Qingluo Jinghe

"Nowadays, Mingcheng's affairs are so unreliable. There are some things that the king can only entrust to you... If you do well, it is not impossible to adopt you under the queen's name."

It's no wonder that the king of Xirong knew that he had a lot of thoughts, and he used this marriage a lot, not to mention that the marriage contract in the northern remote country was made by the old king of Xirong, "Don't say that this king didn't give you that chance."

"My son understands." Knowing that he kowtowed, the King of Xirong didn't even look at it, and returned to the upper seat.

"Is there anything else the father wants to tell the son to do?"

The King of Xirong didn't wake up anyone, but said calmly: "The branch near the northern remote country, some people are not in the right mind, go and see for me."

If it is said that the king of Xirong is resentful towards Mingcheng for his failure to live up to expectations, and because of the ancestral suspicion of the royal family of Xirong, he is afraid that his son will really go astray. His son killed him.

"Yes, it's just that the father can give the son some accompanying soldiers?" He asked knowingly, but the person sitting on the upper hand didn't respond at all, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

The knees on the ground hurt, but it was clear that it was obviously not the one who would be cared about.In the eyes of King Xirong, the biggest difference between Mingzhi and ordinary courtiers is that even if Mingzhi's salary is not paid, there is no debt...

Who in the world is not partial?It's just that the eccentricity of the Xirong royal family has always been obvious to the point of life and death.

"Father?"

About a cup of tea passed, and the King of Xirong still acted as if he hadn't heard it, sitting on the chair in his hand, leaning his elbows on the armrest, and poking his head.The pain from both knees made the one who had pampered himself know that he couldn't bear it any longer.

In fact, no matter how he didn't take it to heart, the King of Xirong never cut short on food and drink, let alone any big servants bullying the master.King Xirong had no intention of disciplining Mingzhi on weekdays, on the contrary, he made people more delicate than Mingcheng, and now his knees were sore and his legs hurt.

"Father? It's convenient for my son..."

"It's not the king who told you to kneel, get up!" If it was normal, the king of Xirong would not be angry when he saw Mingzhi being so delicate, but now he still uses Mingzhi to educate Mingcheng, and his words have been eased.

Listening to King Xirong's words, he knew that he hummed coldly in his heart. When the former got angry, even Mingcheng would suffer, not to mention that he was an unfavored person who refused to kneel before being asked to kneel. I'm afraid he would have his legs broken!
But knowing what he was thinking in his heart, he would never dare to say it on the face, even if he already had the thought of killing his father and the king in his heart, he could only thank him on the face: "Thank you, father."

"Hmm." Did you really hit Cheng'er hard just now?King Xirong's thoughts were still on Mingcheng, and what Mingzhi said was just perfunctory.

That kid is really annoying, if you don't wake him up...

"Father, my son would like to invite..."

I don't know if I know that I really have no eyesight, or I know that I am useful to the King of Xirong now, and the latter will not hit hard, knowing that he has repeatedly interrupted the King of Xirong's thoughts.

"Huh?" It's not impossible to use another person to stimulate Mingcheng, King Xirong was unhappy.If you know that you have no eyesight, there is no need to keep it.

Now that there is no more suitable candidate, the king of Xirong could only restrain his temper and ask, "What did you want to say to this king just now?"

A trace of killing intent briefly flashed across the eyes, but Mingzhi caught it, so that the hatred in the latter's heart became stronger, but he didn't dare to show it on his face--Mingzhi is now fledgling, and now he can do whatever he wants. He was manipulated arbitrarily by King Xirong.

"Father, my son hopes that my father can give me a group of soldiers for my son to dispatch."

Knowing what the purpose was, the King of Xirong was very clear in his heart, and naturally he couldn't let the former expand his power unscrupulously: "This trip is a secret investigation, and this king can't send you too many people."

"The king will send ten guards to your side later, with light cavalry and simple soldiers, let's set off today!"

"Thank you, father." Knowing how much affection he still has for King Xirong, the two present may not know it himself, but King Xirong doesn't care anyway...

The one who got the order knew that he was going to leave the hall, so he heard the king of Xirong say again without turning his head: "Put some thoughts that should not be put away, at least this king is not dead yet, who will succeed the throne, or who will succeed?" The king has the final say."

Mingzhi, who was halfway there, quickly turned his head and explained to King Xirong: "I dare not..."

Different from his behavior when dealing with Mingcheng, the king of Xirong didn't even respond to Mingzhi's explanation, and directly let the unspoken facts fall to the ground, but knowingly he could only come out of the hall in response.

After the person had gone far away, King Xirong turned around and said, "Oh, I really think I can't see his little thoughts!"

Knowing that the trick was still a bit tender, the King of Xirong had already noticed it.

If you say that you know you can live in peace and contentment all the time, it is nothing more than a thing that can use your family and country as a bargaining chip for your own benefit. It is even more impossible for King Xirong to treat him as a son—if it is not there, there will be some points To hone Cheng'er's role, the King of Xirong had long since wanted to keep such a scum.

"Ambition is fine, but if you really have the ability to make the people live a better life, there's nothing wrong with being a prince who governs... In order to deal with Cheng'er, it's really a good job to join hands with the mother country that never wants to see his mother! "

The more the king of Xirong thought about it, the more angry he became. If it were Mingcheng, it would be another indiscriminate beating.But for such a son who had never been hugged by the King of Xirong since he was a baby, the King of Xirong didn't even have the intention to do anything.

"You locked up Cheng'er again?" Meng Jing heard that she had already guessed the current state of King Xirong after knowing that she was grounded, and quietly entered the hall without calling anyone, "It's hard to say good things, and I'll ask people to come with me another day." If you have a rift, you will be at ease!"

King Xirong didn't speak, just stood up.Queen Meng Jing simply sat aside and waited for the former to figure it out before speaking.

"That clumsy method will be harmed by others, and I have to worry about him for a long time!" Meng Jing didn't speak, and the King of Xirong really couldn't help himself, "It's the so-called brotherhood that people don't care about. If you don’t read it, why is he so obsessed with it?”

Meng Jing knew that this was the King of Xirong, and thought of the old King of Xirong and those so-called brothers, so she just let the King of Xirong talk, and heard the latter's tone slow down after a while, "Is my attack a bit heavy? Then, I……"

"It's just up to your temper, and it would be nice to make Cheng'er crippled sooner." King Xirong's education is correct, but every time he does something that will almost ruin the child's life, he realizes his own problems afterwards, but I don't know how long my memory is.

The only thing that King Xirong can listen to now is Meng Jing's words. If it weren't for Meng Jing's company back then, I'm afraid the old Xirong King's way would have prevented him from living now.

"Cheng'er is always called to have a long memory. I see you are the one with the least long memory."

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, and I will naturally pay attention to propriety in the future." King Xirong knew that if he did not change, it would not be once or twice, but fortunately he could still listen to the persuasion, which is already rare.

"I saw that Mingzhi just went out..."

When Meng Jing mentioned Mingzhi, the King of Xirong was not happy: "Your mother and son both regard him as a good man, but do you know that all the things that happened to Cheng'er were caused by him?"

"When you are young, don't treat Mingzhi as a child. Don't think that I don't know." The marriage is not a child's fault. If you can choose, I am afraid that the princess is not willing to have this child... The grievances and resentments of the older generation Why do you want to rely on the child for revenge?

"It's not that I knew I wanted to be born. I haven't even complained about that child, so why would you force him into such a situation?"

He has never felt the warmth from his father, and his mother and concubine always instill in him the idea that they are sorry for the queen. At this time, whenever the mother country extends an olive branch, I am afraid that everyone will go along with it.

So Meng Jing was actually right. If the king of Xirong could treat Mingzhi better, even if he just didn't treat the child as a dispensable object, it wouldn't make Mingzhi what he is now.

"Does he not know how his mother and concubine are treated by the northern remote kingdom?"

King Xirong was angry, but his mind was very bright, and he could see clearly what he knew: "It's a good thing now, I'm afraid it's his mother and concubine who didn't know how to fight and treated him badly!"

"Then you can't just appoint a dozen people with him and tell him to go away alone... After all, he is still a child. If he can change his ways, there may not be room for him to change." Meng Jing actually felt distressed and knew that many things should not be done. It is up to the child to bear it.

"You are the one who makes Cheng'er not care about how this brother uses him!"

"Besides, if I don't use my own people to watch him, and then directly do something collaborating with the enemy and treason, what will happen to Jing'er and Ming An in Jingzhao City?"

King Xirong and Meng Jing each had their own reasons. The former obviously put aside emotional rationality, while the latter really regarded the princess as a poor sister and only regarded knowingly as a poorly educated child. Apart from sensibility, there was indeed A little too kind.

The two rarely parted on bad terms, but after all they took each other's words to heart and began to think carefully, maybe it could lead to a better ending between Mingcheng and Mingzhi brothers in the future.

—Li Guo·Jingzhao—

Yan Cuo's plea was rejected by the emperor, and Yan Mo was sent to prison like this.

After such an incident, the number of people in Jingzhao City who were fawning on Yancuo was not a little bit less, and even those who walked close to Yancuo began to avoid it—no one knew whether Yancuo would be implicated, so they were more worried about themselves implicated.

And the former also panicked for a few days, as if he was at a loss for such a shocking change...

Thinking of himself and the virtuous king, it made the emperor feel a little uncomfortable.However, national laws and family rules cannot be violated. Under the empress's strict prohibition, Li Jing never thought of letting Yan Mo's matter go lightly.

"Yan Qing asked for leave today?" After all, Yan Cuo is not an old man in the officialdom. It is probably the first time that the emperor Li Jing has paid special attention to the former. Who would have thought that he didn't come to the court today?
"Your Majesty, Lord Yan was in a bad mood yesterday and was accidentally injured and saw blood. I'm afraid that the Holy Majesty will be shocked. If he wants to recover, he still has to write. It seems that he will not be able to go to court early for a few days."

"I know." The emperor secretly sighed that this young man still couldn't hold his breath, and if it was their turn to do the humerus in the future, it would be really worrying...

"My dear friends, be careful with your health. You are the pillar of the country in the court. If you can't afford it, it will be a loss for me and Da Li."

There were many important matters in the early court, Yancuo was injured and was quickly put aside, but Yancuo's injury made Qingpu take it to heart.

If Qingpu remembers correctly, when Yexi won the championship in one fell swoop, Yancuo fell and injured, but the injury at that time was like a whip wound...

"What do Qing Aiqing think?" Emperor Li Jing's inquiry interrupted Qingpu's thinking. Although the latter was distracted, he did not miss the business, and quickly echoed Emperor Li Jing.

And Qingpu's doubts about Yancuo's injury this time are not wrong at all.It's just that behind this injury, there is a series of unknown secrets hidden, only the 'Yan family' knows it.

"Huh? Trash, what use are you for!"

Those who started were cursing, and those who started were kneeling, completely different from the cruelty on the surface and the forbearance and calculation behind the back when King Xirong treated Mingcheng.

If it is said that King Xirong's ruthless attack on Mingcheng was to make people remember him, King Xirong didn't even bother to do anything to his son who didn't care about him, but now the people in this dark place did not kill him. More like venting anger again.

"Lord..."

"Explanation? I don't want to listen to your explanation. Do you know how troublesome the emperor is for you, a bastard, to do such a useless thing this time?"

There is blood all around, but it is not the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. To build such a private prison in Jingzhao City, and to be called the Lord by Yancuo, the emperor in this population may not be the emperor Li Jing of this big Li.

"I think I have been slack in disciplining you all these years, and you still have the strength to explain now!"

A few whips were thrown up, and the clothes of the person under the whip were already torn, and blood was dripping all over the ground, but they were still trying their best to kneel upright.Yancuo knew that if he was not useful, the people in front of him would really beat him to death.

If there is still some blood relationship between Su Zexun and Su Chengmo, Yancuo is more like an indelible stain to the people in front of him. .

"How could I have given birth to such a beast like you!" Kicking the person to the ground, the person who started it felt unhappy in his heart, and when he saw the blood on his hand, he took out the veil Come and wipe your hands carefully.

Throwing the handkerchief into the fire with a soldering iron on the side, seeing the handkerchief being completely burned, the person who started it turned around and looked at Yan Cuo, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing secretly. "

"What my family owed me that night, I will naturally ask for it back."

Excessive blood loss, Yan Cuo is now in a daze.The master has already gotten into some things, and it is impossible for the master to listen to what he says.

As for what the Lord did to him, Yancuo will continue to do what he did without telling the Lord - it was the Lord who gave him his life, and in the end he will always give the Lord a chance to live.

"Oh, fainted? What a useless thing!"

Without any emotion, the person who was called the master by Yancuo raised the red-hot iron and poked the wound on Yancuo's back. People who are not favored are always worthless.