King's man

In a blink of an eye, it is the summer solstice.The war in the western border has eased.Since Yang Hong brought the reinforcements, the situation of the battle has turned around, and it has been in a stalemate since then, and it will not end for a while.In the palace, Yang Xian's tense heart finally relaxed, and Qingping woke up.But he still stayed in bed all day and couldn't get up.Fatigue, suffocation in the chest, sudden shortness of breath, and easy panic.Ouyangzi replied to Yang Xian, saying that Qingping was suffering from both qi and yin deficiency and qi stagnation due to a long-term illness, and prescribed a prescription to recuperate slowly.His life was finally saved, Yang Xian breathed a sigh of relief.Qingping is hard to bear, she is bedridden every day, and her heart is unavoidably anxious.Although accompanied by the emperor day and night, it is not easy to behave, but he is taciturn, melancholy and uneasy.

Seeing that Qingping has woken up, Empress Chen Huilan secretly relaxed.During this period of time, seeing the emperor eating for him was tasteless and no one was disturbed. In fact, he suffered a lot. She looked worried, worried, and dejected.When had she ever seen him be so considerate to her?Even if it was only once, she would have no regrets.but not.Only children are a comfort.The little princess is more than half a year old, and she is starting to babble.The little face is pink and tender, and the eyes are always watery. When you see it, you can't help but want to hug it.Every time Chen Huilan hugged her, her little mouth turned up and she smiled happily.Chen Huilan felt infinitely relieved, full of love and affection for the child.

Sometimes, Chen Huilan would also take the little princess to the Hall of Cultivating Heart.Seeing the cuteness of the little princess, Qingping fell in love with it again, tried her best to sit up and let the little princess play beside him.But it won't last long, only for a moment, Qingping will be so tired that she can't hold on, she can't breathe, and she still lies down.It's strange to say that the little princess is afraid of the emperor, so she never lets him hug her, but she is very obedient when she is by Qingping's side.Seeing this situation, Yang Xian felt relieved.After experiencing this life and death, he put aside the past, and felt that as long as they can live together well, the rest is not important.Seeing him happy makes him happy too.When thinking in this way, looking at the little princess again, I feel that she is somewhat similar to Qingping, both white and beautiful, with handsome eyebrows and eyes.Chen Huilan didn't think so.She secretly looked at Yang Xian, Qingping and the little princess, and felt that they were not alike.The little princess's eyebrows and eyes are as pretty as that of Concubine Mei, but she always feels that she can see Yang Xian's shadow from the side of the little princess, but she thinks in her heart that she cares too much about that person, so she looks everywhere for his expression, and is secretly shy, no words.

Sometimes, Du Jinghong would still present a piano in the evening, but she rarely appeared in the Hall of Cultivating Heart.Occasionally Qingping sees Lanling, and when she asks about his recent situation, she always smiles and doesn't answer, and only advises him to rest easy and recuperate.Qingping always feels that Lanling is not the same as before, but she acts more and more like Du Jinghong, calm and calm.It's just that he didn't know that when he returned to Meixue Palace, Lanling was still the same Lanling as before, chirping like a magpie and laughing non-stop.

Even Yu Wanying came once, Qingping would fall asleep sometimes, and sometimes her mind would be distracted, he remembered that time very clearly.At that time, Yang Xian was holding a book and reading in front of the bed, and the cicadas outside the window were very lively. On a summer afternoon, Qingping felt a little sleepy, and was about to fall asleep in a daze, when she heard a voice asking: "Are you asleep?" The voice was very familiar, and Qingping woke up instantly, excited for a moment.When he opened his eyes, it was Yu Wanying.She was talking to Yang Xian.Yang Xian looked up at him, Yu Wanying followed Yang Xian to look at him, and then met Qingping's eyes. "I thought you were asleep!" Yu Wanying said with a faint smile.The voice is also nice, but still different from that person.A thought flashed through her mind, and Qingping looked back at Yu Wanying again, and found that her eyes were more lively than before, and felt more like flowers. "Missing Lao Niang." Qingping replied, her voice was limp and feeble.

Seeing that Qingping is so haggard, Yu Wanying is also worried that Murong Su is in such a desolate place in the western region, and she doesn't know what to do. "You can take care of it at ease, it will be fine!" Yu Wanying said, but she didn't know how to comfort him.Just quietly looking out the window.

"Your Majesty, it seems that you have been busy a few days ago, but there is good news in the western region?" Qingping was still struggling to speak, and he spoke very slowly, although he tried his best, his voice was still soft.Yang Xian looked at his weak appearance, but couldn't bear it. "Don't worry about these things, it's enough to recover from your illness with peace of mind!"

"I want to share Your Majesty's worries, and also share His Majesty's joy." Qing Ping looked at Yang Xian and said stubbornly.In fact, he knew that Yu Wanying was worried about Murong Su, and he also wanted to help her find out the current situation in the western region.

"At present, the two sides are at a stalemate. Yang Hong and Murong Su are planning to go out of Shanyue Pass, fight with Xixiong soldiers, and take back Fucheng. Whether we win or lose depends on this time." Yang Xian said, but looked away from Qingping. Moving away, he glanced at Yu Wanying, "Fortunately, there have been no casualties among our generals so far."

After hearing this, Yu Wanying still looked out of the window, but she didn't see any change in her expression.The cicadas outside the window are singing joyously, one after another.The people in the room were speechless.Yang Xian was still reading, and Qingping also looked out the window.Yu Wanying resigned. "Is there anything missing in Yueying Garden, tell me, and I will order someone to send it there!" Yang Xian looked at Yu Wanying's leaving figure, and felt pity suddenly in his heart.Yu Wanying paused, then turned around and said, "Thank you for your concern! The Empress manages the harem very well, and there is no shortage." After speaking, she turned around and left.

After Yu Wanying left, Qingping felt an inexplicable melancholy and loss in her heart.In fact, he had been vaguely expecting someone to come, but that person never showed up.After all, he was uneasy.What is she doing now?Knowing that she was hurt, did she feel sorry for herself, even shed a tear?Or does she still hate him and hope he never gets well?No, don't let her be sad, don't let her cry.Let her hate herself, if she can't get better anymore, maybe she will be happy to see it.Maybe, maybe she has forgotten herself, thinking that her own life and death have nothing to do with her, she won't care or care...

Chu Xi was sitting in front of Luohong Pavilion in a daze.The westward sun shines on the crystal on the roof of the pavilion, and the sunlight is projected on the water, making it bright.Chu Xi stared at the bright light obsessively, but she didn't feel the heat.How long has it been since I danced, she thought.At that time he led her to dance lightly, they never spoke, but the tacit understanding between raising hands and feet, the understanding in a look, can only be understood but not expressed in words.How pleasant it was at that time, the dancing sleeves were swaying wantonly, dancing to the full of spring breeze.Under his guidance, she felt infinite freedom, like flying against the wind, like a fairyland in the sky.He was obviously gentle and considerate to her.How long ago was that?She stretched out her hand in front of her eyes, her ten fingers were slender.The nails are pointed and the powder is light.Such beautiful nails are like peach blossoms.Chu Xi put her hands in the water, and her hands became softer and more beautiful.Take out your hand, palm down, the water flows down the long nails, and merges into droplets at the tip of the nails, one drop at a time.drop.Drops on the water surface, rippled slightly soft waves.Chu Xi was fascinated by the water, she took off her shoes and socks, and walked into the water, the water was warm and cool, clear and shallow, just below her ankles.She lifted her foot and took a few steps, and the water always seemed to be lingering.She squatted down, and the pink dress was soaked in water, making it more tender and brighter.She bowed a handful of water, raised it up, the water flew up, and then fell again, dotted and fell into the water.The bright spot cast by the sun rippled along with the water.Chu Xi put her head into the sunlight, and looked up at the roof of the building. The crystals under the sun were crystal clear and dazzing.She couldn't help lying on the surface of the water, her pink clothes floating in the water, and her long black hair scattered in the water, neat and smooth.The water submerged her jade legs, soft and soft to the touch.The water poured over her fair and fragrant shoulders, moist and soft.The surface of the water drew a line from her forehead to her chin, and the facial features that exposed the surface of the water were exquisite, glamorous, unsurpassedly beautiful, icy and pure, and charming.The eyebrows are light.The pupils are clear.Luscious red lips.The chin is delicate.Tears gradually welled up in those eyes, and the tears slipped from the corners of the eyes, slipped into the water quietly, and disappeared without a trace.

In July, the heat is flowing, and the heat is gradually disappearing.Qingping was still dragging her helpless body, lying on the sickbed.Yang Xian was still guarding him.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Wang Quan shouted and ran in. "What's the matter?" Yang Xian asked, seeing that he was out of breath but smiling, he knew it was a happy event.

"Your Majesty, we have won the battle!" As he spoke, he handed the feather to Yang Xian.

Yang Xian took the letter and hastily opened it to have a look, sure enough.But I read in the letter: In the battle outside Shanyue Pass, Murong Su and his ministers flanked each other and defeated Xixiong's army.After a little rectification, the class teacher will return to the court today. "Yi'er, look, our country has won the war!" After Yang Xian read it, he handed the letter to Qingping excitedly, held Qingping's hand, and laughed until tears flowed out.

After Qingping watched it, she was extremely happy, but at the same time extremely melancholy.The joy is that the war is finally won, and people are safe.The melancholy is that I am still like this, and I cannot go to meet and witness that inspiring scene.

When the news of the victory came, everyone rushed to tell each other, and it spread all over the streets and alleys of Yidu in an instant, and the people in Yidu were all excited.The well-known Qianxiang Restaurant in the capital held a free banquet for one day to celebrate.The Wangzui Tavern in the city also rewards guests for three days, and drinks are free to drink.Thousands of households in the capital are all overjoyed. Needless to say, those whose families have joined the army, even those who have no one will not miss the excitement.Neighbors help each other, which is more lively than festivals.

Ever since the news of the victory came, everyone was looking forward to the return of the army.They waited and waited, waited for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then September for the news that the army had arrived outside the city.Dong Wang Yang Hong led his army to camp ten miles outside the city, waiting for the emperor to pick him up.

Yang Xian was also radiant, and ordered people to prepare wine and meat, and waited for the next day to go outside the city and hold a banquet to celebrate.This day, for the whole afternoon, he was so excited that he couldn't sit still.Although he was still sitting in front of Qingping's bed, Qingping knew that his heart had long gone.In fact, his heart is the same as his, but unfortunately, he can't accompany him tomorrow.He has been in bed for almost half a year, he wants to go out for a walk, he wants to see those people, he wants to drink with them, he wants to sing with them!he thinks.Unfortunately, he can't.Thinking of this, he became more and more depressed.

Yang Xian, who was happy and in high spirits, suddenly caught a glimpse of Qingping. Seeing his dejected expression, he was taken aback for a moment, and after recollecting it, his heart was heavy with grief.He said he would accompany him no matter where he went.He said he would always protect him.Why can't he recover for a long time?Didn't Ouyang Zi say that conditioning and conditioning will slowly recover?Why is his Yi'er bedridden, unable to ride a horse, drink alcohol, or sing... Yang Xian leaned down and hugged Qingping, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely cure you!" Two tears fell from the corners of Qingping's eyes, He stretched out his arm and embraced Yang Xian.In fact, he wanted to hug him tightly, but he didn't have the strength.

The sound of footsteps outside the window woke Yang Xian up, and he sat up straight.Suddenly that person walked in, it was Du Jinghong.Just as Yang Xian was about to speak, Du Jinghong said first, "Cousin, I have something to discuss, can you come over?"

Yang Xian glanced at Du Jinghong, then at Qingping, and said, "Cousin, let's talk here. You all go down and close the hall door."

Du Jinghong looked at Qingping and sighed.Yang Xian was surprised, his cousin was always more relaxed and calm than others, and he had never heard her sigh. "What's the matter with my cousin, but it's okay to talk about it!"

Du Jinghong looked at him worriedly, and for a moment, his eyes turned calm. "Cousin, go to hold a banquet tomorrow, be careful."

Yang Xian looked at Du Jinghong solemnly, with surprise on his face. "What does my cousin know?"

"Cousin was almost killed twice in Xishan, didn't you suspect Dongwang?" Du Jing's red and blue eyes flashed, making Yang Xian's heart shudder.

"I've thought about it, it can't be him. If it's someone else, I still believe it, but I don't believe it. Does my cousin have evidence?" Yang Xian thought for a moment, then Fang said.

"There is no evidence. But cousin, although Yang Hong seems to be indifferent to politics, he will appear in the end every time something happens in the court. It is possible that he has no intention to participate in politics. This is just a gesture. This is very suspicious. The second point , Looking back on these two incidents, everything was done impeccably. Which of the major families in the capital has this strength, except for Chen Shihai, the royal family of generations of nobles, only the East King. The royal family has never been involved in politics. The daughter of the assistant minister is the harem Lord, he has such strength and has no such motivation. Only Yang Hong is suspicious. Third, the victory in this battle shows that Yang Hong does have some talent, and, from the past, he also has a certain influence in the court power. That’s the most important thing”

"I asked him to help me. Even though he has such ability, he doesn't have the heart." Yang Xian said.

"Cousin, politics doesn't just look at people's hearts. Sometimes, current events are compelling." Du Jinghong said, seeing Yang Xian's expression of hesitation, she took the opportunity to add: "Cousin, take precautions before they happen. Change Don't let the army enter the city when the merits are awarded, and only invite Yang Hong, Murong Su, and He Ping. Afterwards, Yang Hong will be imprisoned in the palace."

After Yang Xian heard this, he was overwhelmed with thoughts.The cousin's words do have some truth. Before, he thought Yang Hong's heart was open, but now thinking about it, there is something suspicious about it.However, meritorious ministers are not rewarded and anti-ban, and it is difficult for everyone to agree.Yang Xian recalled the story of the first emperor's ascension to the throne. It was the old Eastern king who saved him on the battlefield, so he was disqualified and it was the first emperor's turn.If I do such a sorry thing to Yang Hong again, what kind of appearance will I have in history in the future.

Qingping kept looking at these two people.He knew that he must not speak.

"Cousin, make a decision early. Don't be afraid of [-], just in case!" Du Jinghong said again, looking closely at Yang Xian.Yang Xian raised his head to look at Du Jinghong, only to feel that her blue eyes were clear and calm like a deep pool.The cousin will definitely not harm him, he knows this.only. "Cousin, let me think about it again."

well!Du Jinghong sighed again, turned and left.

On the second day of October in the tenth year of Xihe, the Pingguo army returned from a victorious battle. Yang Xian held a three-day banquet in the barracks ten miles west of Yidu City to reward the army.The sergeants finally returned to their hometown with high morale. Looking back on the time when they went out half a year ago, they were even more emotional.One is the companion who died on the battlefield in pain, the other is the one who survived a narrow escape and finally recovered his life, and the other is the return of victory, and there are countless rewards.There is also the friendship of life and death.Now I finally have a chance to relax, and I can't help but sing and have fun, and I won't get drunk after a thousand glasses.Sing the hardships of war, sing the sweetness of life, drink the pain of death, and drink the joy of returning home.

Yang Xian was very moved, but all those who came back from the battlefield had bravely killed the enemy to gain life for themselves, no matter how big or small the military exploits were, no matter how old or young, no matter how high or low the military rank was, they were all heroes.He even felt a little regretful that he hadn't been able to lead the conquest in person.So, now he can only stay out of the way, watching them rejoice, and watching them hug each other without any closeness.He could clearly feel that he did not belong to them.Sometimes, he really wanted to be one of them, the kind of warmth he never had the chance to enjoy.yes!They worked very hard on the battlefield, but they had the belief in their hearts to return home victorious, and there were parents, wives and children who cared about them in their hometown.As long as they win the war, as long as they can return smoothly, they can return to that warm home. They have family members and care.But he, the emperor, has nothing.Looking at them toasting and drinking happily, Yang Xian felt extremely lonely.He thought of Qingping who was lying on the sick bed, and he was the only one who would care about him.he thinks.I will definitely heal you when you go back.

Yang Xian was meditating, and a voice from the crowd shouted: "This is the night of victory, this is the night of peace, let us let go of everything on this night, no grudges, no harm! Let this night, we are all Brother, let's have fun!" Yang Xian looked at the person calling, Murong Su.He is full of pride and affectionate eyes.Is this the person who asked him with a stern face in front of the court, "Your Majesty has no heirs, why did you raise a male pet privately"?

"Oh! Oh! Oh——" Thousands of people responded to him, and the deafening shouts rushed into the vast and endless night sky.

"Your Majesty, I respect Your Majesty for a glass!" Murong Su came to him with a wine glass.Yang Xian looked at him, only this person was still so gentle, calm and confident.Is this man a brother?Yang Xian asked in his heart.It's victory night, just let it be, we're all brothers. "Brother Huang has worked so hard, I will reward you heavily!" Yang Xian raised his glass and drank it down.