Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

In the second year of Chengde, near the end of the new year, there was a heavy snowfall in Jinling, which lasted three days and three nights without stopping.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, good intentions.

The country of the Great Zhou Dynasty was prosperous and the people were peaceful, and its power shocked the world. Emperor Zhou Ying had given amnesty to the world at the end of the year for two consecutive years.

When the whole world was celebrating, the Prince Ning's Mansion in Jinling City was gloomy and cold.

In front of the Zhengxin Hall of Prince Ning's Mansion, a crowd of people knelt in the heavy snow, and the sky was already pale.

The man kneeling at the front was wearing a purple gold robe, his long black hair was tied up into a jade crown, and he was holding a red-gold imperial decree high in his hand, his head buried deep in the snow.

Prince Ning has maintained the kneeling position of Xie En all night.

If he can't stand up, the servants can't stand up either.

Prince Ning joined the army since he was a child, his body is strong and tough, and he can withstand the cold, but many people in the mansion have already quietly passed out in the heavy snow, but even so, no one dared to respond.

Prince Ning's mansion was dead silent until the first sun rose in the sky, and Prince Ning slowly raised his head. He looked deeply at the direction of the Supreme in the north, and finally kowtowed three times again.

"As a minister, every drink and peck will be grateful for the emperor's kindness. Serving the emperor is more of the order of heaven and earth. The emperor bestowed a golden letter today, and the ministers are very happy-kneeling all night, everyone in Ning's palace will be grateful."

After Prince Ning finished speaking loudly, he finally handed the imperial decree to the servants beside him and stood up.

Jin Shu, who was kneeling behind him, hurriedly bowed forward, lifted the hem of his robe for King Ning, and carefully dusted off the snow.

Cheng Yixuan, the son of the Fifth Court who was kneeling on the other side, also hurriedly stood up. His own handsome face was already pale with cold, but he still held Prince Ning's cold hands, put them in his lapel and pressed them against his chest to warm them. with.

Prince Ning was expressionless, and there seemed to be a layer of frost and snow between his brows.

He stroked the young man's soft and warm chest and looked at Prince Ning's mansion, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you hear the emperor's will clearly?"

Hearing a plop, the servants who had already stood up knelt down tremblingly.

This is really not a good answer.

Prince Ning turned his head to look at Cheng Yixuan, and asked lightly: "What about you, can you hear me clearly?"

Cheng Yixuan's face turned bitter, he had no choice but to lift up his robe and kneel again.

With a crisp sound of "pa", Prince Ning slapped Cheng Yixuan on the face, only to slap the young man staggering and sitting on the snow, with red marks floating on his fair face.

He said coldly: "Trash, the emperor named Guan Junchen, and everyone in Prince Ning's residence will share the emperor's favor. Don't let me say it again."

Prince Ning's original name is Guan Juncheng.

The word "cheng" means just.

This is a good word, and even Emperor Zhou Ying chose this word as his year name when he ascended the throne.It doesn't matter at all, the Great Zhou Dynasty has never had a rule that the reign name needs to be taboo.

But just last night, Prince Ning received the order.Emperor Zhou Ying suddenly named Prince Ning and changed the word "Cheng" to "Chen".

"Chen" Zishijun, pictographic characters, like the shape of a submissive person.

Prince Ning understood what Emperor Zhou Ying meant, and everyone in Prince Ning's residence also understood.

Under the imperial power, even if you die, you have to give thanks, let alone a mere name.

From now on, he will be called Guan Junchen.

……

"Jin Shu, before receiving the order yesterday, do you have something to report?"

Guan Junchen was sitting in the hall, holding the small warm stove in his hand, eyes half closed, Cheng Yixuan was standing beside him, feeding him spoonfuls of warm ginger soup.

Jin Shuben was gently beating Guan Junchen's feet, his face froze when he heard this, he lowered his head, and whispered: "Wang Guanshi came to report last night, caught, caught... Yan from the Twelfth Courtyard The young master and the servants and guards in the mansion..."

Guan Junchen suddenly opened his eyes, "Go ahead."

Jin Shu secretly called it unlucky, he had been with Prince Ning since he was a child, he knew in his heart that this man's temperament was not easy to get along with, and he was really aggrieved by the emperor's oppression these days, but it happened to be the son of the goddamn Young Master Yan. The bad thing came out at this time, he only hoped that the master would never take this anger on himself, so he kowtowed tremblingly: "My lord is not angry, my lord is not angry. These two people How dare you do such a nasty thing in the mansion, Wang Guanshi has arrested the two of them, and they will be punished immediately after the prince's order."

"Fat, how are you going to send it?"

Jin Shu wished he could bite his own tongue, his face flushed red, he finally gritted his teeth after holding it in for a long time, and said, "That, that is of course to tear these two dogs into pieces!"

When Guan Junchen heard this, he burst out laughing with a "puchi".

His smile like this is really very good-looking, blowing away the ice like a spring breeze crossing the river, and there are even two sweet dimples on the corners of his mouth.

But it's okay if he doesn't laugh, but Jin Shu is even more out of his wits when he laughs.

As far as Prince Ning's beauty is concerned, everyone in the world knows it.

He doesn't like to grow beards, and his natural skin color is more snowy, which makes his pair of dark red phoenix eyes charming.

The whole person is like a character drawn by a god on a piece of pure white paper with ink and ink, without any strokes, in a romantic way.

However, with such a superior appearance, there is a sinister vertical line between the slender eyebrows like Daishan.As the age grew, the vertical lines became deeper and deeper, and gradually burned there like a sword shape.

This made him look like there was a lingering haze in his brow all the year round, but the blood of the Tian family was precious and majestic, so it was not uncommon for him not to be approached by others.

Prince Ning was ruthless and seldom said anything, let alone jokes on weekdays, even a milder expression was rare.

At this time, he suddenly laughed out loud like this, which meant only one thing, he was really very angry.

"The Twelfth Court, the son of the Twelfth Court is surnamed Yan? What's his name?"

"My lord, my name is Yan Chunxi."

In fact, Guan Junchen didn't remember this person for a long time. He was very masculine. Prince Ning's mansion had eighteen crane gardens, and he had to raise eighteen beautiful boys all year round. Everyone in the mansion called him the son of the eighteen courtyards.

However, the so-called number eighteen is actually Guan Junchen's attempt to be elegant. In fact, although there are eighteen princes all year round, those who are old have to leave, those who are sick and sick have to leave, and those who don't like him have to leave. Go, so people are always changing like a horse on a horse.

So Guan Junchen may not know everyone, like this Yan Chunxi, he doesn't remember when he entered the mansion, nor what he looks like.

But he never expected that such an unremarkable Young Master Yan of the Twelfth Court would give him such a big embarrassment.

"Okay, very good."

Guan Junchen stood up abruptly, "Auspicious snow heralds a good year—good! This year, this king will have a great time!"

It's really good, the emperor wants to send a decree to show him color, and even in a small palace, there are people who want to put a green hat on him in a hurry.

The person he hadn't slept with told the guards to sleep. It seemed that everyone in the world could see Prince Ning's jokes now.

How can I relieve my anger when my corpse is broken into thousands of pieces?

He wanted to cut these two people into pieces and put them in the hot pot while they were still alive.

Guan Junchen put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the hall. Cheng Yixuan and Jinshu didn't dare to speak, but they knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to make a sound.

Guan Junchen thought about all the [-] instruments of torture in the mansion, but none of them were enough to relieve his anger.

Suddenly, he stood still on the spot, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"You go and tell Steward Wang that the guard will be locked in prison for the time being. As for Yan Chunxi—beat. But don't beat too hard. Tell the prison to take nine lashes. Twenty lashes a day is enough. I will fight for a few days. Neither of these two people is allowed to be killed by me. If Yan Chunxi is beaten unconscious, he will be given ginseng soup, and if he is about to die, he will report to me."

Guan Junchen's order was actually a bit difficult to follow.

The nine-section whip is no different from ordinary whips. This thing is vicious. There are a series of nine exquisite plum-shaped barbs on the tip of the whip. If you hit it carelessly with no skill, it will bring blood and a large piece of skin all at once. It's ugly on the face, and it's useless before a few blows.

Skilled masters hit it differently, grasp it firmly, hit it with a "snap", let the barb penetrate into the flesh at the same time, and then lift it with the skill of the wrist, and it is the same size as nine yuan. The heart-wrenching pain of tearing the minced meat out of his body was no different from that of Ling Chi.

And what's even better is that, after hitting it like this, the blood was washed away, leaving nine small plum blossom holes on the flesh, which were clean and there was no extra tearing. After twenty whips, the plum blossom holes were densely distributed all over the place. On the back, the gaps are almost the same, there is no overlap, no damage, and this is what makes the work beautiful.

But no matter how skilled the craftsman is, it is a bit difficult to complete this job for a few days.

But doing work for Prince Ning, there is no reason not to be beautiful.

Wang Jinzhi, the chief steward of King Ning's Mansion, is capable. He knew that there were no such powerful masters in the whole Prince Ning's Mansion, so he rushed to Jinling Governor's Yamen without stopping that day, and recruited Grandma Liu who was in the prison.

Grandma Liu is a man.

Grandma is a title, and it is not a title that anyone can call it. Only the most experienced criminal in the prison and who has pried the mouths of the most tough guys can be called the word grandma.

Grandma Liu listened to Guan Junchen's order, pondered for a moment, and said the first sentence: "The barbs on the nine-section whip must be made of pure silver."

Wang Jinzhi agreed, and he understood the truth. If ordinary steel was used to make barbs, it would rust if it was stained with blood. If Yan Chunxi had a severe tetanus, it was impossible to guarantee that he would not die. If Yan Chunxi died, Wang Jinzhi would also die.

"Secondly, there are many heaters in the prison."

"Yes, it's freezing cold—if there's no heater in the cell, the prisoner must die."

"But solid ice should always be on hand."

"what for?"

"Ice cubes are applied to the skin and flesh before beating, and the blood will not collapse." Grandma Liu continued with a blank expression, "The ginseng soup is well prepared. Even so, if I beat him with twenty lashes every day, I only guarantee that this person will not die within five days." .”

Wang Jinzhi thought so, waved his hand, and said respectfully: "Grandma, please."

……

It was night, Wang Jinzhi stood outside the screen and waited for Guan Junchen to finish.

The fifth courtyard was brightly lit, and through the screen, the entangled figures of two people on the bed could be vaguely seen.Cheng Yixuan is less than seventeen years old, and he is a good age with a delicate body.

Presumably the fierce battle was in full swing, but the boy suddenly screamed, and it was impossible to tell whether it was joy or pain in the melodious cry.

Wang Jinzhi stood up straight with no expression on his face, but slightly straightened his right foot.

"Come in."

After a while, Guan Junchen's voice came out.

Wang Jinzhi lowered his head when he entered, and looked straight at the green brick in front of him: "I have seen the prince, I would like to report back."

As the name suggests, he is cautious, and he will not wander around in the corner of his eye when he should not look at it.

"Today's twenty lashes, finished?"

"It's over. Let Grandma Liu of Jinling do the work."

"Grandma Liu is invited, okay... raise your head and talk about it carefully." Guan Junchen's tone was slower than usual, as if he was quite lazy: "You know that the king loves to listen."

Wang Jinzhi hesitated for a moment, but lowered his head a little lower, "I dare not."

"My lord Bing, this Yan Chunxi has delicate skin and tender flesh. I really can't help beating him. Grandma Liu fainted after whipping two whips, and woke up only after pouring two basins of cold water. As the lord ordered, Grandma Liu poured him with cold water. After waking up, continue beating. Repeat this a dozen times, and only twenty lashes have been beaten for three or four hours."

"Are you crying?"

"I burst into tears."

"What did you say?"

"I beg the lord to grant him a death."

"Tch", Guan Junchen smiled coldly: "What about the guards?"

"Still in another cell, paralyzed with fright."

"Tomorrow, you will ask them to write confessions separately. It should be detailed. If you can't read, you can just say it. You can write it down and bring it to me."

"Yes. In that case, I would like to leave."

"Wait a minute." Guan Junchen called Wang Jinzhi to stop, and said calmly: "You don't look up, but do you think Mr. Cheng is not good for you? If that's the case, this king is also quite boring. From this point of view, the five courtyards should change their masters." .”

This encounter was really unexpected, and Cheng Yixuan was so frightened that his voice trembled: "Wang, lord, Xuan'er did not serve properly, please show me, please forgive me."

"Where is it - it's Guanshi Wang who can't see you." Guan Junchen's tone was slightly teasing, but his red phoenix eyes were cold: "Why don't you ask him?"

Wang Jinzhi still didn't speak. He lifted up his robe neatly and knelt on the ground, but he never raised his eyes from the beginning to the end. He just stared blankly at the blue bricks on the ground.

There was only a rustling sound in my ears, until a pair of beautiful wrists tightly bound together by red gold chains were struggling to support the green brick.

The floor tiles are so cold in the cold weather, and he was tied up again. It must have been extremely hard to crawl over. The young man seemed to be crying, and begged: "Steward Wang, Xuan'er, I beg you."

This child doesn't understand anything, and he doesn't even know what he should ask for. He doesn't have a piece of hair on his body. If Wang Jinzhi looks up, it will really change the owner of the Fifth Academy.

Wang Jinzhi's heart is as bright as a mirror, but he still lowered his eyebrows and kept his eyes closed, as if he was determined to turn a deaf ear, but he just answered the question: "But anyone who is a prince will be a prince for the rest of his life."

"Ningwang's mansion is up and down, food, clothing, housing and transportation are all given by the prince. The prince is the master, Jinzhi is the servant, Mr. Cheng is the servant, and Yan Chunxi is the servant. Those of us who were the prince in life and are still the prince in the underworld. Life and death are all in the hands of the prince alone."

"If the prince wants to raise his head carefully, then he must be careful with this pair of tricks. If this is the case-Jinzhi would dare not refuse."

After he finished speaking, he paused heavily.

Cheng Yixuan could not understand.

But Guan Junchen had already got up, and he threw the robe in his hand, covering Cheng Yixuan's naked body, and said to Wang Jinzhi, "Go down."

Prince Ning's fire is not on Cheng Yixuan, nor on Wang Jinzhi

He wants to vent fire, beat, and control subordinates, and the superiors keep things secret. If they don't understand what he means at all, they are too stupid, but if they understand too much, they will cause trouble to the upper body.

Wang Jinzhi understood the truth of the unfathomable power of the sky - to Guan Junchen, that imperial decree was the power of the sky.

From the top and bottom of Yu Ning's house, this moody, gloomy and ruthless master is Tianwei.

He felt sorry for Cheng Yixuan, and he even felt sorry for the beautiful young man in the cell who was beaten to death and begged for mercy until his voice became hoarse. They are all the same, poor people.

……

It was late at night, Guan Junchen didn't stay in the fifth hospital this time, but lost his temper in his study Hanwenzhai.

It is said to be furious, but it does not mean that the master threw the table and vase and yelled.

Royal nobles, don't do things that are not in harmony with your status.

Jin Shu has summed it up, Guan Junchen is angry in three steps, the first step is not to eat, the second step is not to go to bed, if the matter is not resolved after these two steps, he will die the next morning.

Now this will all come to the second step, how can it not be scary.

Just when he was outside, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Guan Junchen walked out with a cold face.

"My lord, it's freezing cold, where are you going?" Jin Shu hurried forward.

"I'm going to jail."

Jin Shu was shocked, but he didn't want to ask too much. He hurried to the house to get the fox fur before he chased it out and put it on for Guan Junchen. The other hand carefully led the way with a lantern in his hand.

The prison of Prince Ning's Mansion was built underground.After all, it is a private prison, not very big, but it is deep and low, and it looks gloomy and gloomy. When you walk in, you will be greeted by a stench of blood mixed with filth.

Jin Shu and the jailer respectfully led Guan Junchen to the door of the cell. Guan Junchen frowned, but waved his hands, and walked in alone.

Prince Ning has an extraordinary status and a noble temperament, when has he ever set foot in such a place.

But now he came here in a hurry because of Yan Chunxi, who deserved to be hacked into pieces, because he was so angry when he read the confession of this surname Yan, but it was inconvenient to tell others, so he had to come and see for himself Who is this person surnamed Yan, who dares to be so ignorant of the rules, and dare to write such rebellious words when he is about to die.

There were several pots of heaters lit in the cell, and it was extremely warm in this cold winter night, but there was a strong smell of blood that made people sick.

Only one oil lamp was lit, it was dim, Guan Junchen took another two steps in, and finally saw Yan Chunxi's appearance.

This is a young man who can be seen at a glance. He seems to be a little bigger than Cheng Yixuan. His figure is that elegant and slender after he has just been raised, and his waist is even softer, like a willow swaying slightly in the wind in spring. The branches are generally full of wit and wit.

He had no clothes on his upper body, and his hands were tightly bound by fine iron shackles hanging from the roof. Because he was hanging, he could only touch the floor with his toes pitifully. His long hair that looked like splashed ink fell straight down to his waist, and he still couldn't see it. What does Qing look like, it seems that he is still in a coma.

Guan Junchen walked around behind the young man. It was a rather thin little thing. The two butterfly bones spread beautifully, and the skin was thin and thin. However, on the white jade-like back, there were many fine and dense plum blossoms. There are many small holes, and many are still bleeding, forming a beautiful but terrifying scene.

This is a good material, what a pity.

Although Guan Junchen thought so in his heart, he didn't show any pity, and took the time to count the number of plum blossom-shaped wounds.

"Don't hit me, please, please, my lord, no, don't hit me..."

The boy couldn't sleep soundly, his whole body suddenly trembled and convulsed, he didn't know how many times he begged for mercy in the past two days, and he was begging for mercy in his dream.

There was no emotion in Guan Junchen's cold, pitch-black Danfeng eyes. He raised his hand, and with his slender pale fingers, pressed hard on a small plum blossom hole that was still bleeding.

Yan Chunxi let out a scream, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat in vain, and he woke up from his sleep with a start.

Only then did Guan Junchen see Yan Chunxi's face clearly through the dim oil lamp.

To be honest, people are beaten like this, and they stay in prison for two or three days, no matter how stunning a person is, they will look embarrassed.

But Guan Junchen's eyes are so poisonous, just such a light glance, he roughly estimated Yan Chunxi's usual appearance, a complex look flashed in his eyes, he took two steps back, lifted the hem of his robe and sat down. On the bench opposite Yan Chunxi.

Guan Junchen didn't think that Yan Chunxi was so amazingly beautiful. You must know that the people in the [-]th Crane Garden of Prince Ning's Mansion had changed several times. When he entered the mansion, he was one of the most noble men in Jinling City, and he was so cherished even without seeing him.

But the young man in front of him does have a unique temperament.

He has a pair of round almond eyes, and his lips are full, which makes his light pink lips extraordinarily soft.Although there was no smile on the pale face at this time, the dimples that a pair of girls usually had were still faintly visible at the corners of the mouth.

He seemed to be born with a natural innocence and tenderness, even at this time, those almond eyes that were vaguely teary and frightened were still shining brightly.

One can imagine how sweet and sultry the person in front of him would be if he smiled in normal times.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I know, I know," Yan Chunxi raised his head, his voice trembling: "It's Prince Ning..."

"This king read the confession you wrote today, do you still remember what you wrote?"

Guan Junchen's tone sounded calm and calm, neither happy nor angry, and those pitch-black red phoenix eyes just looked at Yan Chunxi indifferently.

"Chunxi remembers."

"Who taught you to write this?"

Guan Junchen's complexion was as deep as the cold night, and he asked suddenly.

Yan Chunxi had already been beaten into a daze, how could he guess the meaning of the noble man in fine clothes in front of him, he bit his lips, and whispered: "Chunxi wrote it himself, no one taught him."

"You are so brave!"

Guan Junchen shouted in a low voice, even at such a time, his eyes did not seem to be angry, only the sword pattern between his brows showed more and more fiercely: "Your writing king gave you a warm gift on the ninth day of October last year. Taojiu, but you didn’t go to the Twelfth Courtyard to spend the night that night, so that’s why you guys had this first time?”

"Yes Yes……"

"Then let me tell you about it. I was not in the Twelfth Court on the ninth night of October last year. Where did I go?"

"Chunxi heard, I heard that he got drunk in Qiongyang Tower..."

Guan Junchen stared at Yan Chunxi coldly, stood up abruptly, and said loudly, "Take the salt water and pen and ink."

When Yan Chunxi heard the word salt water, his face turned white and his body trembled.

Jin Shu and the others were already waiting outside, after listening to the order, they immediately prepared the things and sent them in. They also listened to Guan Junchen's order and untied Yan Chunxi from the shackles he was hanging from, and then retreated out tactfully.

Yan Chunxi barely supported his body with his hands and knelt on the cold ground, raised his head full of fear in his almond eyes and looked at Guan Junchen who was standing in front of him holding a bowl of salt water.

"When you write a confession, you have to write the truth. Do you understand?"

"Chunxi understands, Chunxi doesn't dare anymore, please, my lord..." Yan Chunxi was so scared that his teeth chattered, even though he didn't know what lies he had written.

The pain he endured these two days was beyond words to describe its intensity. It was a living Ling Chi who was like gouging out the flesh and peeling off the skin. If he poured such a bowl of salt water into the wound at this time, he would be afraid Sometimes life and death are considered lucky.

"Then do you know how to write now?"

When Yan Chunxi heard this, his complexion became miserable, and big drops of tears welled up.

He really doesn't know how to write it.