Linque

Ling Ye took Chu Heng's hand and walked out of the front hall, stopped and looked back at the drunk man.

Chu Heng's eyes were filled with mist, and he was in a daze at the moment, so he bumped into Ling Ye without noticing it for a while.

"Uh-huh--"

Chu Heng snorted twice, frowned and looked at Ling Ye, "Why don't you leave..."

Ling Ye couldn't help but curled up his lips and said, "Are you drunk?"

Chu Heng figured out what "drunk" meant, and shook his head blankly, with water in his eyes, he stared at Ling Ye without blinking, and suddenly stepped forward two steps, grabbed the corner of his sleeve, "You hit me!" Me, then you carry me on your back."

Ling Ye said in his heart that this is what you want yourself, don't rely on me when you wake up at night, he leaned over and kissed Chu Heng, turned around as promised, squatted down halfway and smiled, "Come up by yourself."

Only then was Chu Heng satisfied, and lay on Ling Ye's back, wrapped his arms around his neck, and buried his face on his shoulder.

There is a short distance from Linde Hall to Mingcheng Hall, with Luan driving the emperor's chariot behind, Ling Ye swaggering through the city with Chu Heng on his back, all the servants of the imperial army and the generals of the various houses along the way saw this scene, and everyone was in a daze , Even saluting was a few beats slower, which is even more incomprehensible than Chu Heng being Dong Jun.

Ling Ye walked through the palace gates with Chu Heng on his back as if no one was there, and Chu Heng's clear and shallow breath swept Ling Ye's ears. He walked all the way angrily, and said a little dissatisfied: "Today's banquet... Huh! Someone always steals look at you!"

"Huh?" Ling Ye turned his head when he heard the words. In the past two years, there were not one thousand but eight hundred draft picks that he rejected. Who can be more eye-catching than Xuan Ninghou, who is so beautiful at the banquet today? , he squinted at Chu Heng, "Who are you looking at?"

Reasoning with drunk people is absolutely useless. The empress, who was sore, hugged His Majesty's neck tightly and snorted heavily, "It doesn't matter, you are mine! Look again and hide immediately!"

Ling Ye's smile deepened, and he replied in a gentle voice: "Okay, take it back to the bedroom and hide it, okay?"

"Hmm..." Satisfied, Chu Heng nodded, and finally he stopped swaying on Ling Ye's shoulders. He drank a lot of wine and fell asleep just like that.

This sleep was extraordinarily solid. When he was immersed in the dreamland, of course he didn't know what was going on outside.

His Majesty took Xuan Ninghou away from the court banquet hand in hand, and then carried it all the way back to Mingcheng Palace!The previous move can be barely explained by the fact that the emperor and ministers are not concealed, and the love is very sincere.But the latter one, even if Marquis Xuan Ning got drunk first and then sprained his feet, so top-heavy that he couldn't walk, there are still mighty servants driving cars.How can His Majesty carry it back in person?

This is obviously beyond the scope of the relationship between emperors and ministers. It is clearly, clearly... just like, you and me in the lover's world, enjoy it!

It was already evening when Chu Heng woke up, he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, he was mostly awake from the wine, but he was still a little tired, so he sat up and shouted: "Zhu Geng, what time is it? Where is Your Majesty?"

Ling Ye was drawing a sketch of the mansion, when he heard this, he put down his pen, walked around from behind the desk, and walked to the couch, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Chu Heng shook his head, fell into Ling Ye's arms, and asked with closed eyes, "What time is it?"

Hearing the summons from outside, Zhu Geng quickly brought in tea and a washbasin from inside.

Ling Ye took the wet handkerchief and handed it to Chu Heng, "It's two quarters before You Zheng, Ayan is playing with lanterns outside, the moon cakes are ready, we will have a reunion banquet when you get up."

"Well, why did I sleep for so long..." Chu Heng wiped his face, regained his senses, and just touched his lips when he took the teacup, he suddenly recalled the scene of the banquet at noon. Drunk, and then, later...

How did he and Ling Ye go out of the palace hand in hand in full view of everyone, how did he let Ling Ye carry it back to the Mingcheng Palace, countless internal servants and foreign ministers along the way...

Chu Heng's hand holding the teacup gradually became a little unsteady, he looked up at Ling Ye unwillingly, holding the last ray of hope, and asked with difficulty: "We, we...how did we come back from Linde Hall? "

Ling Ye laughed calmly, and first held the teacup for Chu Heng, so as not to spill the tea on him with shaking hands, then looked into his eyes, and said in a firm tone, "You let me carry your back Come back, otherwise I will stay where I am and refuse to leave, I have no choice but to follow orders."

"..."

Doesn't that mean it's all seen by people?

Of course Chu Heng and Ling Ye wanted to walk upright in front of everyone, but according to what he originally thought, it couldn't be like this!Drunk, still clamoring for Ling Ye to recite it, but still unwilling to live in peace after reciting it... What kind of publicity must be made about them outside!

Chu Heng immediately let go of the hand holding the teacup, turned his head and lay back under the quilt, covered his head and didn't want to come out again.

……

This Mid-Autumn Festival night, the moon and the moon in the imperial capital are like a mirror, illuminating the lights of thousands of families during the festive season. The scenery is harmonious and joyful.Thousands of miles away, the moon in Wanzhou was pale.

In this battle, King Jing gathered the strength of the three states and won over two neighboring countries, but it has only been less than three months since the battle, and the victory or defeat is already decided.

Now that the Wanzhou rebels are nesting south of the Lanjiang River, how long can they last?The Twelve Cities in the South of the Yangtze River in Changzhou have been leveled by Duke Ying, and Cangwu City in Yunzhou has also been dismantled. Even the Cangwu Wuzun Fang Hongzhen and other figures were captured by Lishan Dong Junsheng, and the emperor was escorted to subdue the law.The rest of their soldiers are just waiting to die.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, I heard early in the morning that on the other side of the Zhongzhou Army and Ningzhou Army, the emperor opened his own private treasury and ordered people to send festive salaries to the soldiers of the three armies under his command.

On the other hand, here they are, not to mention rewarding the army, it would be nice to be able to take advantage of the festival on the opposite side and get a little breather.

But it's too late to regret, I've already boarded this ship, and nothing can be changed.

Danchuan Waterway Wharf.

Duke Yan Yu of the Qing Dynasty stood on the bank with cloudy eyes, watching the king-respecting soldiers carrying boxes of weapons and gunpowder to the spice ship.

Nanyang Zeguo sent armament supplies, this is the last batch.

King Jing made a deal with Nanyang at the beginning. After the transaction was completed, he would give them the [-]-mile southeast sea area north of Dayin Baishazhu. On this condition, Nanyang Zeguo would provide military support for King Jing's army.But now, King Jing's power is gone, Nanyang Zeguo started a war with the Dayin navy in the East China Sea in order to seize the sea area, so there is no time to care about King Jing's life or death.

The last batch of Nanyang armaments entered the border of Dayin from Yunzhou nearly a month ago.At that time, Fang Hongzhen was captured alive, and Cangwu City was in chaos. This batch of armaments had not been dispatched by the Fang family, and had been put on hold in Yunzhou.In the end, King Jing sent his confidantes to go there, and it took a lot of effort to transport this batch of armaments to Danchuan, where they were transported to the front line by spice boats.

Duke Qing has been doing these transportation tasks for the past two years. He used the name of his nephew to start a business, and secretly transported them to Jiangjin City, the restaurant of King Jing.Later King Jing formally launched an incident and asked Yan Chuanyan to show his attitude. Duke Qing gritted his teeth and offered to help, but now he regretted that he couldn't do it at the beginning.

The emperor disliked Yan Chuanyan's family two years ago, and now he will not be merciful.Supporting that little bastard Yan Yunfei is simply asking him to take revenge on Tan Chuan on Yan Mao's behalf!

Duke Qing gritted his teeth, endless resentment arose in his heart, like a trapped animal on a dead end.

"Father, the ship is already loaded."

The whispered call from next to his ear interrupted Duke Qing's angry thoughts, and the ferocious expression on his face slowly subsided. Looking back, it was his eldest son, Yan Huabin.

The sons of Duke Qing's mansion, who had a glorious past, were supposed to be like Shen Yingbai and Han Chengmiao, stepping up to the official stage of God's capital, step by step towards the center of imperial power, and becoming Dayin's new voice.Instead of waiting for years in my own pier like now, wasting time and wasting day after day.Those so-called upstarts in the imperial capital, those damned commoners, probably don't even remember Hua Bin's name!

"Father?" Yan Huabin called again.

Duke Qing came back to his senses, sighed, and said, "Let's go after loading on the boat. Hua Bin, what's the arrangement for sending the younger generation out of Danchuan?"

They all knew that King Jing would be defeated, and Yan Chuanyan, as King Jing's henchman, was bound to pay the price in blood, especially the direct descendant of Tanchuan, who might not escape death from top to bottom.Prepare early now and secretly send some juniors out, at least to leave a trace of incense for them.

Yan Huabin was silent for a while, then nodded after a while, and gave a low "hmm".

Qing Guogong said: "When King Jing's batch of armaments is finished, you should follow along. Our Yan family is a family of sixteen generations, and we have a family. In the future, Tanchuan will still be named Yan, five or eight years. Let’s wait until the weather calms down, and come back with a different name..." The more Duke Qing said, the more grief and indignation he felt in his heart, could the dignified eldest son of Duke Qing’s mansion not even be able to be called by his name in the future?How sad it is to rely on the breath of the new city lord of a remote branch in the future!

Yan Huabin didn't speak, what's the point of living like that?

The father and son walked forward silently and sadly. Yan Huabin was about to board the ship when he suddenly saw a faint fire flickering in the distance.

The shadowy flames lit up from the sky and came to the eyes in an instant, it was not an illusion!

Rockets shot from all over the sky in Yan Huabin's wide-open pupils.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack—"

Someone on the bank of Tanchuan cried out in alarm, and the generals, soldiers, and trackers on the pier were all in a commotion, some drew their knives, shouted, and fled.Yan Huabin's complexion changed drastically, he quickly drew his sword out of its sheath, cut off a random arrow approaching him, and immediately turned around to protect Duke Qing.The confidants sent by King Jing and the defender of Tanchuan shouted and directed the soldiers to defend.

But apparently it was too late.

They never expected that the enemy army would come to attack on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.People on both sides of the Lanjiang River have heard about the imperial capital rewarding the army. The Zhongzhou Camp cheered and celebrated.On the side of Wanzhou Army who respected the king, although they were relieved a little bit, they were still vigilant.

But right now, the Zhongzhou Camp has given them a hand to "build plank roads in the open, and keep the warehouses in the dark". While celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival with the army, a group of elite light cavalry were assigned to sneak around to the rear of the battle preparation to make a surprise attack.Tanchuan is located in the hinterland of Wanzhou, which is close to Yunzhou. It is obvious that this raid cannot be reached in a day or two, and there is no wind in the middle.You don't need to think about it carefully, you can guess that it must be the vacillating and aristocratic families in Wanzhou who have stepped out of the matter, and there are some people who have been sympathetic to King Jing in the past. The chance of turning meritorious deeds into crimes can at least save one's death.

Of course Duke Guan Qiaoqing can also figure it out, the chance of survival has long since disappeared for the Tanchuan Yan family, they are not much different from the iron rods around King Jing, the emperor will not have the slightest mercy.

This raid came suddenly, and many of Tanchuan's guards were transferred to the front line by King Jing. There was no accident at the pier, and there were not many people left, so they rushed to deal with it, and soon showed defeat. .

Shocked, anxious and frightened, Duke Qing was sweating profusely, and under the cover of his generals, he hurriedly dragged Yan Huabin away.

He knew that today was probably the end of the Duke's Mansion of the Qing Dynasty, and if he didn't leave or make arrangements, it might be too late.

Danchuan has a lot of water, the waterways are complicated and the terrain is changeable. Although the wharf for transporting armaments extends in all directions and has many trails, it is outside the city, and there is still a long distance from the city gate. The first time the chaos happened , someone has rushed to the mansion to report.Duke Qing took Yan Huabin to choose a remote side path to retreat, and gradually left the battlefield. He knew that the pier would not last long, so he could only take the shortest route back home by taking advantage of the complicated terrain.

It is clearly still Mid-Autumn Festival, and the residual heat of the autumn tiger is still there, but the wind tonight seems to have no temperature at all, blowing on the road at the end of the road, leaving only a cold chill.

Why haven't you reached the city gate yet?

Duke Qing was on his horse, anxiously calculating the distance, whipping the horse's belly, hurry up!faster!

The only thought left in his mind was that the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the wind was whistling past his ears. He was about to reach the official road leading to the city gate. Duke Qing settled his mind slightly, and rode wildly against the wind all the way. But he broke out in a cold sweat, and the clothes on the back were soaked, sticking to his back.Duke Qing wiped his forehead, and said hastily, "Hua Bin, don't worry about anything after returning home, you immediately take your brother to the underground..."

They jumped onto the main road from the small path, and the turrets of the city gates in the distance loomed in Duke Qing's eyes, that was the hope of "life"!But what he didn't finish was suddenly stuck in his throat——

Several corpses shot to death by random arrows were laid across the main road together with the horses. The blood gurgled down, forming a small stream and flowing to Duke Qing's galloping horseshoes.

His eyes were tearing apart, he pulled the reins and reined in his horse suddenly, and was almost thrown off the saddle. The high-pitched hissing sound echoed in the silent dark night. He knew all these dead bodies. Ladies and gentlemen, this last section of the main road is the only place leading to the city gate, and many small roads will eventually converge here.

But this section of the main road is tens of miles away from the wharf, how could someone be so familiar with the terrain of Tanchuan, and could go around here as soon as the war started, and wait in ambush!

Duke Qing's thoughts turned, and he suddenly thought of something, his face was almost ashen, his lips trembled violently——

As if to confirm his conjecture, a cluster of flames suddenly ignited in the woods on the side of the main road, followed by the sound of heavy arrows being wound.

Duke Qing subconsciously followed the prestige, and the flashing light from the arrow illuminated the face of the bow-drawer. The young general riding his horse was at the front. He didn't wear a helmet, his eyes were sharp, his lips were straightened into the most indifferent arc, and he looked good. Very much.

"Yan, Yun, Fei..."

Duke Qing's pupils trembled, and he moved his lips to read the name. The endless resentment in his heart turned into despair before his eyes.The moonlight was shining brightly on Yan Yunfei's face. Lord Qing had never felt so similar to Yan Yunfei and Yan Mao at this moment, as if Yan San was born again!It's him, it's Yan Mao who came back from Huangquan Road, and is going to take revenge on Tan Chuanyan's family!

The heavy arrow left the string, pierced through the air, and arrived in front of Duke Qing in an instant. He stood frozen on the spot as if he had fallen into an ice cave, completely forgetting to dodge.

Yan Huabin next to him immediately drew his sword to block, split the heavy arrow at the last moment, clenched the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and stared at this cousin who had been separated for two years. He knew that the end was at hand, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to die. He opened his mouth heartily: "Yun, Fei... what do you want to do?"

"Hmph." Yun Fei sneered, lightly gripped his horse's belly, and walked out of the forest. The Qingqi who accompanied him followed on to the main road, blocking the necessary place leading to the city gate, and also cut off Duke Qing's mansion. last chance of survival.

"Cousin, don't come here without any problems." Yun Fei pursed his lips and said, "I've been waiting here for a long time, and you and my uncle did not disappoint me. Thank you for your compassion, and it is not in vain that Yun Fei led the army to attack this scene."

More than half a month ago, Gu Zheng, Marquis of Shuo'an, assigned him one of the most elite light cavalry from the Zhongzhou camp, and asked those defected families in Wanzhou to assist him in rushing here.With the imperial decree in his hand, he took some of the troops collected from Yunzhou to investigate for several days, and today he suddenly launched an attack and captured Tanchuan.

His Majesty personally paved the road for him, and he finally came here.

Yun Fei looked at Duke Qing in front of him with indifferent eyes as if he were looking at a dead person. He drew his sword out of its sheath, and the Qingqi behind him drew their bows and stringed their bows at the same time, pointing coldly at Duke Qing.

Although they had known that King Jing's power was over and they could not escape death, when this moment really came, Duke Qing still showed an incomparable panic, his face was pale and his teeth were trembling as he looked at Yun Fei, "You, you... Yun Fei, Tan Chuan has educated you for so many years...is this how you repay your uncle?"

Yun Fei remained expressionless, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, I have lived in Tanchuan for five years, and Tanchuan has taken advantage of my father's prime minister for ten years. In the end, he will use me as a chess player. After killing him, then crush me to death, I have received Tan Chuan's upbringing."

Duke Qing's hands were so trembling that he could hardly hold the reins of the horse. He stared at the sword in Yun Fei's hand that was glowing coldly, "You, you want to kill me?"

Yun Fei laughed lightly when he heard the words, "Uncle, you misunderstood, my nephew has no intention of killing you here."

"That's too cheap, and I'm afraid it won't suit you," he said.

Yun Feiheng raised the hilt of his sword, and his eyes slowly swept across the blade, "My father was accused of being unfilial by Tan Chuan back then, and you wanted him to be chopped up and abandoned, but now Prince Jing has colluded with foreign tribes, conspired against the country, and made half of Dayin With the flames of war being ignited, the Yan Chuan family is the mainstay under his command, my nephew, please think about it, what kind of death is worthy of the glory of the Duke of Qing."

The moonlight shone on the blade of the sword, Yun Fei turned his wrist, and pointed the tip of the sword towards Duke Qing——

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, Yun Fei is here, wishing my uncle and his family a reunion and sharing bliss!"

"Take it."