Reincarnation of the powerful minister

"It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all ruined like this..."

The performer of "The Peony Pavilion" is a well-known troupe of Kunqu opera in Beijing. The male dancers in the field have a sweet and crisp singing voice, and a graceful figure, just like the romantic Du Liniang.He held the flowers in his hands, and glanced at the gazebo with winking eyes.

The weather is a bit hot, and there are lake silk curtains as thin as smog hanging on three sides of the gazebo in the back garden, and a very large arhat couch is placed in the center.The king of Yu wore a black satin gown with silver dragon dark patterns and a wide lapel collar. The laces under his ribs were half untied. He didn't wear a crown hat. He only fixed his hair in a bun with a silver animal head hairpin, and leaned lazily on the soft pillow to listen. play.

The maid in the pavilion beats the fan, squeezes the legs of the leg, pours the wine cup and ages it in the glass cup, carefully peels and removes the seeds from the ice grapes, and the stars hold the moon, serving him like a monk. fairy.

If this dandyism is seen by the officials, they will probably impeach him for extravagance and lust.

Holding an ebony folding fan in his hand, King Yu tapped his legs to the melody of silk and bamboo. His eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes were fixed on the waist of the male dancer singing Kunqu Opera. In illusion.

After the male dancer sang Zao Luo Pao, he slapped his thigh with a folding fan and said "OK".The male dancer greeted him with the attitude of a young girl in her boudoir, "Thank you, my lord, for your compliment."

King Yu waved his hand, signaled the other party to come forward, and asked in a casual tone: "What's your name, how old are you?"

The male dancer replied crisply: "The villain's name is Xiyan, and he is seventeen this year."

His Beijing dialect has some soft accents of Wu Nong's language mixed in, and he speaks "Xi" like "Su".King Yu frowned slightly: "You're also called Su Yan?"

Xi Yan is very good at observing words and expressions, and heard the displeasure in the word "Ye", and immediately explained: "Returning to the prince, it is the west of the west, the swallow of the swallow."

King Yu calmed down, beckoned him to take a few steps forward with a smile, sat up, raised his chin with a fan, and looked at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes that had been painted with rouge.

"The eyebrows look like five or six points, but the temperament is not the same... Interesting." Yu Wang said casually, "Leave you in the palace for a few days, and sing songs for me, would you like to?"

Xiyan's brows were beaming with joy, and she hurriedly bent her body to salute: "Yes! I can sing music for the prince to relieve boredom, and the villain is willing to a hundred times."

The fan in King Yu's hand slid from his chin to the neckline, and just as he was about to say something, a soldier guarding the gate came to the pavilion and reported: "My lord, Mr. Ying Xu is here."

With a sound of "snap", King Yu threw the folding fan on the couch covered with jade mats, got up and straightened his clothes, left Xiyan behind, and walked out of the garden.

Seeing King Yu, Xi Yan was smiling at Yan Yan one moment, but abandoned him like a shoe at the next moment, without even looking at him again, her heart was sour, but she didn't dare to show it, when she saluted and sent him off, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows The volume of the voice sounded, and he said like a bird singing and swallowing: "My lord, go slowly. The villain will burn incense day and night, and wait for the lord to call me."

King Yu walked vigorously, and before he finished speaking, he had already left without a trace.

As soon as Chen Shiyu entered the front yard of the palace, he saw the king of Yu in casual clothes coming out to greet him in person, and said loudly: "Yu Weng has not come for a long time, and today's sudden visit really makes me overjoyed." He cupped his hands and smiled: "Long time no see, His Royal Highness is as healthy as ever."

King Yu walked with him arm in arm and came to an old pine tree in the garden.

The stone tables and benches under the tree are simple in shape, and there is a game of Go and two chess pieces on the table. Across a gurgling brook, the sound of Guqin faintly comes from the opposite bamboo forest, creating a tranquil mood.

The two sat across the table, each picked out a chess piece very familiarly, and made a gesture of respectful invitation to start the game.

King Yu placed the first sunspot on the star position in the upper right corner to show his respect. "Yu Weng has a lot of patients, so he came to see me in such a busy schedule, isn't it just to play chess?" He asked with a smile.

Chen Shiyu turned back in the lower left corner, stroking his long beard with his hands, "I don't want to go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and I'm looking for Your Highness this time to ask for a big help."

"Since you and I are old friends, why do you need to use the word "begging". If Yuweng hadn't returned to spring, I would have been pierced by a sword and died. There is no repayment for saving my life. What's the problem, but it doesn't matter, as long as I The king will do his best to help.”

"Your Highness knows that there is a strange medicine in this world, which can cure all external ulcers and internal carbuncles. The medicine is as effective as a god. It can be said to be life and death flesh and bones. It is called 'penicillin'..." Chen Shiyu took Shen Qi in a leisurely manner. Let's talk about life and death one by one.

King Yu was stunned when he heard Su Yan's name, and asked: "Which Su Qinghe is Yu Weng talking about?"

"Is there a second person in the world, Su Qinghe, who is said to be the master of the "Yumen beating the drums, punishing evil and eradicating traitors?" Chen Shiyu said with emotion, "It's just that this old man never expected that at such a young age, Mr. Su, He is not only successful in Confucianism, has both ability and moral integrity, but also a master of pharmacy. If this medicine can be produced in energy, it is a great good for the common people, but it is difficult to realize it due to insufficient conditions. About the development of penicillin?"

King Yu pondered and said: "Since it was Yu Weng who asked, no matter whether you want money or people, this king will never refuse. But according to Qinghe, to establish the entire research and development system, you must first set up the Gewu School and recruit talents from all over the world. The problem cannot be solved simply by financial resources and manpower. Moreover, running a school in a cluster is suspected of forming a clique. It is reasonable for folk Confucians to set up an academy. Would not agree."

"Why don't your highness invite the sage to state your interests, and then the sage will issue an order to hand over the matter to your highness?" Chen Shiyu suggested.

King Yu was silent.

Chen Shiyu saw his complexion, and sighed slightly: "I know what your highness has in mind. Your highness would rather bear the infamy of being promiscuous and lecherous, indulge yourself, and don't want the emperor to know that you have a halberd in your hand and blood in your chest." There is still an ambition to shoot Sirius in the north!"

The sunspots shattered between King Yu's fingers, and fell into powder in a rustle, sprinkled on the chessboard, and were blown away by a gust of pine wind.

He stared at the chessboard in front of him, fighting black and white with murderous intent, and the sound of gold and iron horses stepping through the ice river faintly sounded in his ears.

"Ten years." He said dreamily, "For a whole ten years, I have been trapped in this bustling capital, like a bird in a golden cage, full of beautiful eyes, difficult to fly."

"Your Highness Fourth..." Chen Shiyu sighed.

"Everyone says that the emperor treats me very kindly, far better than other princes and counties. Why not? He wove a net with the emperor's great kindness and deep brotherhood, drew a prison, and kept me in it. Every movement is under my eyes. From then on, there will be no acting king of Xitu in the world, only the absurd and wanton King Yu."

"'Yu' people are happy and comfortable. Doesn't the emperor know that happiness and comfort are a poison to me?" King Yu showed an expression that almost smirked, "He knows! This medicine is his own hands. Concocting...he is the real master of pharmacy!"

Chen Shiyu said slowly: "I have spent more than seventy years in vain before I understand a truth - life is ups and downs, and until the next moment comes, you don't know what kind of situation you will face in the next moment. Only by planning ahead and being prepared unremittingly, Only in this way can we calmly deal with the ups and downs, turning points and overturns of the next moment of life. Your Highness is so discouraged, it doesn't look like the God of War of the Jingbei Army that the old man knew."

"The so-called God of War is created by the current situation, and it must also disappear due to the current situation. Why does Yu Weng bring up the past that has disappeared for ten years!"

"His Royal Highness can forget his feats and feats, forget the blood boiling when he killed the enemy on the battlefield, can he also forget the brothers Baoze who were shrouded in horse leather and died on the battlefield? If there was a panacea such as penicillin back then, perhaps General Wei would not have died. General Ping will not die from a golden sore caused by a gunshot on his leg from an arrow soaked in dirt. Those soldiers who died of sores because of a cut with a sword, with penicillin, can greatly Increase the probability of survival, and our combat power and frontier situation will also undergo earth-shaking changes.

"Taking a step back, even if Your Highness is no longer able to lead troops to fight, in the smoke of the frontier, I, Da Mingerlang, are still suffering from injuries. Is their life not as good as the lives of the soldiers of the Jingbei Army? Even if Your Highness thinks that Loyalty is questioned, promises are broken, and this country is no longer the country you swore to protect?"

Chen Shiyu stood up.The wind blew the long beard of this old doctor who was a military doctor like a clump of flying capes, and his old and firm voice also reached King Yu's ears with the strong wind: "This heart will not change, this ambition Don't seize, turn into a tiger when encountering the wind, and turn into a dragon by riding the clouds—a man should be like this!"

King Yu watched his back as he suddenly left, and there was no movement for a long time.

Feng Anhou Mansion.

Wei Jun hugged his new favorite concubine, and entered the bedroom with a teasing smile.

The downfall of Feng Qu'e didn't seem to have much impact on him, and he was still a high-ranking relative of the emperor.

His niece, Concubine Wei, had just given birth to a prince for the emperor with a thin heir.The empress dowager was very happy because of her niece's uplifting stomach. Two days ago, she discussed with his brother-in-law that she wanted to ask the emperor for a reward, so that Concubine Wei could be promoted to the next rank.

If she goes up to the next level, she will be the imperial concubine—or she can be directly promoted as the successor, it is not impossible!

Although he and the queen mother are related by marriage, the queen mother's surname is not Wei after all.Only when Concubine Wei becomes the rightful mother of a country, and the prince she gives birth to become the future emperor, then their Wei family will truly be full of fire and flowers, and their power and position will be unshakable.

In comparison, Feng Quxi is nothing, just a vicious dog that unfortunately bit the wrong person and was slaughtered by someone backhanded.To be planted in the hands of a boy who has just entered the officialdom is really capsized in the gutter!Wei Jun thought contemptuously, after all, Jin Yiwei was just the emperor's servant, just like an eunuch, without real foundation, and his life and death depended on the emperor's thoughts.

After the death of Feng Qu'e, he can find Chen Qu'e and Chu Qu'e again, and use these knives to remove all obstacles that hinder Wei's revitalization.

Wei Jun complacently pushed the concubine onto the bed, and the lewd sounds of men and women when they were doing things soon came out from the tent.

The creaking and creaking of the bed boards is especially noticeable if one is lying under the bed.

For example, Wu Ming at this moment.

He is like a cold-blooded animal lurking and hunting, hiding under the bed. To him, the living erotic palace on a bed board is more insignificant than the dust on the soles of shoes.The woman's coquettish moans couldn't even make his eyelashes blink a little longer.

In order to kill someone, he can stand still for a few hours, wait for the most exquisite opportunity to arrive, and shoot instantly, killing him with one blow.

The fierce battle on the bed reached its peak and slumped down. He knew the time had come, and the slender nameless sword suddenly struck, piercing through the bed board and piercing the prey's body.

The feel of the sword's edge piercing into the flesh told him - this sword, he succeeded!

He turned out of the bed amidst the woman's terrified screams, cut off the enemy's head with a sword, swept out the window with his hair in his bun, jumped onto the roof, and galloped away under the cover of night.

It wasn't until he left the high wall of the Hou's mansion that the noise of the guards and the loud sound of warning gongs came from behind him.

Wu Ming ran vigorously to the back hill of Yanfu Temple in the northeast corner of the outer city, stopped in front of a newly built tomb, and placed his head on the stone platform for offering sacrifices.

He stuck the blood-dripping sword in the soil and kowtowed three times towards the tomb. His eyes were red with tears, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Sister, I avenged you! Look, this is the old man. The head of the dog thief... I know you don't want to see it, this pickled thing is disgusting even if it is alive or dead, but I want him to apologize to you with his blood, and then feed the head to the wild dogs."

Wu Ming picked up his head and knocked it hard three times on the stone platform, smashing his head and jaw, exposing the bloody jawbone and teeth.

He took a deep breath, grabbed his head, and when he saw the two rows of molars in his lower jaw, he suddenly froze.He forcefully peeled off the broken mouth and checked the two rows of molars on the upper jaw. He found that, like the lower jaw, they were severely worn, only half the height of normal teeth, and the face was black and full of pits.

These are not teeth grown from polished rice noodles.Only long-term eating bran swallowing vegetables, or eating bean cakes mixed with gravel, which even mules and horses would not eat, can wear teeth like this.

... This is not Feng Anhou's head either!

It must be a substitute carefully prepared by Wei Jun. Not only does he look exactly like him, but he has also adjusted his behavior, gait, and tone of voice.

A hundred secrets were left out, causing him to fall short again!Wu Ming was full of hatred and anger, and threw his head into the dark forest.

In Feng'anhou's mansion, Wei Jun looked at the headless corpse in the pool of blood on the bed, his hands and feet were cold, he was startled and afraid.

——Fortunately, he met an eminent monk with the title of succession in the queen mother's palace a few months ago, and under the guidance of the other party, he began to raise a substitute.Today, he received a warning from the other party, saying that he used secret divination techniques, and learned that he would have a bloody disaster in the near future, so he was prepared and hid himself in a secret room, allowing the double to move freely in the mansion.If it weren't for this, he would be the one who was separated from his body tonight and died in Huangquan!

Wei Jun is almost certain that the assassin who came to assassinate tonight is the masked man in black who stabbed him more than two months ago. Come back and make waves.

Feng Que evil this trash thing, hurry up and die early!There is also this lingering assassin, he must be caught with his own hands, ten tortures will be used in turn, making life worse than death for this guy!

With a livid face, Wei Jun yelled angrily: "Where are the dogs raised by the Marquis? Let them all out! Sniff the blood all the way to find the assassin, and cut him to pieces!"

A mighty group of troops, including the guards of the Marquis Mansion, and the elite soldiers of the Wucheng Army and Horse Division, armed with armor, followed a dozen menacing dogs, sniffing the blood, left the inner city gate, and rushed to the northeast corner of the outer city. .

The dog was barking wildly in front of a tomb on the back mountain of Yanfu Temple, and the blood trail also ended here, but there was no trace of the assassin. The soldiers searched the entire hill, but they did not find even a hair of the assassin, but found it in the forest. The double's head was gnawed to pieces by wild beasts.

Wei Jun was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, and he shouted: "Bring the head to worship, there must be relatives and friends of the assassin. Dig this new grave, drag the bones out and whip the corpse to vent my hatred!"

The soldiers were about to dig the grave, but they saw a hole in the back of the mound, and the tombstone was gone.When I dug it open, it was really empty inside. There was no trace of a corpse in the coffin, and only a round altar mark remained on the floor.

"The assassin, anticipating the pursuit, opened the coffin and took away the urn and tombstone. Lord Marquis, what should we do next?" Commander Bing Ma Si asked.

Wei Jun roared: "What to do? Arrest people! What do you five city soldiers and horses do for food? Close the inner and outer city gates, search and arrest the whole city under martial law, and rake the ground three feet to find him!"