[Rebirth] The lord wants a minister to die

He Zhan was going to the imperial mausoleum, and Emperor Jing Zhao personally sent someone to see him off.He Zhan took four followers, packed a few things and set off.

The carriage was stopped when it was about to leave the city.He Zhan looked out suspiciously, and saw Ning You standing on a tall horse, panting with his chest rising and falling, he must have come here in a hurry.

He jumped off his horse, walked to He Zhan's carriage, and said, "Third Uncle."

He Zhan asked, "King An, what's the matter?"

Ning You asked urgently: "Is the father sent you to guard the mausoleum?"

"I'm going to pay respects, and I'll be back soon."

"How long?"

He Zhan: "Two months, come back after the new year."

Ning You kept clenching his fists, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to get married. With Fu Wan, it's the emperor himself who made the decree."

He Zhan looked calm on the surface, but he was very surprised and suspicious in his heart.Why is there no wind at all?

If the Fu family is married to Prince An's Mansion, then the Fu family will not be able to show themselves, and must take the initiative to attack.

He Zhan got off the carriage, saluted with a smile, "Then I will congratulate King An in advance."

"Uncle..." He held He Zhan's hand eagerly, "It's not like this...we were not like this before..."

He Zhan was so weird in his heart, he took a small step back, separated a distance from him, bowed respectfully and said: "I... don't quite understand what King An means."

not like this…

Even when He Zhan first returned to Beijing, He Zhan didn't treat him like this.

He knew that He Zhan had been helping Ning Jin when he was Marquis of Wei Yuan in Yongzhou.Even if Ning Jin returns to Beijing, He Zhan will be by his side.He Zhan returned to Beijing as a close minister of Marquis Wei Yuan. He didn't get along well with Ning Jin. He was afraid that his third uncle would alienate him like this, but he didn't.On the day when he returned to Beijing, the third uncle recognized him at a glance. Even his father, the queen, and the queen might admit his mistake, but the third uncle could tell the difference, just like when he was a child.

Now, how do you say it has changed?

Ning You lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "It's very cold there, and the winter is difficult. When I get married, I will use this to let my father announce you back."

He Zhan laughed and said, "I don't dare to bother King An. The emperor let me go because I want my minister to be filial. When I come back, I will make up the congratulatory gifts."

Ning You didn't answer any more.

After He Zhan resigned, he hurried the carriage away.

Sitting in the carriage, his heart was beating wildly, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back. The back of his hand that Ning You touched seemed to have been scorched by a hot iron, and it hurt all the way to his limbs.

Think too much!He is definitely thinking too much!Impossible!

Due to the problem of the rebirth node, He Zhan and Ning You have hardly seen each other over the years of reincarnation. Even if they returned to the court center in the previous life, there was no news of Ning You at that time.

impossible!

He Zhan suppressed his wild guessing and urged the coachman to go faster in a disturbed manner.

It was already midnight when we arrived at the Imperial Mausoleum. The person in charge of guarding the mausoleum is the descendant of Feng Yanjing, a military adviser who accompanied the founding emperor to fight in all directions. Now the reigning patriarch is Feng Linjia, who is in charge of all matters of the imperial mausoleum.

There is a bronze fire cauldron in the center of the palace, which burns with an everlasting flame.

It is said that after the founding emperor's mausoleum was completed, Feng Yanjing guarded the mausoleum here, and established the ancestral precepts, and the descendants of the Feng family will always guard the mausoleum for the Ning family.Inspired by the founding emperor, Feng Yanjing was buried in the imperial mausoleum after his death, and a secondary mausoleum was built around the imperial mausoleum to serve as the mausoleum of the Feng family.

He Zhan got off the carriage, Feng Linjia led the crowd to welcome him.

The Feng family didn't like this Duke Zhong who was sent to supervise him from above, so He Zhan came down with some superficial etiquette, and lived quietly in the guest room of the Duke's mansion.

The emperors of all dynasties were afraid that the mausoleum guards would guard and steal themselves, so they sent close officials to inspect from time to time.He Zhan didn't think so.He died, and when his soul floated in the sky, everything in the world could not be touched, and money and belongings could not be taken to the underworld.Guarding the gold, silver and jewels of an emperor's mausoleum, the life of the descendants is very poor, and suffering for this is really not a human thing.

It was rare for He Zhan to live such a peaceful life during his days in the government.Feng Linjia took him to pay homage to the tombs of He Dazhong and Ning Huaqiong. Afterwards, He Zhan was idle in the palace, reading the genealogy of the Feng family and looking at the ancient books handed down by the Feng family. Kill time.In addition, the mausoleum guards usually have all kinds of worship and ceremonies, so He Zhan can follow along if he has nothing to do, which is also very interesting.

Everything is fine, but the weather is getting colder and colder. The conditions in the mansion are not as good as those in the capital. There are no burning earth dragons, and the stove is only burning in the room, and the fire is not strong.When he was at Yupingguan, he was not as good as the mansion, but He Zhan was still young at that time, so he came over as soon as he was passed.Over the years, he had suffered a lot of injuries back and forth. Even though he had recuperated many times, he could still feel that his body was not as good as before.

The old wound left by Emperor Jing Zhao's arrow hadn't healed, and it became more difficult when the weather was cold. When the pain was the worst, he couldn't even hold the teacup.

During the winter solstice, the mausoleum guards go to Meishan to light the everlasting lanterns as usual.

Feng Linjia saw that He Zhan was a fun-loving person, and He Zhan didn't intend to investigate them, so Feng Linjia treated him as a guest and invited him to light the ever-burning lantern together.

When Feng Linjia knocked on the door and entered the guest room, he heard the sound of the teacup breaking inside. He was startled thinking that something had happened to He Zhan, and when he opened the door, he saw He Zhan holding his left wrist and looking at him helplessly. Tea bowls on the ground.

"It's over, I was caught by the master this time." Seeing him coming, He Zhan teased, "Is this tea bowl expensive?"

Feng Linjia: "..."

He Zhan intentionally hid his left hand in his sleeve, put it behind his back, and asked him why he came here.

Feng Linjia told He Zhan about the lantern, and He Zhan said he wanted to see it very much.

Feng Linjia seemed to see something, and sent someone to add a stove to He Zhan's house the next day, using the best snow charcoal to burn the house very warmly.

He Zhan felt grateful that the Feng family could take care of him so much, so he woke up early in the morning during the winter solstice, and made dumplings all morning with the back chef.

He couldn't make dumplings well at first, but the cook of the Feng family taught him how to make them beautifully after a long time. The cook of the Feng family even laughed at He Zhan and said, "The dumplings are made so beautifully by good-looking people". The kitchen helper's boy feels hopeless in the world where being good-looking means being popular everywhere.

However, He Zhan agrees with Feng's chef's words very much. In the past, Ning Jin made dumplings so beautifully, wasn't it because of his good looks?

He Zhan was lucky enough to have a Fengjia family banquet. After eating the dumplings, they began to prepare for the lighting of the everlasting lights at night.

After a short rest, He Zhan went to Meishan with Feng's family.Because the etiquette and customs are fixed, they have to walk to Meishan step by step.

Feng Linjia was afraid that the Duke from Kyoto would not be able to walk the mountain road, and he was not from Feng's family, so he specially allowed him to go away in a sedan chair.He Zhan refused at first, but after being exposed to the cold wind for a while, he decided that it would be better to take a sedan chair.He didn't want to hold them back.

Traveling to the depths of the night, I came to the high place of Meishan Mountain. There are plum blossom trees all over the mountains and plains. When the moonlight falls, it looks like frost and snow.Entering the sea of ​​fragrance, He Zhan stepped down from the sedan chair, and the person accompanying him gave him a small pocket lamp, and a small bell hung under the lamp, which was exquisite and delicate.

He Zhan followed the mausoleum guards and hung small lanterns on the branches of plum blossoms. More than 100 people hung up 99 lanterns. warm light.

It's not enough to just hang it up, you have to keep the light on until dawn.

The mausoleum guard has long been used to the cold, half kneeling in front of the lamp he hung, closing his eyes and moving his lips, as if praying.He Zhan could stand it in thick sable fur, Feng Linjia walked over, handed him a hand stove, and asked him to carry it in his arms.

Moved.He Zhan quickly put it on, sat on the small stool and curled up into a ball, his body gradually warmed up.

Feng Linjia said: "Grandpa Guo can make three wishes to the lantern, and then read a congratulatory speech. If the three wishes can be realized before the new year, the coming year will be smooth."

He Zhan smiled: "That's good, it makes people stop being greedy."

Feng Linjia didn't expect that He Zhan would be able to directly see the inner meaning of it, and smiled a little on his face, saying: "It's rare that the Duke of the State is so transparent."

Feng Linjia still wanted to keep the lamp, so he didn't say much to him.

After he left, He Zhan closed his hands, meditated on his wish, and then recited his congratulations.

He Zhan sat in the most corner position, far away from their Feng family, only guarding a small lamp, eager to keep it from being blown out by the wind.

The wind here is not strong, and occasionally it comes to shake the flowers and lights all over the forest, and the bells under the lights ring lightly.

When He Zhan heard this voice, his eyelids began to fight, his head began to shake little by little, and he almost fell headfirst. After regaining consciousness for a while, he forced his eyes to stare at the little lamp.

It would be great if we could get together a table of Pai Gow, and it would be fine to play till dawn.It can be seen that the mausoleum guards are so solemn and solemn, it seems that it is not good to drag them to play Pai Gow.

He Zhan hugged the stove, curled up into a ball and prepared to squat for a while.Consciousness was ups and downs, sometimes sober and sometimes chaotic, only the little lamp kept dangling in front of his eyes.

He Zhan was shaking back and forth, making He Zhan dizzy. He would never be so defenseless outside, struggling to regain his sanity, and suddenly a sharp light blade flashed behind the small lamp.

He Zhan backed away in shock, rolled to the ground, and the sharp blade didn't stop, stabbing him straight.

He Zhan threw the stove and hit the assassin's head, he paused, He Zhan took advantage of this gap to get up from the ground, and distanced himself from the comer.

The assassin rushed over again. He Zhan judged that the speed of this man's moves was not good just after the blow from the hand furnace, which can be regarded as a medium field skill.Even though he had a sharp blade in his hand, He Zhan was not afraid, and jumped forward to meet him.

This action has attracted Feng Linjia's attention, he rushed over with a knife, but saw that He Zhan had already restrained the man.

He Zhan kicked the assassin out of the darkness with one kick, holding a cold dagger in his hand. One of the assassin's hands had been twisted off. At this moment, he shrank to the ground and twitched in pain, but his expression was still vicious.

Feng Linjia was shocked: "Grandpa, what's the matter with you!?"

"This is from your Feng family?" He Zhan put the blade across his chest with his backhand, in a defensive posture.

Judging by his attire, the assassin was indeed the tomb guard of the Feng family.

Feng Linjia frowned fiercely, kicked the assassin, looked at his appearance carefully, and said in a deep voice: "This is the tomb guard of Dongling, and has nothing to do with the Feng family."

As the Patriarch, Feng Linjia must master the skill of recognizing people.Feng Linjia has a photographic memory for human faces.

Fearing that He Zhan would misunderstand, Feng Linjia explained: "The offshoots of the Feng family can marry on their own and don't have to guard the tomb, but as the main clan, they must guard the tomb for the royal family according to the family precepts. In the past few years, tomb robbers were rampant, and the Feng family did not have enough hands. Recruit some people to join the army and be responsible for the guards on the periphery. This man is called Li Er, and he volunteered to guard the tomb for the royal family, so I sent him to Dongling to be responsible for night guard activities."

Hearing his explanation, He Zhan's hand holding the knife and dagger gradually loosened.

Feng Linjia: "This matter is due to the negligence of the lower officials, and has nothing to do with the others in the Feng family. This person, as well as the lower officials, are at the mercy of the Duke."

He Zhan narrowed his eyes and asked Li Er: "Who sent you here?"

Li Eryin smiled and panted: "...Why, the Duke has offended too many people, can't he remember his enemies for a while?"

"Yes, so many people have died under my hands, what are you?" He Zhan put the knife and dagger into his sleeve, and said to Feng Linjia, "Since this person is the guardian of the tomb, you should deal with it." , take it down."

Seeing that he didn't intend to blame him, Feng Linjia bowed his head to thank him, and ordered Li Er to be dragged down.

Li Er was dragged by people and still shouted: "He Zhan, you killed so many people, you will not have good retribution! You will not have good retribution! Good and evil will be rewarded, God will not spare you !"

In the end, when someone gagged her, she stopped.

Feng Linjia pleaded guilty again.He Zhan knew that he was afraid that he would blame the Feng family and harm others, so he just said: "In that case, you can guard this lamp for me." He Zhan rubbed the aching eyebrows: "I'm so sleepy that I have a headache. .”

Feng Linjia folded his hands and was stunned. He didn't expect He Zhan to have such a temper. He was very grateful in his heart, and said: "I will not disgrace my life as an official."

He Zhan walked into the sedan chair, leaned on the cushion and half-lyed, thinking about Li Er's origin.

Since he returned to the capital, he thought he didn't offend anyone, and he was sure that all his opponents were important figures. If they really wanted to take the opportunity to assassinate, they wouldn't send such a good assassin.

Li Er is not like an assassin, he is like a guard, servant, etc. He has a little skill, but he can't get on the stage.

In this way, there is only one most likely enemy in Li Er's mouth.