surnamed Wang

Chapter 253 Tsing Yi Feather
In the early morning of the next day, Wang Gingquan woke up very early, and planned to take a stroll around the palace, but unexpectedly saw Nian Nu in the pavilion in the garden.

"Yo, why are you up so early?"

Wang Gingquan stretched his waist and said.

"Aren't you the same?"

Nian Nu spoke calmly.

"Chat?"

Wang Gangquan came to the pavilion, sat down on the bench, put his hands into his sleeves and looked straight at the other party.

"Just say something."

Niannu turned her head to look at the outer wall of the pavilion. There was a large clump of peonies planted there, but it had withered and withered long ago in this season.

Wang Gangquan knew that the other party didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't make fun of himself, so he said directly:

"My brother is a bit stupid. He only thought of marrying a concubine when he was 25. It's rare for him to fall in love with someone. If you treat him sincerely, I wish you all the best."

Niannu turned her head when she heard the words, and frowned slightly. After a long time, she said lightly:
"In your eyes, what kind of woman am I?"

Wang Quanquan grinned and said bluntly:

"Excellent in looks, inferior in martial arts."

Seeing that the other party was displeased, he continued to add:
"Don't blame me for not trusting you. When you sneaked into the palace as a spy, you must have spread a lot of information secretly, and you have already hurt Pan Ziqian once.

Now that you appear in front of him again, you will marry into the county palace as a concubine, so I can't help but think about it.

Although Pan Ziqian is the king of the county, he is still the most caring businessman in the eyes of the world, but he has a pure nature, even if his brothers hurt brothers and sisters, he would just laugh it off.

This kind of person seems broad-minded at first glance, but if he is really betrayed by his close relatives, he will often suffer much more injuries than ordinary people.

so……"

"I know." Without waiting for Wang Gangquan to finish speaking, Niannu directly interrupted him, "I am sincere to him. After I handed Yinger over to you, I didn't know where to go or what to do. After wandering in the rivers and lakes for a while, I met him again in Nanyang Mansion, when I was already tired from walking, it was he who took me in regardless of past suspicions."

Speaking of this, Nian Nu lowered his head, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

Wang Gangquan stood up with a smile on his face when he heard the words, and said slowly:

"That kid Ying'er often talks about your aunt, go to the capital to see him when you have time." After speaking, he bowed to the other party, "From now on, brother Ziqian will ask his sister-in-law."

……

It is best for literati to mourn spring and autumn. Every late autumn, they will definitely compose poems and essays to express their depressed and frustrated mood.

But this late autumn was a very good day for Pan Ziqian. At this time, he was wearing a red wedding dress, his face was glowing red, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to his ears.

"Brother Ziqian, how can we say that you are also a dignified county king, so you can't marry a daughter-in-law and be happy like this. With your expression, those who don't know it will think that you have married the four beauties back home."

"Brother Wang's words are wrong. The ancients often said that there are four great joys in life, among which the bridal chamber flowers and candles are especially ranked in front of the titles on the gold list.

And in my eyes, isn't the princess prettier than the four beauties? "

"It's okay, you are the kind of love."

Wang Gangquan helped the other party tidy up the big red flower on the chest, and after finding that there were no mistakes, he nodded and said:

"It's almost time, shall we go?"

"Go!"

……

Nian Nu has no relatives alive, so there is no need for a wedding ceremony, and even the betrothal gift is omitted.But Pan Ziqian didn't want the other party to suffer this kind of grievance, so he still arranged the streets of Nanyang Mansion with red lanterns and happy characters according to the rules, and planned to take the princess for a walk back and forth, which can be regarded as welcoming the kiss.

When Pan Ziqian came outside the mansion, he got on his horse, with his chest upright, the red flower on his chest matched with the red flower on the horse's head, what an air.

Wang Gangquan willingly lowered his status and led the horse for the other party. Yan Rongrong also joined in the fun, standing beside the bride's sedan chair, and scattered flower petals. On the wedding day, no one can be bigger than this couple.

"Get up!"

Wang Gangquan spoke loudly, and a group of people began to walk along the street in a mighty manner.

The common people like to be lively, and Pan Ziqian, the king of the county, is very popular among the people. Almost everyone in the prefecture city came to join in the fun. Futai He Wen specially sent officers and soldiers to maintain order, for fear that something might go wrong.

Pan Ziqian stood on the horse and bowed his hands to thank the people around him from time to time. Some young girls who hadn't left the cabinet saw this scene, and their hearts were almost broken. But after thinking about it, they can be side concubines if they can't be the main concubine. These girls are feeling lost for a while After that, he cheered up again.

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After everyone paraded around the street and returned to the county king's mansion, the marriage ceremony began.

There are many guests in the palace, but it is not a full house.

In the past, when the Pan family was still a vassal king, it was a veritable towering tree, and all the officials in the capital came to cling to it.

After that, the Pan family fell into trouble, their status plummeted, and they were expelled from the capital by the first emperor, and ordered not to enter the capital forever. The big tree collapsed overnight, and the monkeys scattered when the tree fell.

When the Pan family left Beijing, none of the officials who claimed to be family friends came, but Wang Gangquan, a "friend of wine and meat", came to see him off. Such a sharp contrast made Pan Ziqian experience for himself what it means to be cold and cold in the world.

Nowadays, most of the guests who came to the wedding banquet were business partners of the Pan family, and the few officials were also some small officials in Zhongzhou who were as big as sesame seeds and mung beans, and they usually depended on the Pan family for stuttering.

Before the ceremony, a congratulatory speech was to be read as usual. Pan Yuanzheng was originally planning to read it, but Wang Quanquan's status was obviously much higher, so after discussion, it finally fell on Wang Quanquan's head.

How could he write a congratulatory message? He held back for several nights before choking out a single sentence. In the end, there was nothing he could do, so he shamelessly used the congratulatory message written by the emperor when he got married.

After he finished reading in one breath, there was a burst of applause at the scene, and everyone began to guess who this young man was. Not only was he invited by King Pan to read the congratulatory speech, but he was also so talented.

Some of them are active and have already started to think of ways to introduce their daughters to each other.

After paying homage to heaven and earth, the princess of the county was sent to the new house. As for Pan Ziqian, it was inevitable that he would have to entertain a large number of guests.

At this moment, Pan Ziqian secretly pulled Wang Bingquan aside, and said in a low voice:

"Brother Wang, if I can't drink anymore, you can help me block the wine."

When Wang Gingquan heard this, he suddenly regained his energy. Thinking of the scene when he got married, he patted his chest and said:

"Okay, don't worry about this matter, just leave it to me. The sky is big and the earth is big, and the bridal chamber is the biggest."

After speaking, he walked towards the guests with a jar of wine.

"Leave me alone?"

Pan Ziqian was stunned.

……

"Aren't you disrespecting me, kid? Drink it quickly!"

As soon as Wang Gangquan came up, he revealed his frightening identity and bluffed everyone present on the spot.

The guests also knew in their hearts that in King Pan's land, the other party would definitely not act as a prince.But they just came to eat, and they didn't offend the prince, so why did they pour it to death?
Although these people were puzzled, they didn't dare to ask, so they could only obediently be subdued by Wang Quanquan.

Pan Ziqian watched table after table of guests being put down, and regretted it for a while. He didn't have many friends in the first place.

However, the fact was just the opposite. Although these guests had a sad face on the surface, they were actually very happy.

The Nanyang Mansion is as high as the sky and the emperor is far away. Usually, let alone the emperor's relatives, you may not even see a piece of the emperor's list. Today, although the prince was drunk, you can turn around and talk about it with others, and you will have a good face, right?

In the future, when I get old, I can still talk to my juniors, we are also the ones who drank with the prince.

And although everyone doesn't say it on weekdays, they always feel that the Pan family is in trouble. The phoenix is ​​not as good as the chicken. But today, after Wang Bingquan's troubles, the officials in the whole Zhongzhou will know that the Pan family has a prince backstage, King Anbei Still a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

……

It was night, and Wang Quanquan, who was drunk, was lying in the garden to cool off.

Although the county palace is no longer the glory of the past, it is still one of the best merchants in the dynasty. During the autumnal equinox, a large number of fresh fruits are stored in a cool cellar, and special personnel are assigned to take care of them. Even in the cold winter months, you can still eat juicy fruits. .

Wang Gangquan is lying on the bench in the gazebo, and Yan Rongrong peels the grapes one by one and puts them in his mouth. Not to mention, this feeling is really enjoyable, no wonder Xiaochunzi, that dog slave, always likes to come here when he is not at home .

"Sir, today I heard from those Zhongzhou officials that a major event happened in the capital, and His Majesty started posting the imperial list to arrest the Second Prince?"

"Well, I've also heard that the second child is really capable. He was able to escape the capital under the eyes of the emperor. The clay figurine is still angry. This time he really pissed off the emperor."

"Then when shall we go back?"

"Tomorrow morning, we have stuffed so many people into the palace, we have to deal with it."

Counting it now, the palace has more Qing Xing, Su Qiaoqiao, Jiang Xiuye's grandson and grandson, and Ah Cha. This meeting must be very lively.

While the two were talking, a flying knife came through the air, and with a bang, it plunged straight into the pillar of the gazebo.

Wang Gingquan, who was originally in a state of concentration, was frightened sober all of a sudden, and quickly got up and looked around. At this time, it was pitch black, and there was no one there.

Just when he was wondering, Yan Rongrong discovered the clue, "Look, there is something under the flying knife."

Wang Gangquan turned around and walked forward, took off the note pinned by the flying knife, and slowly unfolded it.

After reading it, Wang Gingquan handed the note to Yan Rongrong who was beside him, saying:

"My lady, I'm afraid we have to leave early."

Yan Rongrong looked at the note upon hearing the words, and there was only a short sentence on it:

The emperor is critically ill, return quickly!

……

In the past few years, under the leadership of the Great Khan Agudam, Beitu has been singing and dancing, and it is well-known both internally and externally.

What's even more rare is that the new Great Khan abandoned the phenomenon of emphasizing martial arts that had lasted for hundreds of years, and promulgated many decrees that benefited the literati. Some right to speak.

The tiger father has no dogs. The only son of Agudam, the little prince Battelle, has inherited his father's talents. Not only has he shown extraordinary skills at a young age, he is even more outstanding in martial arts.

Battelle recruited many scribes in private, provided them with delicious food and drinks, and discussed with them the law of governing the country from time to time, the most famous of them was Yao Jian who was known as Tsing Yi.

Although this man has the same name as the pre-Qin general, he can't carry it on his shoulders. He is a genuine scholar.

Yao Jian's father was a young general in Beitu. His family had practiced martial arts for generations. The reason why he was named this was because he hoped that he could become a general who would lead the three armies.

Unexpectedly, he was weak since he was a child, and he could break several bones when he fell. Yao's father had no choice but to send him to study. Unexpectedly, he accidentally planted willows and willows into shades. After this study, he unexpectedly learned a blue-clothed feather .

……

The group of advisers in Beitu seems to be under the command of the little prince, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is the work of the Great Khan.

The martyrs of the Northern Turkistan fought south and north for many years, relying on the military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to lay down the iron bucket.

As a great Khan, Agudam had experienced many battles, so he had no choice but to directly attack these seniors with outstanding achievements.

As a prince, Battelle doesn't need to care so much. He was not born in a war-torn era, and he has no relationship with these people. Besides, the disadvantages of the military attache's power have gradually become apparent. Battelle really might not be able to restrain them, suppressing martial arts is an imminent and helpless move.

Some old guys with a keen sense of smell in the court have already started to deal with the funeral.

Those who are willing to decentralize power will naturally let their children and grandchildren abandon martial arts and study literature, so that they can keep their family evergreen under the rule of the new king in the future.

Those who are not willing to give up the power in their hands will make connections in private, garrison troops and food, and if one day they are really in a state of immortality, at worst they will pull soldiers out to do it alone.

Anyway, the earliest North Turkistan, isn't it just a hundred schools of thought contending for supremacy?
There is a saying that feng shui turns in turn, and in another hundred years, it is really hard to say who will do the sweating.

Yao Qingyi, the brain of the royal family, couldn't think of things that a group of vulgar warriors could think of.

He seems to have done a lot of useless work these years, and only installed some innocuous civil servants in the local area, but the things he actually controlled were far more than what those military officials saw.

No matter how brave the soldiers in your hands are, they still need to eat and shit, the horses need to eat grass, and the soldiers need to make noise.

It's the little things that matter the most.

Today's Yao Qingyi has already controlled most of the North Turkistan army's eating and drinking, and his ability to obtain intelligence is enough to describe it with his hands and eyes.

The Wan'an Palace, the imperial palace of Beitu, is heavily guarded, with one post at five steps and one post at ten steps. Outsiders may think that this is because the Great Khan of Beitu is afraid of death, but only a few people know the real inside story.

In such a densely guarded palace, a man in Tsing Yi strolled in the courtyard, as if walking in the back garden of his own house. The guards seemed to be blind and didn't even look at him.

The man has a handsome appearance, which is extremely rare in Beitu, and with his thin body, even a woman would feel inferior if she saw it.

The man in Tsing Yi came to a remote corner of the palace slowly, knocked on the door of the only house here, and only pushed the door open and entered after the word "Please come in" came from inside.

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"Busy now?"

While talking, the man nicknamed Yao Qingyi casually picked up a chess record on the bookshelf, flipping through it casually.

The woman behind the case frowned when she saw this, she was very displeased with the man's habit.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm used to it. Whenever I see a book, I will unconsciously pick it up and look at it. The last time I went to Battelle's, I saw a book on his desk, so I picked it up and looked at it. It turned out that this kid You’re actually looking at erotic pictures.”

The man babbled on and on, without even noticing the change in the face of the woman opposite him.

"Oh, I said something I shouldn't have said again."

The man consciously made a slip of the tongue, quickly put the chess record aside, sat cross-legged opposite the woman, and continued:

"Pu Wen sent a message back, moon cake... That girl Qiqige's condition has stabilized, so you don't have to worry too much."

After the man finished speaking, he looked up at the woman who was as famous as himself, the number one female national player of North Turkistan nicknamed "Mr. Yishi".

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(End of this chapter)