Chasing King

Fengye's return to Beijing is nominally a report on his father's work.

It has never been heard of before. We all know in our hearts that to say it's a work report is to come back to be a proton.

For more than 20 years, after he died or resigned three terms as governor of Datong, and Wala became more and more powerful, Feng Jianping made an exception and became the first military general in the history of Dasheng. This means that he not only controlled the power of the whole Datong government, but also grasped more than 200000 military power in his own hands.

Datong Prefecture is only three or four days away from the capital. It is the northwest defense area of the Central Plains. Once the Datong defense line collapses and the Wala goes down, half of Dasheng will be gone. Therefore, Emperor Zhaowu extremely relies on Feng Jianping and is extremely afraid of Feng Jianping. He gives him military power and recalls his only son to Beijing.

I'm afraid only a fatuous monarch like Chen Chong would dare to entrust the political power and military power of the sixteen prefectures and seventy-seven counties of Datong prefecture to one person, and make him support his troops and respect himself. If the wise and powerful emperor Taizu knew that his descendants were so ridiculous, he would be able to survive from the underground.

However, it is precisely because it was Chen Xuan who did it that the whole world should not make a fuss. After all, it was he who gave up the natural danger of seven states in northern Liaoning and opened the door of Liaodong.

Of course, this is good news for Yan Sikong, and even more good news for him is the return of Fengye to Beijing.

At this time, he was in the Imperial Academy, listening to Yan Zilian's teaching with Shen Hexuan.

"You two are intelligent and reasonable. You are the future pillars of Dasheng. Among the new Jinshi, I think you are the best. The feast the day before yesterday did not disappoint me in general. "

Yan Sikong said: "teacher Xie gives this opportunity, students are flattered."

Shen Hexuan also arched his hand and said: "fortunately, it does not disgrace the teacher's reputation."

"In my opinion, Hexuan's lectures are not good enough. Next time, you will learn from each other, learn from each other, and make up for your own shortcomings."

"Yes," they said

"Well, it's late. Go back."

"The teacher is not coming home tonight?" Shen Hexuan said, "but are there any official documents that haven't been approved? The students are willing to stay and help the teacher

"No, I'm going to visit my friends later. Please go back."

They bowed and walked out slowly.

Walking to the courtyard, Yan Sikong said, "brother Shen, Liang has made an appointment with them to drink in Baisheng building today. It's said that it's Zhou Fuxing and Duke Zhou who are in charge of the Bureau. Why don't we go together?"

Shen Hexuan said politely, "thank you, my dear brother. I will not go until I finish my official business."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "that little brother is one step ahead."

They bid farewell.

-

Zhou miaixing is the eldest son of Yin in shuntianfu. He can't pass the examination, but he loves poetry and wine, and he also likes to make friends with famous people. He often hosts banquets for all sides. Liang suize is a descendant of a family in the suburbs of the capital. He had a friendship with Zhou miaixing when he was young. At the same time, he also made friends with Yan Sikong during the same period of the mid-term examination. Through Liang suize, he got to know many celebrities.

When Yan Sikong arrived at the restaurant, Liang Sui was greeting the guests. When he saw him, he came over with a smile: "Sikong, did sanyuanlang refuse you again?"

These new recruits secretly gave Shen Hexuan the nickname "sanyuanlang". Although they were not malicious, they could not bear to see that he was conceited and never played with them.

Yan think empty helplessly a show hand: "still need to say."

"Mr. Zhou has always wanted to meet the genius of Lianzhong Sanyuan, but I think it's better if he doesn't come." Liang suipai said, "so as not to offend people."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "yes, let's go in."

Yan Sikong appreciates Shen Hexuan. He just looks at him. He is busy with official business all day. He is stubborn and unreasonable. All he can do is sigh. He is a scholar, but he is not suitable to be an official. He is afraid of disaster sooner or later.

During the banquet, people could not help but ask about Yan Sikong's affairs at the Sutra feast. They had already heard the rumor, "I heard that sanyuanlang denounced the emperor's improper posture, but really?"

Yan Sikong said with a bitter smile, "yes, it's disrespectful to be a king."

"Ha ha ha, he's really a strange man."

"He has talent and learning, but his head is as stiff as elm."

"Don't say it. I think it's because he has a strong brain and specializes in Confucius and Mencius that he can connect three yuan. Otherwise..." A Jinshi complimented, "brother Yan's talent is not inferior to him."

"That's right. Brother Yan's poems and paintings are really beautiful. I'll wait."

"I don't deserve it. I don't deserve it." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "I just read some unofficial essays. It's hard for me to be elegant."

The crowd again flattered each other, and the atmosphere was very warm.

I don't know who started to talk about the return of King Shizi of Jingyuan to Beijing.

"Before I went out, my father told me that my son's chariots and horses had arrived at the post station and would enter Beijing early tomorrow morning," Zhou said with a smile"I still can't believe that the Emperor gave military power to King Jingyuan. It's just..."

"I don't think so."

There are a lot of words in everyone's stomach, but they dare not say it on weekdays. With the strength of wine, they dare to say something: "that's why we want to get the little prince back to the capital. King Jingyuan has only one son left. If you take him, you will take King Jingyuan. Your majesty is not defenseless."

Liang sighed: "I'm worried that this little prince is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Haven't you heard about him?"

Today, most of Zhou mianxing's banquets are new scholars. Soon after he entered the court, he didn't have any chance, so naturally he didn't know much about it. All of a sudden, people were curious about Liang Sui's words and asked him to go on.

Yan Sikong took a sip of the wine and said nothing with a smile.

Liang Suidao said: "the little prince, nicknamed" little wolf king ", was born in the military camp and grew up in the military camp."

"Wow, it must be a strong general."

"More than that." Zhou Mi Xing also said mysteriously, "it's said that he was born with divine power. He was born on a tiger's back, with his arms hanging on his knees. His eyes were like bronze bells, his voice was like a bell, and his temples were thick like beasts..."

Yan Sikong couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of wine came out.

"Brother Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Sikong coughed hard: "wine This wine is strong enough... "

"Ha ha ha, this is to punish brother Yan for drinking alone. Come on, let's go together."

After drinking, they urged Zhou to continue to talk.

"In a word, this" little wolf king "is just because it looks like a wolf."

"Oh." Everyone nodded.

"I don't think this name only refers to his appearance," Liang said

"The younger brother said that he was really a fierce man. He went to battle at the age of 11. When he was 14, his elder brother was in ambush. He took a team of 100 elite riders to fight against the enemy. He killed general Wala under his horse and took back his elder brother's body. He became famous in the first World War!" After that, he followed King Jingyuan into battle. He was extremely brave. Datong people gave him another nickname - "the God of war at the temples."

There was a trace of sadness in Yan Si's empty eyes, and he drank a mouthful of wine in silence.

People praise: "is really a hero out of youth."

Liang Suidao: "so I say that it's really disturbing to call such a person back to Beijing as a hostage."

"Brother Liang's worries are reasonable."

"He's going to Beijing tomorrow? I want to see what this little prince is like. "

"Ha ha, if you look like that, I'm afraid you'll be scared to pee your pants."

Zhou Mi star in front of a bright, a fierce high five: "ah, I have a proposal."

"Brother Zhou, please go ahead."

"This Baisheng building is the most prosperous place in the city. If you want to enter the city, you have to go through this street. We will drink all night and not get drunk. We will be here tomorrow morning to see the little wolf king. What do you think?"

Liang Sui pretended to be displeased and said, "no, it's a long night. If brother Zhou doesn't invite the girl from zuixiang building to play and sing, I'll go back home."

"Ha ha ha ha, you boy."

The crowd echoed. Zhou Fuxing has always lived extravagantly. He has wine and fun with him.

After a while, seven or eight beautiful ladies came in, singing and dancing together, and the house was even more intoxicated.

Liang Sui drank too much, put his arm around Yan Sikong's shoulder and said with a smile: "Sikong, I usually ask you to go to zuixiang building, but you don't go. Today I have a chance to entertain you. Although, ha ha, I'm offering flowers to Buddha."

Yan Sikong patted Liang Sui on the chest, half joking and half seriously saying: "brother Liang, you and I have already become officials, so we should be more cautious in private."

Liang Sui is a descendant of the aristocratic family. Even if he's rumored, it doesn't matter, but he can't. He doesn't want to be caught.

"Ah, are you infected by him when you work with sanyuanlang every day? You can't be a talented person, you can't be a talented person, you can't be a talented person, you can't be a talented person, you can't be a talented person

People around laughed and said, "is it brother Yan who has a unique taste and doesn't love his daughter..."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "don't make fun of me. As a scholar from the countryside, I have never seen the world."

"Ha ha ha, no, I don't think it's right. I see, it's brother Yan's Maung Sai Pan'an. How can he get into his eyes

"It's reasonable. Sikong is so beautiful. Do you think it's him who whores others or others who whore him? Ha ha ha ha ha ha

A room full of laughter.

Yan Sikong has a great amount of wine, but he pretends to be drunk, and his eyes are still clear and transparent. Looking at this group of ordinary dignified CHILDES and celebrities, their ugliness is out now, and their heart is as calm as an ancient well.

He really doesn't love women, and of course, he doesn't love men, which means nothing to him. What he wants needs him to fight with his life. How can he lose himself on the low-level desire.

In the middle of the night, some people are too drunk to get up. Some people go to the next room with the girl in their arms. There is no lamp in the room. Yan Sikong sits on the soft couch, letting the cool wind of early spring blow away his drunkenness. Looking out of the window at the bustling night of the capital, he is lost in meditation.Ten years have passed.

He changed back to his original surname and forged his family background. As his father asked, he took the imperial examination only at the age of 19. He was the youngest one among the new candidates. Then it took a year to make friends with powerful people, to explore the complicated relationship of the officialdom, to get the appreciation of the cabinet chief assistant, and to be familiar with the emperor and officials on the feast.

For a new Jinshi, this has been a smooth ride.

But it's still too slow. Although he did not dare to get into the top three in order to show his talent, he had to squeeze so many people to get the recognition of Yan Zilian, who had a keen eye. Next, he had to become a servant of the emperor or the prince. Otherwise, he was afraid that it would take him ten or twenty years to get close to the center of power. He couldn't wait that long, and he would never Let those who live to sleep.

Yan Sikong drank all the wine in his glass, looked at the dim street, and thought of the center of their discussion today - "Fengye".

He sent someone to check Fengye, so he knew the rumors well.

But what did that man become? I don't think it's true that the hair on the temples is as thick as a beast as they say. Yan Sikong smiles and lies on the soft couch, sleepy.

Feng Ye has been gone for ten years, and his past as "Yuan Sikong" has been gone for ten years.

-

Yan Sikong was shaken up.

He opened his eyes and saw Liang Sui's puffy face appear in his sight: "Sikong, get up, xiaoshizi has gone to Beijing."

He sat down on the window and felt the pain of his head, but he felt the pain of his hand.

"Hey, I've got a headache too. I'll send you home after watching the little prince."

Yan Sikong shook his head and wry smile: "thank you, brother Liang."

Most of the people at the banquet woke up yesterday and gathered in front of the window to watch Jingyuan Wang Shizi's team enter the city from a distance.

In the capital, no horseback riding is allowed unless it is authorized or necessary to carry out maintenance. However, they can clearly see that the leader of the team is sitting on the horse, only wearing a coir raincoat hat and can't see his face clearly.

"Good guy, the Emperor allowed him to ride to Beijing."

As the procession drew closer, Yan Sikong felt his heart beat a few times. He was staring at the man on the horse and wanted to see what kind of person was in it through the coir hat.

The man was armored, tall and burly, sitting on the horse's back, with a straight waist.

"Hey, he must have covered his face like a beast."

"That's right. Look at this figure. It's not like a boy of seventeen or eighteen."

"I said, King Jingyuan gave birth to this son, will it have something to do with his leading wolf as a teacher?"

"I'm afraid..."

When the team passed through the Baisheng building, the leader suddenly pulled the reins and stopped. As soon as he stopped, his entourage immediately stopped. At first sight, he was well disciplined and well-trained.

The people in the street and the people upstairs were stunned.

I saw the general immediately, suddenly raised his head and looked in their direction.

Everyone was shocked, and Yan Sikong's heart trembled.

Under the coir bamboo hat and covered with black silk, you can only see a pair of wolf like sharp eyes. Just one eye seems to rush up and tear people to pieces.

People upstairs dare not breathe. Yan Sikong instinctively shrinks his head out of the window.

He quickly lowered his head and went away with his long legs on both sides.

Yan Sikong recovered from the shock and could not help thinking of the scene when he first saw Fengye ten years ago.

The eight year old boy, lying on his horse's back, was drooling and naive, as if all things in the world were not as important as a dream at the moment.

Ten years, he has changed, so has Fengye. It's not human, it's not human.