in the suburbs of Beijing, green bamboos by the pool, autumn chrysanthemums outside the threshold, cool breeze, and intertwined flowers and flowers.

Every tenth birthday is expensive, and An Guogong's fiftieth birthday, all officials come to congratulate, and the house is full of guests.

In the flower hall, An Guogong Xiao Shen sat in the main seat, and An Guogong's wife sat in the second seat. She had a lot of children, and because there was no defense between men and women, they were seated according to the elders and concubines.The food table under the hall is full of seats, and the family order leads several officials to welcome the guests outside the door, and the announcements are heard repeatedly, all of whom are honored.

Servants and maidservants file in and out, either serving food or holding gifts, in an endless stream.

Before the banquet, the empress dowager and the emperor sent envoys to give gifts, which were also precious things.

An Guogong, together with his family and guests, knelt down to accept it and thank him.

On such occasions, it is easiest to find out what happened in the previous dynasty.

There are two visitors, one has a good personal relationship with the master, the other wants to show goodness to the master; there are also two who are unable to come, one has a deep discord with the master, and the other is really delayed by something.When the courtiers came here, they all looked around during the entertainment, and listened more carefully when they heard the announcement.

After a while, the family order and the etiquette officials entered, the night was dark, and there should be no visitors from far away.

Everyone exchanged glances in private, why didn't Yan Yong come?

Six years ago, there was a rift between Yan Yong and Yan Xun. In the past few years, this rift has not been filled, but has been deepened and expanded day by day.At first, Yan Ling, Minister of the Household Department, was willing to be a peacemaker, and wanted to make the two elder brothers put down their prejudices and make up with each other.He also knew that since he was a younger brother, his words were very light, and if he couldn't persuade him, he would give up.

After all, they are cousins. They have not turned into enemies, but they have actually turned into tit for tat.The same is true in terms of political views, Yan Yong once took advantage of his second son's marriage to join the royal family, and repeated the same trick, marrying Xiao Shen as in-laws about a year ago.

The brothers are centrifuged, and they can't make it to one place with all their strength. How can we talk about big things?Uncle Yan Zong passed away, and Yan Mu, who took over Liangzhou Wei, was loyal to the royal family and had no intention of disobedience. So far, Yan Xun Chaosi's dream of usurping the throne/power has long been empty talk, and he is the only one in the Yan family who is persistent. Today, I think about it with all my heart.

One cannot live without dreams, but one should not harbor delusions.If you put all your heart and soul into something, you will only die in depression when the thing fails.Evidence can also be found in the history of Tang Yu's previous life, such as Wu Chengsi in the Wu Zhou period, but now, Yan Xun will definitely become the laughing stock of later generations——

On the fiftieth birthday of political enemy Zuo Shen, Yan Xun died suddenly in his mansion. According to historical records, his death was poisonous.

Yan's family was originally in Jinling, and Yan Yong was the head of Yanjing, so he was naturally busy with this matter and had no time to attend the banquet.

In Xuanshi Palace, the envoy who gave the gift reported back to the imperial court, who attended the banquet, who attended the banquet, who did not arrive, and who did not arrive. This can also be used to gain insight into the camp of the courtiers.

There are many guests, even if the envoy is articulate, it took a while.At the end, he also talked about Yan Xun's sudden death incidentally. Yan Xun was the uncle of the country and an important minister. Naturally, the envoy thought that the emperor was in grief, so he smartly kneaded a few tears and choked with emotion.

The emperor sat behind the case, holding the imperial pen in his hand, and reviewed the memorabilia.When the envoy was reporting the matter, her gaze fell on the case, she was concentrating on it, and she seemed not to be distracted by other things. When she heard the word "Yan Xiang", she frowned fiercely, and the brows were cold and sharp.

The servants in front of the imperial court, such as Chi Zaiqingdai, etc., not to mention piercing the king's heart, at least can read words and demeanor.But this envoy is ignorant, Yan Xun passed away in the Yanjing mansion, how long has it been since he returned to the palace from An Guogong's Beijing suburb, how could the emperor not know, and he needs to report?

There was silence in the hall, only the envoys were sobbing and chatting, the show was over, he put down the sleeves that covered his face, but saw the emperor looking up at him.

Those eyes that were as dark as the night were like sharp blades that could pierce people's hearts. When the envoy was looked at by her like this, he felt that he was like a fish on a chopping board, being ravaged by the knife. Thinking that he had covered his face and cried without knowing it, a stab stabbed in his back , kneeling on the ground with weak legs: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Soon, the envoy realized that he had violated the taboo of the king. The king never needs someone who talks too much, let alone someone who presumes the holy will. He can pretend to cry to flatter the emperor now, and he can also flatter him in the future Others revealed important secrets before the imperial court.

The envoy became more and more anxious, fell down on the ground, and his shoulders trembled violently.Life and death are at stake, he has completely forgotten that the emperor on the imperial steps is only in the cardamom, if it is in an ordinary house, he is just a pretty little lady in the boudoir.

The so-called majesty accumulates over time, even if the courteous corporals are as gentle as jade on weekdays, and the wrath of the emperor lays down millions of corpses and bleeds for thousands of miles, how can it be a good friend?

A mere envoy, but there is no need for the emperor to be angry, she just glanced at Chi Zai, and Chi Zai gave the order, and the envoy was dragged away. After that, life or death, who knows?

On an autumn night, when the dew was deeper and heavier, Qing Dai led several maids in the palace to cover a few of the windows used for ventilation during the day.Then, she stepped forward, looked at the memorials accumulated several feet on the imperial case, and hurriedly persuaded: "Your Majesty, it is almost Haishi, at least take a rest." She paused, and added, " Greetings tomorrow, your face is haggard, His Highness must be worried."

Qingdai is very clear that what she says has no weight, the entire Forbidden Palace, the entire Yanjing—no, the entire Jin Dynasty, only the queen mother speaks, and the emperor obeys everything.

Well, it's not right, it should be that I dare not disobey.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the emperor's ice-covered face seemed to melt like a spring breeze, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.She didn't say to rest, nor did she say that she would not rest, but she put down the imperial pen and closed the memorial.

Gong'e brought a copper basin for washing, and she stretched her hands into it, and ripples appeared on the clear and clear water.

Her demeanor, her appearance, and her elegance are all taught by the Empress Dowager through precepts and deeds, she advances and retreats properly, and there is never any rashness.For example, when she cleans her hands and the water flows, she gently strokes the back of her hand with the palm of her hand, and then gently rubs the palms of both hands, rippling, but there is no splash of water.

Qing Dai was beside her, offering a towel.She watched the emperor clean and wipe his hands. His hands were as slender as jade, fair and tender, and much more slender than six years ago.Somehow, in Qing Dai's mind, she secretly compared the hands of the Empress Dowager in her memory, and then came to a conclusion: the emperor still needs it, and it will grow longer.

"The queen mother, have you ever rested?" The chiming bell that the former emperor had placed in the Jinshen hall was now placed in the Xuanshi hall, and the emperor glanced there.It was late at night, and it was inconvenient for her to go there. If A Niang went to bed, it would wake her up instead, and the loss outweighed the gain.

Originally, the Empress Dowager was self-disciplined, and her diet and rest were also regular, but after she ascended the throne, the Empress Dowager spent all night reviewing the memorabilia on the copywriting, and picked out simple and suitable memorabilia, so that she gradually got started with common affairs from easy to difficult.In short, the biological clock has been destroyed, and the work and rest are not very regular.

Therefore, the emperor asked this question.

Qing Dai respectfully replied: "Shicai, Weiyang Palace also sent palace officials to report, Your Highness will rest early, so please don't worry about it." The Empress Dowager and the Emperor's mother and daughter, no matter how busy they are, they miss each other all the time.So deep is the relationship, even blood relatives are rare.

That's it.

The emperor nodded his head, and then the maid of the bedroom served him to change his clothes and wash his hands, and the bed curtain of the imperial couch was slowly drawn down like a light veil.Only Gong'e was on duty at night, and the others turned off the palace lanterns one by one, and retreated quietly, leaving one in the corner of the palace, with a faint yellow light.

Tang Yu lay on the couch, thinking of the envoy's weeping and hypocritical attitude, in the darkness, a cold murderous intent appeared in her black and white eyes——

Appearance?die well.

The pillow counts autumn, and the toad plays the early string.

In Weiyang Palace, the palace lanterns in the sleeping hall are vague and erratic, and Liandong holds a copper lantern in his hand, and comes closer, reflecting it all around.

On the bed, the Empress Dowager leaned against the pillow, and three thousand blue silks were scattered like splashed ink, falling on the spotless snow-white tunic.Her face could hardly hide her tiredness, and the copper lamp emitted a dim yellow light, gradually covering her delicate and moist skin like white glaze.

"Come closer." She held the book in her hand and said in a low voice, her voice mixed with a little hoarse night.Washed away, the corners of a pair of eyes are slightly upwards, coupled with a deep voice, it sounds inexplicably alluring.

Hearing this, Lian Dong paused slightly, the place she was standing was not far away.After that, she protected the obviously weak flame with her hand, stepped forward a few steps, approached the couch, and glanced at the handwritten book, the worries just now dissipated, and she smiled and said: "The word Mr. Lang - as always 'Longfeifengwu', no wonder His Highness can't see clearly."

There are only a few words in the handwriting, and it is completed in one stroke. If it is not for the specification of the paper and paper, there is no way to know where is the beginning and where is the end.Viewing characters and viewing people can be seen from his frankness.

The Empress Dowager smiled, but put the handwriting aside: "I don't understand anyway, at least we have some news to hear. Let's talk about it when he comes." I have been looking for him for six years, and I only speak now. If there is something urgent, it should have been Heaven and man are separated forever, this brother is very unreliable.

Fortunately, she is not used to relying on others' temperament, while looking for him, she also mediates.

After six years, the situation in the DPRK and China has become more and more stable. In the undercurrent of factional struggles, the courtiers in charge of the Yan family have also changed several times. Yan Yong is attached to himself. His father Yan Zongren is naturally close to his son. Since he was a child, he was a simple and honest child.There is only one Yan Xun left, weak and weak.

Liandong helped her to lie down again, remembered something, and suddenly asked suspiciously: "Yan Xiang... who is the one who is willing to let go? This violent soldier..." She paused, and did not continue.

The real reason is really hard to say.

Although the emperor has not yet been in power, he has devoted himself to common affairs for six years and joined hands with the queen mother. During this period, he has placed his cronies everywhere, and the government and the public have eyes and ears.There are new eyes and ears, and there are old ones. Prince Xianhuai was poisoned and died in Langfengyuan back then. How dare a mere courtier murder his heir? The emperor never let this matter go.Intentionally prying, how could it escape her ears?

But... Lian Dong paused for a moment with the hands tucked into the quilt, and thought, there are still some things that the emperor has not yet known.

The Empress Dowager lay down peacefully and was about to go to bed, Liandong quietly retreated.

Yan Xun, of course, did not really die in depression.Just imagine, brothers are at odds, living together in Yan's mansion, Yan Yong always thinks of Yan Xun's cruelty, how can he be safe day and night?Any disputes and conflicts will magnify Yan Yong's fear and panic towards Yan Xun infinitely. At that time, he will choose between sleeping in peace or secretly killing relatives.

This is the emperor, borrowing a knife to kill someone, his heart is happy, but there is no blood on his hands.

The Empress Dowager lay on the couch, took off the sachet and put it under the pillow. After several years, the fragrance has become very weak.She sniffed the faint fragrance, and gradually Tang Yu's lively and nimble appearance when she was young appeared in her mind, her lips slightly raised——

The little milk cat back then has grown up and turned into a brave little tiger.

He is majestic outside, but in front of her, he is begging for mercy, just like when he was a child.

It is said that the white head is as new as before, but I don’t know that some people are born to be compatible, and the more they get along, the more inseparable they are.

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Well, I have grown up, and I can stand up and suffer from now on.