Chasing King

During the month of fasting, it was peaceful. No one would touch the emperor's head at the time of national mourning. Everyone was in peace.

But on the last day of the end of fasting, something big happened.

That night, there was a heavy rain, thunder and lightning, one after another flash, thunder like a sword that cuts through the sky, showing off the whole night sky, dull thunder sounds more like ghosts coming, there is a powerful momentum, shaking the world, people sitting in the room, shivering.

The rain was like a hole in the sky. It rained for most of the night. Yan Sikong and ah Li didn't sleep all night, because there was water in the low-lying part of their home. If they didn't lead outside, they would enter the house.

The next day, he dragged his tired body to the Yamen and heard a disturbing news.

Last night's lightning cut off a hundred year old tree on the mountain in the northern suburb. The old tree fell in the right place. It was just the mausoleum where the Empress Dowager was buried.

So this morning, Emperor Zhaowu summoned the Minister of rites and the Minister of Honglu temple to be held accountable.

Tianlei has been regarded as the power of heaven since ancient times, with the meaning of punishing evil and immorality. Now, just after the Empress Dowager was buried, the tree chopped by Tianlei crushed the mausoleum. What a bad omen.

There was a lot of discussion in the DPRK and most of them were worried. A lot of sensational rumors had been spread into Yan Sikong's ears, but he just listened to them and kept silent. He knew that misfortune came from his mouth and he could not talk about it at any time, especially in this unusual time.

Although Yan Sikong didn't believe in the Taoists who set fire to incense, or that if a tree fell, it would harm the country's fortune, he knew that many people would be involved. The most important ones were the Ministry of rites and Honglu temple. Most of them were Yan Zilian's people. The eunuch party would take the opportunity to attack them.

Later that day, the Taoist priest who chose the site for the Empress Dowager's mausoleum was put into prison. Yan Zilian rushed into the palace to intercede for the Minister of rites and the Minister of Honglu temple. He didn't know what punishment they were going to suffer.

The next morning, the memorial flew out like a snowflake, half impeachment, half explanation of Providence, in order to stabilize the people.

In the face of shengnu, the elder Honglu Temple minister pleaded to return to his hometown, while the Minister of rites was demoted to be a local magistrate. He was afraid that he would not be able to return to Beijing all his life. Not to mention that, Emperor Zhaowu ordered that all those who participated in the funeral of the Empress Dowager should be investigated and severely punished.

So in a short period of one month, more than ten officials were either demoted or reformed, and the Taoist priest was also killed.

It would be a "good ending" if it was just a demotion, a fine and killing of one or two Taoists. Although he lost the Minister of rites and Honglu Temple Minister one after another, Yan Zilian still had the ability to push his own people up, at most with Xie Zhongren for a while.

But when Yan Zilian asked for a secret meeting, Yan Sikong had an uncertain premonition.

In the teahouse to see Yan Zilian, Yan Sikong and Feng Ye from his dignified look on the perception of what.

"But for the sake of Xu Shangshu..."

"No Yan Zilian's tone was urgent, and he didn't even let Yan Sikong finish saying, "he just left, it's harmless."

Yan Sikong and Fengye look at each other, because Yan Zilian's appearance is too unusual.

Yan Zilian breathed heavily: "today, Xie Zhongren found a legendary immortal master from somewhere. He said that thunder was an ominous omen. Because of the Empress Dowager's bad manners, he was angry in heaven. He was afraid that he would hurt his country."

"That's bullshit." Yan Si said in a cold voice, "Master Lao Shizi's seductive words are flattering. It's time to drag them out and chop them!"

Feng Ye frowned and said, "Your Majesty Did you believe it? "

Yan Zilian said: "it's hard to say."

Both of them are waiting for Yan Zilian to go on, because they know that the following words are the main topic.

"Believe it or not, your majesty has decided to raise the funeral of the Empress Dowager to a national funeral." Looking at them, Yan Zilian said in a heavy voice, "tomorrow we will issue a decree. First, we will move the tomb. Second, we will ask all the vassal kings within a thousand li to return to Beijing immediately to express their condolence."

Two people immediately double eyes round stare, a chill straight into the body, face instant white.

Yan Zilian closed his eyes, as if he was a lot older: "I'm afraid it's the plan set by your majesty and Xie Zhongren. Take advantage of this, King zhaojingyuan will return to Beijing."

Feng Ye clenched his fist and argued weakly: "my father is a king of different surnames."

"A king of different surnames is also a king." Yan Zilian said gravely, "I didn't expect to escape the Beijing inspection, but also to welcome condolence. This time, if general Feng refuses to return to Beijing, it will be the third time. I'm afraid..."

Yan Sikong only felt that her brain was temporarily blank, and her heart was also flustered.

Yes, if he refuses to go back to Beijing this time, it will be the third time. One is a celebration banquet. Emperor Zhaowu secretly orders, the other is a grand plan for Beijing inspection. According to the law, he should return to Beijing to report his work. This time, even if there are thousands of excuses, no matter how weak and fatuous emperor Zhaowu is, he can't tolerate a minister who is overtly rebellious and more rebellious. Who can be safe when the sword is on his neck Where is it?

What's more, even if emperor Zhaowu could bear it, the officials couldn't bear it, and the people in the world would also attack each other with words and words. If they refused to return to the court with heavy troops, they must be plotting against each other!

Feng Ye arched his hand and said, "elder Ge, what should I do now?"

Yan Zilian shook his head: "the decree will be issued tomorrow. Your majesty has made up his mind. It's impossible to take it back.""If my father returns to Beijing, I don't know what will happen..."

"There's no need to panic now." Yan Zilian said, "as long as the generals come back and show loyalty to your majesty, your majesty will not be too embarrassed. After all, Datong still depends on the generals, but the armaments of Datong must be reduced."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "teacher, if King Jingyuan returns to Beijing, is it really just arms reduction? I'm worried... "

Yan Zilian raised his hand to stop him from saying: "Your Majesty is not a cold-blooded person, nor can you distinguish right from wrong. Besides, he is a meritorious general. Your Majesty's move is to reduce the armaments of Datong and take back part of the military power."

Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "the 300000 soldiers raised by Datong are not white. Without them, how can they hold the border for more than 20 years? Is arms reduction not self destruction of the Great Wall? "

Yan Zilian shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Your Majesty won't consider this. He only knows that Wala's strength is greatly damaged. Datong is not as nervous as before. How can he continue to keep so many soldiers and horses?"

Feng Ye's face was gloomy.

Yan Sikong arched his hand and pleaded: "can the teacher persuade your majesty again? When King Zhao came to Beijing, he really inspired the masses. "

Yan Zilian shook his head: "the holy will has been decided. It's useless for me to say anything. Your Majesty's move is aimed at King Jingyuan." He looked at Fengye and sighed, "Shizi, let general Feng return to Beijing. For today's plan, only by handing over part of the military power can your majesty be relieved. Does general Feng really want to disobey the imperial edict?"

Feng Ye pursed his lips and didn't speak, but the veins on his forehead were protruding, obviously his mood was very upset.

Yan Zilian stood up and said, "as the first assistant of the cabinet, I only hope for the peace of the country and the people. General Feng is the first meritorious official of Dasheng. The family of Feng will help the new leader in the future. If general Feng returns to Beijing, I swear with this life that I will defend him, reduce his armaments, and fight for him."

Yan Sikong watched Yan Zilian and Feng Ye face to face in the air. It was a silent contest, and the waves were surging in their hearts. He understood Yan Zilian's position, but a voice in his heart told him clearly that Feng Jianping would never come back.

With all that said, Yan Zilian left first.

As soon as he left, Yan Sikong said in a trembling voice, "if your highness returns to Beijing, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous than good."

Feng Ye looked down at the ground: "how to say?"

"You know in your heart that from the moment when your highness defeated Wala, your majesty could not tolerate him any more. The history is endless

Feng Ye's eyes became cold: "but Yan Zilian vowed."

"Since your majesty has made up his mind, the teacher will certainly persuade his highness to return to court. He can't watch the generals conspire! But once your highness comes back, if something really happens, the teacher may not be able to save him. "

Feng Ye raised his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't want my father to come back. I'm also worried about something. But I can't resist the order openly. Do you have a good plan?"

Yan Sikong paced back and forth. On a cold and rainy night in late autumn, he was so anxious that his forehead was sweating: "there is no other way. Your highness can either go back or not, but these two roads."

"Ruo Hui..."

"If you return." Yan Sikong nailed his feet and glared at Fengye with a strange look. "Maybe he can't go back."

Feng Ye's breath became heavy: "if you don't return, isn't it treason?"

Yan Sikong steps to Fengye and squats down slowly. He climbs his knees with both hands. His eyes are shining with cold light. Silence is better than sound.

Feng Ye stares at Yan Si Kong for a long time, understands his meaning, and suddenly says in a trembling voice: "you are crazy."

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's hand and said in a sharp voice: "am I crazy? Don't you have the bottom in your heart? A Bian general, who is famous all over the world and holds 300000 troops, is only 600 li away from Beijing, and refuses to return to the court twice. If you were the emperor, would you tolerate it? "

Feng Ye's eyes were round and his face was like a vegetable.

Yan Sikong was shaking all over. Before today and today, he has done many things that can kill him 100 times, and these things have been in his mind for more than ten years. However, he has never, never dared to think of the word "Treason".

It's not that he is not brave enough, it's just that he has the self-knowledge to kill a few treacherous ministers and subvert a dynasty. However, at this moment, when he suddenly realized that Fengjia might have no way out, these two words appeared in his mind. He was instinctively afraid, and even more trembled because Fengjia had such strength that they might come true .

They stare at each other without blinking. Neither of them is willing to admit defeat. It seems that as long as they blink, they can no longer summon such courage.

In the end, Fengye looked away. The lines of his jaw were very rigid, and the Adam's apple rolled hard. Although he said something like "I can change the world's surname by sealing my family", and more than once, he never thought about it.

The word "Treason" is as heavy as Mount Tai.

Yan Sikong also calmed down a little. He said in a dumb voice: "Fengye, I'm not alarmist. Everything is decided by King Jingyuan, but if he decides to seal his family When things happen, I live and die. "Feng Ye stood up, yansikong also pulled up, but did not dare to look into his eyes: "I, I'm a little confused."

Yan Sikong clenched Feng Ye's arms and gave him the strength of support.

Feng Ye took a deep breath and calmed down a lot: "even if I agree, my father will not agree."

"Not necessarily." Who doesn't want to be in the world?

Feng Ye finally faced up to Yan Sikong: "let me think about it. I will send a letter to my father."

"Be quick." Yan Sikong accentuated.

Feng Ye nodded heavily.