Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan did this matter secretly, and it was only in terms of means.But in terms of motivation, there are not a few people who have involved this matter on him.

— such as courtiers, such as clan relatives.

After Ning Yan came down to court, he heard that Princess Ruiping had entered the palace early in the morning, and she had been waiting for him outside the upper study for an hour now.

Ning Yan is not surprised by this. For these clansmen who depend on their "blood" for survival, the thin and fragile blood of the royal family is their foundation. In other words, I am afraid that the destiny will not be blessed, this fragile network of veins will start to break from the subtleties, and it will be out of control from now on, and let the glory and wealth blessed by the heavens and sealed by the ancestors be wiped out.

"Why is the eldest princess here?" Ning Yan took off the heavy epaulettes on the court clothes as soon as he entered the door, and while taking the hand stove from Linglong, he brushed past the eldest princess Ruiping and walked to his desk. go.

The little mink raised by Ning Yan got out from nowhere, leaped over the small coffee table with a vigorous figure, caught up with Ning Yan's footsteps, climbed up his robe with a few steps, and slid into him involuntarily. In his arms, he was almost burned by the hand stove.

Ning Yan lowered his eyes and smiled softly, stretched out his hand to pick up the skin at the nape of Xiao Mink's neck, and put it on his lap as if he was sitting down.

"King Yong'an just entered the palace the day before yesterday, sat for a long time, and left without saying anything." Ning Yan said: "If it was normal, I would also like to sit with my aunts and uncles and talk about the family life—but Now the incident caused by the third brother still makes me burnt out, I really don't have the heart to chat, if there is nothing serious, the eldest princess will go back."

Ruiping eldest princess Ning Zhihe, Ning Zongyuan's direct sister, in terms of seniority, can be regarded as Ning Yan's serious aunt.

"Your Majesty is always like this." Ning Zhihe said softly, "Don't call me auntie—it is true that your Ninth Uncle sometimes asks Joe a little bit, but after all, we are blood relatives. Is Ning Huaijin the only one whose surname is Ning like yours?"

Ning Zhihe grew up under the empress' knees since she was a child, and she was raised with a good manner.She has a very good temper, and she always speaks in a soft voice, as warm and soft as the wind and drizzle, and she is an extremely gentle person.

Ning Yan was about to say something when Ning Zhihe smiled gently at him.

"Your Majesty's attitude towards your clan is the attitude of the world towards your clan." Ning Zhihe said calmly, "Aunt understands that His Majesty is just cold-tempered and rarely gets close to others. But this attitude falls into the eyes of outsiders. It is inevitable that people will not think too much. Others will not say that His Majesty is grateful for the kindness of nurturing, so he is very close to Prince Gong, but will only say that His Majesty is indifferent and rejects the clan."

She was right, Ning Yan thought.For the way of the king, peel off the bright and bright shell on the outside, and there are only two words written vertically and horizontally inside - just like Ning Zongyuan balanced the court and the harem back then, and he also balanced reason and emotion like him.

It's just that Ning Yan has clansmen to rely on, but Ning Huaijin doesn't. He is the most fringe type of person in this circle, with only a few "blood ties" remaining, and he is not in the eyes of these direct clansmen. In the ranks of each other.

So he had to treat Ning Huaijin a little bit better, so that everyone would treat him differently.

"People, it's normal to have distant relatives in your heart. Although our clansmen are close in blood, after all, we didn't bring you up with our own hands like Prince Gong. It's common sense that you are closer to him." Ning Zhihe looked at him softly. Looking at him, as if he was looking at an ordinary and ignorant junior, there was some kind of euphemistic preaching atmosphere of an elder in his words: "But your majesty can hide this closeness in your heart, and just know it in private. It’s not good on the face and it’s too biased.”

Ning Zhihe is already very old, perhaps because she was born to the same father, her eyebrows and eyes look slightly similar to the old Ning Zongyuan.

Ning Yan's eyes fell on the dark spots on the back of her hands, and suddenly remembered Ning Zongyuan's hands holding him.

Cold, skinny, but extremely powerful.

Although Ning Yan didn't like to pretend to be intimate with his clan members, he didn't hold any hatred either. He was always kind and friendly, but when he didn't have to, he would show some face to everyone he saw.

Princess Ruiping is old, and even her granddaughter has run away.So Ning Yan was silent for a moment, but after all she accepted the teaching of her elders and said in a low voice: "Aunt."

"So is my aunt here to teach me, or for my third brother?" Ning Yan asked bluntly.

Ning Zhihe has long been used to Ning Yan's temperament, even if he is generous to others, that's all, at most, he just speaks nicely.

"I've been to Renshou Palace." Ning Zhihe said, "It's a pity that the guards at the gate are heavily guarded, so I couldn't see Ah Yin."

"The aunt probably won't be able to see her again." Ning Yan said nonchalantly, "Third brother raised an army without an order, and he committed a rebellion. I have already ordered soldiers, and I am ready to go to fight."

"Zheng'er is confused and has done evil, but Ah Yin is the mother of both of you after all." Ning Zhihe said: "In terms of name, Ning Zheng is her son, and so are you."

"Mother...?" Ning Yan snorted and said in a low voice, "Auntie, I don't have a mother for a long time."

Ning Zhihe looked at him sympathetically for a while, probably feeling that he couldn't be persuaded, so she retreated and asked instead: "Then what are you going to do with your third brother, is it really going to cause rivers of blood? Do you want to fight on the ancestral land?"

Ning Yan pursed her lips, speechless.

"——If it really gets to this point, it's probably not your Majesty's fault to fight to the death under the noses of the ancestors."

Ning Yan was slightly taken aback, and looked up subconsciously, only to find that Ning Huaijin had finished dealing with the courtiers of the cabinet at some point, and came to the study to look for him.

Ning Huaijin wore a royal robe of the court, and the dark flood dragon pattern was entrenched on the clothes, blocked by a belt with money embedded in the waist.

He had obviously heard the conversation between Ning Zhihe and Ning Yan, and when he entered the door, his face was quite dissatisfied, but because Ning Zhihe was an elder, it was not easy to get angry.

Ning Huaijin walked into the hall, first saluted Ning Yan, then turned around, and said to Ning Zhihe who was sitting on the side: "It is Ning Zheng who puts infidelity first, and treating brotherhood like a child's play , in the future, even if you really want to make it clear in front of your ancestors, it must be King Changle, let alone pay any attention to it."

This is the second time, Ning Yan thought with interest.

This is the second time that Ning Huaijin has defended him so resolutely and firmly in front of outsiders—as if to respond to the phrase "I am on His Majesty's side",

The last time it was in front of his courtiers, at least he could use the title of "counselor minister" to fool him, but this time he was in front of the "clan" who are serious and direct - in the "cautiousness" that Ning Huaijin has always attached great importance to. Proper" reputation.

With a thought in his mind, Ning Yan quickly lowered his eyes to cover up, showing an attitude of not getting involved, and stroked Xiao Diao's hair with his right hand one after another.

Xiao Diao seemed to sense his joy from his almost indifferent expression, turned around and licked him.

Ning Yan rested his left elbow on the armrest, tilted his head and looked at Xiao Diao, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and showed him a meaningful smile.

"Brother Wang." Ning Zhihe is one of the few imperial relatives who think highly of Ning Huaijin. No matter what the source of this politeness is, she always puts on a good face: "Long time no see."

"Indeed." Ning Huaijin stepped down and said, "I was ill a few days ago, and I haven't seen Huang Jie for a long time."

"Aunt, you can rest assured." Ning Yan then said calmly: "The word filial piety is the first word, and I will not be rude to my mother-but the form is forced, and my mother has a loving mother's heart, and I will inevitably be one time. Bad guy, lest the mother feel sorry for the third brother, and do something that insults the family in a hurry."

This result was within Ning Zhihe's expectation, so she was not too surprised, but after all, she felt that the trouble was too much.The royal family's troubles like this really make the world laugh.

"What about Zheng'er." Ning Zhihe said, "Your Majesty, that's your third brother."

"...Aunt." Ning Yan said, "I can only promise you one thing."

Ning Huaijin had never heard him say such a thing before, and subconsciously raised her head to look at Ning Yan.

Ning Yan seemed to have realized it earlier, and had already avoided his gaze first.

"This is a 'housework'. I can't leave it to others." Ning Yan said: "...I will go to meet the third brother in person."

Ning Huaijin almost used up all her life's self-cultivation, and recited the principles of monarch and minister four or five times in her heart before she could hold back and did not refute Ning Yan's words in front of Ning Zhihe.

But that's all there is to his willpower.

As soon as He Wenting sent Ning Zhihe out, Ning Huaijin turned around and walked back and forth twice in the room before he had walked ten steps away. He mentally typed the script three times before he managed to express a calm tone.

"No." Ning Huaijin said.

"Uncle Huang, do you still remember my fourth brother?" Ning Yan asked suddenly.

Ning Huaijin didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Ning Yu, and didn't really want to know for a moment.Ning Yan's words "in person" filled his head with rage, and his eyes went black in bursts.

"At the beginning, father knew that the fourth brother was going to rebel, and he wanted to kill his father and force the palace on such a happy day, so why did he go to see it himself?" Ning Yan said: "At that time, he was obviously in poor health. "

--Why?Ning Huaijin got angry, and said that his good emperor brother who had planned everything was obviously to prevent mistakes.If Ning Yu didn't come, Ning Zongyuan would have to throw bowls and dishes at the banquet to pin this crime on Ning Yu's forehead.

Ning Huaijin subconsciously wanted to say don't imitate your father, but her words were on the edge of her mouth, and she was easily caught by reason.

"Auntie is right in saying something. After all, he is my third brother." Ning Yan said, "It's easy to send troops and generals to beat him back, but there is one thing that I must go to see him."

"What's the matter?" Ning Huaijin asked.

Ning Yan opened his mouth, shook his head in embarrassment, and said, "I can't tell Uncle Huang now."

"Then—" Ning Huaijin wanted to say that you should just stop, but Ning Yan snapped her away.

"But no matter what, I must go to Anqing Mansion." Ning Yan said: "I have already thought about it, and the emperor can't stop me."