My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 398 Yanghou

Wang Qiong was a rare northerner in the cabinets from Zhengde to Jiajing.

In the eyes of the wealthy generals in the north, he is a rare member of his own family in the "court of the south".

In addition, during the Zhengde period, Wang Qiong was ordered to guard the northwest border many times, train northern troops and horses, and consolidate the Ming court's rule in the Hetao area.

Such an experience made the relationship between them even closer in the eyes of the northern generals.

It's not that Zhu Houcong didn't understand the relationship between them.

But in Zhu Houcong's view, having representatives from various forces in the empire in the court can better maintain the unity of the entire empire.

As for——Wang Jinglong.

Wang Qiong's son, Zhu Houcong was somewhat impressed by this official who was ordered to build warships in the south and seemed to have accomplished the task well.

In order to supervise the officials and soldiers in the north to implement the court's policies, did Wang Qiong simply send all his sons out this time?

Thinking of this, Zhu Houcong couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

In order to prevent the king's father from being regarded as a villain, he was over sixty years old. He should have been like other people in the cabinet, acting as a representative of all the forces behind him to seek benefits for his hometown and class in the court.

Wang Qiong has made many good connections and continues to pave the way for his descendants.

But now, he has to take the risk of falling out with the northern generals, and he does not hesitate to let his own son arrive in the north as his representative, supervising the implementation of the imperial policy by his hometown elders like a criminal.

"Wangge is so old, but he still has to do the hard work himself and read the letters. It's really hard——"

When Yu Dayou heard Yan Song's words, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, his expression was a little stiff, and he stammered in reply.

Especially after seeing the thoughtful look on the emperor's side.

His expression became even stiffer.

My dear, I beg you, stop talking!

Collusion between courtiers and local generals has been a taboo in court since ancient times.

Although the power of the emperor today is unpredictable, who knows if it will offend the taboo of the Holy Emperor.

Let His Majesty be suspicious of Mr. Pavilion.

But Yan Song did not understand the hint of the capital military commander in front of him.

He couldn't even imagine how the emperor, who was supposed to be in seclusion in Xiyuan, suddenly appeared here, or went to the tomb with the Taoist priests of the Forbidden Army and the rangers who were regarded as unstable factors by the court.

Yan Song glanced at Zhang Fawei and others who were continuing to work in the capital, and seemed to think of the elderly chief minister and the cabinet elders, who were working day and night and worrying about state affairs during His Majesty's annual Qing Dynasty.

Of course, it was not because my colleagues were all on holiday and I was left on duty at Wenyuan Pavilion. I had nowhere to vent my accumulated grievances, but I wanted to take the opportunity to vent my bitterness to Yu Dayou and others who were also busy with official duties during the big holiday. .

Express the civil servants' private dissatisfaction and condemnation of the emperor who has nothing to do and does not work every day.

Of course, these are all complaints made privately by civil servants.

For the sake of one's own career, it is absolutely impossible to make remarks in public.

"Yes! At such an old age, Mr. Wangge still has to worry about court affairs every day... Not to mention Mr. Wangge is old, from Liang Shoufu to the many cabinet ministers below, none of them were up and down at night when His Majesty went on an expedition. Resignation of hard work... I hope your majesty can know more about the difficulty we have to wait for, and stay away from those monks and Taoists who deceive your majesty about mystical cultivation. Don't you know how many emperors have prayed for immortality and hoped to achieve immortality through the ages, and how many of them can get what they want? I wish it, from what I can see! I still want to..."

Over there, Yan Song was in the middle of talking about Zhu Houcong's yin and yang strangeness. He didn't notice that Yu Dayou and Xu Youbang in front of him gradually looked frightened. Their eyes unconsciously turned to the right, and a cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

My Lord Yan, please stop talking!

Fortunately, the emperor on the side did not show much dissatisfaction on his face.

The exclamations from Zhang Fawei and others over there gave Yu Dayou and others an excuse to escape.

So, to Yan Song's expectation, Yu Dayou in front of him looked serious.

After glancing at Zhu Houcong who was not far away as quickly as possible, he quietly swallowed the saliva that had just been squeezed on the back of his tongue due to excessive nervousness, and said seriously.

"Although His Majesty is in Xiyuan, he is always thinking about Jiuzhou, strategizing, and pointing out the direction for the people of the world. As a close servant, Mr. Yan needs to be careful in his words and deeds."

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Taking advantage of Yan Song's confused look, Yu Dayou instantly changed the subject. He pointed the Bagua Mirror in his hand at Zhang Fawei and other disciples of the Tianshi Mansion who were transforming into Brother Tumu.

Looking at the long bamboo slip in Zhang Fawei's hand, he asked.

"What can Daozhang Zhang gain from this?"

Zhang Fawei looked at the strange atmosphere in front of him and was a little dazed for a moment, but he still arranged his Taoist robe to avoid losing his etiquette before the king, and then stretched out the bamboo slip in his hand.

Yan Song glanced at the seemingly reckless Imperial Guard not far away with a slightly suspicious look.

I don’t understand how my friend who usually plays well suddenly became like this.

Are you working overtime to make yourself stupid?

On weekdays, Yan Song was the official appointed by Zhu Houcong to write his daily life records.

The relationship with these imperial guards who are responsible for guarding the imperial city is quite close.

However, Yan Song didn’t wait until he could think clearly.

Facing the newly acquired bamboo slips handed by Zhang Fawei.

Yan Song could only put aside his inner suspicions first.

Study the words on it intently.

This time the bamboo slips looked even more magical than before.

The bamboo slips in front of me are as blue as the sea.

There is a layer of faint golden lines on it.

Wait, is this pattern——?

Yan Song was a little unsure and tried to use a pen and paper to outline the faint golden lines on the bamboo slip in front of him.

Seems to depict part of some kind of bird?

"Fuxi's six assistants, one is called 'Yanghou', which means Jianghai."

Yan Song gently recited the words written in the Han Dynasty that were thousands of years old.

Combined with the text on the previous bamboo slips.

At this time, even Gao Lin, who had been sidelined since childhood and disliked writing, realized what the monster was that the Han people a thousand years ago did not hesitate to expend so much energy to suppress here.

He raised his head shrewdly and looked up at the two palaces in front of him, which were composed of millions of corpses stacked up like door gods.

And as the two bamboo slips were pulled out, as if some mechanism had been touched, the ghost crying sound that had disappeared suddenly sounded again.

But this time, the dark wind blown out from the hole in the Beijing Temple directly blew away the torches in the hands of several people.

In the darkness, Gao Lin seemed to hear the roar of the great river that had prevented King Wu of Zhou from conquering the Yin and Shang Dynasties thousands of years ago.

The voice was majestic and stirring, carrying the resentment of the phoenix singing in Qishan and the black bird dying.

Thousands of years later, these self-proclaimed successors to Zhou Li, those believers of the abominable destiny, roared towards them.

"Destiny - is the enemy!"

"King Zhou - traitor! Traitor!"

In the darkness and panic, people seemed to hear such words.

But then, there was a creaking sound as white bones collided and shattered.

He was drowned in the ensuing roar and the roar of the barbarian warriors.

In the majestic Beijing view, on top of the huge mountain of bones that cannot be seen at the top, at this moment, along with the river god from thousands of years ago, the skeleton warriors who were plundered here by the Han stood up again from their long sleep, waving their limbs. As a weapon, the remaining bones are used to emit the unyielding battle cry of the prairie warriors thousands of years ago.

(End of this chapter)