Ascension

Dong Yan is really good at dancing, and with just a few words, he turned everyone's attention to an upstart in the court. Wen Liang continued to be his stone according to his own wish and Yan Siyu's mind.

He couldn't drink the glass of fine wine in his hand after all.The boat is full of joy, but what he thinks about is Xilu, which is strong and strong.

After the first emperor succeeded to the throne, he made great efforts to rule the country and stabilize the government, but the foundation of the empty treasury could not be solved after a few years of operation. As a last resort, he had to cut down the army several times. Except for the [-] Huainan army who took care of Princess Xiang'an, only The [-] soldiers and horses who went down to Jiangbei were still able to fight.

Dong Yan's banquets today are all prominent figures in Beijing who are not top-notch, most of them are for the purpose of forming a good relationship between himself and Changpei Palace, and they will be out of place in the eyes of those who really want to do practical things.

"Grandstanding!"

Wen Liang raised his head, and saw that the man who came this time was a man with a big arm and a round waist, with a rusty smell he was familiar with: "This is the way of life for the nobles in Beijing."

The man mentioned the jug on Wen Liang's case and took a big gulp, wiped his mouth and smiled at Wen Liang: "Are you too?"

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "No. What about you?"

The man put down the jug, and said in a nondescript scholarly manner: "Xiaye Wentian, the prefect of Jiangbei Sunset City."

Unexpectedly, this rough man was a civil servant of the fourth grade. Wen Liang stood up and saluted, "The commander of the imperial army, Wen Liang, has seen Mr. Ye."

Sunset City is the garrison of the Jiangbei Army, and the official position of the general of the Jiangbei Army is the garrison of the Sunset City, nominally obeying the prefect's dispatch.

Ye Wentian is also a legend in Beijing.He was originally born in a reckless rivers and lakes. When the first emperor seized the throne, in order to ask the Jiangbei army to stand still, he sent soldiers pretending to be foreigners to harass the Jiangbei border. A civil servant in front of Sunset City, who was good at internal affairs but weak in nature, fell from his horse in panic and died.The frontier city was built for defense, and the prefect had great power and responsibility, and no one dared to specialize in it. After the former prefect died suddenly, the city was in a panic.It just so happened that Ye Wentian had traveled so far and didn't know how deep it was. Seeing that Sunset City was in danger, he broke into the prefect's mansion to handle government affairs by himself.Lin Song, the general of the Jiangbei Army, simply made the mistake and let him take charge of the affairs of the city.

After the first emperor ascended the throne, Lin Song thoroughly investigated the matter, and Lin Song made a petition to plead for Ye Wentian.Seeing that Lin Song and Ye Wentian had a good friendship, Yan Siyu persuaded the former emperor to keep Ye Wentian in Sunset City on the grounds of appeasing the border, in order to sell Jiangbei Army's favor.The first emperor was concerned about the Huainan army in Wen Liang's hands, and after finding out that Ye Wentian and Chang Pei's lineage were indeed not affiliated, he simply ordered Ye Wentian to be the prefect of the setting sun.

Ye Wentian sat down next to Wen Liang and laughed loudly: "General Wen, I have searched all over the capital, but I couldn't find a few people who can talk. I am lucky to meet the general today, and I will be able to sweep away the feeling of loneliness."

"Master Ye is serious, Wen is no longer a general."

Ye Wentian pointed to a few bragging yellow-haired children hugging prostitutes and said, "You're not a general, aren't they generals?"

Wen Liang said indifferently: "They have the position of generals, we should call them 'generals' in the capital."

"What about outside the capital?"

Wen Liang drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, raised his eyebrows and said, "Outside the capital, those who protect the home and the country are generals."

Ye Wentian burst out laughing, poured wine for him himself, raised his glass and said, "Wine is limited to a bosom friend, so let him be inside and outside the capital! Mr. Ye toast General Huainan!"

What he respected was not Wen Liang, the commander of the Forbidden Army Changpei, a vassal of Beijing, but the Huainan General with great military exploits.

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment, raised his glass and said, "Respect the border."

"Respect the border."

Those who have not served at the border will never understand what a "border" is.These two words represent not only the border of the country, the glory of soldiers, a piece of land, a city, but also the rusty taste that a man will never forget in his life.

The blood was sprinkled on the ground, and the corpse was wrapped in leather. Some people could carry it back to their hometown, while others could only be buried in the place where they died in battle. Their comrades would come to visit occasionally when they were alive, and most of them would be buried after death. Companionship in the same place.

"Tell me about the border. I haven't been back for several years."

Looking at Wen Liang's silent eyes, the smile on Ye Wentian's face gradually faded.

The first emperor's reign was only a few years, but it was the few years when the military strength of the dynasty was weakest.The general of Huainan was transferred from the army, and was led by a mediocre person; the soldiers of the Jiangbei Army were dismissed in large numbers, and the general Lin Song was nearly sixty years old, and he didn't know how many more years he would be able to guard.

"Then tell me, Border Gate."

The purpose of the prefect of Sunset City coming to Beijing this time is to surrender to the new emperor on behalf of the Jiangbei army. Everyone who should know knows it, except Wen Liang.

Ye Wentian hesitated several times, but still didn't tell the matter.He was originally the son of a merchant, but today he is not only well-versed in civil and martial arts, but also has achieved fame, so of course he has a lot of calculations in his heart.He had faintly sensed that someone was setting up a trap against Wen Liang, so he didn't say anything, whether it was Yan Ye's solicitation or Wen Liang's warning, he didn't say anything.

Talkative people tend not to live long.

For example Dong Yan.He could have lived a long and good life, but he always likes to show off his intelligence, and he still has to speak out about his intelligence.This is not what Princess Xiang'an likes.

Another example is temperature.He is probably the person who knows the most secrets in the capital, but no one knows how much he knows and how much he doesn't know.

Yan Siyu is afraid of temperature, not much, just a little bit like a fingernail, who made him Yan Ye's courtier now.

When the first emperor was alive, he was the emperor's hand. After the first emperor died, he was just the fingernail on Yan Ye's hand.

Wen Liang's silence is dull and inflexible, Wen Wen's silence is a lock, locking up the secrets he knows and most of the value, making it difficult for most people to trust him.Yan Siyu didn't think that Wen Wen had the courage to open his mouth to Yan Ye - both the late emperor and himself were much wiser than Yan Ye, and the third son of the Wen family was also the most arrogant among them. Have no complaints about the master you serve?

Yan Siyu is drinking like Wen Liang.

He always drinks alone, even the bright moon in the sky and the flowers on the ground are not qualified to drink with him.

The more he drank, the more lonely he felt.He used to think that what he lacked was a civil servant who would scold Fang Qiu, but later he wanted a counselor who could know the elegant meaning by listening to string songs, and now he has discovered that he has no shortage of men, what he lacks is only someone who can drink.

A daughter is easy to know but hard to find.Or this person doesn't have to know him, just listen to him with a smile when he thinks.

That person was wearing a blue civil robe, with red lips and white teeth, his eyes narrowed slightly when he smiled, and his voice was reminiscent of the sound of spring rain falling on an umbrella.

Yan Siyu knew that she was drunk.He should continue to think about temperature and gentleness instead of thinking about a dead person.No longer would that person listen to himself whining about current events with a gentle smile, let alone hold him back thinking he was wasting his time and wine.

But the drunken brain does not listen to reason, and instead obeys the throbbing flesh in the chest.

Wen, Wen.

This gentle and elegant name has been hidden in his heart for a long time, and he has been reluctant to leave for a long time.

That year Wen Liang led troops to attack the imperial palace, Wen Wen, as the emissary of the deposed emperor, tried to instigate against his obedient second brother.

Of course Yan Siyu would not let him succeed.As soon as Wen Wen came out of the imperial study, the meticulous work he arranged in the palace tied him directly to his mansion at that time.

The handsome man was placed on the floor of the living room with his hands tied and his eyes blindfolded.

Yan Siyu still remembers the hesitation at that time.Yes, he was so hesitant in the face of a weak scholar who had no strength to restrain himself.

Why?He asked himself, and got the answer - because of love.

Yan Siyu, a young man who is plotting to seize the throne, falls in love with Wen Wen, who is foolish and loyal to the deposed emperor.

He didn't even dare to speak for a moment, for fear that Wen Wen would recognize his own voice.

"Do you want to live?"

As expected, Wen Wen heard it, and he frowned in disbelief and asked, "Ruhua?!"

Yan Siyu waved back his attendants, and approached his prisoner step by step.At that time, he didn't want to kill Wen Wen, fearing that his father's secret work hidden among the attendants would be obvious, so he emptied the hall.

"The deposed emperor is stupid, and everyone is eccentric. Even if you are willing to fight for him, there are countless people inside and outside the palace waiting to take credit for the heads of loyal ministers like you."

Wen Wen said angrily: "The abolished emperor is not stupid, but you and others sent villains to make trouble!"

It is rare for Yan Siyu to see his moody emotions, but he actually had fun, and said with a light smile: "A beauty ruins the country, a treacherous sycophant messes up the government, the emperor must be the first to cause trouble. An emperor who is troubled by a villain, isn't he stupid?"

"The emperor has some deficiencies, and the courtiers should try their best to make up for them. Even if the King De's wolf ambition succeeds for a while, he will not be able to escape the eternal infamy."

Yan Siyu said nonchalantly, "I don't care about the flood after I die."

"Bitch!" Wen Wen scolded.

The author has something to say: What is the name of the ancient parlor?I don't know how to replace this word, it's strange to put it in the text.

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