After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Soon it will be April.

It is rainy during the Qingming season, and there is a patter of rain in the upper capital, and the land in the outskirts is muddy and soft, not only leaving marks, but also squeezing out water.

Wei Changle was wearing a plain white top and light blue bottoms, walking in the suburbs, Ling Yun was still following her, carrying a small basket of paper money and incense, holding an umbrella for half a step to the eldest princess.

It was Qingming day, and the royal nobles all went to the emperor's mausoleum, but Wei Changle didn't follow, but brought Ling Yun to the mass grave.

It's raining, and because spring is getting warmer, the Mass Burial Mound is extremely smelly.

The golden and jade princess didn't care about this at all, as if she didn't smell or see it, she just stepped on the muddy water, and the mud splashed on her skirt;

There is a small tomb not far from the mass grave.

Wei Changle squatted next to the small grave, lit paper money with a fire pocket, lit two sticks of incense, and stuck them on both sides of the grave.

There is no stele on this grave, looking lonely, Ling Yun took out the willow branches he had prepared earlier and stuck them on the grave.

"Lan Xin," Wei Changle said, "The child who fled back then has grown up and looks pretty good, very much like Jing Xin."

"It's just that I still want to kill him. Someone confessed back then. The third brother and you told him the whereabouts of the imperial decree."

"Maybe those servants just confessed indiscriminately just to survive."

"But I would rather kill by mistake than let it go."

"Hey, you're underground, so you should say I'm cruel." Wei Changle got tired of squatting, stood up and walked around the grave, "If you want to settle accounts with me, why don't you disturb me in your dreams?" .”

The solitary grave was silent, only the breeze blowing over Wei Changle's earrings.

Then she smiled brightly, thinking that Liu Hui might not be under this grave.

The fire that year burned the people in King Zhao's Mansion beyond recognition. After seeing the charred corpses, they couldn't tell who was who. The imperial army had to take all these corpses to the mass grave and throw them randomly up.

When Wei Changle arrived, some of the corpses had already been buried by the old people who were working beside the mass grave. She only had time to take away the remaining corpses and buried them next to the mass grave.

Who knows if there is Liu Hui's body inside?

She only stayed here for a while, and then left with Ling Yun.

There are also people in the city who go for outings or worship their ancestors, and there are endless crowds at the gate of the city.

"There is a letter from the Turkic side." Ling Yun intentionally or unintentionally protected Wei Changle, preventing her from being knocked into even a corner of her clothes by the crowd, "They are willing to cooperate with the master, but they still want the master to send Huo Le back with him , but also said that if the master is inconvenient, he will trade with another group of people."

This other group of people is self-evident, it is naturally Jin Yiwei.

"The Turks are greedy," Wei Changle said, "I never thought of sending Huo Le back."

Huo Le is the prince of the Turkic side, how can he let him go back easily?She's going to work hard on this guy.

"It's time to find something for the Commander and King Jing." Wei Changle rolled his eyes, "Otherwise it's not good to always come to trouble me."

"Hole didn't die last time, good luck to him."

"This time, let the dark pavilion be dispatched, and at any cost, I will take the head of Huo Le's neck!"

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In Cen's mansion, Nan Yan and Zi Fu came to look for Shuo Wang again after traveling all the way.

As soon as Nan Yan entered the door, she saw Shuo Wang sitting under the pavilion reading a book, and they hit it off with Zi Fu, and the two attacked together.

Usually, they are like this in Suomingmen, they have to fight each other when they meet each other, and they are beaten to the ground before they stop.

As the strong wind passed through his ears, Shuo Wang subconsciously raised his hand to block the palm on his shoulder, Nanyan turned his wrist, subtly softening Shuo Wang's movement.

The two of them pinched each other, and within two strokes, Shuo Wang lost the wind, hit his back against the pillar, and coughed heavily.

Nanyan and Zifu hurriedly withdrew their hands, Zifu stepped forward to help him, and said carelessly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you so weak, usually you beat us to the ground."

Shuowang took advantage of his strength to stand upright, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved: "Maybe it's Shangjing's Fengshui to support people."

He said in a frivolous tone, "I have been raised and disabled."

"Tsk," Nan Yan was speechless, and then picked up the book he had placed on the table, "This is... the book of war? You still read this?"

"Well, read more." Shuo Wang took the book, "I will serve as a pawn for the commander in the future."

Nanyan and Zifu sighed in unison.

"This time we are here to give you your certificate of honor." Nan Yan said.

"A few days ago, you wrote in a letter saying that you will stay in Shangjing from now on. According to the rules of Suomingmen, you don't accept people from the court, and you don't ask about the affairs of the court. Therefore, the master of the gate asked us to send your name certificate."

Shuowang took the certificate from Zifu and said, "Thank you."

Since then, he has nothing to do with Suo Mingmen.

Alone and clean.

"But if you don't do well in the future, you will be dismissed by the commander," Zifu swiped open his fan, "it's okay to come back again, we will accept you."

Shuo Wang smiled and didn't answer.

"Hey, there is still the bank note you left at Suomingmen, do you really want it?" Nan Yan said again, "It's thousands of taels of silver."

"Don't give me the capital to marry a wife." Zifu covered his face with a fan, and then Nanyan knocked his head, and couldn't stand the "hey yo".

Shuo Wang's peach-blossom eyes slightly bent: "That can't be done, that's my coffin book."

"How old are you?" Nan Yan knocked on his head, "What coffin book do you keep?"

"The things have been delivered," Zifu said. "We should go too. There is still something to do at Suomingmen, so we won't stay."

"See you tomorrow," they said.

Shuowang nodded and said, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

He watched a man and a woman leave side by side, and when he turned around, he saw Cen Xian standing not far away, looking at him.

He didn't know how long he stood there, but the pattering rain wet his green shirt, his black hair was stained with water, and his eyebrows were covered with mist.

Shuowang paused, followed the oil-paper umbrella under the pavilion, and hurried out.

The oil-paper umbrella covered Cen Xian's head, Shuo Wang said, "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

The little mole at the end of Cen Xian's eyes moved slightly, "Forgot."

The rain hit the oil-paper umbrella, making some slight noises. Cen Xian raised his eyes and looked at Shuo Wang for a while. His gaze stayed on the young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes for a while, and then he said, "You even prepared the coffin for yourself. alright."

Shuo Wang smiled sarcastically: "Just kidding, to tease the two of them."

The implication is to ask Cen Xian not to take it seriously.

Cen Xian clasped his hand: "Let me take you somewhere."

The Cen Mansion is not too big, but although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.Cen Xian led Shuo Wang through the corridor, through a small courtyard, and soon arrived at a room in the corner of Cen's residence.

The house has been neatly repaired, and there are two lush Magnolia trees planted in front of it.

Cen Xian pushed open the door, Shuo Wang looked up and was stunned for a moment.

In the center of the room are enshrined four tablets, which belong to King Zhao, Princess Zhao, Lin Shu and Shuo Wang's mother, Lin Jiaoniang.

He stayed there for a while, and heard Cen Xian say: "After Lin Shu died nine years ago, I was appointed as the commander of Jin Yiwei, and the late Emperor gave me this mansion."

"I set up a shrine here."

Among the four memorial tablets, except for Lin Shu, none of the corpses could be recovered, and the tomb was not easy to set up, especially King Zhao's.

Therefore, an ancestral hall could only be built in the corner of the mansion.

Cen Xian shared two sticks of incense from Shuowang, and the two bowed three times and put the incense on the incense burner in front of them.

After worshiping, Cen Xian knelt down in front of these tablets.

Shuo Wang glanced at Cen Xian, and his eyes met. He vaguely knew what Cen Xian was bringing him here for. For a while, his throat was dry and the smell of rust wafted up, as if he was full of blood.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, Cen Xian had already opened his mouth: "The high hall is above, and the heaven and the earth are witnesses."

"Ah Shuo and I are married today."

"Birth is the same quilt, death is the same acupuncture point."

The voice echoed throughout the ancestral hall, and the lingering sound lingered.

Shuo Wang felt his heart stopped beating, and his fingertips couldn't stop trembling: "Don't..."

He backed up a few steps and wanted to leave here, but his legs and feet seemed to be filled with mercury and stuffed with a soldering iron, and he couldn't move a step, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

There is no bride here, and there are only four dark memorial tablets in the high hall in front of them, and they are not wearing wedding clothes, Cen is idle in Tsing Yi, and he is wearing a moon-white gown, no matter how you look at it, it does not look like someone in the hall look.

The candlelight in front flickered, as if someone was looking at them through the faint light.

"One Worship"

Shuowang's distracted eyes were called back by Cen Xian's call, he still stood still, watching Cen Xian folded his hands with red eyes, and bowed in front of him.

I can't... Shuo Wang thought, I can't...

Can't what?

His flustered and beating heart was unwilling to say what he said later, as if his tough reason and intense emotion were tightly entangled, and he couldn't tell the winner, so he only had an ambiguous "can't".

But Cen Xian would not give him too much time to think about it.

The command makes this person always act domineeringly sometimes, so that no one has the opportunity to refute and retreat.

"Second Worship Hall"

Cen Xian's voice was calm and undeniable.

"Happy Couple"

Shuo Wang watched Cen Xian turn around and kowtowed to him without hesitation.

Just at his feet, leaning over, resting his forehead on the back of his folded hands.

This posture is like... Cen Xian is begging him.

Shuowang gritted his teeth and exhaled heavily.

He couldn't, and he didn't dare.

But Cen Xian was right in front of him, begging for a... Husband and wife bow to each other.

"Ah Shuo," Shuo Wang heard Cen Xian's voice, "Don't you want to?"

It's not unwillingness, Shuo Wang's vision is blurred.

After not getting an answer for a long time, Cen Xian straightened up, then stretched out his hand and pulled Shuo Wang's sleeve.

He didn't have much strength, but Shuowang lost his strength, and knelt down on the soft mat in front of him, his spine seemed to be crushed, hanging down weakly.

Forehead against forehead.

It can also be regarded as a couple's worship.

Cen Xian's voice was very low: "They are both husband and wife...why didn't you even give me a title?"

"Don't save the coffin book...let's keep it as a dowry."

Shuo Wang was shaking like chaff, he tilted his head slightly, thinking that Cen Xian was really cunning and hateful, and he would not even give others the chance to refuse.

He took a few deep breaths, finally regained some strength, and bit the corner of Cen Xian's lips half sadly and half venting his anger.

left a red mark.

The author says:

Cen Xian: If I ask you to marry, you will marry, don't force me, don't talk nonsense, kneel to me! !