Shengshichun

Chapter 358 Brothers (asking for monthly votes)

Due to the distance, the person guarding at the foot of the mountain could not see their specific faces.

Naturally, all the words could not be heard.

Fu Zhen looked around and took Pei Zhan's hand: "Let's change places and go up the mountain to have a look."

After saying that, the two of them took advantage of the shadows under the wall to sneak in another direction and go up the mountain from the side.

It is said to be a "mountain", but in fact it is just a small slope. It is said that when the lake was dug, the excavated soil was piled next to it and became a mountain.

The monks felt that it could not be wasted, so they planted trees and built houses on it, and it became part of the temple.

The people at the bottom of the mountain obviously did not surround the entire mountain, but only a few guarded the intersections at both ends.

Fu Zhen and Pei Zhan walked in from the grass on the side and tiptoed towards the place where the lantern light was.

Fortunately, with the sound of the leaves blowing in the evening wind as cover, the sound of their actions could be ignored.

Pei Zhan led Fu Zhen in a few steps from one tree to another. Seeing that the voices in front of them had reached their ears, they immediately paused and hid in the treetops.

The light of the lantern just illuminated the shadow of the person under the tree. The tall and mighty Lanzi was undoubtedly Yang Yi. When they saw the other person standing in front of him, both Fu Zhen and Pei Zhan gasped in unison. Take a breath!

"It's King Yan!..."

……

In the forest, lanterns had been hung on the treetops, and He Zhao and the people holding the lanterns had been pushed back not far away.

Yang Yi looked at the person in front of him: "I haven't seen you for two years, and you have grown taller again."

"I am eighteen years old. I come to Longquan Temple every year on this day, but my brother never comes to see me." King Yan's voice was gentle and slow.

Yang Yi curled his lips, took two steps forward, and raised his hand to touch his shoulders: "Still so thin. Is the disease getting better? I have been looking for medicine every year, so there should be some improvement."

King Yan shook his head: "How can I be cured of my illness? There are so many highly skilled doctors in the palace, but they have not been able to cure me after so many years of treatment. They are just stalling for time."

Yang Yi was silent for a while, obviously he really didn't know how to respond to such a topic.

"Brother," King Yan raised his head at this time, his voice a little more brisk, "You know what happened a while ago, right? Prince Rong and his son who originally intended to kill you have been arrested."

Yang Yi nodded: "I know." As he said that, he turned and glanced at the mound where he had just worshipped: "The father and son who died because of me, if someone knew about it, they would be able to get some comfort."

"Brother has deep love and righteousness, they will feel at ease." King Yan also walked to the mound and comforted him with a low voice.

Yang Yi said: "What kind of affection do I have? They were a good father and son, but they died because of me for no reason. I will never feel at ease in this life."

"After the truth of the case came to light, I thought about whether to move the two of them out for a safe burial, but then I couldn't think of any other place that would be more suitable than this Buddhist pure land.

"I hope the Buddhist voices in this temple can wish them a new life as soon as possible."

When King Yan heard this, he raised his head and looked at him: "Brother, what are your plans for the future?"

Yang Yi looked forward: "Now we are still at home all over the world. Later, maybe we can go back to our ancestral home. We will buy a few acres of thin farmland and spend the rest of our lives like this."

"Then my brother came to Beijing specifically to pay homage to them?"

"No." Yang Yi shook his head, "There are some other things. I'll leave as soon as I finish."

"Then where do you live?"

King Yan's eyes were stained with the light of the lantern, clear and dazzling.

Yang Yi pondered for a moment and avoided the topic: "Did you wait for me here on purpose?"

"I'm here to wait for you." King Yan walked back around the mound and stopped in front of him: "We are three brothers, the second brother is no longer here, and I only have you as my brother.

"After the second brother's ambition was exposed, it dealt a huge blow to my father and mother. Now everyone is very uneasy, fearing that my father will not be able to survive this test. Are you really not planning to enter the palace to meet them?"

"It's not necessary." Yang Yi turned his back, "Since they decided to abandon me, the family relationship between me and them has ended.

"Even if he can't survive it, you will still be in the palace."

"Me?" King Yan smiled bitterly, "How much better is my sick and broken body than my father? Even if I can take charge of this country, I may not be able to pass it on.

"Brother, the throne of our Yang family is actually most suitable for you to sit on. The great Zhou Dynasty has some contributions in your past."

"Then what mentality do you think I should have to take over the throne?" Yang Yi turned to face him, "Am I always the one who must take over when needed?"

King Yan lowered his shoulders under his gaze, and said quietly: "I know. There may be some reasons for my father to do that. I never thought that even if he was pregnant in ten months, he would give birth to a child himself." Even if you kill your mother..."

King Yan's voice reached Fu Zhen's ears clearly in the evening breeze. She sat on the tree like a wooden stake, and all her heartstrings were tugged!
"What does he mean?"

The fact that King Yan would appear here was the first thing that shocked her and Pei Zhan. In their impression, King Yan rarely left the palace. Due to his frail and sick body, his presence in the palace and court was extremely low.

The only time it caught their attention was when they unexpectedly learned from the imperial guards that the people who might be sent to various places to investigate the whereabouts of the eldest son of the emperor were his guards.

Later, it was confirmed that the guards in his palace were actually sent by the queen. When Pei looked at them, he naturally looked away from King Yan.

But he, who had never shown up before, unexpectedly appeared in Longquan Temple at this moment, and met Yang Yi!

The two brothers actually knew each other!

This is really unexpected!
Yang Yi left before the founding of the country and while the emperor was still leading his army on the northern expedition. And King Yan was born several years after the founding of the country. Logically speaking, they would not have met!
It is impossible for King Yan to know that he has an elder brother!
Of course, the queen might tell him this when using his guards, but how did they know each other?
This is definitely a significant discovery.

But neither of them expected that after this important discovery, another doubt would arise!
Judging from the tone of their brothers' words, it is almost certain that the emperor must have done something unfavorable to Yang Yi during the battle in Huzhou, but the queen was also involved in this matter?
According to King Yan, the emperor did what he said, did the queen agree?

Fu Zhen felt chilled all over in the autumn wind.

What Mrs. Feng said and what she saw with her own eyes about the Queen's longing for Yang Yi all rolled in her mind.

No matter what she heard or saw, there was nothing that pointed to the Queen being involved in this matter and agreeing with the Emperor's actions. Why would they say that?
"It seems that King Yan knows a lot."

Pei Zhan's breath came to his ears. After seeing them, they came up with something.

A frail and sickly prince who never participated in anything actually knew about Yang Yi's existence earlier than any of them. This was enough to scare everyone.

Regardless of whether the queen was involved in abandoning her own flesh and blood, and regardless of her state of mind as she searched for Yang Yi for so many years, the pain and longing in her heart were always somewhat real.

So how did King Yan manage to keep in touch with Yang Yi in private while watching the queen search for Yang Yi?

Looking at the two brothers who were having an intimate conversation over there, she suppressed her thoughts and grabbed the tree trunk again to listen.

"Is she okay?"

After a long silence, Yang Yi asked again slowly. His question was half hesitant, as if he had made great determination to ask this question.

"Who? Queen Mother?" King Yan looked at him, "Not very good. But maybe this is retribution. If she didn't treat you like this at the beginning, why should she bear it now?"

Yang Yi said silently.

After a long time, he said: "It's getting late and the night wind is cold. You should go back early. From now on, help them manage the country and protect the people, and don't think about coming to see me again."

"I won't!" King Yan said, "You and I are brothers and sisters, how can I not see you?"

The sudden rush made him cough again.

Yang Yi frowned: "Go back quickly. It's almost autumn. If you don't be careful, you may bring out the old illness again."

After speaking, he high-fived and called He Zhao and the eunuch holding the lantern over: "Good luck sending His Highness back to his room."

After saying that, he walked down the mountain.

"Brother!" King Yan shouted from behind: "Since you won't leave Beijing yet, then at least tell me where you live. I don't know how many times I will see you in this life, so you can help me , okay?”

Yang Yi stopped walking, gritted his teeth and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, then took off the tassel on the hilt and threw it to him in the air: "Whether we meet or not depends on fate. You and I are brothers. I’ll leave this for you to think about.”

After saying that, he touched the ground with one foot and flew down the mountain like a hawk.

King Yan took two steps forward to catch up to him and called him, but indeed he could no longer be seen.

He stopped and looked at the tassels in his hands, clenched them tightly in his hands, and then looked back at the pile of burned paper money behind him.

On the trees in the distance, Fu Zhen and Pei Zhan looked at each other, then jumped back in unison and left the woods.

……

He Zhao has been ordered to see off King Yan.

Yang Yi walked out of the temple alone and walked forward step by step along the alley.

The moonlight approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival was shining brightly, illuminating the polished bluestone floor very brightly.

At this time, there were almost no people on the road, and the lights in the houses on both sides had already been turned off.

Only a few lanterns in front of the doors of wealthy families stretched and compressed his shadow as he passed by, compressing and elongating it. The tall figure standing alone felt extremely lonely.

On the street outside the alley, there are still a few shops that have not yet closed.

The first thing that came into view was a wine shop, and the store owner from afar began to greet him enthusiastically: "Sir, would you like to come in and try the new spirits in our store?"

Yang Yi stopped and stood, his eyes falling on the woman who was playing with bamboo dragonflies with her children in the empty shop behind him.

The child was only five or six years old, and he was still playing tricks on his mother. The lady pinched his nose affectionately, said "little naughty boy" with a smile, and then took a sesame cake to him.

Yang Yi stared at it for a while, then continued to move forward.

Fu Zhen and Pei Zhan followed him closely.

It wasn't until they heard footsteps behind them that they hid in a dark corner and saw He Zhao quickly catching up with Yang Yi, then they stopped following.

The master and the servant walked in the direction of Wanbin Tower in unison, and the strong feeling of loneliness before seemed to no longer exist.

Not getting the last customer, the wine shop owner yawned, packed up his utensils and closed the business.

Soon only Fu Zhen and the others were left on the long street.

Fu Zhen took a deep breath and his shoulders sank: "From what they just said, it sounds like the two brothers have met many times.

"In the past few years, the eldest prince must have been to Beijing many times, and he has also come to pay homage to the father and son in the alley several times. In other words, King Yan has already known about the cases in Baiyu Hutong, but he has no one. Tell!"

This sick young prince, he actually has such a deep palace! If they hadn't bumped into each other by chance tonight, who would have guessed it?
Pei Zhan also gritted his teeth and sighed, putting his hands on his waist: "After seeing the contradiction in the palace, I have to work hard to figure it out."

Fu Zhen turned to look at him: "I remember you said after you came back from the palace last time that King Yan also had an accident seven years ago?"

Pei Zhan's eyes flashed when he thought of this: "Yes, it was the Chinese Valentine's Day seven years ago. It is said that he was following the palace people on the street and was suddenly frightened. Later, his condition worsened after years of recuperation."

As a prince, King Yan has the freedom to enter and exit the palace, especially when his condition is relatively stable.

"It was such a coincidence, it was also seven years ago!" Fu Zhen crossed his arms, "According to what the deposed prince and others explained at that time, on the Chinese Valentine's Day of that year, King Rong and the others had secretly tracked down the eldest son of the emperor in accordance with the orders of the East Palace. it's been a while.

"I don't know if King Yan already knew about it when he encountered the accident?"

Pei Zhan took a deep breath: "Other things may not be difficult to investigate, but the matter of King Yan's fright seven years ago may not be too difficult to investigate.

"Looks like I have to go to the Imperial Guard again."

Fu Zhen frowned and nodded, looking at the direction in which Yang Yi and the others were leaving: "I have already painted a portrait today, and I can go to Kunning Palace again.

"I still have to solve this mystery!"

No matter how firmly King Yan said that the Queen was involved in what happened that year, Fu Zhen also firmly believed that what he saw about the Queen's longing for Yang Yi was not false.

Since I have missed him so sincerely for decades, why did I need to cut off my body in the first place?
This makes no sense whatsoever.