After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Jiang Lian turned around, and the first thing he saw was a streak of light blue.

It was wrapped in a black cloak, with only a little color showing from the waist, and it went straight into Jiang Lian's eyes.

He looked at the white for a long time, and another color suddenly broke into his eyes, and Jiang Lian blinked agitatedly.

After a while, Jiang Lian looked up along the color and saw the owner wearing it.

With just one glance, Jiang Lian was sure that he was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince that Sun Shangpin was talking about.

The thin young man was wrapped in a thick black cloak, his complexion was sickly pale, his brows and eyes were so beautiful that they were almost sharp, and he was beautiful in the plain white wind and snow.

Beside him was an old eunuch with lowered brows and drooping head, holding a whisk and holding an umbrella for him. Apart from a few people in official uniforms, there was also a group of quiet silver-clad soldiers behind him.

Jiang Lian clutched the letter and froze there.He stared straight at the person slowly walking past him, without giving him a glance, but stood in front of him.

In an instant, Jiang Lian was surrounded by a group of people.

He moved closer to Yan Huai, stood under his umbrella, and immediately moved away from the wind and snow.

Without the heavy snow topping, Jiang Lian was stunned, and subconsciously turned around again, leaning against the black cloak.

The old eunuch holding the umbrella for him immediately looked at him with a warning light in his eyes.

Jiang Lian was withdrawn and rebellious by nature. Seeing him like this, he swallowed the blood in his mouth, but took another step closer to him, and his shoulders touched the edge of the cloak.

It's a pity that the owner of the cloak didn't say anything, Chang Ning could only stare at him, watching the dirty little bastard getting closer and closer to Yan Huaiyin, and finally leaned directly behind him, looking at Sun Shangpin.

Master Sun was burying his head in the snow, unable to see everything on the other side.

Yan Huaiyin said warmly: "Your Excellency is majestic, why kneel for Gu. It should be Gu kneeling for you, but Lord Wanwang is pitiful. If you accept Gu's gift, don't let people kick Gu."

As soon as he said this, Sun Shangshu didn't respond, but behind Yan Huaiyin, he knelt down and said, "Your Highness, calm down."

Jiang Lian shrank his shoulders in shock, raised his eyebrows, and saw that the eunuch holding the umbrella for Yan Huaiyin was staring at him, with two big words clearly written in his eyes: Kneel!

Thinking of his parents, Jiang Lian clenched his fists holding the letter tightly, and was about to bend his knees.

A voice came from above his head: "You don't need to kneel."

The knee that was about to bend stopped there, and after a while, Jiang Lian realized that the voice was for him.

Chang Ning tilted the umbrella slightly, poured out the falling snow from the umbrella, and quickly put the umbrella firmly on Yan Huaiyin's head. Hearing this, he smiled at Jiang Lian and said, "Your Highness said you don't need to kneel, this young master will Just stand."

There is no longer the cold eyebrow confrontation just now.

Yan Huaiyin ignored Sun Shangpin who was facing him, and said to Chang Ning, "Show me the letter in his hand."

Chang Ning quickly took the letter from Jiang Lian and handed it to Yan Huaiyin.

Jiang Lian lost the ruthlessness he had just had, looked up and stared blankly at the little prince Cibai's fingertips picking up the letter stained with his blood, and lowered his eyes to quietly look at it.

He looked at the letter quietly like this, there was silence everywhere, no one dared to speak, and Sun Shangpin's heart on the other side cooled down inch by inch.

The imperial examination was about to start in spring, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally took over the next year's imperial examination three months ago, but within three months, he exhausted all means and broke the wings of the Ping Dynasty.

King Ping is the most beloved younger brother of Emperor Ming Sheng. For ten years, he has acted without scruples. The reputation of cruelty has spread throughout Dajing, and his wings have spread all over the court, influencing the emperor's words.

In the past three years, the imperial examination has become a private channel for him to send his own people to the court.

King Ping is cruel, and the little prince contended with him and lost most of his power, relying on... means more cruel than him.

King Ping has many wings, and among them there are countless people who compare with each other. The little prince stepped in and released the news privately, taking the position that had been vacant for a long time as a promise, secretly encouraging King Ping's wings to expose each other.

After the little fishes and shrimps killed each other, the little prince broke into the houses of the remaining "big fish" from door to door, relying on the remaining information.

all cut.

For three months, endless blood flowed under the thick snow in Chaohua City.

Yan Huaiyin's tactics were ruthless and straightforward, but it was too late for King Ping to realize.

Now the last available person under his command is Wang Ru, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites.

Jiang Lian's father just didn't want to give him gifts, so he was framed for taking bribes and ransacked his home.

This was probably the last person the little prince wanted to kill, so Jiang Lian handed him the pillow because he wanted to sleep.

Mr. Sun wanted to cry, but he was the only unlucky guy who didn't see Huang Li running into Yan Huaiyin, who was covered in blood in recent days.

Sun Shangpin thought so, over there, Yan Huaiyin also finished reading the letter in his hand, he folded the letter slowly and put it in his arms.

"Let's go." He only said this to the people behind him, ignoring Sun Shangpin who was kneeling in the distance, and walked out first.

The crowd kneeling behind him stood up silently and followed Yan Huaiyin into the distance.

Jiang Lian paused, without hesitation, he also raised his heels and walked over.

Thaksin is still with Yan Huaiyin.

He was small and dirty, and the people behind Yan Huaiyin didn't seem to want to touch him, and when they saw him approaching, they quietly avoided him, so Jiang Lian quickly came to Yan Huaiyin's side again.

Chang Ning held an umbrella for Yan Huaiyin, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Lian's bloody, dirty face.

There was a sudden burst of toothache.

This little bastard doesn't have anything to see, can he touch the one next to him?

But before he could speak, Yan Huaiyin said, "Come here."

He didn't say who, but Jiang Lian felt that it was calling him.

With a snowy face on his face, he squeezed straight to Yan Huaiyin's side in a daze, and looked up at him in a daze.

Then he saw the letter Yan Huaiyin handed to him.

The letter was held by Yan Huaiyin's fingertips, and he handed it to him. The finger bones on the letter were as shiny as white jade, and the letter that had just been crumpled by Jiang Lian was a bit noble.

Jiang Lian was unusually cramped.

The eight-year-old put his hands behind his back and rubbed his clothes vigorously before reaching out to take the letter.

When he received the letter, his fingertips sent it forward in a mysterious way, and they broke up with the touch of Yingbai's fingertips.

He came across a patch of ice.

It turned out that he would be cold even if he was wrapped in such a thick cloak?

Jiang Lian held the letter and thought in a daze.

But he didn't have time to think too much, Jiang Lian immediately felt a gaze fall on him, and heard the person above his head ask in a gentle voice, "Read this letter by yourself later, is it okay?"

That was the first time Yan Huaiyin saw him since the very beginning.

Lowering his eyes, there was less coldness between his brows and eyes when he faced Sun Shangpin just now, and a little more gentleness in the wind and snow. At this time, he doesn't look like a prince, but like a son raised by a prince's family.

As soon as Jiang Lian raised his head, he met his eyes. He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he remembered that his mouth was full of blood foam, and his teeth were probably stained red with blood.

He was afraid of scaring the delicate and sick little prince, so he closed his mouth and nodded fiercely.

Looking not very smart, Yan Huaiyin smiled a little on his brows.

He reached out and patted Jiang Lian's head, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Jiang Lian immediately froze there.

Fortunately, the sky was full of wind and snow at this time, and his cheeks were covered with blood, so no one saw his blushing face instantly.

Chang Ning watched from the side, seeing Yan Huaiyin change direction, he interjected at the right time and asked, "Your Highness, are you not going to Lord Wang's residence?"

Yan Huaiyin said softly, "Go to the Ministry of Punishment."

Chang Ning knew it in his mind, and he said: "Your Highness, the Ministry of Criminal Justice is still one street away, and the old slave will send you a carriage?"

Yan Huaiyin smiled: "No, just walk."

Chang Ning's face suddenly wrinkled into a ball.

"What's the hurry?" Yan Huaiyin smiled at him, "If the mother blames me, I will take care of it for you alone."

The old eunuch's complexion didn't improve much, and he only used an umbrella to cover Yan Huai a little tighter.

Jiang Lian followed, watching the little prince chatting with Chang Ning, wondering what he was thinking.

Until Yan Huaiyin called him again.

Jiang Lian only let out a hey, and felt his eyes darken.

Immediately there was a heavy warmth on his shoulders.

Yan Huaiyin took off the cloak he was wearing and gave him.

Jiang Lian popped his head out of the cloak, when he heard exclamations from around, Yan Huaiyin glanced over and stopped everyone.

Just looking at Jiang Lian's eyes, he wanted to stab him to death.

Jiang Lian was wearing a big cloak, unable to speak for a moment, he looked at Yan Huaiyin in a daze.

Wearing a cloak that doesn't show much, but taking off the cloak, the little prince is extremely thin in the wind and snow, no thicker than a snow flake.

"Let's go." Yan Huaiyin said to him.

Jiang Lian was wearing a cloak and followed him step by step. Yan Huaiyin was much taller than him, and the cloak was stretched over him, which looked a little funny.

But thick and warm.

Jiang Lian was so cold, he said in his head that he shouldn't, but his body tightly wrapped the cloak tightly, wishing he could hide his head in it.

After a while, my body warmed up, the wounds all over my body began to itch, and my hands became hot.

Yan Huaiyin was one step ahead of him, and Jiang Lian followed him, looking at his wide sleeves hanging by his side.

And the cold touch in the memory just now.

Calmly, he put his hand into his bosom and wiped it on the clean underwear, and when his hand became the cleanest part of his body without any trace of dirt, Jiang Lian raised his foot and chased after Yan Huaiyin.

Yan Huaiyin's sleeve was tugged.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a face covered in mud and blood.

The owner of that face stretched out an unusually clean hand towards him, and said: "Your Highness's hand is cold, hold mine, mine is warm."

Yan Huaiyin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

He raised his arms and showed Jiang Lian his waist covered by his sleeves.

A long sword hung from his narrow waist.The scabbard is black, and three sharp gold characters are engraved on the sheath - Shangfang Sword.

Shangfang's sword has the right to cut first and then play, it is a sword for killing people.

Yan Huaiyin smiled at him, "I want to hold the sword."

Jiang Lian looked at the dark and cold hilt of the sword, and said stubbornly, "The sword is cold, but my hand is warm."

Chang Ning couldn't stand watching from the sidelines, and scolded: "You boy, why are you so clueless..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze there.

Yan Huaiyin actually let go of the hilt of his sword, and took the hand that was handed to him.

Warm, dry in the snow.

The boy with the jade crown no longer holds the sword, and leads the child along the long street covered with layers of snow.

In the distance from them is a city full of smoke from houses ignited, and the strong wind blows to the sky, and Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow.Nearby is the warmth of being together, it is not a long way, Yan Huaiyin is holding Jiang Lian, with long sleeves hanging down, covering the hands they hold, walking more steadily.

Chang Ning was silent, sighed inwardly, shook the snow on the umbrella, the snowflakes fell from the umbrella, and was swept into the sky by the howling wind in a blink of an eye.

Holding an umbrella, the old eunuch followed closely behind the two, his boots creaking on the snow.

It's good to have snow.

This year is not peaceful, but there is heavy snow in winter.

The old eunuch's head hurt from the cold, looking at Jiang Lian in the wind and snow, he thought hurriedly, this child is hard-fated, like a young sprout, before being drowned by the snow, he met their highness and gave him a way to survive.

The seedlings that are constantly broken by the wind and snow may grow into a big tree in the coming year.

But Chang Ning shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.

There are many twists and turns in the journey, and the situation is always uncertain. Your Highness can't cross by himself, so who do you expect to remember him well?

-

Because of Yan Huaiyin's arrival, the Ministry of Punishment was in turmoil.

Everyone knows where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been and where he has been killed recently, and he smells blood all over his body. Now that he has come to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the people in the Ministry of Criminal Justice are trembling. From top to bottom, they have begun to wonder if there is anyone in the Ministry of Criminal Justice who is Ping Wang?

No, Mr. Sun, Shangshu of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, doesn't like to form a party. He leads the Ministry of Criminal Affairs to corrupt corruptly alone. Whoever does not praise the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, the people of the Ministry of Criminal Justice are useless!

Warm silver charcoal was burning in the office lobby of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, creating a strong sense of warmth.

Yan Huaiyin led Jiang Lian into the room, and the people in the room didn't dare to look at him, but secretly glanced at Jiang Lian who was being led by him.

Sun Shangpin was not there, after Yan Huaiyin took his seat, the servant of the Criminal Department stood beside him, and smiled cautiously: "What does Your Highness want the Criminal Department to do? It's snowing heavily today, why does Your Highness have to come in person, just order someone to tell you."

Yan Huaiyin curled his lips at him, but said to Huo Yunping who was standing beside him in front of the Heyu Army: "Bring Wang Ru to Gu."

He Yujun was different from the others, he only obeyed Yan Huaiyin's order, Huo Yunping accepted the order, clasped his fists in salute, ignored all the different eyes in the room, and left the lobby with a cold face.

Yan Huaiyin smiled and explained to the bewildered servant of the Ministry of Criminal Justice: "Master Xu, don't worry, it was Mr. Sun who reported to Gu that Wang Ru killed his friend Jiang Zheng's family. Mr. Sun Gao Yi, I am here to judge. There is no other meaning."

Remnants of snow still smeared on his eyelashes, and his sudden smile was as gentle as the melting spring snow.

Everyone in the Ministry of Criminal Justice felt that seeing Yan Wang smiled, their bones felt chills.

Behind him, Chang Ning suddenly realized.

No wonder he came to the Ministry of Criminal Justice temporarily to expose Wang Ru through the mouth of Sun Shangpin. Yan Huaiyin used this to kill Wang Ru and get rid of the last wing of King Ping.

The Ministry of Punishment has been accepting bribes from top to bottom for a long time, all because of Sun Shangpin taking the lead, a King Ping who has lost his wings, Sun Shangpin can barely fight with him, Yan Huaiyin just has to wait and reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

What a way to kill with a borrowed knife that I came up with on the spur of the moment.

When Wang Ru was escorted here, he didn't even wear official uniforms.

After bringing him here, Yan Huaiyin didn't intend to let him go, so when Wang Ru looked up, he saw the dark and cold eyes of the little prince sitting on the seat.

His heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that it was over.

He knew that the crown prince was going to kill him, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

As soon as he knelt down on the ground, Chang Ning stepped forward next to him, and laid out pieces of evidence that were going to be placed in the palace.

The whole room was silent.

Wang Ru's complexion became paler, and he said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness..."

Yan Huaiyin frowned: "My lord, don't worry, don't be wronged, let's not talk about these things, and Master Sun will report on you."

He touched Jiang Lian's head with his fingertips and nodded, and said softly, "Read."

Dajing's officials who could talk were squeezed halfway here, while Jiang Lian straightened his back, holding the letter paper, and read out his father's grievances sentence by sentence.

No bribery, life clear.

What Chang Ning put forward before, he has the order of King Ping, and he can still resist one or two.

Now that Jiang Zheng was killed temporarily, Wang Ru was caught off guard. After Jiang Lian finished reading the last word, he couldn't hold on anymore, and knelt down on the ground dripping with sweat.

Yan Huaiyin watched the embarrassment calmly, and said softly: "My lord, don't say that Gu has wronged you. Apart from Mr. Sun's denunciation, Gu invited several adults from the cabinet today."

He checked his eyesight slightly, looked at the person standing beside him, and said softly: "My lords, tell me, Gu has wronged Mr. Wang?"

Everyone naturally said no.

Chang Ning watched from the side, saw this scene, and quickly handed the Shang Fang Sword that he received when he entered the room to Yan Huaiyin.

According to the meaning of the past, it is time to kill.

But Yan Huaiyin didn't answer this time.

He nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Since it's true, Da Jing doesn't support such an official, so he will be beheaded in two days."

He stood up from his seat, and whispered to Chang Ning: "In the past two days, we will overturn the case of Jiang Zheng, the governor of Ningzhou, and then execute him after overturning."

It turned out that it was to reverse Jiang Zheng's case, and Chang Ning quickly responded.

Jiang Lian watched Yan Huaiyin leave the house, and he was taken to the station to settle down. When he saw Yan Huaiyin again, he would be on the execution ground where Wang Ru was beheaded two days later.

Yan Huaiyin personally gave the order, but within two days, Jiang Zheng overturned the case, the land deed of the Ningzhou ancestral house was taken back, Jiang Lian became the son of a loyal minister from a criminal minister, and no matter what he did in the future, there would be no hindrance.

Yan Huaiyin on the execution ground was wearing a white fox fur cloak, standing on the high platform, his plain face was half covered by the fox fur.

Jiang Lian was brought to his side, and the two stood at the front, a little far away from the people behind, facing the cold execution ground.

There is no more snow today, only the long wind howling.

Before it was time for execution, Jiang Lian went to look at the execution ground for a while, then turned to look at Yan Huaiyin.

He was so close that he could clearly see the tiredness in Yan Huaiyin's brows, and his paler face than the previous two days.

Jiang Lian asked: "Is Your Highness tired?"

Yan Huaiyin went to look at him, Jiang Lian's forehead was torn in a large area, most of his face was wrapped in gauze, his facial features could not be seen clearly, from a distance it should look like a big bun.

Killing Wang Ru two days later was enough to cause a lot of trouble for King Ping. Yan Huaiyin didn't sleep much for the past two days, but he didn't say anything when he saw Jiang Lian.

It's just that he smiled, "Not tired."

Maybe it was because his complexion was really bad. Jiang Lian was silent for a while, and then moved closer to him. He thought for a while and asked, "Does Your Highness not like the execution ground?"

For a long time, Yan Huaiyin did not answer him. Just when Jiang Lian thought he would not answer this question, he heard Yan Huaiyin hum.

"Your father is from Ningzhou," he looked down, as if talking about a long time ago, "My mother's stepmother's family is also in Ningzhou."

His voice was very soft, and when the coldness of heaven and earth came to Jiang Lian's ears, he was a little erratic.

"My uncle died here," Yan Huaiyin said with a smile, "my grandfather and grandmother were executed together in this execution ground, so I don't like it very much."

He spoke lightly and cleverly, but Jiang Lian fell silent after listening.

Yan Huaiyin saw him drooping his head when he heard it, smiled, and said, "Come here."

When Jiang Lian heard it, he straightened his head and took another step towards him.

When he was able to reach out and touch himself, Yan Huaiyin raised his hand, and the cloak he was wearing was torn apart.

Jiang Lian looked along the seam, and saw that the little prince was holding an oiled paper bag in his hand, but after a few moments, Jiang Lian smelled a smell of soybean flour mixed with glutinous rice coming from his hand, which could not be covered by the oiled paper. aroma.

"Eat?" Yan Huaiyin asked him with his eyes bent, "I bought it secretly."

Jiang Lian paused, and after glancing at Yan Huaiyin, he saw Chang Ning staring at him covetously.

Staring at the old eunuch's murderous eyes, Jiang Lian nodded.

Seeing him nodding, Yan Huaiyin signaled him to come closer, Jiang Lian did as he said, and just stood still, feeling warm on his head.

Yan Huaiyin covered him with a cloak.

Immediately, the sound of howling wind went away, and the cold dissipated, and the surroundings were surrounded by warmth that could be touched, and only the bitter medicinal fragrance of the little prince remained in the square inch.

Yan Huaiyin stuffed the oiled paper bag into his hand, and a voice came from above his head: "Eat here, don't be seen by others, otherwise I won't be able to secretly buy it next time."

Jiang Lian held the oiled paper bag and asked in a daze, "Does the prince also eat secretly?"

After a moment of silence, Yan Huaiyin's laughter came softly. He was so close that he could clearly hear the embarrassment in the little prince's voice: "I'm not in good health, they won't let me eat these snacks." .”

"But I thought it would be fine to eat a little," Yan Huaiyin defended himself, "I don't eat much, and every time I get something done, I just eat a little."

It turned out that the little prince who saved him in the snow and killed people with Shangfang's sword would secretly buy snacks.

Jiang Lian opened the oiled paper bag, took a bite of the glutinous rice dumpling, went to look at the colorful silk and flowered sash hanging on his waist, and said softly, "When I grow up, I will buy a lot of glutinous rice dumpling for Your Highness to eat."

Yan Huaiyin lowered his head and saw his stubborn gaze.

He didn't take it seriously, rubbed his hair, and said: "The execution has begun, do you want to come out and watch?"

Wrapped in a cloak, he could still see outside. Jiang Lian stood in his arms and watched the entire execution.

Yan Huaiyin's hand was always on his shoulder.

The two have been chatting with each other.

Most of the questions were asked by Jiang Lian, and the questions were all kinds of strange.

"Your Highness, do you like a big courtyard or a small courtyard?"

"Big one, it looks wide and beautiful."

"Where's the house?"

"No partition is best."

"What kind of flowers and trees does Your Highness like to plant in the yard?"

"If you don't plant trees, it's easy to catch fire, but a flowering tree is really beautiful."

"Does Your Highness often drink medicine? Is it very bitter?"

"A little bit, but there will be green plums after drinking, so I don't have many snacks."

"I remember."

Yan Huaiyin thought the child was so strange, he smiled and said, "What do you remember?"

Jiang Lian looked up at him, his frown and gloomy brows and eyes were full of persistence: "I just remembered."

Yan Huaiyin just smiled and didn't ask any more questions. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Lian: "Wipe your mouth."

Jiang Lian took the handkerchief and held it tightly in his palm.

The blood on the execution platform was almost washed away, Chang Ning shouted from a distance: "Your Highness, do you want to go back?"

Yan Huaiyin said to Jiang Lian, "Let's go."

Jiang Lian withdrew from his cloak, the winter wind was cold, and the pale and heavy clouds pressed down, blowing his exposed hair flying.

It also blows so that the moment of warmth in the cloak is fleeting.

Jiang Lian could only tightly hold the veil in his hand, with his palm outstretched, there was still some warmth from Yan Huaiyin's body on the veil.

Yan Huaiyin led him out of the execution ground, outside the execution ground was a carriage from the palace, just as he was about to bend down to get on the carriage, Jiang Lian who was beside him gave him a deep look, turned around and ran into a side street. In the alley.

He ran so fast that he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When Chang Ning saw it, he immediately yelled: "This child!"

"Your Highness," he went to look at Yan Huaiyin and asked hastily, "Do you want to chase him back?"

Yan Huaiyin looked at the alley where he disappeared for a while, and asked, "Is it enough for him to go back to Ningzhou?"

Chang Ning replied: "Returning to Your Highness, it is enough. The old slave discussed with Commander Huo and is planning to send a troop of crane feathers to escort the young master back to Ningzhou. I am going to ask you for instructions."

"He is a person with ideas and ability, since he wants to leave, let him go." Yan Huaiyin paused, "Don't worry about him."

He bent down and got into the carriage. Chang Ning was about to take orders when he heard another voice from inside the carriage: "Send someone to stay with him for a while, don't let others bully you."

-

Jiang Lian called His Highness again.

Chitose's mansion is very large, there is no partition in his house, there is only a bouquet of flowers in the courtyard, and the tree is full of flowers in midsummer.

He wanted to say a lot to Yan Huaiyin, but in the end he was stuck in Yan Huaiyin's words.

Yan Huaiyin turned to look at him, pushed Jiang Lian's broken hair away from his forehead with his fingers, looked into his eyes, and asked seriously: "The people I sent followed you for a while, and then lost you. "

"At that time, it was still more than a year before I saw you outside Chaohua City, and you were dirty outside Chaohua City," he asked in a soft voice, "Jiang Lian, in those more than a year, Have you been bullied?"

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感谢在2022-07-0423:20:02-2022-07-0900:33:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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