legacy

Liao and Xu prefectures were both lost last year. Because they are located in northern Xinjiang, they were intruded by Di people from time to time. For a long time, Han and Di people lived together, and they were about to be married. There is no difference between real and uncut.Changing the country is not easy, it all depends on whether life can be lived.

There is no lack of people with lofty ideals in the two prefectures, but there is also no shortage of ordinary people who are relieved by the tax cut.

The ancestral system of the Yan Dynasty did not benefit the taxation and service. The original intention was to benefit the people, but as time went on, it would accumulate disadvantages.First of all, rice is worth four qian, but today a hundred qian cannot be used to buy a dou of rice.If there is no taxation, the affairs of the states will be difficult to operate; the government is slackening day by day, and the top is ineffective, and everyone knows that Guozuo is about to be defeated, and they are busy squeezing a few more drops of oil and water.On the surface, taxes and ancestral system are the same, but in private, they are all anointing the people. In order to prevent chaos, the government also pretended to be deaf and dumb and let him go.

Ye Zhao was born in Xuzhou. His father was a merchant and his mother was from Di. The wealthy family was defeated by various miscellaneous taxes. In order to save rations, he left with an opera master.The master who taught him Ling Lun said that he lacked softness in singing, but fortunately he had the face that Zhang Neng relied on to make a living, so he didn't pay much attention to teaching him.He learned it perfunctorily, relying on some skills, he went out alone when his master died of illness.It is reasonable to say that Ye Lang, who is a disciple of a noble family, cannot get along with each other. Who wants to be a brother, but in the end, he, an unknown pawn, is asked to burn paper money for a famous family.

Ye Lang's words after drinking are very pertinent, the closer you are to the capital, the more you can hide evil people and practices.

There are few prisoners under the ranks, and there are many ghosts who died in vain. Zi Que's murderous intentions are countless, and the only difference is that it shines brightly in broad daylight.

It's an eventful time.A month ago, the vice-lord held the coronation ceremony, and Emperor Yan raised his sign, and his dislike for the vice-lord was clearly revealed.

With this matter first, the death of a down-and-out luthier in the palace is nothing to worry about.Qi Shuangnian inquired a few times, and it is said that the person died in the well, probably in the middle of the night, driven mad by thirst, stumbled and fell to his death.I don't know if there will be an idler who has nothing to do and will go to the deserted palace, which is more shabby than the cold palace, to quench his thirst.

Qi Shuang took a silk towel and soaked it in the basin, and wiped away the dark blue on his forehead.The tip of his eyes is like his mother's, with a narrow, long and slightly hooked arc, which is both charming and chilling.The gray water mixed with ink seeped in and dripped down, he wiped his face while thinking about the preferences of the emperor, his hands were heavy, and it was red all over.

A foolish gentleman likes nothing but lust, Qi Shuang has counted Yan Bochen's whereabouts, thinking for no reason that he doesn't care about everything.He caught a moment of clarity, changed into a sky blue gown, tied his hair with a crown, and tidied it up, wanting to cover it up.

The sky is sunny and the heat is long.Inside and outside the hall, the temples are sweating, while the windows of Huadian are closed, making it airtight.Qi Shuang waited outside for half a stick of incense before Yan Bochen ordered him inside.

The Hunjun didn't put on his court clothes, but just woke up, and Laixu picked up a pen and circled an inch above the inkstone from boredom.He pays more attention to the attire of his favorite—the usual clothes are rough, neither flamboyant nor flamboyant, with only a fan, plain and clean—he stayed in the red place for a while, nodded on the throne, and said casually: "Come here .”

As soon as the incense in the hall was extinguished, the remaining two or three strands floated out of the wide open window, as if there were no fillings, and the hall seemed more empty.

Qi Shuangwei retracted her fingers towards the armhole, and stepped forward according to the words.Yan Bochen stretched out his arms, sat on his lap with his pet, and handed him the pen: "Approved for me, anyone who wants to fight with Beidi will not read it."

The moment Qi Shuangtouch held the pen, his instinct changed to the gesture of holding the pen, and he immediately cut off the retreat of reasoning that he could not read or read.He moistened the tip of his pen, jotted down eight or nine out of ten, and then quenched the cinnabar to write the word "Zhi".

Yan Bochen rubbed his knuckles against his ridge, very intimately, and seemed to keep a certain distance by this.He looked over Qi's shoulders and stared at the handwriting of Xiuzhong Zangfeng, and praised indifferently: "You have a good handwriting."

Qi Shuang folded a memorial to Yu Dang: "Master taught me when I was young."

There are not many memorials, and they are divided into three categories. One is the theory of the Yu party asking for war, the other is the speech of impeachment of the prince, and the other is the nonsense of Yushitai's daily criticism of his colleagues. fish bag.Even if it is related to local people's sentiments, such as salt and iron water transport, there will be no letter.

Qi Shuang put down his pen to think about the twists and turns, and his brain hurts.Yan Bochen patted the exposed part of the back of his neck, and reminded without losing the opportunity: "You still have half of the approval."

Qi Shuang roughly flipped through the rest of the memorial, and found that the information was similar to the first half. She didn't stop writing, but she had already roughly clarified the reality of the relationship between the party and the officials in the court.The more he approved, the more frustrated he became, and after a while, he dropped the pen with a "snap": "The official has finished the review."

Yan Bochen breathed long and evenly, and didn't respond for a long time, when Qi Shuang suspected that he was meeting Duke Zhou, he pulled this pet into his arms again.The summer is scorching hot, but his whole body is as cold as a living person, as if he has experienced the wind and snow, and there is a yin energy that threatens to drag living things into the eight cold hells: "Don't you think it's a pity that you don't enter the temple because of your talents? I feel like it's a waste."

Qi Shuang's tone is flat: "A gentleman has a way: 'If you are not in the position, you will not seek his own government'. If you are lucky in your career, you should learn how to live in a flattering way. How dare you overstep. If the Holy One wants to be a livestock, both are livestock. .”

Yan Bochen: "...No need."

He pinched one of Qi Shuang's earballs, listened intently for a few breaths, and licked it, with a strange expression: "You have other things to do."

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Recently, Emperor Yan seems to have changed his nature.The Forbidden Court is colorful, and there is nothing wrong with picking one.It is normal to sit and enjoy thousands of charms, but he seems to be in love with one branch alone, and deliberately circled a feng shui treasure to water it carefully.

The Secretary of the Jiaofang is in dire straits day by day, the harem is calm and quiet, and he has a good foresight to predict that the ground is full of yellow flowers.The court was the same as before, the quail maker was the quail, and the energetic and noisy coaxed you to scramble for it, which made the lifeless court lively.

In the summer of the sixth year of Zhaoding, the rain continued for ten days, the Luan River burst its embankment, the rice fields were washed away, and people and animals died [1]; several counties such as Xuanhe and Changting were plagued by diseases and epidemics, and all the general affairs were at a loss for a while.

Beaming water to attack sand is necessary, opening warehouses is necessary, and caring for the people is necessary—in a word, spending money in vain is inevitable.Memorials from all walks of life poured into the East Palace like snowflakes in the twelfth lunar month, and Vice-jun Yan Zihuan answered the criticism day and night, wishing to grow two heads and four arms.

The rest of the princes asked for relief one after another, and in the end, the fifth prince who was under the imperial concubine's knee "falls".Those who plan to set up another vice monarch think about it, the five princes' mother's family is prominent, and the main concubine is the main concubine and the daughter of General Weiyuan, who is both lenient and benevolent, and may be embraced.Unexpectedly, [-]% of the disaster relief money disappeared, and Emperor Yan, who never cared about things, ordered people to deal with it strictly. two months.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Zhaoding, the westerly wind was bleak and strong, and half the dome was turbulent, like a horse galloping from north to south.In the first year of Zhaoding, the Wanqi family united 37 northern tribes in one fell swoop, mobilized horses and fought hard for six years, and finally proclaimed emperor in September this year.In October, we broke the contract and attacked Mount Dongze, and took the whole Luan Prefecture. The lights in Yandu were like candles in the wind.

Perhaps the bird knows, even Hai Dongqing, who was raised by Qi Shuang, was unwilling to be greedy for the gold, and flew away without a trace.He picked up a few white hairs near the wall, thinking that no matter whether it is a human or an animal, those who are not well-fed will never be well-fed.

The corruption case has been insignificant so far.

Vice-jun Yan Zihuan was so worried that he waited outside the study for a long time before he was summoned.

"father--"

When Yan Zihuan started to speak, he lost his voice immediately!

Emperor Yan was only wearing his middle clothes, with frosted arms intertwined in his arms, black hair falling down, his outer shirt half unbuttoned, one shoulder bare|exposed, full of obsession, and he was extremely obsessed - he wished he could tell the world what happened before.

Without changing his face, Yan Bochen poked into Qi Shuangye's loose coat and brushed off the black hair hanging down his lapel: "It's enough to speak up about important things, I've always been tired of that set of politeness." He said to Qi Shuangye: "Go outside the palace. wait."

Qi Shuangzhiqu slid down from his knees, kowtowed to the vice-jung and then retreated.

Yan Zihuan's blood was surging, he knew that it was useless to speak out, so he said directly: "It's about the Nanjun Disaster Bank—"

Yan Bochen interrupted annoyedly: "The disaster silver case has already been concluded earlier, and the fifth one has been devastated, and has long since given up the idea of ​​competing with you. As for the grassroots gang in the court, they should be beaten. It has been severely punished, so why do you bring it up again?"

Yan Zihuan said: "The important thing I said is the whereabouts of the lost silver. Except for the lost silver recovered from the household servant Song Wangdao, the governor of Yongzhou Mu Yan, the prefect of Changting Sun Xun and others, there is still a piece of silver that has been lost so far. Unknown. The minister and the minister of Dali Temple investigated the case together, and when they reached Luanzhou, the clues were solved. The case of the missing silver was solved in Luanzhou within two months. After Beidi entered the city, there were not many casualties. The chaos may be in the city, not outside the city. "

Yan Bochen: "Now you are calling yourself a 'minister'. I guess the following is: Beidi's ambition is in the world, and he is in serious trouble for Yan. If you fight, you may win, and if you are safe, you will die."

Yan Zihuan was born with smiling eyes, and Duan Su also seemed to smile. At this time, Sai Xue was bullying Shuang, just like Emperor Yan.He answered "yes" calmly, without giving an inch: "Strengthen the army to strengthen the city, and cultivate politics internally, we can still fight for a chance of survival. I have ten strategies, and I ask my father to review them." After he finished speaking, he presented the ten strategies , the plain paper is as thick as a little finger and one knuckle, so it is prepared.

Yan Bochen didn't even look at it, and rubbed his cup cover and said: "A strong soldier must first enrich the country, and corruption of ink has been banned time and again, and the so-called state's stock is also in the same boat; there must be good horses and generals, even if it is the three. They are all equipped, but they are hard to beat Beidi Jingqi. If you practice politics internally, sores arise from the flesh, you must goug out the rotten flesh first. Now that the whole body is full of sores, what is the use of a good knife?"

He coughed several times, took a sip of tea and lowered his eyes and said, "Your father's time is short, so you know it well, so you don't have to put on a show. Although Song Wangdao and Ye Jing'an belong to different parties, they are all old-fashioned and ignorant." Flexibility will surely become an obstacle to the implementation of the new law. Now there are only a few veterans left, and the biggest obstacle is me—the third son, the third son, if you talk about cruelty, you are not as good as you in the world; if you are talking about knowing people, you are not as good as ten thousand .The luthier is unsophisticated, you are really embarrassing him."

Yan Zihuan took back the stack of plain paper, feeling very regretful: "Father is finally willing to wake up?"

"You left me a few more months of scenery, it's hard to get, I don't want to disturb the fun with ordinary affairs." Yan Bochen got up and took the unburned half piece of incense to show him, it was the one that Lou Xiang burned before playing the piano. Yiwei sighed, "It's hard for you to remember what kind of incense my father likes."

Yan Zihuan was silent, looking at Emperor Yan: "I also like the words my father gave me."

There is a hidden thorn in Yan Bo's mud: "Following is a good word, now no one can stop you, let's give it a go, open the door and bow to the thief, and achieve what you want. I only hope that there will be people who will treat you sincerely when you succeed. You join forces with others, and everyone betrays relatives."

Yan Zihuan sighed: "It's a pity that we must live up to such good intentions. It's harder to be a king of a subjugated country than a foolish one. No one will follow me to join in the same ranks, and everyone will betray their relatives. Such a calculation will cost effort and reputation. It is really asking for trouble." "

He looked at Emperor Yan, who raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you looking at?"

This year's Yan Bo has a lot of emaciations, and there is a small gap between the girdle and the side of the waist. He is also poisonous, rarely rests, and is haggard without mentioning it.For example, the gigantic "Yan" character lives with the rotten foundation, and is paralyzed by the "ancestral system cannot be changed", leaving half of the body intact, but eating people's fat and people's fat for a living, and the fate is almost exhausted.It is useless to prolong the pain and make up for the phenomenon of ZTE.

Yan Zihuan's eyes shifted again, grasping the fleeting whiteness of his temple hair under the sun, remembering the past seventeen years, all of them were stirred up in an instant, and then silent in an instant, the aftertaste was empty, and he didn't know why.

In the end, he only smiled slightly, without any disturbance in his heart: "Father is getting old."

Yan Bochen responded in a very low voice, and immediately showed impatience: "It's comforting that you are still pretending. What does this look like? It makes me sick to look at it. Let's go, let me take a while."

If you are idle, you will feel idle for twelve years.

A cup of cold tea poured into his throat, cooling his body, he asked Qi Shuang to be recruited, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a soft sound on the window lattice.

Qi Shuang didn't go far away, he crossed the window lattice without hesitation, his posture was light and graceful, like the raging fire on the wings of a phoenix bird in nirvana, and he could feel the scorching red flame when he got close.Probably because he didn't need to pretend, he didn't salute, he came and stopped in front of the throne unscrupulously, Yan Bochen was sitting on the chair, and he was more than a foot shorter than him, which can be called disrespectful.

Yan Bochen was not surprised: "I heard everything."

"Shuang's ear power is unmatched by anyone." Qi Shuang leaned over Yan Bochen's ears, and placed the folding fan across the back of his head.The fan pendant is like Zhanfeng Duo, and the pointed bell tongue touches the porcelain ring and there is a loud sound, just like his aggressive words: "The king has been walking in Liuhe for sixteen years, and if he is as clear as he was just now, he may not be so clear today; sixteen In Zai, let the evil sycophants harm the loyal and good, stand by and watch the mountains and rivers decline and do nothing... Is it because you know that Yan Chao's vitality is exhausted, or are you—no, dare?"

Yan Bochen suddenly laughed.

Qi Shuang didn't have time to react, so he pressed him to death on the imperial case, the scattered memorials were swept away, and the folding fan fell to the ground.He was neither surprised nor panicked: "Don't dare to destroy and then inherit the infamy of the ancestors, and know that there is no hope and don't do anything... In this world, countless flesh and blood are separated, families are destroyed... It's all because of your indecision!"

"Break and then stand? It's really bold. It's also because I indulged too much, I can't blame you."

"Jiangshan's surname is not Yan, what does it have to do with the people, what does it have to do with Shuang? If you want to be loyal, you will be loyal to the world. Loyalty to one surname is useless."

Yan Bochen praised: "Not bad."

He pulled off the outer shirts that Qi and the two sides had bundled up, and then peeled off the inner layer.Qi Shuang gasped, ridiculed and still a little dazed: "It's not good for Zuo Feng, so what is this?"

"I don't like it." Yan Bochen supported his neck hanging outside the imperial case, there was desire in his eyes, but in his heart - if there was desire, it would be empty if you opened it to reveal it, "It's okay for you to try."

His lips were as cold as ice, and they moved slowly in a strange and irresistible way: "If not, how can I be worthy of the painstaking efforts of you and Wanqi?"

"What your majesty said is true." Qi Shuang held Yan Bochen's head on his chest with one hand, and slowly sat up while supporting the imperial case with the other.He thought about the incense that would go out whenever he was around, and said hoarsely, "Light up both incense sticks."

Yan Bochen was taken aback for a moment, and bit his lip hard.

Qi Shuang touched his lower lip helplessly, and lit the spice with Beidi's poison.

"Since it's okay to try," he said casually, whispering frivolously and strangely, "I hope the king will enjoy himself."

"Have fun...playing with me to death."

What he does is the most despicable thing in this world, but he has the most arrogant spirit in this world, which is clear and strong, penetrates the ridiculous moment of indulgence of the other party, and also warms a half-dead body.

Yan Bochen resolutely pulled him up and grabbed his lips and tongue.

He kissed a man for the first time, somewhat with the intention of studying, and the entanglement between the two has a half-true and half-fake tenderness, and it is especially brutal-derived from a primitive and cold inquiry.

Qi Shuang pushed him to the lower position, he grabbed Yan Bochen's back, a little distorted pleasure was born in the pain.

The gap between the imperial case and the imperial seat was stuffed with two men who were killing each other, it was too cramped, Qi Shuang's limp back leaned against the edge of the table, unconsciously using the palm of his hand to protect him, Yan Bochen pushed him back to the imperial court at the right time The case is merciless.

Qi Shuang's whole body seemed to be ground into powder, soaked in hot sweat and blood, and then assembled into limbs.He couldn't help chasing the sharpness in his eyes that appeared and disappeared from time to time, and when he got there, he kissed closely, and then teased unwillingly: "It's just a try... huh?"

"If you don't try it, you won't know its taste, but if you try it, you will know its taste." Yan Bochen responded freely, "...as you wish."

Greeting and invading each other are not human beings, but beasts.

Yan Bochen asked again in the gap: "What's your name?"

"Ye Zhao. Both parents were killed by cruel officials. The former Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment was my righteous father, and Ye Lang was my righteous brother. All... ha... died at your hands!" With the same sweat-drenched side, Bo Chen used his strength to prop up his legs, took a sharp breath and fell down again: "Fun Jun...how nicely said...faint people, faint oneself! Ha...are you happy? Playing the world in the palm of your hand, Abandoning the humerus and hanging upside down, I am patient and have no relatives... In this life... a solitary... Are you happy?"

"A solitary? It doesn't count. You accompany me."

Yan Bochen's description of joy is merely stating the established facts.

He knew Qi Shuang was also clear, bright as the setting sun before dusk.

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[1] (Yuan) Tuotuo et al. "History of the Song Dynasty" (Hequ Qi·Southeast Zhushuixia). Beijing: Zhonghua Book Company 2000 Edition (simplified characters)