America's strong and miserable desire to destroy the world

Wen Qiusheng recuperated for a few days, and his body gradually improved.His Majesty ordered the imperial guards to surround Wushan, led by Qingyue, who was in command of the imperial guards for retraining. Under the order of killing, the bandits with a radius of [-] miles had no place to hide.

Returning to Wen Qiusheng's side again, Qingyue's martial arts improved again, her skin was tanned, but the undisguised happiness in her eyes remained the same.

She slipped the young monk dug out from the ruins of Wuyun Temple to Wen Qiusheng, "My lord, it turned out that there was a secret cellar dug by hand under the temple, and this guy hid in it for more than ten days, and he was really lucky! "

The little monk has been supported by a little dry food until now, and he is already weak and weak from hunger, and he has no strength to even beg for mercy.

"Little monk, since you said that you are a disciple of the abbot of Lingjing Temple, why don't you go to Lingjing Temple, but stay in this ruined temple? How many years will you keep here?"

The little monk raised his eyes in surprise, he didn't expect Wen Qiusheng to believe him.

It has been several years, and he has said this countless times, but no one has ever believed it, and he has long given up hope.After all, who would have believed that an accomplished monk like the abbot of Lingjing Temple would take such an orphan like him as his disciple?

But this person in front of him believed him!Not long ago, he stole other people's money, and even hid in the dark cellar in the fire...

The little monk could not help lowering his head in shame.

He whispered, "Master asked me to stay here, and said that one day in the future, a destined person will come. When he settles down here and takes root, the fate will be intertwined, and the future may change."

"But I've been staying here for several years, and there's no one there, except you..."

The little monk raised his eyes to look at Wen Qiusheng, and muttered to himself: "And you don't seem to be the ones who want to be monks here. The censor next to him is in a peaceful state of mind. He has a future to become a monk, but it's impossible."

Wen Qiusheng was thoughtful.

Destined person?Could it be that he was talking about the evil monk in Wushan?There are rumors all over the world that the abbot of Lingjing Temple has a deep connection with Buddhism and is a mystery. Could it be true?

However, after a fire in Wushan, the trees were withered and the ground was ashes, which was terrible, and Wuyun Temple was also in ruins.Wen Qiusheng thought for a moment and gave the little monk a choice.

"Little monk, if this is the case, I will help you again. After I leave, craftsmen will come to rebuild the temple, and the burned trees on the mountain will be replanted. You just need to continue to guard this Wuyun Temple. In addition, when the person you are waiting for arrives, you must send me a message in time, can you do it?"

The unexpected surprise almost stunned the little monk.

He nodded quickly, and the smile on his face didn't come down until Wen Qiusheng left.

Qingyue led the way, and Wen Qiusheng embarked on the way back to Beijing accompanied by a group of imperial guards.On the way, Guo Ziye came to the sedan chair more than once to inquire about his condition. Wen Qiusheng saw that Qingyue was riding a horse with no distractions, so he let Guo Ziye into the carriage to talk.

"No way, it's unreasonable."

Wen Qiusheng smiled, "The little nerd who hugged me back then can now say things like unreasonable."

Guo Ziye was taken aback, and under Wen Qiusheng's playful eyes, he turned his head unnaturally, curled his fingers slightly, and said in a tone of embarrassment and surprise, "You...you still remember me."

Of course I remember, but the difference between that nerd back then and the gentle gentleman of today is so great that Wen Qiusheng didn't connect the two at all at first.

After waking up after the fire, under Guo Ziye's meticulous care, he finally remembered that there was a nerd when he was a child. When other children surrounded him and called him a monster, the little nerd hugged him tightly.

Even though he was in danger, he still insisted on stubbornly denying them, "Don't bully him, you are the monsters! He is the best person, he is mine—"

Wen Qiusheng recalled the past, and a smile flashed across his eyes, "I think back then, Ziye, you still called me your wife."

He spoke casually, but Guo Ziye's face turned pale.

The words were like a thorn deeply pierced into his heart, Guo Ziye's fingers holding the rein became more and more forceful, and his finger bones began to turn white.He didn't need to close his eyes, and the figure in the red dress that never faded in his memory appeared in front of his eyes.

The person who could only be seen in dreams before is now in front of him, but he can't take a step closer.

"How?" Wen Qiusheng looked at his increasingly gloomy eyes, and smiled slightly, "Is it unreasonable to say now? Lord Yushi."

With a bright smile like a poppy, Guo Ziye closed his eyes, got into the sedan chair, and the moment the car curtain fell, his deep voice was covered.

"Queen, forgive me for being rude."

……

When Wen Qiusheng returned to the palace, Xue Yan didn't come to greet him immediately. At that time, Wen Qiusheng felt that something was wrong. After asking, he found out that when he was recuperating in Wushan, something important happened in the capital.

General Yan Jingyuan failed to hunt down the culprits, His Majesty was furious, and all the servants of the General's Mansion were killed by the saber of the imperial guards.If it weren't for the death of the general's parents in his early years, perhaps there would be more bad news.

And just today, Yan Jingyuan returned to the court and brought even worse news: Dayan's spies who were ambushing the Uighurs were all exposed in this civil strife, and all of them committed suicide.

When Wen Qiusheng walked into the Tai Chi Hall, the courtiers beside His Majesty reminded him, "Empress, be more careful. Your Majesty is in a bad mood. He was angry just now and said that he will kill the general's master Zhang Lao in the street."

Wen Qiusheng nodded slightly.

Mr. Zhang was an important minister in the founding of the country. He fought the world with His Majesty back then, but he resigned after he cultivated Yan Jingyuan.Yan Jingyuan has defended his family and country so far, His Majesty ordered him to lose many soldiers and brothers, and killed all the generals, and now he wants to execute his benefactor...

Wen Qiusheng frowned, and seeing the shadow of the tyrant on His Majesty's body became clearer, he felt a little joyful.

After seeing Wen Qiusheng, Xue Yan's mood gradually calmed down. No matter how Wen Qiusheng explained that he was in good health, he still insisted on inviting all the imperial physicians in the palace to diagnose him.

He planned to prescribe a few more medicines for recuperation, but Wen Qiusheng drank enough medicine when he was recuperating, and now he is still willing to obey, and almost lost his temper with Xue Yan.Seeing that he was full of anger, His Majesty was relieved to send the imperial doctor away and concentrate on coaxing people.

After a long journey back to Beijing from Wushan, Wen Qiusheng was exhausted, and Xue Yan had to correct the memorial, so he went back to Zhaohe Hall first.

On the way back to the palace, he saw Yan Jingyuan by the palace gate from a distance.

The armor on the general's body was shining coldly, his expression was cold and silent, as if he had just returned from the battlefield, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes.Wen Qiusheng heard that when he returned to Beijing, he had already heard the bad news about the general's mansion.

Wen Qiusheng also heard that the spies in the Uighur had been rooted for more than ten years. He wanted to go deep into the danger and save as many people as he could, but he didn't expect that all the spies chose to die for the country in order not to drag the general down.

However, the general lost a lot in a few days, and now he returned to the general's mansion, he was really alone.

Wen Qiusheng looked at it for a while, then turned and left.He was walking on the way back to the Zhaohe Hall, thinking step by step, and when he arrived in front of the hall, all his thoughts were grouped into a complete plan. The plan was so wonderful that he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Within a few days, Wen Qiusheng saw the general again.

His teacher, Mr. Zhang, was sent to prison by His Majesty's order, and will be executed at noon tomorrow.

When Wen Qiusheng went to find Xue Yan, Yan Jingyuan was kneeling outside the hall. The young general had a steel frame and a straight back, but his eyes did not have the light that Wen Qiusheng had when he first saw him.

When Wen Qiusheng entered the hall, he didn't turn his eyes away, and it was the same when he came out.

"General." Wen Qiusheng called him, but he didn't respond.

"The general turned his anger on me again?" Wen Qiusheng was not annoyed, and said slowly, "The general knows in his heart that I am not to blame. Besides, I did the general a great favor just now, the general should thank me."

Only then did Yan Jingyuan raise his eyes slightly.

"Your Majesty has taken back his order not to kill Mr. Zhang, but Mr. Zhang will not be released from prison until the first day the fourth Uighur prince is not killed."

But this result is much better than instant execution.

Yan Jingyuan's expression softened slightly, and he thanked Wen Qiusheng.

Wen Qiusheng smiled and waved his hands, "You don't need to thank me, General. It is a great fortune for Dayan to have people like you. There are also those martyrs who died for the country. They are the pillars of Dayan. Remember the loyal ministers I told the general once? ?Who said that those who stand in front of others and are prominent in the government and the public are loyal ministers? Those people under the general's command, all the soldiers who have dedicated their lives to Dayan in the dark, are all Dayan's loyal ministers, no one is more worthy of this than them Waiting for the honor!"

Yan Jingyuan looked at him, his eyes regained the light, for a moment he seemed to be that confident general again, but soon the light fell silent again.

"Empress, you are right, Dayan needs loyal ministers, but I think Dayan needs more than just loyal ministers now."

Wen Qiusheng glanced at him with a meaningful smile on his lips.He saluted on the ground, he walked away, the two remained silent, but a thought flashed through their minds at the same time.

That's right, it is not enough for Dayan to have loyal ministers at this time, but also needs a Mingjun.

But the general was still too stupid, he would trust Wen Qiusheng, and when Xue Yan was pulled down, it would only be an even more tyrannical king who came to power again.He will eventually recognize this fact.

……

After returning to Beijing, the weather became colder and colder, and Wen Qiusheng got up later and later, sometimes even sleeping until noon the next day.

He was still snoozing that day, but was woken up by Qingyue.

"Young Master, wake up quickly! Your Majesty said that your birthday is coming soon, and he has prepared a surprise for you."

No surprise is more important than sleep...

Wen Qiusheng grumbled, turned over and wanted to continue sleeping.

"If you don't wake up, son, they will come in."

Come in, come in, he is naturally beautiful, and he is not afraid to be seen by others.

"Ahem—Master Wen, Mrs. Wen, please wait for a moment, the young master will come out soon."

Who is Master Wen?Which court official?It's a coincidence that it has the same last name as him.

Wen Qiusheng was in a daze, when he suddenly heard a reply from outside the house, a calm and serious male voice...it was very much like his old-fashioned and strict father.

Wait... His father? !

Qingyue turned her head and was almost taken aback by Wen Qiusheng.

"Young master! Why did you get up suddenly? You scared the servant to death. It's just right, hurry up and wash up, the servant is here to help you—"

"Who is outside!" Wen Qiusheng interrupted her.

Qingyue covered her mouth and snickered, "It's your family. Don't you always say that you miss your family? Your Majesty has secretly invited people from Jiangnan to celebrate your birthday without telling you."

However, why is he not very happy to see the young master?

Wen Qiusheng's expression was heavy, "It's my father who came, and Mrs. Wen? Is my second sister here? Where's the elder brother?"

"Well, Second Miss Wen has already married into her husband's family, Your Majesty didn't..."

No need to listen, Wen Qiusheng knew that the second sister hadn't come, and it was even less likely that the eldest brother would come.

Looking at Wen Qiusheng's gloomy face, Qingyue asked cautiously, "Young Master, do you still want to see me?"

"See," Wen Qiusheng got up immediately, and suddenly smiled, "Of course I will, and I have to dress up to see you. They have come all this way to see me, how can I be an unworthy descendant? Qingyue, this will send your Majesty to see me." Take out my robe."

Qingyue froze for a moment, a little hesitant and a little excited.

"Master, do you really want to wear it? Didn't you quarrel with His Majesty last time because of this dress?"

"Just go if you are told, so much nonsense!"

"okay!"

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