The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 494 The Unbearable Years (1)
Thinking of the kindness of the emperor who gave her broth last night, Fanhua almost forgot his original intention, but he found his way back when he lost his way, hurriedly knocked his head, and ran out of the hall with a bitter face.

The sound of Fanhua's footsteps soon faded away, and Bailijing and Junzhi waited to hear the story.

Sitting paralyzed in front of the dragon couch, Bai Yue sneered and looked back at Beijun Yaowang: "Don't dare to say it? You don't have the face to speak up, do you? Don't pretend to be frustrated and wronged here, you have no right to be wronged!"

Bai Yue's hatred for Bai Cang is too strong, if the two were rivals in love, Bai Yue is Yan Ran's husband, it should be Bai Cang who hates Bai Cang, why is it completely the opposite?

Beijun Yaowang was watched by the three people, but his eyes were only on Bailijing's face. There was pain and regret in his eyes, his throat trembled, and the corners of his lips twitched. Finally, he opened his mouth and said to Bailijing. Jing said: "Yes, child, I have a long story to tell you, and you have the right to know this story, your father is right, I am a sinner, I have no right to be wronged..."

"From the division of the Baili family and the Jun family into the Jin Dynasty, to the later Daqin's dominance of the Central Plains for more than a hundred years, there has been a legend that has been circulating. Your Majesty knows that the legend is called Canglang Bailu, right? Canglang Bailu is ours. Ancestors, that's why Great Qin used the wolf and the white deer as its banner, the emperor as the wolf, and the empress as the white deer, and the candidate for the white deer must be from the Bai family in Xingyang."

Jun Zhi pursed his lips, indeed, no matter in the historical records or court folklore, there is a saying of "the wolf and the white deer".Although he knew he was being deceived, and asked Bo Yan to investigate, he still hadn't received an answer.

Beijun Yaowang didn't want Junzhi's response. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "...Actually, that's not the case. The legend of the 'Wolf and White Deer' was just fabricated by the Jun family and the Bai family more than a hundred years ago. In the ' Before Canglang Bailu', there was only one legend known to all of Kyushu—"Deer, mulberry and flowers appear, and Yan's daughter comes out." This common saying sounds nothing, but if His Majesty knows the history of Kuching Kingdom and the history before Kuching Kingdom, I'm afraid You will be surprised, how precious Yan's daughter is..."

"Yes, Your Majesty has no impression. When the conspiracy started, Your Majesty was still young. No matter how clever a child under ten years old is, there is still something that cannot be touched. A fire in the [-]th year of Longde burned down the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. All the records about the Yan family in the book were burned, because the Yan family disappeared, and the folks gradually forgot about their legends..." Beijun Yaowang smiled slightly, as if seeing a long and unbearable years.

When Xiqin survived the severe winter when the city was covered by heavy snow, the Beijun Mansion in the northern country was still covered with ice. The spring breeze in February only favored the south of the Yangtze River, and this barren land had long been forgotten.

Xiqin and Dongxing were divided into Jin Dynasty, and they have been in power for a long time, and they have more than a hundred years of historical records. They thought they were orthodox, so they called the lineage of Beijunfu Dongxing traitors.

Several months of civil strife, continuous border wars, because the rebellion started from Dongxing Shengjing, all the way to the north, it consumed Dongxing's continuous military strength, causing Xiaoqiang to lose troops and generals, and it was inevitable that the vitality would be severely injured.

Compared with the loss of Dongxing, the rebels in Beijun Mansion, who had nothing at all, relied on the amazing strategies and tactics of Prince Jinyang to stabilize the three states of Beijun, and occupied several cities in Yuzhou, with Jishui as the boundary. Draw the river with Dongxing and rule.

On the snow-capped wasteland, an army under the banner of the Beijun Mansion Army is digging underground tombs.

Even though the cold wind whistled and the flags were flying, the eyes of the soldiers were shining brightly, as if the hope of all of them was buried under the mausoleum. As long as they found the hidden treasure in the treasure map, the great cause of restoring the country was just around the corner!

The business of touching gold has existed since ancient times, and it is despised by most people to disturb the souls of the dead. Now, with the power of a huge army, as a gold toucher, there will be a page of shame in the annals of history.

"Master, you have a clue!"

Although there are a large number of troops in the wasteland, there are not many whisperers. They are disciplined and energetic, and they have no intention of being lazy. The only sound is the whistling of the wind, which hurts people's eardrums and is as sharp as a knife.

There was a white figure standing high on the snowy field. If there were not several black-clothed personal guards standing beside him, his white clothes of the same color as the snow light would not attract attention.

A figure in armor yelled, ran towards the man in white, took two steps and then slowed down—it's not like an avalanche had never happened before, and it wasn't the first day they were digging, and they already had a lot of experience.

Hearing someone say that the treasure has a clue, the man in white still didn't look back, as if he was not moved by the so-called treasure at all.

However, an old man with a childlike face and white hair beside him turned his head to look at the passer-by, with a slightly unusual expression, and asked, "What was dug out of the Concubine Yan's Tomb?"

The visitor stopped and knelt down and replied: "Mr. Sang, the soldiers got out of the coffin, but after opening the coffin, they didn't find any precious things in the tomb of Concubine Yan. There was only this brocade box. Other funerary objects. However, we have another discovery, that there may be a hole in the entire solitary pile within a radius of ten miles directly under the coffin of Concubine Yan."

The old man named Mr. Sang noticed that the visitor was holding a small brocade box of vermilion lacquer in his hand. It seemed to be very old and the vermilion lacquer had peeled off a little.

"Maybe there is something hidden in this brocade box, my son, do you want to open it?" Although Mr. Sang looked highly respected, he still didn't dare to make mistakes, and asked the man in white.

The man in white looked away from the snow-ravaged cliff, and slowly turned to look at the brocade box——

Jinyang Wang Shizi Han Ye's once calm and deep star eyes have now become sharp and unfathomable, and the coldness in his eyes is more severe than the wind and snow.

The corners of his tightly pursed lips parted slightly, and he said, "Since Master thinks it's strange, why don't you just open it and have a look."

This "Master" was obviously calling the old man named Mr. Sang.

But every time he called "Master", although Han Ye kept his face calm, his heart felt like being pierced by thousands of needles, each time getting deeper and deeper.

"My son..." Mr. Sang sighed. He is Han Ye's master in martial arts, and he is also the guardian of the tomb of Lutai Mountain.

In terms of respect and inferiority, Han Ye should be his master. No matter how old he is, he still can't afford to be called "Master". It's fine when he plays every scene on Lutai Mountain, but now there is no need for it.

However, he mentioned many times that he didn't dare to use this title, but Han Ye still refused to change his words.

Lutai Mountain's master sect was "destroyed", and most of the dead were villains who coveted treasures. They came to Lutai Mountain to hunt for treasures in the name of apprenticeship, and the rest of those who died in vain really died in vain.

The important task of restoring the country is not that simple, and death and injury are inevitable. Mr. Sang has never felt sorry for many disciples, but he understands that the reason why the son has refused to change his name for a long time is because he is afraid that someone will forget the dead girl...

If he, Sang Jie, is still the head of Lutai Mountain and her respected master, then Han Ye is still her elder brother.

(End of this chapter)