reincarnated as king

The lights in Wenyuan Pavilion had already been lit, Yang Zirong picked up the memorial without any haste, his eyes narrowed slightly.After getting old, Yang Zirong's vision deteriorated, but luckily he can still see.Yang Zirong has never thought of returning to his hometown as an official. In his opinion, perhaps dying of old age in office is the destination of his life.

It is not difficult to accept that you will devote yourself to the great Jin and die.

Even if the monarch he followed wholeheartedly is no longer alive.

Yang Zirong still remembers the first time he met Bei Gongdi.

That year, the Tai | Ancestor offered sacrifices to the imperial mausoleum, and ordered all the princes, queens, officials and ministers to follow the imperial driver and walk from Zhuque Gate to Tianqing Mountain.It was a long journey, and for a group of teenagers who were no older than eighteen or nineteen years old, it was a bit too much.But after all, he is the proud son of heaven, and after several hours of walking, no one complained of being tired or suffering, and he came to Tianqing Mountain in a mighty way.

At that time Yang Zirong was with his father Yang Xiuzhen in the ranks of hundreds of officials, he had never seen these Tian family members before, so his eyes turned to that direction frequently, and then somehow, he actually saw them.

The emperor and the crown prince in dragon gown were in front, followed by several princes in the same row.Then there is a man walking alone.Behind him are several supporting princes and daughters.

Yang Zirong immediately noticed the appearance of the young man, who was two or three years younger than him. The expression on his face was hard to recall because of the glimpse, and all that was left in his heart was the sword-like sharpness, which was with that. A lonely figure walking alone among the crowd.

He suddenly felt a little sad, everything should not be so clear-cut.

Later, when the prince took turns offering sacrifices, he secretly wrote down his identity.The fourth son of the emperor, the adopted son of the first empress, half-concubine and half-concubine, with an embarrassing status.No wonder just now he looked like no one was close to him.

Later, when he knew the boy's name, he silently memorized it in his heart and read it several times: Bei Gong Di.

At that time, the years were not as long as running water for him, and the hoarse chirping of the grubs under the branches could not arouse the deepest waves of emotions. At that time, everything was bathed in white sunlight.It's too early.He didn't know the traction of fate, he didn't know all the shocks that were about to happen, and he didn't know what that faint and clear emotion meant.

Yang Zirong recalled that his life changed from that afternoon.

In the 13th year of Jinghong, Prince Beigong died of illness.

He has passed the new examination and is proud of the spring breeze. He entered the Imperial Academy and was appreciated by the king. Who knew that on the afternoon of one month after the national funeral, Yang Zirong, who returned to the mansion from the Imperial Academy, saw only an empty courtyard. The young girl who is only eight years old is sitting in the hall blankly.

At that time, Yang Zirong was just a newcomer to the Imperial Academy, and his position was humble, so he naturally did not have the right to witness the earth-shattering changes in the Wenhua Palace during the day.The next day he heard that the emperor was sitting coldly in the Wenhua Palace, and the eunuch in charge read out the names one by one, and the factory guard entered the palace and brought his subordinates into prison.It's just that his father Yang Xiuzhen never came back after he came to court that day.

Then the emperor issued an edict to appoint the eldest grandson of the emperor as the crown prince, and that edict caused an uproar in the capital, and made all the princes kings and drove them to the feudal land.Yang Zirong suddenly recalled that the sky of the capital really changed at will.

After the crown prince died of illness, the crown prince was empty, and the second and third princes were ready to move, so they united many courtiers to write a letter.Bei Gongliu watched coldly for a month, and suddenly made an attack to catch all these half-hearted courtiers.Yang Xiuzhen of the sixth part was involved in it and was implicated.Although the Hanlin Academy is the farthest from the filth of the central government, Yang Zirong is struggling because of his father.

Political strife is dark and cruel, and the reality is that everyone can make icing on the cake, but there is no one who can help.Yang Zirong, who was not as weak as the crown, but shouldered the burden of the family, suddenly became obsessed with this feeling somehow.

Yang Zirong has always been soberly aware of what he misses in his heart. When he was young, he was named on the gold list, and his red sleeves added fragrance; later, he revitalized the lintel and honored his ancestors; , an obsession suddenly became clear, he longed to follow Mingjun, be an extremely human minister, be famous through the ages, and prosper the country.

Watching from a distance, Yang Zirong suddenly knew that he was looking forward to the person who held this flag to openly resist, the person who led thousands of troops to the south to force the palace. He firmly believed that this prince whom everyone feared would surely fulfill his long-cherished wish. A long-lost frenzy rose in his heart, gradually blazing.

Because this person is Bei Gongdi.

For the past 12 years, Yang Zirong, who was ups and downs in the power field of the capital, heard news from the north intermittently.The emperor's fourth son commanded the army and made great military exploits. The people of Yuandi were frightened when they heard the news.But gradually, there are more and more rumors about "killing the god prince", about "the nature of evil spirits", and about "killing and surrendering unknown".Yang Zirong showed a wonderful smile when he heard it: Look, they are used to playing this kind of trick of "a tree is beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy it".

Half a son--half a son-in-law, Yang Zirong lowered his eyes, quietly editing the Hanlin Academy.Sure enough, the emperor's decree was only aimed at An Guogong Chen Ying.An Guogong's lineage withered, and King Yan's arm was broken, and the generals in the north also began to move around because of Chen Ying's death.

It really is the emperor's mind. Among the kings Yang Zirong encountered in his life, there are few kings who rule the world as coldly as Bei Gongliu.The capital became more and more turbulent day by day, and there were a large number of blood exchanges in the court, and then the Tai | ancestor died of illness, and the emperor's eldest grandson ascended the throne.

Yang Zirong saw that the gate of the capital city was easily breached by the Yan army, so he walked down, and his stage should be next.Standing in front of thousands of troops, Yang Zirong said loudly to the man in front of the angry horse, "Your Highness forgot one thing."

Bei Gong Di looked down at him, his eyes were cold like those of Tai | Zu, and he sarcastically said, "Let's listen."

Yang Zirong was extremely calm: "Your Highness, will you visit the mausoleum first? Ascend the throne first?"

Every time Yang Zirong thinks of that experience, he feels that this is a rare and thrilling scene in his life. At that time, Bei Gongdi smiled, took a deep look at him, and then rode his horse to Tianqing Mountain.

Yang Zirong thought, he made the right bet.

The subsequent development was within his expectations, and far exceeded his expectations.Bei Gongdi, who has always killed and surly, released Wenxi's old officials, and even left Fang Jingxuan, the leader of the civil servants, in the capital. Later, Yang Zirong understood the inside story, and panic and inexplicable confusion were all over the place for a while, with mixed feelings.

Yang Zirong never knew when the entanglement between Bei Gongdi and Fang Jingxuan began. He only needed to know that Bei Gongdi was the king he chose to follow in his life, so he kept silent, just like a long time ago.

As expected, Bei Gongdi did not disappoint him, he thought, to be appreciated and valued by this Mingjun, this life will not be in vain.

Yang Zirong has encountered many national funerals in his life. He was a little numb, but he still couldn't help crying in front of the spirit.Liu Zhen beside him was crying like a child, and the crown prince had not eaten or drank for several days.As for Fang Jingxuan, Fang Jingxuan...

Yang Zirong thought of Fang Jingxuan like that, and didn't know whether to describe it as scary or sad.Fang Jingxuan knelt upright as usual, Yang Zirong couldn't bear to look at the expression in his eyes, he only knew that there was no trace of anger in that person's body.

Yang Zirong remembered the rare gentleness in the eyes of the emperor leaning against Fang Jingxuan's arms when Beigong Di announced him to go in on the last day, recalling the past with a low voice: "Tui Min, I still remember the first time I saw you, You stand alone in front of the army calmly, I almost cut you off."

Yang Zirong held back his tears. In fact, the first time he met was very early, when Bei Gongdi was still immature, and he was only a teenager.It's just that it was a distant glimpse of him alone after more than a hundred times of looking around.

"...Assist the prince well, I will entrust this world to you..."

Yang Zirong felt a little sad, he knew it had nothing to do with jealousy, it had nothing to do with likes, it had nothing to do with monarchs and ministers, and it had nothing to do with loyalty.

But he still couldn't help feeling the overwhelming emotions, planting a subtle pain in his heart, which would never dissipate.

This is the unique flavor of memory.