The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 177 Don't Lose Your Love (End)
The emperor hanged himself in the Fuluan Tower. Chen Zhaoyuan and the privy envoy Tian Lingzi felt that they could not escape the crime. The news spread in the palace that they hanged themselves in the building, but the civil and military officials naturally did not believe it, but the eunuchs and guards in the palace did not realize that there was an assassin. , the caliber is unified, and there is no clue at all. Now that the emperor is dead, someone in the court must take charge of the overall situation and take care of the late emperor's affairs.

As an old minister, Zheng Tian proposed that Li Zhen, the eldest son of Emperor Li Xuan, be the prince to supervise the country.

Some people agreed, but naturally some people opposed it. The court almost got into a fight over this matter, and the old man fell down in the court in anger. In the end, the eunuch Yang Fugong came out in time and proposed that the longevity king Li Ye should supervise the country.

The King of Shou has a virtuous name, and many Chinese and military officials in the court know it. At this time, Li Keyong, Zhu Wen and other envoys in the court also have some respect for this King of Shou. He is only seventeen years old. , is a good candidate for the emperor.

When Huang Chao invaded Chang'an and Li Xuan was on a tour of Shu in the south, King Shou was with him all the time. He never said anything about hard work, nor asked for rewards.

Now that it was brought up, there was little objection from Chao Wen Wu, so they sent people to Shou Wang Mansion to invite Li Ye, right in front of the coffin, in front of all civil and military officials, Jin Huang Taidi, who supervised state affairs, presided over the sacrificial offerings of the late emperor, and investigated cause of death.

However, the latter was found hard to find any clues by the eunuchs in the palace. After running around for several days, the people from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple all returned without success, so they had to put the matter on hold for now.

After all, a country cannot live without a king.

The date of the grand ceremony has been set, Zhu Wen left Chang'an with his tired body, and the defense of Mingde Gate was also handed over to the Shence Army. After leading the troops back to the camp, he heard that Li Keyong had a The soldiers and horses escorted a few carriages to the north, and they called the military adviser Xie Tong, and speculated that it might be Geng Qing who left.

Immediately ordered someone to go to Yong'an Square in the city to have a look, and when they came back later in the evening, it confirmed the scholar's speculation that Yong'an Square is now empty, the owner has been replaced by a woman, and the house was sold this morning moved away.

The oil lamp standing on the desk was shaking, reflecting the man's face, not far from him, and Xie Tong was sitting on the side seat, writing and drawing on the paper with a pen, as if he was interweaving something.

Zhu Wen glanced at him: "What is the military division writing about?"

"I learned it from Ji Chang. He hides a lot of good things in his heart, and it is really convenient to do things." Xie Tong outlined the relationship between the characters on the paper, and sorted out the recent events one by one. While reading the pen and ink intertwined on it, he was talking about something else.

"Ji Chang came from a small village in the mountains, and he doesn't have much respect in his heart. The matter of the first emperor is probably related to him, and he has thought of everything. If he didn't know the way of strategy, I would think he is really Crouching Dragon is reborn, with the ability to predict the future."

After finishing writing, the scholar put down his pen and ink, blew on the ink stains on it, and respectfully put the paper in front of Zhu Wen. When I suddenly received Huang Chao's head from Geng Qing, one thing was outlined and described in words by the scholar, which became clearly visible.

Zhu Wen unfolded the paper, and the pages were shaking in his hands. After reading the whole thing, his face changed. He always felt that he was bold and reckless. He never thought that a person who took a lot of effort to kill a chicken was more cruel and courageous than him. , The dignified emperor killed as soon as he said, without any hesitation at all.

"Come on, order the soldiers."

At a certain moment, he felt that letting such a person go away, if he could not use it for himself, he had to kill him, holding the piece of paper and walking outside the tent, when he saw Wang Yanzhang and other generals coming over, he suddenly raised his hand and let them Disperse.

The generals were baffled, but they didn't complain, and dispersed in twos and threes with fists in their hands.

Standing in the sun, Zhu Wen unknowingly loosened the hand that clenched the handle of the knife around his waist. Looking at the bustling Chang'an, his eyes gradually narrowed. An emperor who kills even the weak.
Hehehe. He stood there laughing suddenly, looked at the piece of paper in his hand, threw it on the ground casually, stepped on it, turned around and walked back to the big tent.

"An emperor who kills even weak people, then this Tang Dynasty is really nothing!" '

In my heart, I used to feel that the majestic Tang Dynasty suddenly felt that it was nothing special.
The sun poured down, brushed over the noisy military camp, crossed the Wei River, and the convoy heading north, under the guard of more than a thousand cavalry, crossed the middle of the river and the east of the river, and it was already mid-March when they arrived in Weizhou.

The rays of the sun spread for thousands of miles, burning the sky of the mountains to the west, and the slow-moving convoy entered the boundary of Feihu County and stopped for a short rest.

More than 20 women who used to be concubines, Yingying and Yanyan, got off the carriage and moved around the mountain road. Qiao Niang walked in the middle and beckoned them to be careful not to fall off the cliff.

In the front carriage, Geng Qing and Li Cunxiao carried old man Geng in a wheelchair.

The old man was pushed to the edge of the cliff, as if he recognized the surrounding mountains, his demented expression showed some expression, he opened and closed his mouth slightly, as if saying something, and seemed to be smiling, that was an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Father." Geng Qing sat down next to the wheelchair, and accompanied the old man to look at the mountain in front of him, "Do you remember that mountain? When you came back from Feihu County, it was the one that your son walked past. Got home."

The old man Geng seemed to understand, and nodded weakly. Standing behind, Wang Jinqiu looked at her husband, covered her mouth with red eyes, and cried silently.

Soon, the Gengjia Village was noisy, Wang Lizheng was still there, but he was older than before, his legs were still so flexible, he ran into the village quickly, shouting from house to house.

"Geng's village is smoking! There is a spirit in the ancestors, and Geng Qing has returned as a high official—"

Hearing the movement, the villagers, and the men returning home with their hoe on their shoulders, heard what Lizheng said, and stood there with their mouths wide open.

The sun was fading, and a crowd of people gathered at the entrance of the village, looking at the soldiers on horseback who were coming to clear the way, and hid on both sides in fear. Drop pointing to the ground.

In front of everyone's uneasy eyes, Geng Qing didn't ride a horse, but pushed the old man Geng in a wheelchair and walked over. The villagers who saw this scene didn't dare to make a sound, and just watched in a daze.

The wheelchair came and stopped at the entrance of the village. Geng Qing pressed the handrail, leaned down, and whispered in the old man's ear: "Father, look, we are home."

"Are you home?" In the red glow, the dazed old man opened his eyes slightly and woke up. He raised his face with difficulty, and saw familiar and unfamiliar faces at the entrance of the still dilapidated village with his cloudy eyes. He was a little excited. Some tried to get out of the wheelchair, but those who failed sat back.

However, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hi, daddy remembers. When you were naughty when you were young, daddy chased and beat you with a rattan cane at the entrance of the village. Time passed so fast that daddy almost forgot."

The old man kept trembling, as if he was trying his best to support himself, he closed his eyes, as if he was trapped in memories, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Father is useless and illiterate. He can only plan food in the soil, and his ancestors have come here for generations. Daddy doesn't complain. Although Daddy tried hard and failed, he still supports you and your mother. Do you think Daddy is useless? "

Geng Qing shook his head, squatted down with a moved face, and held the old man's hand.

"No. Dad gave his son life to support his family, he is the best man."

The old man laughed, feeling the warmth from his hand, he looked at his son in front of him, became gentle, but his dry hand held Geng Qing tightly, his smile became brighter, and he looked at the sunset with difficulty, looking magnificent Fields, beautiful mountains.

"This land gave birth to me. I am very happy to be back again." The old man Geng wanted to stand up again excitedly. shoulder, and smiled: "Zhu Zi. You will be promising in the future. Don't be like Dad. But. Don't underestimate people like Dad. Do you understand?"

The old man's voice fell to the last, and he paused here leaning against Geng Qing. The setting sun seemed to have stopped at this moment, covering the father and son like a rosy robe.

Geng Qing lowered his lips to the old man's forehead, lowered his face, tears slid from the corners of his eyes and pooled on his chin, his Adam's apple rolled sorely, and he responded with a low voice.

"My son knows."

As the sun set, darkness came in like a tidal wave, engulfing everything around it, making it impossible to see again.

In Chang'an, which is thousands of miles away from here, the palace is filled with spring morning light, and when Gao Xuan's voice resounds through the hall, all the officials file in one by one.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Li Ye looked at the figures of Chaohe below in confusion, and looked at the morning light outside the hall. The ideal in his heart gradually became clear, and it was time to flex his muscles.

In a bustling city, a woman picking goods walks through rolls of silk, points to some silk and says something, and asks her followers to write down her words.

Resolutely returned to the shop, began to calculate the accounts, suddenly covered his mouth, rushed to the back hall to vomit, and subconsciously touched his lower abdomen.

The wind blows thousands of miles.

The galloping horse rushed across the forest, rolling up fallen leaves. The woman on the horse jumped up and cut off the sneak attacking enemy. Her black hair brushed her face. Her eyes were firm, and she looked at the group of soldiers and horses on the opposite side. not afraid.

Not long after, she met Huang Hao, the leader of the wandering army. She wanted to do great things, just like that person, and she must not lose to him.

Bianzhou.

In the huge barracks, cavalry teams came in and out, and the soldiers on the school field were practicing. On the high wooden platform, Zhu Wen was dressed in armor, holding the handle of his knife, feeling the smoke of energy.

At a certain moment, he looked in the direction of Chang'an and clenched his fists.

As time went by, the green hills became darker green. In the quiet village, behind the elegant fenced courtyard, there was a tomb filled with various offerings.

The courtyard, which had been idle for a long time, was also rebuilt, and the three-story attic was uprooted, and people were alive again. Yingyingyanyan women walked up and down, looking for their own rooms, or sitting under the old tree, playing the strings and watching. Singing to the green hills in the distance, the birds chirped and fell on the treetops to play with the strings.

Wang Jinqiu's hair has become gray in a bun, but his temperament is still gentle. He sprinkles broken green leaves, feeds the hens, and occasionally picks up a broom and chases the red fox all over the yard. A group of women are startled to help catch them and overturn the Changqin , Drying the grain, the yard is full of chickens and dogs.

Geng Qing, who was avoiding leisure, sneaked to the back of the house in filial piety, holding a scroll, and sat down beside his father's tomb. With a rustling sound, the red fox poked its head out of a fence and saw the figure here. Sahuan came running, arching at his feet.

"You hide away too."

Geng Qing took the book and tapped it on the head lightly, and said with a smile, the mountain wind blew, and the leaves were blown up in the air, and the woods behind them were buzzing.

The scorching summer is coming, and it will gradually pass away. The mountains are yellow and covered with snow, turning over the old years and ushering in the new year.

Day after day, year after year.

　Finally, it's time to start the explosive update. The details and dark lines at the end of this volume are basically buried.

　　new book tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)