Tibetan beads

Chapter 286
The dust-cleaning banquet is over, and the night is already very late.

Slightly drunk, Yan Cheng stepped into the yard that had just been tidied up.

"My son." A scribe greeted him from inside.

Because he didn't say hello before he came, and there was no time to settle in hastily, the staff brought by Yan Cheng lived here together.

Yan Cheng went into the room to change clothes, then waved his hand to let the servant back, and asked with a smile: "How is it, how is Xiao Er doing?"

The scribe nodded: "Second Young Master cooks well, the secret lines of the capital are well organized, and manpower is deployed in every important place, and the information is both secretive and unobstructed."

Yan Cheng couldn't help smiling approvingly: "I also said that it was his first time presiding over the overall situation, and he was in a hurry. He didn't want to do it so properly so that he would be able to take on a big job in the future."

There was no smile on the scribe's face, but a serious expression.

"What? Just say what you have to say."

The scribe thought about it and said: "My son, I shouldn't have said these things, but I am working for my son, and I am really worried. The second son grew up in the military camp, and the generals were very close to him. Balth has made great achievements, and the reputation of being a good fighter has been spread. Now he can still earn a place in the chaotic capital——My lord, as your ability grows, your ambition will inevitably increase. Will the second son be willing to submit to you? ?just in case……"

"Shut up!" Yan Cheng put down his teacup and glared at him, "Are you trying to provoke our brothers?"

"I don't dare!" The scribe bowed his head and saluted, but he was not panicked, "Second Young Master respects and loves you very much now, so he won't fight with you, it's just that human nature is like this, the prince should take some precautions."

Yan Cheng said coldly: "Xiaoer won't. He is sincere and indifferent to fame and fortune, so he can't do such a thing. Don't speculate on him with a dark mind, it's an insult to him."

Seeing his firm expression, the scribe sighed in his heart, then lowered his head again: "This subordinate knows his mistake."

Yan Cheng's face turned pale, and he said, "Think about Mian Sheng first!"

"Yes."

……

At the same time that Yan Cheng entered Beijing, the news was reported to the emperor.

He was surprised: "What? The son of Lord Zhao is here?"

"Yes." Liao Ying, the newly promoted commander of Long Xiangwei, replied, "I entered Beijing at noon, and the memorial has already been handed over, saying that I came here to plead my father's guilt."

The emperor's face darkened when he heard him mentioning this matter.

"He still knows he's guilty!"

Liao Ying didn't answer, he was only responsible for the emperor's safety, and he was not qualified to interfere in government affairs.

The emperor stood up and circled around twice, wondering again: "How could Yan Shu feel relieved to let the eldest son come? Isn't this sending a hostage? Could it be to show his loyalty?"

He thought for a while, and felt that if Duke Zhao really did this, then his anger towards the Yan family would be reduced a lot.

The emperor smiled with satisfaction, but he didn't know if Duke Zhao was really so witty, I hope!

The next day, the emperor summoned Yan Cheng in anticipation.

As the sun rose, the Yan brothers stood in front of the hall and waited. The courtiers passing by saw it and couldn't help admiring in their hearts.

The children of the Yan family were really dragons and phoenixes among men. They stood side by side, tall and straight, with handsome faces, one calm and the other bright, with different temperaments but both were equally outstanding.

Not long after, the servant came out and called: "Please see the Duke of Zhao and the Marquis of Wu'an!"

Yan Cheng took the lead, followed by Yan Ling. The two entered the main hall, knelt and kowtowed in front of many courtiers.

"See Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live."

The meticulous attitude of the two made the emperor very satisfied.Since the Green Forest Rebellion, the governors and governors from all over the country have not been very obedient, let alone come to Beijing to meet.A powerful minister like Duke Zhao sent his son to bow down and proclaim his minister, which greatly satisfied his vanity and felt that he was still the emperor who ordered the world.

He smiled slightly and said, "Pingshen."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The emperor was in a good mood, and his attitude was amiable: "The prince of the Duke of Zhao has come to Beijing from a long distance, what is the matter?"

Yan Cheng said: "I came here to plead guilty. Your majesty warned me earlier that my father was terrified, but his injuries have not recovered and he is still lying in bed, so I ordered you to come to plead guilty to your majesty."

As he spoke, he lifted up his clothes and knelt down again: "Your Majesty, I am here to express my feelings for my father. The battle of Xirong was full of twists and turns. My father fought in July, and it was only relieved. Unexpectedly, during the decisive battle, he was hit by a stray arrow. Even if you fall down. Your Majesty, the minister never deceived the emperor!"

"Is that so?" the emperor Su Rong asked, "But Yu Qing said that the injury is not serious, and the bleeding is not much."

"Your Majesty," Yan Cheng raised his head, his eyes full of sincerity, "General Yu's words are true, but he only knows one thing and not the other. It is true that my father was only hit by one arrow, but this arrow hit right In the chest, so that the old injury recurred, and I was in a coma for several days before waking up!"

The emperor frowned: "Old injuries?"

"Yes. When my father attacked Jincheng in the early years, he was hit by a sword in the chest. He almost hit the vital point. He finally came back with his life. This time the arrow was shot, which caused his inner injury to recur, and he lost both energy and blood. Until now I still can't draw the bow, I can't mount the horse. Your Majesty, after all, my father is old, and his body is lingering with old injuries. He is no longer as strong as he was when he was young. Now when it rains, his whole body will still be in unbearable pain. Your Majesty Every sentence is true, please Your Majesty to check it out!" After saying that, Yan Cheng bowed down deeply.

Yan Ling also bowed down: "Your Majesty, last year my father was ordered to pacify Xirong. Hearing that Baersi had rebelled, he urgently ordered me to go to the rescue no matter the cost. Knowing that His Majesty intends to teach me personally, my father was very happy and wrote a letter I urge you to treat Your Majesty as an elder, be respectful and be close to him. If I can learn something from Your Majesty, then the ancestral grave will be smoked..."

What ancestral graves are emitting green smoke, where did the common sayings and slang words come from, and they can also be spoken in court?The emperor couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help laughing and cursing: "What are you talking about? When I take care of his children?"

When Yan Ling heard this, he immediately scrambled shamelessly: "Hasn't Your Majesty already taken care of you for more than half a year? I thought that Your Majesty always treated me like his own child. Could it be that you are being sentimental?"

The emperor lost his temper completely, and scolded: "This is the court, what nonsense are you talking about? Be serious!"

Yan Ling immediately obediently said: "Yes, I have no words, I am rude, I should hit you."

The emperor looked at Yan Cheng again, and said softly, "I remember that Duke Zhao is a few years younger than me. How could he be so bad at the age of forty? He's not as good as me!"

Yan Cheng didn't expect Yan Ling's gags to be useful to the emperor, he couldn't help thinking, this kid really has some inexplicable skills, no matter who he is, he can please anyone.

"Your Majesty taught me the lesson. Now that my father has listened to the doctor's words, he can rest in bed to recover from his injuries, so that he can continue to fight for His Majesty in the future."

The emperor nodded slightly: "Duke Zhaoguo is a minister of the thigh, and I will need him to share my worries in the future!"

After confirming the emperor's attitude, Yan Cheng continued to speak with confidence: "Your Majesty, my father ordered me to go to Beijing. Apart from pleading guilty, I also want to share your majesty's worries."

He took out the memorial from his bosom and presented it with both hands: "My father learned that King Duan was in chaos and his internal servants were corrupt. He thought that His Majesty would definitely not be able to rectify the court program, so he ordered the minister to send all the proceeds from the Battle of Xirong, hoping to relieve His Majesty. Urgent."

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