Chasing King

Emperor Zhaowu's birthday is a celebration of the whole nation. Emperor Zhaowu's birthday is extravagant and extravagant. Every year, it's better to have a good life. This year, when he is forty years old, he can't be ambiguous.

Before dawn, Emperor Zhaowu took all his family members and Manchu civil and military officials to the temple of heaven to offer sacrifices to the bathing Buddha. At the same time, the whole country banned slaughtering for one day, and the whole city celebrated its birthday in the capital. Outside the palace walls, there were more fasting meals, and more than ten thousand people came to see and eat along the road.

The ceremony didn't end until the afternoon, and the courtiers stood for five hours in the hot sun. Some of them were old and frail, and fainted for two or three hours.

Yan Sikong was standing in the rear, reciting the mantra of calming the heart and staring at the back of Feng Ye's head. He observed that Feng Ye had turned his head to look for something several times. He must be looking for him. He counted Feng Ye in his heart and turned around to look for him several times, but he didn't find sacrifice boring.

After the sacrifice, they returned to the palace for the birthday party in the evening.

This time, Emperor Zhaowu took the opportunity of his birthday to pray for the flood stricken people on both sides of the Yellow River. Therefore, the birthday banquet is a feast for all. Yan Si insinuates that it costs hundreds of thousands of silver dollars to celebrate his birthday. How can he really relieve the suffering of the people? Don't you really know?

On the way back to the palace, Yan Sikong and Liang Sui go side by side, chatting about their birthday gifts. Suddenly, Yan Sikong felt that someone was sticking up behind him. As soon as he was about to turn his head, he was held on his shoulder by a powerful hand, and a familiar breath came to him. It's a kind of its own flavor, mixed with the faint smell of moxa, fresh like the grassland after the rain, every bush of green is full of vitality.

Yan Si idled over his face and saw that Feng Ye was looking at him with a smile. Under the setting sun, his skin was as transparent as jade.

"Oh, my son." The beam arched with the arch.

Feng Ye nodded: "you must be tired."

Liang Sui said with a bitter smile: "OK, OK."

"Lord Yan, can you take a step and help me to see if there are any omissions in the congratulatory message?"

Yan Sikong respectfully said, "I am willing to serve my son."

Feng Ye took Yan Sikong to one side and said in a low voice, "where are you standing today? I've been looking for you."

"What do you want me to do?" Yan think empty mouth light pull, thought, full "find" sixteen times.

"I'm afraid you'll faint from the heat. I want to send someone to deliver water to you."

Yan Sikong laughed: "how can I be so weak."

"Look at you. You're getting red from the sun." Feng Ye looked down at him. "Eat more in the evening. Come to me after the birthday party. I'll take you back."

"Good." Yan Sikong asked, "what did the scouts find out?"

"Wala has sent spies all the year round, and this time it's nothing special."

Yan Sikong nodded: "that's good."

"You have nothing to say to me?"

Yan Sikong blinked: "you mean..."

Feng Ye curled his lips, not very happy: "you didn't miss me?"

Yan Si Kong choked a smile: "but I haven't seen you for two days."

Feng Ye touched his chin, "that is to say, if you don't see for many days, you will think?"

Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing.

"I can't go back and forth to Jingshan camp every day, so you don't have many chances to see me on weekdays. If you still don't want me..." Feng Ye snorted and said with a smile, "I'll really take you to the mountain."

Yan Sikong looked around and coughed softly: "keep your voice down."

Feng Ye grinned and said, "I'll stay in the city for a few days. I'll go with you."

"Why do I want you with me?"

"Then stay with me." Feng Ye said overbearing.

Yan Sikong can't laugh or cry.

Feng Ye took advantage of people unprepared and shook his hand: "come to me after the birthday party." Then he winked at him and walked away with a good face.

Yan Sikong's lips slightly raised, straightened his clothes, and strode into the hall of peace.

The birthday banquet begins with the sermon, which is not about the courtiers, but about themselves. The sermon is mostly about self modesty, such as feeling heaven's favor and comforting all living beings, and seeing their own shortcomings when they are shouldering heavy responsibilities.

Then Xie Zhongren, the eunuch of the Secretary for rites, praised emperor Zhaowu's achievements. Yan Sikong was indifferent to this, and he would shout long live.

Then began the dance banquet, the courtiers were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, fill a hungry stomach for most of the day.

Yan Sikong talks and laughs with his left and right colleagues, but he calculates soberly in his heart that if he is quick, ah Li should be in Qingyang now.

When the dance music was relaxed, the officials of Honglu Temple held a long list of gifts in both hands. They recited the birthday gifts of the foreign countries, vassal kings and sons and ministers. When they read one, the eunuchs presented one. If the birthday gift was too large, they had to carry someone in.

Of course, not everyone had the opportunity to personally present the birthday gift for the emperor, but it was an indispensable etiquette for the prince. When all the birthday gifts were presented to Emperor Zhaowu, Chen kuocai came in respectfully with his hands folded, his body bowed and his head bowed, kneeling in front of Danxi.

"My son, I wish my father happiness and boundless longevity. Long live my father, long live my father."Emperor Zhaowu was in a good mood today. He also had a smile on Chen Bi: "bi'er is flat."

"Thank you, father."

Empress Xu said with a smile, "what treasure is she preparing for your majesty?"

At the banquet, the eyes of hundreds of officials fell on Chen.

Chen Kai straightened up his chest, and the handsome young man was full of noble spirit. He replied humbly, "my son wrote a poem for my father."

There was a sound of surprise at the banquet. There are many rare treasures in today's birthday ceremony. The Grand Prince Sheng wrote only a poem, which is not on the table.

Emperor Zhaowu said nothing with a smile.

Empress Xu has no son at all. She has been fighting openly and secretly with the second prince's mother concubine Chang for many years. Naturally, she is partial to Chen Kai. She is a little embarrassed when she remembers how expensive the Jiulong jade Baron that the second prince sent her is.

Chen Bi arched his hand: "my son thought that his father was sitting in the world and embracing the country. All the treasures were not appreciated in his father's eyes. His father's eyes must be on his heart. I can learn from his filial piety and love for his father. This poem was written by my son for several months. I wish my father and the emperor would live together."

"Ha ha, good." Emperor Zhaowu said with a smile, "come on, Xiao'er, read it to your father."

Chen Shu slowly spread the leaves, cleared his throat, and began to chant.

This poem is full of restrained and implicit praise, and is full of sincere worship, but not too flattering. It sounds pleasant to people. Sometimes the words are immature, but the flaws are not hidden. It makes people feel the true feelings of Chen Kai.

After a poem was chanted, Yan Zilian took the lead and clapped his hands. Naturally, the courtiers could not help but applaud Yan Ge.

Yan Sikong had a satisfied smile on his face.

Emperor Zhaowu's face brightened: "you've made great progress in your knowledge."

Yan Zilian stooped to leave the banquet, knelt down and said in a high voice: "Your Majesty, although the composition of this ode to the prince is still a little childish, his talent can not be underestimated. The most important thing is that the poem is full of true feelings and respect, and pays great attention to the national destiny and people's livelihood I'm so moved. " When it comes to the end, it's the ending.

"Yes, it's really a good poem. His Royal Highness's pure heart is not enough, but there are countless treasures."

The hall is full of praise.

The officials of the second prince's group didn't look good.

Emperor Zhaowu was flattered and obviously satisfied with the poem: "it's rare that he has such a mind. I like it."

Chen Kui knelt down excitedly like this: "thank you, father Huang."

The birthday party lasted until midnight. All the officials were very tired. After the birthday party, they hurried home.

Yan Sikong walked out of the hall without hesitation, thinking that the new history had been submitted and would be made public tomorrow. Cai Zhongfan would never miss the opportunity to impeach Wang Shengsheng. There was bound to be a storm in the court, but he could not estimate whether it was a storm or a gentle rain. But even if he can't achieve his goal, it's OK to try the water depth first this time. Sooner or later, he will be able to turn the clouds over.

"Think of the sky." A cry came from behind.

Yan Si stopped and turned around: "teacher."

Yan Zilian came over, went with him and said in a low voice, "did you write the poem of your Highness the prince?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "nothing can be concealed from the teacher."

Yan Zilian touched Xu and said with a smile, "that poem is not leaking. Your highness doesn't have such talent. Hexuan is too rigid to do such a thing. Who else can do it except you?"

Yan Sikong made a slightly uneasy appearance: "did the student make a mistake?"

"You have done a good job, and you will do your best to help your highness in the future."

"Students understand."

"That's right." Yan Zilian seems to think of something, "I heard that you have been close to King Shizi of Jingyuan recently?"

Yan Sikong avoided the heavy and took the light and said, "I'm grateful that my son didn't dislike it. I condescend to make friends with my students. We had a drink together."

"Well, not bad." Yan Zilian stood still and patted Yan Sikong on the shoulder. "Sikong, the teacher has high hopes for you. Don't let me down."

"Yes."

Two people walk to the Palace door, see seal wild embrace chest to lean on the wall, obviously is waiting for him.

Yan Si explained in a hurry, "Oh, it's already dark at this time. I just begged my son to give me a ride."

Yan Zilian nodded, arched his hand toward Fengye, and Fengye also saluted back: "Yan Ge is very hard today. Be careful on the way."

"Thank you, Shizi. I'll go ahead."

After Yan Zilian left, Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong aside, narrowed his eyes and said, "what did I say? I asked you to come to me, but you stuck your head outside the palace. How can you find me

Yan Sikong comforted: "I want to go to the place where there are few people to wait for you."

Feng Ye picked an eyebrow: "really?"

"It's true, of course."

Feng Ye snorted: "let's go."

On the carriage, Feng Ye immediately asked, "did you write the little prince's poem?"Yan Sikong is not surprised that everyone can guess. After all, it's not hard to guess. He said, "I'm your Highness's servant. It's my duty to guide your highness."

"Don't do that with me." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "my father said that this party struggle will break out sooner or later, and I don't know where the war will burn. If you are a little servant, you should not go too far."

Yan Si looked at Feng Ye calmly: "what about you? I'm afraid it's hard for his royal highness King Jingyuan to stay out of this. " Feng Jian holds the greatest military power of Da Sheng in a flat hand. Whoever can get his support will be able to hold the crown prince's position. However, he is not inclined to any side at present, which is actually a wise move.

Fengye said: "Fengjia is only loyal to the emperor."

Yan Sikong nodded: "Your Highness King Jingyuan is wise."

The carriage stopped, and Xiao Liu said, "Lord Yan, here you are."

Yan Sikong arched his hand and said, "goodbye."

Ono's bright eyes flickered in the dark, looking at him, but he didn't speak.

Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment. There was a voice in his heart urging him to make a decision. Just after a while, he had the answer and said in a soft voice: "today's banquet without wine is not enough. It's better to Go to my house and have a drink? "

Feng Ye's face looks happy.