Snowy Chang'an Road

Chapter 1 The Art of the Emperor
  The capital of the Wei Dynasty, Chang'an.

As the fifth step in conveying the good news, at the moment of approval, the guests from Ruicheng County knelt outside Weiyang Palace and presented the good news from two thousand miles away with trembling hands.

Kuai Tong ran all the way into the palace, bowed and presented the good news to Emperor Wu of Wei with both hands.

Wei Yuan was extremely excited, but his expression remained calm and regal.

He spread out the good news, and what he saw was the word "win" written in blood, and a trace of joy flashed on his face.

Kuai Tong immediately caught this signal, knelt down and said: "Congratulations to your Majesty, congratulations to your Majesty."

"It's difficult for the King of Peiping to be interested. Kuai Tong put this flag of the King of Guangyang into a brocade box and went to Madam Deng's palace for dinner tonight."

"Yes."

Two thousand miles away, in the Guangyang Palace, it is the beginning of winter.

Wei Shao was dressed in black clothes, with his long black hair tied up high. He was sitting upright, his eyebrows were downcast, his face was stern, and he exuded a murderous aura.

Xiao Shen walked in with a bowl of mutton soup and two large cakes.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his eyes and stared directly at the person.

"Brother Wei, I'm not telling you, your eyes are so penetrating, can't you just smile?"

Wei Shao didn't answer. He took the cake, took a bite, and gritted his teeth.

"The cakes are here, and they have to be eaten with hot soup. Look outside, it's snowing just after the beginning of winter. It's much colder here than in Chang'an."

Hearing this, Wei Shao seemed to remember something, put down the cake in his hand, and hurried out of the study.

Xiao Shen was left behind muttering quietly, but he quickly followed.

Wei Shao galloped up and arrived at the city. Before the soldiers guarding the city had finished saluting, he had already rushed to the city wall.

The body of King Fan Hui of Guangyang was hanging on the city gate. According to His Majesty's order, he was first stabbed with a hundred swords and then hung on the city gate to be displayed to the public for three days.

He stretched out his hands to pull the rope, and a biting coldness ran across the warm palms.

The guard stood aside, not daring to step forward or say anything.

When Xiao Shen arrived, Wei Shao was untying the knot of the stiff corpse. He signaled everyone to step back, walked to Wei Shao, squatted down, took out his dagger, and cut the rope in two or two strokes.

"When I was young, Uncle Fan often discussed matters with my father at home. At that time, he always put me on his shoulder to make me happy. But now I actually killed him with my own hands. What kind of beast am I?"

"I don't blame you for this. Fan Hui rebelled first, and His Majesty ordered you to conquer him. Those who rebel are punished by death. What does it have to do with you?"

"I still don't believe that my uncle would rebel."

"Brother Wei, I pretend I haven't heard anything you said today. It's getting late, so go back home."

Wei Shao stood up slowly, walked to the guard, and ordered them to bury King Guangyang alive.

Xiao Shen angrily rebuked: "No way. How can the rebel Fan Hui be buried? He is wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave."

Wei Shao wanted to retort, but the next second Xiao Shen held his wrist and gave him a warning look, so he had no choice but to walk away.

Falling snowflakes sprinkled on Wei Shao's gloomy face, and he quickly merged with the night. The rhythm of his horse's running was just like the speed of his heartbeat. He didn't dare to stop, for fear that someone would notice the slipping from his eyes. That tear.

There was singing and dancing in Chang'an's Yueyang Palace. Wei Yuan sat on a high seat in the center of the hall, and Mrs. Deng knelt on his right side, serving her carefully.

Although she was extremely reluctant in her heart, she always greeted him with a smile. Her son was fighting thousands of miles away. As a mother, she must not drag him down, so no matter how disgusting she was, she had to play the role of this tender and affectionate concubine.

But there was something genuine in her smile tonight.

When Shao'er was sent to Chang'an to kill the rebels, His Majesty gave a banquet in the palace so that mother and son could meet each other.

It has been three months since Shao'er left. Today, His Majesty came without any warning and looked happy. It must be that Shao'er has put down the rebels. As a mother, as long as the child is safe, she can do anything.

After three rounds of drinking, Wei Yuan's interest increased instead of diminishing. Regardless of royal dignity, he pulled Mrs. Deng into the inner room.

After a lot of drinking, Wei Yuan fell into a deep sleep, and Deng Shou gently put on his coat, put on his shoes and left the inner room.

When Dannu saw his wife coming out, she quickly put on her cloak. Deng Shou sat down in front of the couch, and Dannu added two pieces of charcoal to the basin.

Deng Shou held hot tea in his hand and sat quietly by the charcoal fire, his eyes full of loneliness.

When Dannu saw this, she couldn't help crying.

"Well, why are you crying?"

"Madam, I feel sorry for you."

"Your Majesty has rewarded you with so many things today, aren't you happy?"

"My servant is not happy, madam. You are living a miserable life."

The charcoal in the basin made a sizzling sound. Deng Shou looked at the rising flames with tears in his eyes.

The thirteen sons of the Deng family in Nanyang have all studied military science since childhood. During the winter and summer, they endured countless hardships to develop their martial arts skills. In order to help Wei Yuan conquer the world, they took the lead and fought to the death for the glory of the Wei Dynasty. Last minute.

In exchange for his brother's life, Deng Shou's rise in the harem was soaring.

Now, the thirteenth son of the Deng family has long been reduced to bones, but Wei Yuan deceived her into leaving her alone because there was no one behind her.

In the great Wei Dynasty, the world was fought with real swords and guns, and the most indispensable thing was warriors. But this poisonous man listened to the slanders of Queen Ban and his party, and actually sent their son to the final place for the sake of the stability of the court. Fight for your life on the dangerous front line.

How can she not hate?

"Nv Dan, Shaoer won the battle, and His Majesty said he would marry him."

"Madam, this is a good thing. I wonder which noble girl it is?"

"Daughter of Prime Minister Pei."

"Daughter of Prime Minister Pei? Hasn't she already been married to His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Pei Kai also had a daughter, the only daughter of him and his late wife Qi Wan. I have met this Qi Wan before. She was a kind-hearted woman from a well-known family. It was a pity that she was so beautiful and she died soon after giving birth to her daughter."

"Your Majesty can marry Prime Minister Pei's daughter, which shows that you still have His Highness in your heart."

Deng Shou sneered and said: "Your Majesty's decision is never because of who you have in mind, but to balance the forces in the Wei Dynasty."

In the Great Wei Dynasty, the three forces were struggling. Because of their contribution to the founding of the country, counselors and generals were equally divided.

After the country was stabilized, Wei Yuan began to like reading again and deliberately supported civil servants. He did not like reading, but it was just to make the struggle in the court more complicated.

The harder the courtiers fight, the happier the emperor will be.

The Pei family from Hedong is the first counselor in the world, followed by the Ban family.

One daughter is married to the Ban family in Beidi, and the other is married to the Deng family in Nanyang. For the happiness of his two daughters and the future of the Pei family, Pei Kai will definitely devote himself to the Wei Dynasty and die.

And he will not be able to take sides. Whether he is a counselor or a military commander, if he takes sides, he will kill another daughter and bear eternal infamy.

Your Majesty is so scheming that while controlling the Pei family, he also checks and balances the Ban and Deng families. It can be said that he kills three birds with one stone.

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