Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 249

At that time, the king of Beitang repeatedly praised him, stroking the general's back, and said that my nephew really has the style of being a father!The Beitang family is really lucky to have such a beautiful son!As long as you can defeat the Xiliang army, the Gu throne is yours!

It is said that after the general returned home drunk that night, the Zhongchuan Palace held a second small banquet. As for what the celebration theme of this banquet is, it is unknown.

Immediately, the army of Xiliang suppressed the situation and asked Beitang Xiao to go to the camp of Xiliang to explain the "Qianhu" incident to the commander in person, and offered twelve cities as a token of apology. Where did the twelve seats come from?Beitang Xiao was forced to run around in circles, and once again swore in the court: If General Fan can retreat, he will keep our kingdom safe and sound. .

He went out of the city to "send his death", and the palace had already begun to discuss whether it is possible to bargain if the city must be cut, and how much jewelry, gold and silver should be offered as a minimum to avoid disaster. At dawn, I heard the commotion outside, thinking that the army of Xiliang had finally entered the king's city, I was so frightened that I looked for places to hide, but the soldiers pulled out under the stool, under the table, and under the bed, and then Beitang Fan was killed by everyone. He came in beamingly, saying that Xiliang had retreated.

Beitang Xiao couldn't believe it, so he went up to the city tower to see for himself, only to find that the Xiliang army really retreated ten miles away, and withdrew the encirclement of Hengjing.

It is said that the wise Prince De, disregarding his personal safety, broke into the enemy's camp alone at night, "influenced" the enemy's general, and voluntarily retreated after some eloquent speeches.

Of course, few people believed these words except the common people who didn't understand anything, but no matter what, the retreat of the soldiers was a fact that everyone saw.

When the immediate crisis was resolved, Beitang Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, and praised Beitang Fan a lot. Gold and silver rewards continued to flow, but the earlier succession to the throne was not mentioned at all.

He didn't mention it, but someone remembered that on the second day, Beitang Fan put on a royal robe and went straight to the Golden Luan Hall, "accepting uncle's throne."

Beitang Xiao got up at that time, ran out of the hall barefoot, and saw that the ministers who followed Beitang Fan to take over the throne accounted for nine out of ten of the court's most important ministers, his hands and feet were cold in shock, and he realized that the situation was over.

On the same day, Beitang Fan took over the Zhongchuan throne in the Linguang Hall of Zhongchuan, made Beitang Xiao the Supreme King, moved the palace to the Jiade Hall, and then amnesty the whole country, reduced and exempted taxes, withdrew the new army temporarily recruited because of the Xiliang army's oppression, and repaired the watch I wrote to the emperor of Xiliang, wishing to be a country that governs his subordinates forever, and will be loyal and unreplaced.

The reply from the Xiliang court came very quickly, formally recognizing Beitang Fanzhongchuan as the throne, and praising him as "deeply adhering to Zhongchuan's ancestor Wang Ming's fierceness, dragon and phoenix, worthy of being the leader of the people."

This decree was spread throughout the Zhongchuan court, and everyone was awe-inspiring. The Xiliang tiger looked at the world, was ambitious, and had the ambition to unify the world. Everyone felt that Zhongchuan, a small country, would be included in Xiliang's pocket sooner or later. The orphan Beitang Ming who came out, and Beitang Fan who had no roots and roots in Zhongchuan were so blue-eyed.

Only a few important ministers knew what to expect. Standing under the jade steps, squinting at the calm young king on the throne, they remembered a mysterious document they received at home a few months ago. The tone of his voice clearly explained all their interests, private wealth, and secrets since they entered politics, and reminded them very politely who the Lord of Zhongchuan should be. , someone will wipe it for you, of course, the letter is signed at the end, Xiliang, Zhao.

Zhao, which Zhao?The important ministers weighed the letter, saw that all the stools in their homes could be filled with knives overnight, and then looked at the Xiliang barracks outside Hengjing, which had been standing still as if waiting for something, and suddenly realized.

It turns out that the orphan who wandered in another country has found a strong backer...

With Beitang Fan firmly seated on the throne, all the officials bowed their heads, and the Xiliang army really began to retreat slowly, as if they came here to protect Beitang Fan to ascend the throne calmly.

Two months later, Qin Changge received a letter written by Bei Tangfan from Shan Shao who had returned to Beijing.

After reading the letter word by word, Qin Changge smiled faintly, handed it to Chu Feihuan, and said sadly, "After some planning, the dust finally settled, Qi Fan, oh Qi Fan, did you ever feel unbearably cold at such a high place? "

"Brother Rong is gone, and Brother Qi's life will always be empty." Chu Feihuan lightly rubbed the letter paper, "Even though he is in a high position and rich in a country, the colorful clouds will eventually disperse, and bosom friends are hard to come by."

Qin Changge sighed slightly, "Yes, I feel that I have wronged him after all..."

"It's me who owed him, but you are going to help me pay it back," Chu Feihuan raised his eyebrows, "Originally taking Zhongchuan and giving it to him would be the easiest thing to do, but you don't want him to be scolded by the people of the country and burdened with burdens." I know your hard work, and Qi Fan naturally knows it too."

"Feihuan," Qin Changge raised his eyes and spoke softly, "I haven't counted how much you have paid for me, so don't count it so clearly, okay? Between us, there is no need to care about that much."

Chu Feihuan was slightly moved, stared at her for a while, and suddenly said: "Changge..."

"Ok?"

"If you……"

"Report to the Grand Master!"

The voice of the guards of the Grand Master's Mansion suddenly sounded in the silent night, interrupting Chu Feihuan's question that was about to be spoken.

The two turned their eyes in unison.

Facing Qin Changge's hesitant gaze, the guard was a little panicked and kowtowed before saying anything. The palace eunuch who stumbled over behind him had already knelt up and kowtowed in panic, "Mrs... Teacher..."

"Speak slowly, what's the hurry?" Qin Changge looked at his expression, suddenly panicked in his heart, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your Majesty was assassinated!"

The last quarter moon is like a hook, hooking on the top of the imperial city with carved dragon eaves. Under the moon, the imperial palace stands quietly and solemnly, casting a huge black shadow heavily over the entire quiet Yingdu.

The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of horses' hooves, and the dark red palace gates that had always been closed in the middle of the night opened one after another.

The flying horse came, of course, was Qin Changge.

Before she even had time to change her clothes, she got on the horse in her homely shoes. During the extremely fast gallop, the long robe that she had not had time to tie a belt was blown by the cold night wind in early September and swayed like a flying flag. .

It took only a quarter of an hour for her to rush into Longzhang Palace.

The lights in Longzhang Palace were sparse, and Lao Yu Haizha started to circle the entrance of the hall with his hands. Qin Changge didn't have time to greet him, and walked straight forward like the wind.

The sound of the bead curtain shattering did not stop, and she had already been swept into the apse.

"Ajue, are you okay—"

The sound stopped abruptly, and Qin Changge stood at the entrance of the apse, staring at the handsome man who was reclining on the dragon couch and reading the memorial, and raised his head with a smile on his face and shining eyes.

"cut!"

Qin Changge viciously gave the dead emperor his thumbs down, then turned around and walked away.

The body was suddenly pulled.

Qin Changge didn't turn his head back, "Xiao Jue, are you bored?"

There was a sigh behind him, and then, a warm embrace suddenly fell heavily on her.

The man behind hugged Qin Changge tightly in an embracing posture, and even clasped her waist tightly with both hands. Both of them were dressed in thin clothes, and they could feel each other through the already soft and slippery fabric. The warm skin under the opponent's clothes, Xiao Jue's scorching breath brushed against Qin Changge's ear, causing a whirling wind to suddenly blow in her heart.

In a trance, he remembered that year on the snowy ground of the broken bridge in Fengyi Palace, the man behind him hugged her so tightly after he was drunk, and asked in a loud voice, "Why haven't you come back?"

How long did he wait?Five years, more than 600 days and nights full of expectations, twenty spring, summer, autumn and winter reincarnations, those days were cut with the knife of memory, broken into thousands of pieces, each piece is still a whole, Can entrust a heart of deep love that is always full and fresh.

Qin Changge closed his eyes, his heart was entangled, full of tangled thoughts that were hard to sort out.

Xiao Jue hugged her, as if he was greedy for such an intimate distance and a solid feeling, his neck moved forward, and Qin Changge suddenly smelled a faint smell of medicine.

Surprised in his heart, he immediately looked back, Qin Changge said: "You—"

Looking back, he was meeting Xiao Jue's face.

Lips grazed his warm cheeks.

Like lightning flashing across the black silk sky, trembling.

The man's pleasant smell of pine wood comes in immediately. It is obviously a refreshing and clear breath, but for some reason, it produces a smoky charm like a fine wine, like the five-flower incense in the Boshan incense burner in the heavy curtain of the inner hall, Thread by thread wound up.

Xiao Jue's skin was slightly hotter than usual, but his movements were gentler than usual, yet in his gentleness there was a determination that could not be refused. With a little force, he had already pulled Qin Changge down on the couch behind him.

The brocade mattress is soft, and once it is poured in, it is like falling into a colorful dream. In the dream, the man leans forward, calling out the long-awaited name.

"Long Song..."

In the previous life, there was a knot between the soldiers and horses, but in this life, it is hard to see the flowers before the moon. The deep love is a torch that burns against the wind, and it bites back against him who is running against the wind day by day. He is painful and hot, and he only looks forward to his skin being as cold as snow.

He turned over and approached the dream.

Love is like a dream. In the dream, the eyes of the woman gradually changed from the previous haze to sobriety. The black mist in those deep and clear eyes gradually dissipated. .

Qin Changge's hand slowly stretched out and pressed against his chest, preventing further exploration.

Xiao Jue froze, and smiled wryly.

After a long while, he said, "Changge... hug me to sleep, I'm a little tired..."

Qin Changge's hand paused, and his fingertips moved slowly, touching a certain place on Xiao Jue's chest, where the bandage was slightly thick, Qin Changge frowned and said, "Are you really hurt? Who is it?" Xiao Jue But Jue didn't answer, just slept on one side beside her, holding her tightly.

(End of this chapter)