After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

The late autumn nights in Shangjing are a bit cool.

Cen Xian leaned his cheek against the back of his hand, the candle on the mahogany table was crackling, shivering from the cold wind coming in through the half-opened window, and there was a big sway from time to time.

Cen Xian didn't seem to notice, the flickering and turbulent fire light fell on his face, he closed his eyes, breathing peacefully, and looked like he was asleep.

He held a white piece in his other hand, and it hadn't landed on the chessboard on the mahogany table.

On the chessboard is a chaotic chess game, which seems to be randomly arranged, white pieces and black pieces are placed together chaotically, and no pattern can be found.

It was already midnight, and Shuo Wang still hadn't come.

Holding a cloak in his hand, Xiao Liu entered the door quietly. He thought he was careful enough not to attract Cen Xian's attention, but he saw Cen Xian opened his eyes when he stepped in.

"What time is it?"

Cen Xian's voice was hoarse, and the warmth of the candle rolled into Xiao Liu's ears.

"Zi Shi San Mo," Xiao Liu replied truthfully, there was no smile on his face when he saw Shuo Wang this morning, but he was worried, "Master, I'm afraid he won't come."

After speaking, he put the cloak on Cen Xian.

Cen Xian is in good health on weekdays, but at the end of the month, he is not in good shape. Xiao Liu was worried that the wind would blow while he was waiting for others, so he went to find a cloak to cover him, and after putting it on, he got up and wanted to close the window.

Cen Xian's cold voice sounded behind him, with a certainty that others could not understand: "He will come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Liu's window was closed, and the window edge was lifted suddenly, and a vigorous figure in night clothes came in from the window!Xiao Liu's expression froze, and the long sword from his waist was pulled out instantly, pointing directly at the throat of the man in black!

The man in black took a few steps back lightly, flipped his right wrist in front of him, clamped the sharp point of the sword with two fingers, restrained the long sword that was attacking him in a thunderstorm, and stretched out With his left hand, he tore off the black cloth covering his face.

"It's me." Under the black cloth was the face of a young man with a weak crown who touched about 21. His pair of peach blossom eyes were as bright as a clear pool in autumn night. It was Shuo Wang, and his voice was full of jokes, "Commander You don’t even care about your own subordinates!”

Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment, then heard Cen Xian say calmly: "He can't beat you."

Cen Xian randomly placed the chess pieces on the chessboard, "You won't hurt him either, since that's the case, it doesn't matter if I don't care."

Hearing this, Xiao Liu put away the sword, and saluted Shuo Wang with a smile, "I've accepted it."

Shuo Wang casually helped Xiao Liu, "Thank you."

Afterwards, he flicked up the night clothes, and sat down on the horse with a golden knife. Under the flickering candlelight, he saw Cen Xian's neck like white jade, slender and beautiful like a crane.

Shuo Wang has seen all kinds of beauties. He lives in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are so many beauties in brothels, both male and female, but none of them can match Cen Xian's beauty.He thought of the sayings passed around by the Great Wei Dynasty today, saying that the current power is in the hands of the government, and the commanders who are in charge of supporting the government are bathed in the blood of virgins every night, so they are so shocking.

However, Shuowang didn't forget that this handsome and fragile person was tied up with a rope and tied him, the number one killer in Suomingmen, back to Jinyiwei.

If he was allowed to fight Cen Xian, he might not be able to please him.

"What is the commander's business?" Shuo Wang looked at Cen Xian seriously with a pair of smiling eyes, waiting for Cen Xian's order.

He leaned slightly, the mahogany table was not big, and with this movement he was very close to Cen Xian, and the lingering bitter fragrance of Cen Xian was lingering on the tip of his nose.

Soon, Cen Xian's voice sounded beside his ears.

"Help me rob someone—Ye Shangshu's only daughter, Ye Yuan."

Shuo Wang's face changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

A few days ago, the corruption of Ye Wenwen, Minister of the Ministry of War, was discovered. In addition, he also used military tactics to traffic in smuggled salt.This matter was found out by King Jing's faction, and the emperor decreed that Ye Wenwen be beheaded, and he sent Ding, a man from Ye's family, as a slave and Ding as a military prostitute.

It's just that today's son is a stupid child who can't speak well, and he is only 13 years old. Who made this decree is still open to debate.

This incident caused a wave of turmoil in the ruling and opposition parties.

But as far as Shuo Wang knew, this Ye Shangshu and Cen Xian had no relationship, so he would pay a lot of money to find someone to save Ye Shangshu's daughter Ye Yuan?

Shuowang unconsciously played with a few chess pieces, and said with a smile, "It shouldn't be difficult for Jin Yiwei to save people."

"It's not difficult, but this matter involves the court, and it's inconvenient for Jin Yiwei to do it," Cen Xian said word by word.

"It's appropriate for people in the Jianghu," Cen Xian stretched out his hand to scramble the chessboard, and put the chess pieces into the chess cup one by one, "Please forgive me, my lord."

"If the young master is unwilling, I will find another capable man."

Cen Xian's voice was cold, but the two sonorous calls were very lingering, lingering like scratching one's ears.

Shuo Wang, who hadn't been called "Young Master" for a long time, was shocked by this sudden address and voice, and dropped a chess piece in his hand.

The sound tickled his ears a little.

Before Shuowang reached out, Xiao Liu picked up the chess piece and put it on the table.

Shuowang pinched his earlobe, feeling a little uncomfortable, his peach blossom eyes reflected the flames, and he couldn't distinguish his emotions. He picked up the chess piece and put it into the chess cup, and praised casually, "The commander made this subordinate , but as careful as a hair."

With a smile on the corner of Cen Xian's mouth, he looked at Shuo Wang with his beautiful eyes, and did not speak.Xiao Liu knelt beside them to serve, and said, "With a commander as good as a master, no matter who is here, he will be careful."

"Under a heavy reward, there must be a brave man. Naturally, the grassroots are reluctant to part with 2 taels of silver." Shuo Wang said, and also made it clear that he was willing to rob. He raised his eyes to look at Cen Xian, and caught Cen Xian's black eyes unexpectedly. Mouli.

At that time, the shadow of the candle was flickering, and Cen Xian's expression was blurred by the flames so that he was not as dull and unkind as in the daytime, and Shuo Wang even had the illusion that those eyes were very gentle.

This illusion reminded him inadvertently of a figure that remained in his memory.

The man was about half a head taller than him, and his face was covered with intricate and ugly red marks that made people feel horrible and ugly at first glance, but his eyes were black, and he looked very gentle to everyone.

Shuo Wang heard Cen Xian cough on the opposite side.

Shuo Wang came back to his senses, looked down at the mahogany table, "When is the Commander going to rob, and what does Miss Ye look like?" Shuo Wang put all the chess pieces into the chess cup, "I hope the Commander will tell you that I will Prepare early."

"In three days' time, the officers and soldiers will take people out of the city, and after leaving Shangjing, they will travel fifty miles outside of Shangjing. There will be no villages or shops in front of them, and you will do it there."

After saying that, Cen Xian seemed to remember something, tapped his index finger on the table, and asked after a while, "Do you have any companions?"

Shuo Wang chuckled, "That's not true." He didn't want to drag other people from the Suo Ming Sect into the court dispute.After all, each of these people in the court has more eyes than the other, and the less people in this muddy water, the better.

Cen Xian was silent for a while, "Since that's the case, then come to my house tomorrow, and I'll take you to meet that Miss Ye family."

Shuo Wang said hello, and then said to Cen Xian with his fists clasped, "That grassroots bid farewell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the edge of the window was lifted, and Shuo Wang had already reached the window sill at some point, a gust of cold wind followed him jumping out of the window sill and blowing in, and then his sleeves fluttered, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only a sliver of night light seeps through the window.

Xiao Liu closed the window, waited for Cen Xian to fall asleep and lit the candle, and the room was completely plunged into darkness.

Cen Xian didn't sleep well that night.

It was common for Cen Xian to not sleep well, and it happened to be late autumn, and when it rained, the heat was taken away.Jin Yiwei's residence is no better than that of the mansion, the quilt is as cold as a piece of cold iron, the air-conditioning brought back his old wounds, there is a cold pain in the joints of the bones, as if they are about to burst from the cold, No matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn't sleep well.

He sleeps and wakes up again and again, perhaps because his thoughts are heavy these days. This night he has dreamed about many things in his youth for a long time. He is playing chess with someone, the game is not over yet, the boy opposite is already sleepy, so ask him to play again tomorrow.

In the dream, he looked at the chess game, looked up and saw the peaceful sleeping face of the young man, and thought sadly that there would be no tomorrow.

Finally, until dawn, Cen Xian got up early, ate some porridge made by the back kitchen indiscriminately, drank some medicine, and went to court.

Shenwu Street is full of horse-drawn carriages entering the palace.

The streets were already bustling with activity, the carriage rolled over the bluestone road slabs, and the autumn rain that hadn't dried yesterday was kicked up and splashed.

On the court hall, civil servants and military generals stood in order according to their ranks. Cen Xian, dressed in a crimson official uniform, stood with Prime Minister Chen Xiangyu and King Jing Wei Chen.

The crimson official uniform made his pale complexion a little ruddy, but because of the relapse of his old illness recently, and he didn't sleep well yesterday, his face still looked sick, and his eyes were very black and blue.

King Jing Wei Chen stood on his left side.At this time the emperor hadn't arrived yet, Wei Chen turned his head to look at Cen Xian, and said maliciously, "The Commander is not in good health, he was stabbed a few days ago, and his complexion doesn't look very good, you should tell him A few days of sick leave is a good time to rest."

Cen Xian turned his head quietly, glanced at Wei Chen with calm pupils, and said calmly, "Your Highness is concerned, but on the Golden Luan Hall and the steps of the Son of Heaven, I hope His Highness will be polite."

Civil and military officials were in the hall, and before the emperor came, they were silent. This was also one of the etiquettes of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Wei Chen's complexion was not very good, he turned his head away and stopped looking at Cen Xian.

The ministers who heard the movement on their side also quietly looked at them, seeing that it was Cen Xian, commander of Jinyiwei, and King Jing Wei Chen, they didn't dare to show their anger, and silently broke into a cold sweat for both sides.

Some ministers couldn't help but think, fortunately Cen Xian is a commanding envoy with high authority, and King Jing can't move him. Otherwise, with his appearance, he might have been taken into the palace by King Jing long ago as a pet.

With King Jing's tossing skills, he went in vertically, and he was afraid he was going to come out horizontally.

But after King Jing kept quiet for a while, the emperor came over.

Great Wei Shengshang is a 13-year-old child, born stupid and ignorant of the world. The Tai Tuo devoted himself to teaching for several years, but he couldn't even write his own name well.

The queen mother led him to finish the work on the dragon seat, and sat behind the curtain behind the dragon seat to listen to the government.

All civil and military officials knelt down together, shouted long live three times and then called thousand live three times.

After the salute, the ministers began to play. Recently, the Great Wei has nothing urgent except the case of Ye Shangshu.It's just that the new Shangshu from the Ministry of War has not been found yet.

All the ministers held their own opinions and discussed for a while, but they didn't discuss why.

The little emperor had a childish expression, sitting on the dragon chair and playing with his crown.Seeing this scene, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites had a mouthful of old blood in his throat, feeling like he was about to choke to death.

The queen mother who was hiding behind the curtain was worried, "Your Majesty, you are in court."

Hearing this, the little emperor obediently put down his hand. He looked down the steps and saw Cen Xian with a pale face at a glance.

He tilted his head and said to the Queen Mother, "Queen Mother, Mr. Cen, is he sick?"

Cen Xian entered the palace frequently, the little emperor recognized him, and would respectfully call him Lord Cen.

The Empress Dowager looked unnatural, looked at Cen Xian, thought for a moment and asked, "Is Cen Qing still in good health?"

Before Cen Xian could answer, Wei Chen took a step forward, bowed and said, "Responding to your Majesty and the Empress Dowager, Lord Cen was stabbed two days ago, and the weather is cold these two days. I'm afraid it brought back old wounds, so his expression is not good." Very good." He tilted his head to look at Cen Xian, his handsome face had an unfathomable and dangerous expression like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, "Is this king right? Master Cen?"

Cen Xian was noncommittal, and his official uniform was worn out by Ling Shuang and Aoxue. He turned his head and glanced at the malicious Wei Chen, and said to the little emperor and queen mother above him, "What King Jing said not bad."

All civil and military officials all looked at them in unison, and even Chen Xiangyu, who was as immobile as a mountain, gave these two a look.

These two are notoriously quarrelsome, but Cen Xian didn't say anything to refute Wei Chen today, how strange!

The little emperor stabilized his crown, with an innocent expression on his face, "Master Cen is ill, why don't you come up and sit with me—"

Now the faces of all the ministers including Cen Xian changed.

The Queen Mother hastily said, "Your Majesty!"

The little emperor looked at the queen mother behind the curtain with grievances, "But Lord Cen is sick, and you will be tired if you stand!"

Wei Chen looked at Cen Xian with a half-smile, the latter still showed no emotion on his face, he knelt down to plead guilty, "I dare not."

Three big characters were floating in the Golden Luan Hall, and all the officials were silent.

Don't dare?

Cen Xian dared to point his sword at the late emperor's head, would he not dare to sit on that dragon chair?

In short, no one in the lower ranks would believe these words.

The empress dowager wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and said aloud, "Since Cen Qing is ill, why don't you take a few days off and rest in the mansion to recuperate your energy, and come back when you recover?" Up to court."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she was wrong again. If she said these words, she might make people speculate more and make Cen Xian unhappy—these words seemed to be caring, but if you savor them carefully, you can see the meaning behind the words. Isn't the outsider clearly dissatisfied with him?The queen mother was so anxious that she was sweating again, and was about to say a few more words to make things right, when she heard Cen Xian say, "I thank the queen mother, Long En, and I will take leave from tomorrow to recuperate from illness."

Wei Chen, who was about to act eccentrically after Cen Xian said that he had nothing to do and could continue to go up, froze for a moment, then frowned.

What's going on with Cen Xian today, and what plans are he planning? Before when he was seriously ill, he had to go to court, but now he seems to be suffering from a cold, and he wants to ask for leave? !

Chen Xiangyu on the other side also had the same thought, they looked at each other across Cen Xian, and then moved their eyes away.

As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.Although the two of them were fighting bitterly, there was a consensus that Cen Xian was an old fox and he could never be trusted.

The Empress Dowager looked around and saw that no one had made a sound, so she hesitated and said "flat body". Shi Shiran, the old fox in everyone's eyes, stood up, and the crimson official uniform hung down on him meticulously.

Only the little emperor was happy, and smiled foolishly at Cen Xian, "Lord Cen, take good care of your illness!"

Cen Xian smiled at the emperor, bowed and saluted, "I would like to obey His Majesty's will."

A court meeting lasted more than half an hour and finally ended. All the officials came down to the Golden Luan Hall in twos and threes amidst the eunuch's high-pitched "Back to court——".

The [-] steps outside the hall were covered with golden light by the sun peeking out from the clouds. As soon as Cen Xian stepped down a few steps, Wei Chen walked around him like a wandering spirit, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?" What the hell idea?"

Cen Xian glanced at him suspiciously, "Didn't your Highness say that I'm sick? I just followed His Highness's wishes and asked for a few days of leisure."

Wei Chen pressed the tip of his tongue against his back molars, feeling a little unhappy, what Cen Xian said was true.

He flicked his sleeves and hurried away from Cen Xian.

Cen Xian squeezed the Jingming acupoint, and was about to go down the steps, when suddenly a youthful voice came from behind him, "Lord Cen!"

When he turned his head, he saw the little emperor wearing a dragon robe running towards him, holding a cloak in his hand. The court ladies and eunuchs behind couldn't catch up with him, and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty! Slow down!" The Empress Dowager was standing on the porch, stomping her feet anxiously.

The little emperor stood still in front of him, the crown on his head kept shaking, Cen Xian frowned tightly, stretched out his hand to hold the crown, and then saluted the little emperor according to the etiquette, but the little emperor followed him. Hanging the cloak on him in a straight posture.

The faces of the ministers who hadn't had time to go far in the future all changed.

Although Cen Xian has the responsibility of assisting the government, His Majesty has always been close to Cen Xian, but if things go on like this, it will end up being bad.

Cen Xian was also taken aback by the little emperor's actions, and warned in a low voice, "Your Majesty!"

The little emperor didn't understand at all, he just fastened the strap of the cloak on his own, and stepped back.He hooked Cen Xian's little finger like a four or five-year-old child, "Master Cen keeps his word, take good care of your illness."

After doing all this, he ran away again, and a group of court ladies and eunuchs followed him and ran away.

Minister of the Ministry of Rites shook his head, his seven orifices smoked with anger, and muttered in his mouth: "What's the deal... what's the deal!"

Then, after meeting Cen Xian's gaze, he snorted heavily, and left in a huff.

Cen Xian blinked his eyes lightly, went down the steps, and went to the Suzaku Gate.

The author says:

This book may be written more slowly... [Vegetable chicken hugging head and crying jpg]

Quietly update...