Chang Anqing

In a blink of an eye, there are only a few days before the Son of Heaven goes out to inspect the Great Wall. Although the north wind in November is not as bitter as it is, it still makes people shudder when it blows on people. At this moment, the palace of Prince Wei is brightly lit. , Two rows of lights came from far and near, and when you got outside the Lixiangyuan, you could see that the owner of such a scene was not someone else, but Yang Xingjian, the King of Wei who came to the throne in his prime and had infinite scenery.

Although Yang Xingjian was not as drunk as usual tonight, he still couldn't hide the fragrance of makeup and wine all over his body. Surrounded by everyone, he leisurely walked into the Lixiangyuan. Hui Yun rushed out to greet her.

Looking at the weak and careful woman in front of him, Yang Xingjian waved Hui Yun into his arms, and whispered affectionately while walking in.

"I heard that the princess often invites you into the palace to accompany her these days. After all, she is your old master. Serving her is more dedicated than serving the king."

Hearing Yang Xingjian's words, Hui Yun's face turned pale, and her voice trembled with fear, "Your Majesty, I, I—"

"Okay, what are you afraid of?"

Yang Xingjian smiled and stroked Huiyun's cheek with his thumb, sat down unhurriedly, and let Huiyun serve him as he wiped his face and hands and said, "Well, have you heard any news these days?"

Hui Yun paused for a moment when she heard this, and carefully took back the handkerchief thrown by Yang Xingjian and said: "Now that the Crown Princess is pregnant, she has less control over her affairs, and these days she only chatted about her daughter's affairs, nothing— —”

Seeing that Yang Xingjian's eyes turned cold, Hui Yun quickly rolled up Yang Xingjian's trousers, washed his feet and said, "It's just that His Royal Highness has been busy recently, and it is said that there are Turks from Chang'an City. His spies are now at the time when His Majesty is going north to patrol the border, and His Royal Highness is worried that he will be detrimental to His Majesty, so he is chasing him secretly."

"Turkey?"

Yang Xingjian raised his eyes after hearing this, then lost interest and said: "I go to the palace every day, and that's all I hear?"

Seeing Hui Yun cautiously lowering her head and not daring to speak, Yang Xingjian became more and more bored.

At this moment, with sharp eyes, he noticed that the maid outside the curtain was secretly whispering something, and the mysterious look on her face aroused his curiosity.

"The people in your house are getting more and more unruly, and dare to gossip in private in front of me?"

As soon as these words came out, the maidservant standing outside the curtain was startled, and saw Yang Xingjian's gaze, and immediately knelt down in fright: "Your maidservant deserves to die, this maidservant will never dare again."

"What did you just say there?"

Hearing Yang Xingjian's question, one of the servant girls hurriedly said: "Yes, it was the servant girl who just passed by and saw that Song Zhangshi was, was—"

"At what?"

Hearing Yang Xingjian's impatient voice, the maid hurriedly said: "I saw Mr. Song secretly burning paper behind the rockery in the garden, what are you still talking about—"

As soon as this remark came out, Yang Xingjian frowned, and immediately felt unlucky, secretly burning paper in his palace at night?Fortunately, he was still an old man beside my father, so he didn't know the rules.

Thinking of this, Yang Xingjian raised his dripping feet angrily, Hui Yun quickly wiped it off with a handkerchief, Yang Xingjian hurriedly put on his shoes, put on his coat and rushed out angrily.

"The concubine—"

Hearing the concern of the personal servant girl, Huiyun looked at the shaking bead curtain and the figure disappearing outside the curtain, Huiyun put away her usual cautious appearance, her eyes were full of determination.

After living by Yang Xingjian's side like a dog like a thing for so many years, it should be enough, and he should be relieved.

Although I don't know why the Crown Princess used her mouth to tell Yang Xingjian this, but it is enough to know that this can trip Yang Xingjian.

Here, Yang Xingjian came to the rockery in the garden angrily, and when he quietly approached the faint fire, he saw Mr. Song kneeling tremblingly in the corner, putting paper money into the fire while Can't stop talking about something.

At this moment, the surroundings were dark and silent, and while the flames were swaying, his shadow trembled with the wind, looking inexplicably creepy.

"Damn!"

Yang Xingjian roared in a deep voice, and the old head of Song almost lost his wits in shock. When he looked up and saw Yang Xingjian's sullen expression, he immediately said in fright: "Your Majesty——"

"Burning these things under the eyes of this king, are you cursing this king!"

In anger, Yang Xingjian kicked the charcoal fire containing the paper money to the ground. Seeing this, Song Zhang's face turned pale with horror, and he rushed to protect him and said, "No, no——"

Seeing that Director Song was still protecting the charcoal basin like a baby, Yang Xingjian said angrily, "Drag it for me—"

"My lord, this is for A Lang, this is for A Lang—"

As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped in shock, and looked at Yang Xingjian after looking at each other, because they all knew that Song Zhang had followed the old King Xuan all his life, and was the most trusted confidant around King Xuan. The A Lang he said was not someone else, but Yang Xingjian Father Yang Zhiyuan.

"To Ayer?"

Yang Xingjian frowned, and said immediately: "It's not the anniversary of Aye's death, why are you burning paper now? Could it be that you are lying to me?"

"no no--"

Song Zhangshi was forced to have no choice but to say in fear: "Please listen to me alone——"

Seeing the inexplicable awe and fear in Song Zhangshi's eyes, Yang Xingjian felt that something was wrong, so he turned his eyes to signal the group of people to retreat, and then stepped forward and asked again condescendingly: "What's the matter?"

Director Song couldn't help Yang Xingjian's scrutiny, trembling and trying to suppress his voice to the lowest level: "These days, I can always see Alang back at night—"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xingjian felt a gust of wind pass by, making his hair stand on end, couldn't help but swallowed his throat, clenched his fists to brace himself to look around the dark night and said, "Ridiculous!"

"It's true, it's true. These days and nights, I can see Alang coming to me. He said, he said that he was wronged and died, that he died with nothing to rest in peace, that he couldn't enter the underworld, and that's why he was tossing and turning in the world—"

Hearing Song Zhangshi's words, Yang Xingjian frowned, and said incomprehensibly, "What are you talking about? Why did you die because of injustice? Why did you die with regret? Aye's trouble is not due to illness—"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xingjian saw something from Director Song's dodging eyes, and then he grabbed Mr. Song, gritted his teeth and said, "What are you hiding from me?"

"Your Majesty forgive me, Your Majesty forgive me, it's not that I want to hide it, it's that Alang told me not to tell you before he died—"

Aye?
Hearing this, Yang Xingjian felt that something was wrong. At this moment, he was staring at Song Zhangshi, and his fingertips were almost pinched into his flesh.

"what is the problem?"

Seeing Yang Xingjian who was about to eat him, Director Song couldn't stand it anymore, he could only kneel forward, trembling and approaching, and said in a very low voice: "Your Majesty, do you still remember the incident of Yinghuo committing Ziwei?"

Hearing "Yinghuo offends Ziwei", Yang Xingjian naturally knew that this was Aye's method to clean up the East Palace. Frowning, he listened carefully to Director Song and said: "Later, there was another Tianji Stone in the place, and it was written to Yinghuo to guard the heart, and the saint was born , blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the country stretches for a few words. The emperor used this late night to ask the Sanqing Guan Daoqing Immortal Master, and the Daoqing Immortal Master said that this is the fate of the emperor. If he can successfully survive, he can become a generation of saints. Days can become immortals, if not, the world will be mourned—"

Yang Xingjian was very surprised when he heard the words, and then he saw Mr. Song continuing: "In order to deal with the robbery smoothly, the emperor listened to Daoqing's plan and transferred the robbery to Alang, because Alang is the most respected person in the world, and he has nothing to do with him. The Yang family who are connected by the emperor's blood."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xingjian's pupils shook suddenly, and he looked over in disbelief.

"Alang was entrusted to go to Luoyang to cope with the catastrophe. For this reason, the emperor personally gave a fairy medicine before leaving, and asked Alang to take it every day. Only in this way can we protect, protect the glory and wealth of your life——"

It was like a blow to the head, Yang Xingjian was completely stunned there, and at this moment he understood why when Liu Shoucheng left, Aye told him sternly, why he was not allowed to touch the so-called "fairy medicine", why Aye suddenly The illness was so serious that even he wondered why he was able to win the title so smoothly and obtain a status that others envied.

It turned out that Aye took his life in exchange for him!

"Fun Lord, Yaodao, I want to kill them—"

Hearing this whisper of suppressing sadness and anger in the dark night, the head of Song was so shocked that he immediately got up and looked around, and quickly grabbed Yang Xingjian to comfort him: "No, no, A Lang repeatedly told you not to do it. To let you know, it is to ensure that you spend this life safely—"

However, at this moment, Yang Xingjian was dazzled by the revenge of killing his father. How could he listen to the words of the head of Song, he shook off the hand of the head of Song, his fists were clenched tightly, his eyes were red, and he wanted to be skinned and torn apart. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Now he is in the light, and I am in the dark. As long as the deployment is appropriate, he can pay for my life for me——"

"Your Majesty, this is the crime of the Yi Nine Clan!"

Yang Xingjian smiled coldly when he heard the words: "My Nine Clans, why not his Nine Clans?"

"What's more, I don't have to use my own hands to kill him—"

Hearing Yang Xingjian's words, Director Song was stunned for a moment, then saw Yang Xingjian smiling but frighteningly speaking: "If our emperor died at the hands of the Turks, who would be to blame if he died in a border town? ?”

At that time, that trash Yang Yan is sitting in Chang'an, and he only needs to summon Aye's old department. Isn't that the turtle in his urn?
With a sneer, Yang Xingjian closed his eyes, raised his head to feel the coldness of the moonlight, and whispered softly: "Aye, wait for my son to avenge you, take away his country, and trample everything he once owned on mine. At your feet, when you are enshrined in the Temple of the Son of Heaven and let the people of the world worship and admire you, you can leave with peace of mind—"

Looking at Yang Xingjian, who was gradually going mad and falling into paranoia, Director Song collapsed in fear, but he knew that he couldn't do anything, couldn't do anything...