reincarnated as king

Fang Jingxuan wrote like flying and buried her head in front of the table, between the ups and downs of the rabbit, the writing in the pen was completed in one go.He put down his pen, closed the copybook, stacked it on a corner of the table, and raised his hand to get the last one.At this moment, apart from the neatly stacked official documents, there are no books on the table.

"Xiaobei—" Following Fang Jingxuan's call, he immediately stepped into a bookboy waiting outside the door.He had a delicate face, and he was familiar with Lude. He took the stack of official documents from the table without making a sound from the beginning to the end, and he didn't look up at the person behind the table who was raising a glass of tea.Only this kind of respectfulness and cleverness are different from what ordinary schoolchildren possess.

Fang Jingxuan waited for him to retreat to the door, and when he was about to turn around and walk out, he suddenly asked: "How long has Wan Zhifu been waiting in the flower hall?"

The book boy lowered his body holding the copybook, and said crisply: "Master, it will take about half an hour."

He was not by the master's side from the very beginning, but over the past few days, he has learned about the master's temper and character thoroughly.But as long as you keep your duty and don't exceed the rules and etiquette, it's not difficult to serve.

It is rumored that the wise people are close to demons, they can penetrate people's hearts, or they are loyal and virtuous, and they are not fake.Unexpectedly, the real person is such a gentle and innocent gentleman with only a pair of eyes as deep as the sea, so cold that it makes people feel chilly.

The book boy waited quietly for a while, but there was no reply, he raised his eyes slightly and saw the hand resting on the side of the tea bowl, and immediately retreated knowingly.

Fang Jingxuan twirled the rain-clear ring in his hand, but it was a sixth-rank magistrate who was greedy for confiscating supplies, and he came to Yanjing to visit with a few scrolls of calligraphy and painting.He had no intention of meeting each other, let alone a corrupt official who asked to come.Fang Jingxuan crossed her fingers across the table, thinking leisurely, could it be that her reputation of being jealous has not spread to the north?

Ever since the Beihai War was decided, the minds of the officials in the north became active, and they came to Fang Jingxuan's mansion for various reasons to inquire about it.However, no matter whether it was those who shared poems or essays, or those who presented paintings and characters, Fang Jingxuan did not see them at all.It's just that Murongde, the governor of the South China Sea, was sent back after returning to Beijing to report on his duties, and he meant to be responsible for managing the South China Sea for life. With this example, if he doesn't make good friends with his future boss and incorporate it into his own interest system, what will happen? hour?

However, Fang Jingxuan knew that after returning to Beijing this time, he would never come back again.Instead of entrusting the local bureaucrats with false snakes, it would be better to appease the people and clear up the officialdom... Anyway, he is respected and prominent at the moment, and no one can resist him.

Thinking of going back to Beijing, the bitterness of the tea in her mouth filled with sweetness, Fang Jingxuan got up and took back an iron box, opened it and spread the stacked letter papers on the table one by one.The bottom layer of paper was already slightly yellowed, and he had to read it page by page. There was a trace of warmth in his quiet brows, and an extremely rare tenderness appeared in his eyes.

The book in the palm of the hand is full of "Jun" characters, and there is absolutely no half of "Qing" characters. The content is complex, there are instructions about changing weather, some poems mixed with short sentences, and some emotions of enjoying the scenery, but more It is still political affairs.Soldiers are cunning, kings are good at schemes, all of them are intertwined, and the thrilling plots are like snowflakes, and just a few words make people feel extremely frightened.

Almost every letter was not too long or too short to write a page, except for one. Fang Jingxuan pulled out the letter paper with a lot of blank space, and there was a shadow and complexity in his eyes.Mottled creases slid under the soft fingertips, and his thoughts could not help but turn back to two years ago.

Fang Jingxuan was still in the study in the small courtyard of Junyang Mansion, with a gloomy face, she sat on a chair, suddenly stood up and flicked her sleeves, all the things on the table were swept to the ground, and the porcelain shattered into pieces with a loud noise.He couldn't restrain his anger and looked at the man in black kneeling in the middle of the room, and said sharply, "Say it again!"

"My lord, the capital has nothing more to say." The man in black kept his face unchanged, and repeated his original words mechanically.

Fang Jing smiled mysteriously: "Okay, okay." He suddenly sat back on the chair, and the words on the letter paper tightly clenched in his hands were still clear. "Yinzi, Concubine Lishu. Beigongdi." Staring at these simple eight characters, Fang Jingxuan's face distorted slightly uncontrollably, with never-before-seen anger and sourness, accompanied by a kind of insinuation. A sense of powerlessness hit my heart.

... How dare Bei Gongdi?It was the limit for him to tolerate him going to the empress's palace, but he, Bei Gongdi, dared to visit the harem and even set up a concubine. His fiery anger almost burned his reason, and the spontaneous sense of betrayal made him wish to return to the capital immediately. .

But only almost.Fang Jingxuan has never felt such pain in his life, even though there are letters like blades piercing his heart one by one, and he doesn't know that shorter and shorter letters can hurt people more. Such a strange emotion made Fang Jingxuan immediately vigilant .

His eyes were bright and dark, and his reason and emotion were struggling in sinking.On the one hand, Fang Jingxuan was surprised and suddenly realized that he had such affection for Bei Gongdi, on the other hand, he was jealous and resentful thinking that Bei Gongdi would do such a thing.When he was in a hurry, a strange idea came to Fang Jingxuan's mind, since he asked him to patrol the north, maybe he would never return to the capital in this life...

Fang Jingxuan pursed the corners of her lips, took a deep breath, and her voice returned to calm, but with a creepy chill, her words hit each other like jewels: "I want to know the whole story of Concubine Shu's favor."

"Master..." the man in black hesitated.

"He never said that I don't know what's going on in the palace, right?" Fang Jingxuan's fingertips turned white as he clenched his fist.

The man in black who bowed his head suddenly raised his head. Under the gaze of Fang Jingxuan's eyes that were like cold winter, he was silent for a while, and said: "The capital has not banned it, and the subordinates can indeed know about the affairs in the palace. However, the subordinates dare to ask , does the Lord really want to know?"

It is not what a courtier should do to look at the palace. It is a big mistake to go beyond the rules.Bei Gongdi gave Fang Jingxuan the two instrument rings, which originally symbolized the emperor's extreme trust, but if Fang Jingxuan really did this, the trust between the monarch and his ministers might be broken.

Fang Jingxuan said one word, then closed his eyes slightly: "Say."

"On the night of July 26th, His Majesty was drunk, and the concubine Tang Cairen bribed the palace man to take a bath. The next day, His Majesty wanted to kill him, but the Queen lived him, and put him under house arrest in the cold palace. Unexpectedly, he became pregnant. The Tang family became a concubine in October , the palace seal in the palm of your hand."

With a "bang", Fang Jingxuan clenched his fist and hit the table hard.

The man in black continued: "The Tang family, the daughter of Tang Yuwang, the magistrate of Fuyuan County, Youzhou, entered the palace in Jinghong in 22. Jinghong was favored in June of 24 and was named a talented person. After four years of neglect, Qianning He came back in four years and became a concubine. His father was greedy and killed people with a stick. This is Tang Yuwang's related person."

Looking at the paper he handed out, Fang Jingxuan's anger dissipated all at once, and he suddenly laughed lowly, the smile was indescribably intriguing, and he said: "He asked you to give it to me?"

The man in black said with a straight look: "The factory guard No. 30 has a decree, so we are prepared. If the master asks, the subordinates will be prepared."

"Okay, his trick of borrowing a knife to kill people is really just right," Fang Jingxuan put away her smile, and said coldly, "I will be his knife." Fang Jingxuan suddenly sat on the seat a little tired, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, don't you Monarchs and ministers are not ministers, just feel that countless calculations are overwhelming, and the shadow of swords and swords is like walking on thin ice, and there is no room for half of the sincerity.

If he didn't know the reason, he would definitely send a letter to congratulate him on "being blessed with a beautiful woman and having a precious son", and he will guard Beihai from then on and never look back.However, he knew it by chance, and it was the emperor's "involuntary" compromise that made him hate his own powerlessness, which made the person in his arms coveted by others.What kind of stubborn person is Fang Jingxuan? In his last life, he would have been brutally tortured by the ten clans. In this life, he was determined to be entangled forever. Bei Gongdi would never imagine that he would let him go... I don't know if Bei Gongdi looked at him With such madness, do you want him to know, or would you prefer him not to know.

"I asked him to do it, and he always did it. I should do the same." Fang Jingxuan's cold and indifferent tone echoed in the study room. A very long cold has to be spent.

Slowly scanning the newer half-stack of letters on the paper, Fang Jingxuan showed a very faint smile, similar to the temperature of the moment when the snow melts in spring.Regardless of the meeting at the Lantern Festival or the letter, Bei Gongdi has always left the choice in his hands.He Fang Jingxuan is neither stupid nor stupid, why would such a proud and supreme Ninth Five-Year have thoughts of parting, let them be passive, but these thoughts are too tortuous and hidden between ice knives and frost swords, layer upon layer, false and psychedelic ...

Bei Gongdi thought that if he couldn't distinguish clearly, he could forget about the world, and thought that if he was willing to stick to his own way, he wouldn't want to get dirty in the slightest.However, this decision was originally made by Fang Jingxuan when she was still alive, and she never regretted it.

Fang Jingxuan's letter back to Bei Gongdi was even shorter, only five words - Shangxie, Fang Jingxuan.

"Shangxie, I want to know each other with you, and my longevity will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder is shaking in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to die with you."

Fang Jingxuan has always disdain love and sweet talk, Fang Jingxuan has always been pedantic and upright, Fang Jingxuan has always come to his family and country, and Fang Jingxuan has never been lovesick.It's just that if you don't know lovesickness at ordinary times, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness; you only know the word when you are indifferent and ruthless in your life, and strive to teach life and death.

He would not promise life and death, and Bei Gongdi would not, because in this world, there will always be more important responsibilities in his heart than each other. To him, he is an emperor for a lifetime, and to him he is a minister of power.However, since people in the future will think of Bei Gongdi when they mention Fang Jingxuan, he also wants people to think of Fang Jingxuan when they mention Bei Gongdi.

Except for the letter, Bei Gongdi didn't bring anything with him.There was only one sword, one spear, and one ring that accompanied him for four years, but all the emotions derived from it were like a net, binding him inside and never being able to escape.Fang Jingxuan put away the letter paper, locked the iron lock, held the sword in one hand, and danced with the sword when he came to the courtyard.

The unsheathed sword has a flowing light. Bei Gongdi once used the Jiuyuan sword to fight bloody battles on the battlefield and earned a great reputation. After killing Yingye, the bloody sword edge bred a threatening aura. Fang Jingxuan wiped it every day. After all, it also scattered for a few minutes.It's just that the sword is still a sword: the sword is like frost and snow, the eyes are like the bright moon, the sword is like a silver snake dancing, and the body is like a dragon.In the cold wind, Fang Jingxuan looked at the falling leaves flying in front of her eyes, and the bright and clear shadows in the sky. The long years of the past four years echoed in her mind, and she suddenly had a heart-to-heart connection, and there was no difference.

Standing with his sword in his hand, he let out a long howl, and the green shoots not far away had quietly sprouted from the corner of the courtyard, and the cold winter had already passed before he knew it.