Ye Tan catches three-color dust

In the 20th year since the founding of Dongyu, the people have escaped the chaos of war and lived and worked in peace and contentment. Dongyu has gradually become stronger and prosperous. Admired.

In the study room, a man in a white brocade robe sat behind the desk, with a pen in his hand, and the vigorous and majestic characters appeared on the paper.

The man has a handsome appearance, a tough outline, a pair of dark and deep eyes on the bridge of his high nose, and a cold and frightening chill on his calm expression, making it easy for people not to look directly at him.

A person fell down in front of the desk with a scuffing sound. He was dressed in black, his face was masked, and his breath was messy.

"master."

Yu Shishi's voice was no longer as calm as before, but there was a slight tremor, "This subordinate... fulfilled his mission."

He took out a stack of letters from his pocket, and handed them to his master who didn't lift his eyes, "This is a letter between King Qian and Prime Minister Zhou Huaijiang of Nanyue."

After lurking in Nancheng for a few months, Yu Shiyi has already investigated the potential king Fang Mian inside and out, and brought back all the evidence that can directly convict the potential king of exterminating the nine clans, and presented it to his family master.

Shang Yuhen kept writing, took the stack of evidence of the potential king Fang Mian's collusion with the enemy and treason with one hand, and casually threw it on the table.

"Do you have something to say"

Yu Shishi's face paled instantly.

Shang Yuhen didn't show any signs of anger, but Yu Shishi was terrified.

"Subordinate..."

In the past few months of spy experience, in addition to perfectly completing the task, Yu Shiyi also did one thing that a secret guard should not do.

Shang Yuhen put down the brush, leaned back slightly against the back of the chair, and waited for the dark guard who lost his composure to continue.

There was a flash of struggle on Yu Shishi's face, and finally he closed his eyes in a slump.

"The subordinate is willing to suffer any punishment."

As a dark guard, he shouldn't be too close to anyone, but he and Yanqi... Although they still completed the task this time, they couldn't maintain a calm heart. For the dark guard, it was a big taboo.

Shang Yuhen glanced at him,

"You are going to betray the king"

"Do not!"

Eleven quickly shook his head,

"The subordinate has never done anything to betray the master, and will never do so."

No matter how his mentality changes, he will never do anything that may endanger his master.

This is his belief and the only reason for a hidden guard to exist.

The secret guard, who has always been calm and rigorous, can't even control his breath now, but Shang Yuhen didn't say anything, only saying,

"The king knows. Go down and rest."

Yu Shishi was his secret guard, who had followed him for many years. Although Shang Yuhen was indifferent by nature, he valued Yu Shishi very much.Originally, Shang Yuhen's purpose of sending Yu Shishi away was to get rid of the King of Qian, but now he didn't say anything and just let Yu Shixi go down to rest.

Eleven suddenly raised his head, staring in shock at his master whose expression hadn't changed at all.

The master's plan can't tolerate any mistakes, but now he didn't say anything about his relationship with Yanqi, it's just... unbelievable.

Shang Yuhen frowned, "Why don't you understand me?"

"...The subordinate will retire."

Hiding the turmoil in his heart, the black figure quickly disappeared into the study.

Shang Yuhen looked calm, picked up a letter and opened it.

After reading the contents of the letter at a glance, a hint of meaning flashed across his deep eyes.

It seems that it is not easy for merchants to sit in Dongyujiangshan.

knock --

Someone knocked on the door lightly, and the regular rhythm showed that he was the guard in charge of the letter.

Putting down the letter in his hand, Shang Yuhen looked at the bowed guard with a calm tone,

"what's up?"

"My lord, this is the letter from Flying Pigeon that I just received from Fengling City."

This is the third time this month.Every time there is news from Fengling City, it means that there is another terrible wound on that person.

In order for Shi Bajiu to take good care of the young master, the master actually ordered Shiba to draw the same scar on Shiji's body no matter what injury the young master suffered.Poor Shi Jiuyi is good at martial arts, but he is always greeted by knives and cannot fight back.

Shang Yuhen still had no expression after reading it, but said lightly,

"Where is the princess?"

"Back to the prince, today is Fengyang's annual talent competition, and the princess is competing with others on the stage."

"Bullshit!"

Shang Yuhen scolded with a flick of his sleeves, and immediately led the people to the arena in the center of the city.

On that side, Shang Qiuruan won ten players in a row, and felt a little complacent. She thought that this princess is really talented, and there are few enemies in the world. She was about to let the well-known girls Qinru and Qinru play on stage, when she caught a glimpse of her from the corner of her eye. Outside the crowd, the man in white who was standing with his hands behind his back turned pale with fright. He didn't care about being in the ring at the moment, turned around and jumped down, fleeing in a hurry.

It's a pity that she is a girl, spoiled and not good at martial arts, so she couldn't possibly escape from the hidden guards beside King Mo, but she was caught in a moment and taken to the small courtyard where Shang Yuhen lived temporarily.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Shang Qiuruan had no choice but to give in pitifully, and took measures of consolation, not caring about her dignity as a princess, and threw herself on the ground hugging Shang Yuhen's leg and begged bitterly,

"Uncle Emperor, please, give me another three days. After three days, I will give you an answer no matter what."

She opened her big watery eyes and looked at him pitifully, full of expectation.

Unmoved, Shang Yuhen raised the teacup to his mouth, took a sip,

"The emperor's order is hard to break. It is better for the princess to return to the palace as soon as possible."

His expression was indifferent, and he was not moved by the fact that kneeling at his feet was Dong Yu's much-loved little princess.

Shang Qiuruan sat down slumped, the hand holding Shang Yuhen's clothes could no longer exert any strength, and said sadly,

"Actually, uncle, why are you afraid that I will run away? I fled the palace privately and made such a big commotion in Fengyang. I just want to gamble whether he has me in his heart. If he doesn't show up like this, it's up to me. , what difference does it make to marry anyone else"

She looked at the man with an indifferent expression in front of her teary eyes, with resentment and sympathy, "Uncle, I know that you also have a loved one, but you can't stay together for various reasons. Giving me time is like giving yourself a chance. Let’s see if it’s man’s decision to conquer nature, or destiny’s destiny, okay?”

Shang Yuhen's hand holding the teacup paused, and the tea in the cup spilled, but he wiped away the spilled water as if nothing had happened, put the cup back on the table, and slowly lowered his head to look at the woman in front of him, his deep eyes darkened a bit.

Shang Qiuruan was always afraid to look at him, but this time he plucked up the courage and did not look away.

Those deep and quiet eyes are like a millennium cold pool, cold and clear, and bottomless, but in the depths that are easily invisible, they seem to be filled with light, as if all the joys and sorrows are hidden. Behind this layer of light-colored light curtain.

Some people are sad, and they can show it without any scruples, crying and making a fuss; but some people, even if the pain has been pierced to the bone, you can't find a trace of it on his face, and he is so strong.

Shang Qiuruan was stunned for a moment.As indifferent and heartless as the emperor's uncle, does he also have so many unknown emotions?

Shang Yuhen slightly curled the corners of his lips, there was no smile, but endless coolness.

"Who told you that I have someone I love"

Shang Qiuruan's body froze, and a chill spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body.

"Uncle Huang... calm down. Qiu Ruan is talking nonsense, please don't blame Uncle Huang."

"whispering sound."

He uttered an unintelligible sneer,

"Since you like to bet, how about I make a bet with you?"

Shang Qiuruan lowered his head in fear.

I began to feel a little regretful in my heart. If I had known that I would meet such a terrible uncle, even if I killed her, I would not choose to expose my traces to test the man's sincerity.

She didn't know that the person she was thinking of was actually not far outside the house just now, but unfortunately he stopped outside, and even left without hesitation at this moment.

Shang Yuhen did what he said, and gave her three days, saying that as long as the person she was waiting for had the ability to take her away, he would protect the matchmaker for them in front of the emperor.

Then, he threw the person into the Songguan Tower.

Not to mention whether Shang Qiuruan can get his wish under the almost overbearing building rules of Songguan Building.

That day in the courtyard, after Shang Qiuruan left, Yu Shishi quietly appeared beside the master, and reported in a low voice,

"Master, just now two people with strong martial arts came outside, and they seem to be following us. They have left now."

Shang Yuhen nodded.

Although he came out this time because of the emperor's order to bring Shang Qiuruan back to Beijing, he still had his own affairs to attend to, so he only asked Yu Shishi to pay more attention.As long as others don't come to provoke him, he naturally doesn't want to make more troubles.

☆、Chapter 3

"Father, I like you..."

The drunken-eyed young man tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked at the man in front of him, expressing his deep-seated feelings through alcohol.

The handsome and steady man's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out to support the unstable boy.

"Ye'er, you're drunk."

Even if the person who poured out his love to him in front of him was someone he raised as a son, his indifferent expression never changed.Just like the silent sea, no matter how rough the undercurrent is, the sea surface is always calm.

"I'm not drunk!"

The young man threw himself into the man's arms, hugged his neck tightly, closed his eyes and let the tears wet the man's skirt,

"I'm not drunk! What I said is true! Father, you don't know how much I like you, how much I love you. Even if everyone says we can't be together, I don't care! As long as you love me too I!"

The always obedient and obedient boy is like a stubborn bull out of control, weeping and repeating his feelings for the man over and over again, as if this can make him like himself.

The man's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his tone increased.

"Ye'er, I am your adoptive father."

…………

Adoptive father!

In the darkness, the sleeping person suddenly sat up, holding the quilt and panting, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The pair of cold and indifferent eyes in the dream made his heart, which was familiar with the pain, throb again.

"What's wrong, young master?"

Someone quietly appeared in front of the bed, bowed his head and asked softly the person who hadn't recovered.

Yu Yetan turned his head and saw through the faint moonlight that the person beside him was his secret guard.

"It's okay, it's just a nightmare."

He shook his head, raised his hand to cover his heart, the almost suffocating feeling was still there.

Rubbing between his eyebrows, he lay down again, but did not close his eyes again.

Yu Shiba carefully tucked up the quilt for him, and retreated lightly.

Yu Nineteen stood outside the door. Seeing Eighteen come out, he looked at the closed door and asked softly, "How is the young master?"

Yu Shiba shook his head, "The young master often has nightmares, it's not like you don't know about it."

Seeing his helplessness, Yu Nineteen couldn't help crying, shook the secret letter in his hand, looked pitifully at his brother,

"Why am I always the one who's hurt"

eighteen"……"

Silently turning his head to look at the door, Shiba sighed helplessly.

I hope the young master will understand as soon as possible, and stop taking his own safety seriously.

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As Dongyu's largest population market, it goes without saying that Songguanlou, located in Pingguan City on the northwest border, has a strong background.Although it belongs to Dongyu, it has a vague feeling of overlord.The so-called mountains are high and the emperor is far away, usually the imperial court would not come here, and Song Guanlou's actions became more and more unscrupulous.

Even if Shang Yuhen is a prince, he can't get too much preferential treatment in Songguanlou, but he not only threw the emperor's precious sister, Princess Qiuruan, into Songguanlou, but also took people there with him. It's as common as going in and out of your own backyard.

The two stewards of the Songguan Building are a pair of sisters. The older sister Lang Shenshen is the owner of the Songguan Building on the bright side. There should be big and small affairs.

Today is the annual first-level auction of Songguan Building, and at this moment, the rarely seen landlord Lang Shen is meeting guests in the teahouse on the third floor.Opposite her, sat a man with a handsome face and a calm and introverted manner. This is the regent king who now holds great power in Beijing, Lord Mo Shang Yuhen.

Langshen was wrapped in a light gauze with an exquisite figure, covered with a gauze, lying soft and boneless on the imperial concubine's couch, with his head supported on one hand, the sleeves slipped down, revealing a wrist as white as jade.

"The girl sent by the prince a few days ago was taken away two days ago. Shenshen followed your order and did not stop you. Now the girl is with her sweetheart, but sweet very."

She glanced at the man across the way as if she didn't know anything, smiled lightly, and her eyes rolled around, charming Tian Cheng.

She thought that Shang Yuhen paid so much attention to that girl's affairs, it must have a lot to do with him, she might be Shang Yuhen's sweetheart, but unexpectedly, Shang Yuhen just glanced at her indifferently, and did not reveal her imaginary look,

"What I told you, you just do it well."

The implication is that other things are best left alone.

Lang paused deeply, then smiled coquettishly and said,

"It's natural. Although Songguan Building is a place for business, it's not difficult to send a letter."

Only she dared to say that it was easy to cross the northwest defense line guarded by King Zhuo and send the letter from the capital.

The woman suddenly got up from the couch and sat next to Shang Yuhen, leaned into his arms weakly and bonelessly, touched his skirt with one hand, slid down slowly, and smiled softly,

"The prince is so handsome and unrestrained, I don't know how the daughter of the He family can win the cold and ruthless heart of the prince~"

Shang Yuhen grabbed the slender and soft hand, tightened his fingers, and sneered, "The host must be very pleased that the girl is doing her best."

Lang Shen's expression changed, and the next moment he recovered, he glared at him angrily and withdrew his hand, twisted his body and returned to the imperial concubine's bed, his red lips pursed slightly, as if angry or complaining, "It's really incomprehensible .”

She already had a beautiful face, and because of the inner strength she cultivated, she showed a lazy and charming look in every move, and ordinary men couldn't resist it, but King Mo was indifferent and showed no mercy every time. Even sneering a few words from time to time is really annoying.

At this time, the auction has reached the final stage, the atmosphere in the hall is hot, and the guests are fighting for a sword.

Lang leaned deeply on the couch, lazy and elegant like a kitten just waking up.Hearing the sound of consideration from below, she rolled her eyes and raised a beautiful smile,

"My lord, what do you think of this sword?"

Shang Yuhen didn't want to pay attention to her small thoughts at first, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of the soft sword that everyone was watching on the high platform, and his mind moved.

"Eleven, buy it."

Yu Shiyi, who was in the dark, immediately appeared when he heard the words, bid for Shang Yuhen, and finally bought the sword at a price of 100 million taels.

Lang Shenshen, who hadn't spoken during this period, said quietly, "My lord, if you want the Huanyun Sword, just let me know and offer it with both hands, why bother."

Shang Yuhen didn't even look at her, got up and left here.

Although he didn't say a few words from the beginning to the end, the aura around him was fierce and intimidating.Don't look at Lang's deep smile on Qianxi, but in fact he is not at peace.

When Shang Yuhen walked out of the room and couldn't see her back, she finally relaxed and lay down on the couch, exhaled heavily, and said quietly, "Oh~ what a man, it's a pity that he's a bit hard to get close to."

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Although it was said that it cost money to take pictures of the sword that everyone was looking forward to, there was a small mistake in the process of taking the sword.

Yu Shiyi took a step back, fought the young man in red who was unwilling to be humiliated and fought in Songguanlou, and retrieved the Huanyun Sword.By the way, I bring back a doubt: The young man's face looks familiar, seems to be quite similar to the young master a few years ago?

Shang Yuhen, who left first, went back to the small courtyard where he temporarily stayed, sat in the study and stared slightly at a painting hanging on the wall.

After a while, he spread out a piece of drawing paper, picked up a pen and studied ink.A young man with picturesque features gradually emerged on the blank rice paper.

The young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was standing under a blooming plum tree holding a Samuume, beckoning to the people opposite him, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

Shang Yuhen put down his paintbrush, looked at the boy's bright smile, his cold eyes seemed to soften a little.

He thought about what Shang Qiuruan said when he knelt at his feet that day, and what Cong Langshen said today, and his mood rarely fluctuated.

Will man... win the sky?

When Yu Shishi returned to the yard, Shang Yuhen stood in front of the window with his hands folded, looking at the vibrant flowers and plants outside the window with an indifferent expression.

Quickly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, and reported everything that happened when he took the sword.

It turns out that Songguanlou not only kidnapped people to grab swords, but even put people and swords on the auction stage, which can be said to be unassuming.

Shang Yuhen turned around, slightly surprised,

"You mean, that man's martial arts are much better than those so-called masters"

The masked shadow guard in black lowered his head, his voice was hoarse,

"Yes. It's just that he seems to have suffered internal injuries and cannot fully use his internal strength."

"Is it."

Shang Yuhen said meaninglessly.

Although Yu Shishi is only his shadow guard, he has had adventures before, and his martial arts are only higher than the so-called masters of the rivers and lakes.

I didn't expect that young man to get the approval of Eleven Sentences, which is rare.

But it has nothing to do with them after all.

Now that things are over, he should be ready to return to Beijing.

"How long has it been since the great victory in Liaoyuan?"

he asked suddenly.

The topic changed too quickly, Yu Shishi was slightly stunned, looked up at his calm master, and then replied,

"Half a month."

Shang Yuhen nodded, the sea of ​​stars loomed in his eyes, and a trace of softness flashed past.

"Let's go back tomorrow."

"Yes."

Before Eleven left the room, he hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he returned silently to the dark place to continue guarding.

He didn't tell his master that the young man who fought against him today was handsome, and his outline gave him a very familiar feeling, just like... the appearance of the young master when he grows up.But he didn't want the master to have doubts about the young master because of a similar person.Because that would make the young man who was in love with this man even more painful.

☆、Chapter 4

When Yu Shibasong entered the room with the tray, he realized that Yu Yetan had woken up a long time ago, and was sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his sword, wearing only a casual coat on his body.

Shiba put down the tray and looked at his young master, the famous General Cangyu, who was wearing a robe and was wiping his sword.Under the cloth that was casually draped over her body, there were large and small scars all over her fair skin, and a thick white gauze was wrapped from her right shoulder to the armpit of her left arm, faintly showing a little bit of bright red.

He took the wound medicine and gauze, went to wipe the sword in his hand, but was obviously beside Yu Yetan who was distracted, and asked for instructions in a low voice,

"Young master, change the medicine first."

Yu Yetan nodded, put down the rag and the polished sword, raised his hand and took off the robe that was casually placed on his body, revealing his scarred body.

"Nan Yue retreated?"

"Yes. After the first battle in Liaoyuan, Emperor Nanyue was critically ill, and the second prince was seriously injured. General Ji Wushuang ordered the army to return to the court. Prince Nanyue personally issued an edict and hung a flag of truce."

While Yu Shiba quickly changed Yu Yetan's medicine, he reported what happened in the past few days when he was in a coma.

"That's good. After years of fighting, the people on the border have been miserable, and now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Yu Shiba nodded, the movement of his hands was completed, he stood up and put on the clothes for Yu Yetan, and then packed up the scattered blood-stained bandages.

"The war is over, and the young master doesn't have to work so hard, he just needs to take a good rest."

"I understand." Yu Yetan looked at him apologetically, "I didn't know it before, and I always hurt myself because of my willfulness, which caused you and Shijiu, I'm sorry."

Yu Shiba paused his hands for packing up, and raised his head in surprise,

"you heard that"

Yu Yetan nodded, he didn't expect his adoptive father to give such an order.

He raised his hand to caress the cold mask on his face, and his half-closed phoenix eyes blocked his deep gaze.

Scars... that's all.

Unexpectedly, last night the conversation between the two would be heard by Yu Yetan, Yu Shiba was silent for a moment, and hesitantly spoke,

"Young master, why do you get yourself injured all the time?"

"..."

Why?Why else?

He just wanted to see if that person would still worry about him, would he love him as much as before.

But even if that man forced Nineteen and the others in that way, they had to protect him, but they were unwilling to say a word of concern to him.

Yu Yetan shook his head, he just wanted to see that person's distressed expression.If this kind of thinking is known by that person, I'm afraid he will only think that he is naive.

Unexpectedly, he didn't get an answer, so Yu Shiba didn't dare to ask more questions, so he put the bandages and medicine bottles on the tray, and said goodbye to Yu Yetan.

Now that the war was peaceful, Yu Yetan rested on his wounds for a few days, and took care of the matter of Fengling City's magistrate's collusion with foreign enemies, and ordered his capable subordinates to personally escort him back to Beijing, and leave it to the emperor to decide.

After all, it is a big city and it is on the border. Naturally, there are a lot of post-war affairs, and there are often bandits. Although the daily tasks are not many, they are also very energy-consuming.

While Yu Yetan was recuperating, he handed everything over to three generals, Chen, Qi, and Sang.

In the great victory in Liaoyuan, General Cangyu not only guarded Fengling, but also caught moths that had been in Dongyu's officials for many years. The emperor was overjoyed and ordered General Cangyu to return to Beijing on the same day to award the reward in person.

"Back to Beijing...?"

Holding the metaphorical order, Yu Yetan was slightly absent-minded.

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After Shang Yuhen returned to Beijing, he went to the palace to face the saint as promised, and pleaded for Shang Qiuruan.

It turned out that he made a bet with Shang Qiuruan that day, if the people she waited for dared to break into the almost inaccessible Songguan Building and take her away, he would promise to reject her marriage with Daqi for her.Although the result was a bit unexpected, Shang Yuhen did what he said, and he pleaded for her in front of Shang Qiuyuan.

Since the regent spoke, the young emperor didn't mention what he thought in his heart, so it was naturally difficult to say anything more on this matter.The matter was left at this point, and Prince Daqi was upset when he heard about it, and took him back to the country without saying anything, but for some unknown reason, Princess Ruming stayed in Dongyu.

In just a few days, the dignitaries in Beijing received news one after another that General Cang Yu had set off half a month ago and rushed back to the capital with only two personal guards.

When receiving the news, Shang Yuhen just nodded lightly, and said nothing more.

Yu Shishi thought for a while, and beckoned to Yu Shishi and Yu Shiliu, telling them to rush to greet the young master immediately.

"My lord, the young master is back."

The housekeeper Wang Le knocked on the door with a smile and entered the study, bowing to Prince Mo who was reviewing the memorial.

The hand behind the desk paused, and a red ink spot suddenly appeared on the neatly written memorial.Shang Yu added a few strokes indiscriminately, crossed the original request for approval with a big red cross, closed the playbook, and nodded to Steward Wang.

"understood."

Yunyeju.

Yu Yetan put down his burden and looked at the spotless room with complicated emotions.

How long has he not seen this place.

Everything was still the same as before, even the broken puppet on the low table beside the bed was exactly the same as before he left, lying there quietly, as if it had been forgotten in the cool autumn wind .

"Master."

Someone knocked lightly on the door.

"come in."

Yu Yetan responded.

The servant came in with two plates of exquisite pastries, and bowed slightly to Yu Yetan.

"The lord ordered that the young master must be hungry after traveling all the way, so first use some cakes to cushion his stomach, and then have dinner with the lord after washing up."

Yu Yetan sighed softly.

He is still like this, obviously unintentional, but always so meticulous and thoughtful, how can he convince himself not to indulge in it.

Close your eyes to block the struggle in your eyes, nod to the servant,

"I see, you go down."

"Yes."

After washing all the dust from his body, Yu Yetan walked into the side hall with a little apprehension.

Shang Yuhen had already been waiting at the table, seeing him coming in, his expression didn't change much, and he said lightly,

"coming."

The tone was not at all the delight that Yu Yetan was expecting.

Yu Yetan nodded silently, and sat down beside him across a stool.After five years, he still felt timid in his heart, and he didn't dare to sit next to him like before.

Shang Yuhen didn't seem to notice his small movements, so he said flatly,

"Let's eat."

The attitude seemed to be the same every day before, as if there was no difference in the past six years.

He is no longer the simple crying and fussy look he used to be, but he is still as serious as before, even more indifferent and restrained.

Yu Yetan blankly picked up vegetables to eat, the table was full of delicacies, which were naturally much better than the meals in the military camp, and it made people appetite after seeing it.

It's a pity that no matter how delicious the food is, in his opinion, it's just tasteless.

A pair of chopsticks held a chicken leg and put it into Yu Yetan's bowl.

He looked up at the man opposite in surprise who withdrew his hand, his heart skipped a beat.

he……

"I'll come to the study later."

"……it is good."

Yu Yetan smiled wryly.

After the meal, the two walked into the study one after the other.Shang Yuhen turned into the table and sat down, while Yu Yetan stood still in front of the table.Those long and narrow phoenix eyes that were not blocked by the mask have returned to silence.

"Father."

Shang Yuhen quietly looked at the tall young man, or boy, standing in front of him.

Before the age of the weak crown, he has become a general who commands thousands of troops.

Always rush ahead on the battlefield, and kill the enemy with a long spear without leaving any armor.Ever since he was stationed in Fengling City, Nanyue's army has never been able to take a step beyond the thunder pool.The people in the city got the long-lost peace.

Thousands of soldiers of the Cangyu Army, including the three generals who have different personalities but are equally rebellious, all admired and admired him endlessly.

Few people know that Cang Yu, the calm, wise and courageous general of the three armies, is just a young man who has not reached the weak crown.

At this moment, the young man was standing in front of his beloved adoptive father, reporting the recent major events in Fengling City.

"The lord of Fengling City secretly colluded with foreign enemies and caused trouble. My child has already escorted him back to Beijing. When I left Fengling City, the new city lord had not yet arrived, and all the affairs of Fengling City were temporarily replaced by three generals. After the First World War in Liaoyuan , the second prince of Nanyue was seriously injured and died on the way back to Beijing, and the emperor of Nanyue was critically ill, the eldest prince issued an order for the army of Nanyue to return to the court, and the two countries temporarily ceased fighting."

Knowing that the man is most concerned about the situation in the border town, Yu Yetan opened his mouth to explain briefly.

Shang Yuhen nodded, his expression softened a little.

"You've done a good job. But Prince Nanyue has deep scheming and ruthless means, and Emperor Yueyue happens to be seriously ill, so he has to guard against it."

"Yes. Ye'er understands."

Yu Yetan nodded solemnly.Finally, with some doubts,

"Isn't Prince Nanyue always timid and afraid of getting into trouble, why would his foster father say that he has deep plans?"

"You can't just look at people on the surface. You can see from Ye'er that Empress Nanyue has been out of favor for many years, why did Emperor Nanyue never abolish her empress and set up a new one?"

There have been many years of civil strife in Nanyue, and the second prince has always dominated the first prince. However, because the eldest prince is the elder and heir and has many supporters, the emperor of Nanyue has never dared to make the second prince the crown prince.

Over the years, Nanyue has been constantly at war with various countries, and the second prince has been running around, almost never staying in the imperial city for a moment.

No one knew that Emperor Nanyue had already been taken over by the eldest prince, and he had no real power in his hands.Naturally, the matter of the second prince will not be as simple as dying from serious injuries as seen by the world.

Shang Yuhen sneered in his heart, he must be very proud of successfully hiding it from everyone's eyes and ears.

"Father means, could it be that Emperor Nanyue is afraid of the eldest prince, how is this possible?"

Yu Yetan was surprised, his beautiful eyes were full of disbelief.

In his opinion, Emperor Nanyue is shrewd and capable, the second prince is resourceful and resourceful, but the eldest prince is submissive and timid.How could it be possible for two such outstanding people to be manipulated by a person whom no one has ever seen before?

Shang Yuhen glanced at him meaningfully,

"Ye'er, the most ruthless emperor's family. If the First Prince hadn't learned to hide his strength and bide his time, perhaps Emperor Nanyue would not have allowed him to stay in the world as early as when the Second Prince was born."

Yu Yetan opened his eyes wide, his face under the mask was full of shock!

"He is his own son, how could Emperor Nanyue...?"

Even if he couldn't see his expression, Shang Yuhen could clearly see the emotion in his eyes.

Shang Yu sighed without a trace.

Empress Nanyue was able to stay in the back position because of the strength of her family.After the Nanyue Emperor's power stabilized, he naturally wanted to help the woman he liked and her son to the throne, but how could the eldest prince die with his hands tied.He has waited 20 years for this day.

As far as he knew, the second prince was not ignorant of this.It was entirely of his own accord that he would end up like this.

But Shang Yuhen naturally wouldn't explain these things one by one.

"Ye'er, you don't need to think about these things, you just need to guard Fengling City well."

"……Yes."

Yu Yetan dimmed his eyes and said softly,

"Father, when I left Fengling, I ran into Zhou Ling on the road. But it would only increase the annoyance, and I didn't reveal my identity."

"Yeah. It's my intention for Zhou Ling to be the Lord of Fengling City. If you need anything in the future, just let him do it."

Yu Yetan was surprised, but he didn't say much, but he had a faint doubt in his heart, but he deliberately ignored it.

"Yes. That child..."

He was about to leave, but was stopped by Shang Yuhen.

"Nighter."

Shang Yuhen stood up, and took down a silver-white long sword that dissipated the cold air from the newly added sword stand.

It was the Huanyun sword that was photographed in Songguanlou not long ago.

He handed the sword to Yu Yetan, his cold eyes softened slightly.

"Ye'er, your father may not be in the capital for your birthday this year. I gave you this birthday gift in advance."

☆、Chapter 5

"birthday gift"

Yu Yetan was slightly stunned, and hurriedly took it in surprise.

In the past, gifts were sent by Shang Yuhen to Feng Ling, but this year it was given to him by his adoptive father. How could he not be very pleasantly surprised?

This is a rare silver-white sword, with strange lines engraved on the hilt, like clouds, fog, and nothing at all.The moment it was held in the hand, a cold air quickly spread along the arm, and the originally somewhat chaotic consciousness instantly became clear, as if enlightened.

Yu Yetan knew that this was definitely a magical weapon.

But what he cared more about was Shang Yuhen's other words.

"Where will the adoptive father go when he leaves the capital?"

She frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied.

Although Shang Yuhen holds great power and is protected by a group of powerful hidden guards, he himself does not know martial arts at all.And it was because he was in power that Yu Yetan was even more worried.After all, it's easy to hide an open spear, but it's hard to defend against a hidden arrow. Many people in the court have suffered from him, and they are already dissatisfied with him in their hearts.

On weekdays in the palace of the capital, there are still thieves who don't know whether they are alive or dead come to attack, let alone leave the base camp and stay outside alone.

Speaking of which, Yu Yetan hasn't come back for five years, why is he so "knowledgeable" about the situation in the court thousands of miles away? In addition to often "leaving without permission" and returning to Beijing to pretend to be a secret guard to peep and sneak away to relieve the pain of lovesickness, all of these must Thanks to some hidden guards, I am afraid that the young master will not know how "difficult" the master is and how much he "misses" him. Every time there is news from the capital, he will add details and describe it.I just hope that the young master will stop not cherishing himself so much and implicating someone...

Shang Yuhen didn't know that Yu Yetan's mind was going back and forth, but he also knew that he must be worried about himself. "Beiying's imperial power is changing, and Dongyu will naturally send envoys to show the friendship between the two countries."

"That's it."

Yu Yetan felt a little disappointed.

Originally, on his birthday this year, he wanted to confess his true identity in front of the emperor, tell everyone that he is Yu Yetan, the proud son of Shang Yuhen, and let everyone in the world know that his adoptive father is not only talented, but also The son he single-handedly taught did not embarrass him!

Maybe it was because the disappointment in his eyes was too obvious, Shang Yuhen thought he was going back to the capital for his birthday, but he couldn't accompany him at that time, so he had to soften his voice and said, "Even if the foster father can't accompany you, he will tell Steward Wang Take care of it, hold a big banquet for you, and have a good time."

"No, there's no need for foster father." Yu Yetan waved his hand, "I, I may not come back on my birthday, so forget it."

Although this year he should perform the ceremony of the weak crown, and then he will be an adult who is truly qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with his lover, but if this person is not around, what's the point.

He clenched the Huanyun Sword in his hand, bit his lower lip and said, "Gift...I like it very much, thank you foster father."

"Well, as long as you like it. You are tired too, go back and rest."

Shang Yuhen didn't force it, seeing that he was listless, he asked him to go back to rest earlier.

"...Father...do you have anything else to say to me?"

Yu Yetan struggled in his heart, but he mustered up the courage to ask what was in his heart.Like a child floating in the water, testing the bottom line again and again.

In front of the person he likes, even the iron-blooded man has already turned into a clear spring, so pure that he can't hide a trace of secrets.

He looked nervously at the man's handsome face, staring closely at the slightly pursed thin lips.

He only hoped that that person would stop rejecting him thousands of miles away, even if he let go even a little bit, he would be willing to spend another six years waiting.

Shang Yuhen was silent for a moment, suppressing the emotions that he hadn't intended to reveal just now, and said lightly,

"Ye'er, you are tired, go and rest."

What a familiar phrase.

Ye'er, you're drunk.

Ye'er, you are tired.

As if being beaten with a stick, Yu Yetan showed a bleak smile. The helplessness and heartache on his face were all hidden behind the mask, and he nodded slightly, carefully hiding the emotion in his eyes.

"Yes, foster father."

How could he expect this man to change his mind, let him into his world and understand his thoughts?

Yes, he is really tired.

It took him three years to get used to having such a person around him who would tolerate and love him without a bottom line; it took him four years to gradually fall in love with him in his tenderness and consideration; Dongyu Jiangshan, he spent another six years working hard on the border where bandits and thorns were everywhere, waiting for his approving look and affirmative answer.

But in the end, there is still only this sentence, Ye'er, you are tired.

He didn't know how he got out of the study.

All he knew was that when he came back to his senses, he was already in his room, leaning against the door, as if all his strength had been drained, only the cold long sword was still tightly clenched in his hand.

Yu Yetan slowly drew out the sword body, the Huanyun sword trembled slightly, the cold air seemed to be drawn and became more and more intense, and there was a faint tendency to let go of his hand and fly out.

Yu Yetan's eyes froze, and he looked out of the window sideways,

"Who!"

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Shang Yuhen watched the young man leave the study step by step with steady steps, just like when he left the palace to go to the border, he was reluctant, lost, and with a hint of determination.

Even though the young man held his head high, he felt desolation from that back.

Looking quietly at the young man's back, Shang Yuhen clenched his hands behind his back into fists, and after a long while, he slowly let go.

A trace of almost imperceptible blankness flashed across the indifferent handsome face, and he slowly raised his hand to caress his heart, where there was a burst of heartbeat