Spring Breeze Crossing Guanshan

As soon as Guan Junchen arrived at Liufang Pavilion, he saw Wang Jinzhi who had been waiting for a long time.

"My lord, there are two things—"

Wang Jinzhi came late at night, needless to say, Guan Junchen also knew that he must have received extremely important news, he waved his hand and said directly: "Come in and tell."

"Yes."

Wang Jinzhi followed Guan Junchen, and after closing the door of Liufang Pavilion, he said solemnly: "My lord, the letter I just received, King Pingnan has been captured by the emperor."

Guan Junchen only felt a muffled "boom" in his heart, like a thunderclap on the ground.

But then, he realized that it was not an illusion.

The light rain outside suddenly became heavier. The sound of crackling rainstorm and flickering lights brought a mysterious and tense atmosphere to the room. The sound of thunder exploded one after another, accompanied by a stern bolt of lightning piercing the sky, instantly killing Guan Junchen. And Wang Jinzhi's complexion was extremely pale.

Although Guan Junchen's expression didn't change, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to support the corner of the table and sat down slowly. After a while, he said in a low voice: "It's so fast."

"The Emperor sent General Pei to dispatch five thousand Flying Tigers to stand by and wait for the rabbit. King Pingnan's guard of honor had just arrived in Fujian and Zhejiang, and was taken down before returning to the fief. This action can be described as thunderous."

"What is the charge?"

"To raise troops in an enclosure, to hide weapons privately." Wang Jinzhi paused, and said in a deep voice, "Intent to plot rebellion."

"idiot."

Guan Junchen closed his eyes tiredly.

Of course he knew that some of the crimes were indeed committed by King Pingnan.

Although his spies couldn't find out the details, they could still grasp the general trend, otherwise he wouldn't have sent out the "Loyalty Tie" to secretly beat Pingnan King.

He knows better than anyone else that since the former Governor Hou Yongfei was taken down, the three armies of Flying Tiger, Goshawk, and Jinpeng in Fujian and Zhejiang have long been firmly maintained by the imperial party. It was tantamount to playing with fire under Zhou Yingdi's eyes, which was a suicide attempt, but King Pingnan was so stupid that he thought that having hundreds or thousands of personal guards would give him more peace of mind.

It doesn't matter if he seeks death by himself, but it will drag the whole Da Zhou into the cloud and mist again in an instant when King Xiang reversed the case two years ago.

"What else does the emperor do?"

"It hasn't been found yet, but... I'm afraid it's not impossible to implicate the gangsters and make the case bigger."

"When the emperor was angry, blood flowed for thousands of miles." Guan Junchen smiled coldly: "I don't know if I, the prince, will be involved by the way."

"My lord," Wang Jinzhi raised his head upon hearing this, and said worriedly, "The second matter is related to you."

He paused, and his voice softened a bit: "Jin Shu... Jin Shu's body has been found."

Guan Junchen's face suddenly changed drastically. Of course he knew that at this moment, Jin Shu would not die outside for no reason. His pair of red phoenix eyes were as sharp as a flash of lightning, and he said directly: "Is it related to Wuyi Lane?"

"Our spies tracked down all the way, and found out that Jin Shu had haunted the Jiangnan area before his death, and even met Xia Baimei... But it seems that Xia Baimei did not kill him himself."

"Jin Shu was shattered by internal masters, and his injuries felt like the collapse of mountains that many masters in Bird Clothes Lane had practiced. His face was slashed beyond recognition with a dagger, and his body was thrown into the woods. If our spies hadn’t known the birthmark on his waist and abdomen, and had rushed to find the trace before the corpse decomposed, I’m afraid nothing could be found.”

"No wonder, no wonder—" Guan Junchen thought like lightning, and immediately realized: "No wonder Xia Baimei tried Yan Chunxi as soon as he came."

Of course he had doubts about this a long time ago, otherwise he would not have asked Wang Jinzhi to check the brocade book when Xia Baimei and Heping Nanwang were still alive.

Now that his conjecture is really confirmed, he can't help but feel chills in his heart. Jin Shu has followed him since he was a child, and it has been ten years so far. He never thought that he would do such a betrayal.

It's just that being involved with insidious and vicious people like Wuyixiang and Xia Baimei is like seeking skin from a tiger, and it's really embarrassing to end up in such a miserable end.

"My lord, does Jinshu know anything important, and what does it have to do with Mr. Yan?" Wang Jinzhi asked inquiringly.

Guan Junchen frowned, he was silent for a long time, and finally said in a low voice: "He knew that I was furious and went to ask Yan Chunxi to change the confession late at night. Xia Baimei must have the revised confession in his hand, but he has not changed the previous one, so he must not be able to understand it. Among them, I only vaguely feel that there is something wrong with Yan Chunxi, and he wants to find out."

"My lord, is it top secret?" Wang Jinzhi didn't know that the ninth day of October was the anniversary of King Xiang's death, so he wouldn't take the liberty to ask carefully, but he still needed to know whether it was important or not.

"If it was before, it wouldn't be so serious. But King Pingnan was convicted, and the conspiracy may involve a lot of people. This matter is not big or small, but at this moment, I have to be afraid."

"Your Majesty, forgive me for speaking bluntly."

Wang Jinzhi pondered for a while, and finally his face was serious, and he said every word: "If the situation is really dangerous, it's a plan for now... If Mr. Yan knows too much, I'm afraid it's better to get rid of it."

Of course, there is nothing wrong with his remonstrance.

Although he knew that Guan Junchen loved Yan Chunxi very much, but this matter was very important to his family and life. He didn't think that Guan Junchen would really be reluctant to give up the life of a Mr. Heyuan.

Guan Junchen's dark phoenix eyes narrowed for a moment, and an extremely deep and complicated expression flashed in his pupils.

He is not a weak and indecisive person, of course, this kind of thinking is not unheard of.

Years ago he went to the dungeon late at night to force Yan Chunxi to retract his confession, and Yan Chunxi naturally knew very well that he didn't want the words "drunk on the ninth day of October" to appear on the confession.

Although Yan Chunxi never asked why, this young man was the only one in the world who knew the secret.

Guan Junchen's expression changed a few times, but he changed the subject and asked, "Why hasn't Yan Chunxi come here yet? I clearly asked him to come to Liufang Pavilion to see me."

Wang Jinzhi froze for a moment, he didn't know about this, so he didn't know how to answer.

But Guan Junchen was already a little nervous, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, he got up abruptly and walked out of the room.

Standing under the long corridor and looking around, Guan Junchen saw a thin figure of a young man crouching in the courtyard at a glance. He was drenched by the torrential rain but remained motionless. His heart tightened in an instant, and he hurriedly walked After rushing out, he didn't bother to hold an umbrella for himself.

"Hee'er—"

Guan Junchen picked up Yan Chunxi who was unconscious in the courtyard and was drenched by rain, and called out in a panic.

The boy didn't ask anyone to help him, he got here step by step, and finally passed out completely.His complexion was as pale as gold paper, but his body was burning hot, obviously he had already developed a high fever.

The heavy rain poured on Guan Junchen's body and face, and he was immediately drenched to the extreme.

Holding Yan Chunxi in his arms, he strode towards Liufang Pavilion, while shouting to Wang Jinzhi who came out, "Please ask the doctor—and ask the kitchen to cook some ginseng soup."

"My lord..." Wang Jinzhi hesitated for a moment, and stood still.

Guan Junchen turned his head and looked over. The chief manager had been with him for more than ten years, so he certainly understood what Wang Jinzhi meant.

He took a breath with a "hiss". At this moment, Guan Junchen really couldn't care less about hiding his emotions. He closed his eyes and let the pouring rain pour on his noble and handsome face. After a while, He only heard him sigh in pain, almost from his chest, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to kill him."

Wang Jinzhi took a deep look at Guan Junchen, said nothing more, bowed and saluted, and turned around to invite the doctor.

……

Guan Junchen carried Yan Chunxi to Liufang Pavilion, only a few days later, the boy's body seemed to be much thinner than before, when he was holding him, he touched his waist, and he could almost feel the bones.

I don't know how long he was drenched in the heavy rain just now, but now his whole body is soaked, and his body is scorching hot because of the high fever.

Guan Junchen stripped off the whole white shirt on Yan Chunxi's body, then put the boy naked on his bed, took a dry cloth towel and slowly wiped off all the water droplets on Yan Chunxi's upper body, and then picked up the thin towel The brocade quilt half covered the boy's body.

Although Si Yue carefully stood behind him holding warm water, he didn't ask others to intervene in such a trivial matter.

When he saw Yan Chunxi's legs and knees, Guan Junchen couldn't help but pause slightly.

Under the light, I saw that the supposedly round and beautiful kneecap had swelled up by more than an inch, and the stretched thin skin was glowing with a lifeless cyan color. In the past two days and one night, his legs were kneeling like knees. With this appearance, it's no wonder that Yan Chunxi couldn't even stand up straight.

Even if the bruised and swollen part was lightly touched with a cloth towel, the comatose young man seemed to still feel the pain, and a vague sob came from his throat.

Guan Junchen looked at Yan Chunxi who had his eyes tightly closed, a pair of dark Danfeng eyes couldn't help flashing a hint of guilt, it was at this time that Wang Jinzhi and the doctor had rushed over quickly.

The doctor checked the pulse, picked up the light and looked carefully at the wound on Yan Chunxi's knee, then got up and bowed to Guan Junchen: "My lord, Mr. Yan hasn't had any water or rice these days, and his body is too weak. After being drenched by the heavy rain again, I developed a high fever. This is an acute fever, and there is nothing serious about it. Afterwards, the old man went down to fetch medicine, and Mr. Yan will take it while it is hot, so the fever should stop at night."

"Mr. Yan's stomach is empty now. You can use some ginseng soup first, and then feed the boiled porridge later. It is not suitable to eat big fish and meat for these two days. Eat light and warm first, so as not to hurt the stomach."

"Where's his leg?" Guan Junchen asked in a low voice.

"This knee bruise is a bit serious, but Mr. Yan is young, he is recovering quickly, and the root cause of the disease will not be left behind." The doctor pondered for a while, and continued: "Of course I can't walk around these few days, wipe it more frequently." Medicinal wine, wrapped in a warm cloth towel and rubbed more, it can be cured more quickly and thoroughly, of course, this will require Mr. Yan to be more patient with the pain."

Guan Junchen sat by the bed in silence for a long time, and finally he just said indifferently: "You all go down."

After hearing this, the doctor and Si Yue bowed and retreated.

Only Wang Jinzhi remained in Liufang Pavilion in silence, stepped forward and brought the hot ginseng soup to Guan Junchen's hand.

Guan Junchen didn't mind either. He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Yan Chunxi's upper body. Slowly feed it into Yan Chunxi's slightly chapped lips.

Neither he nor Wang Jinzhi spoke, they just finished feeding the small bowl of ginseng soup one mouthful at a time.

The boy's originally pale face turned slightly red due to the high fever. After eating this bowl of ginseng soup, it seemed that his complexion finally became more lively.

With his eyes closed, he leaned softly against Guan Junchen's chest, his body was so warm, like a docile kitten nestled in Guan Junchen's arms.

Guan Junchen looked at the boy in his arms, and was slightly lost in thought.

In the entire Liufang Pavilion, for a long time, there was only the sound of the pattering rain after the outside of the house gradually became smaller.

The bean-like candles flickered in the hall, and there was a "cracking" sound in vain, and two more were extinguished in an instant, the room became dark immediately, and Guan Junchen's face was also hidden in the shadows.

Wang Jinzhi wanted to light the lamp, but at this moment he suddenly heard Guan Junchen speak.

"Look how good he is when he's asleep."

There was a faint smile in Guan Junchen's voice, and he said softly: "It's been a long time since he was so obediently asked to be hugged by me—I never thought before that his temper is actually more stubborn than a donkey's." .”

"Little guy," Guan Junchen's voice was vaguely doting, but then he couldn't help but pause, and finally heaved a long sigh: "You don't know how fierce this little guy is when he gets angry. For so many days, I just knelt there with one eye, neither eating nor begging for mercy, not even a drop of tear...refusing to shed to me."

"My lord, you, have you visited the Zhengxin Hall?" Wang Jinzhi couldn't help asking in surprise, he wanted to get a candle while asking.

"Stop lighting candles."

Guan Junchen stopped him lightly, and he did not answer Wang Jinzhi's question, but said gently: "Actually, there is no light in the room, but it makes people want to say something from the bottom of their hearts—Jinzhi, you are 29 this year, right? Do you remember what you looked like when you were 17?"

Wang Jinzhi was stunned for a moment, how could he not remember, he was young and vigorous, and he was full of fearlessness all day long, who could not remember such a time.

"I still remember that when I was 17 years old, I led the army for the first time. Among the [-] princes at that time, I was the only one who had this honor. My father appointed me as the general of the town hall, and I went west with the mighty general Song Yaoqing. Guan Shan led [-] cavalry to fight against the army of Xirong. In that battle, the battle was so dark and full of flying sand and stones that it lasted for three days and three nights before Xirong was beaten back to the outside of the pass. I found that there was a hole under the right rib that was pierced by a spear and was bleeding out, so I felt a burning pain—"

When Guan Junchen said this leisurely, he actually laughed with relief in his voice: "I was really young at that time, after hastily bandaging the wound, I didn't take it seriously, and I ate big bowls of meat with the soldiers that night Drinking, I had a good time. Then the shot really left a scar under my right rib—”

"After that, the injury and pain have been accompanied by my military career for several years. I was nailed to Guanshan, and I fought westward bit by bit. I fought for more than 300 miles until I reached the end of the war. Sageye Great Desert. Xirong has been beaten to this day, and they dare not invade even a single step on the border to the west of my Great Zhou. Let me tell you, the me back then—can I still be worthy of the word "champion?"

Wang Jinzhi's face was solemn, he lifted the hem of his robe, and suddenly knelt down on the ground, he said word by word: "Although the prince was a prince back then, he took the lead and fought bloody battles for six years. The three armies—championship title, I should be the second person in the Great Zhou dynasty, this statement is absolutely not false, and the tens of thousands of people in the Great Zhou should also be of the same mind."

"Yes, Champion," Guan Junchen put his arms around Yan Chunxi who was still asleep, gently stroked the young man's pretty eyebrows, and murmured: "When I was 23 years old, I was named Champion. The person who is more prominent than me is that year, I went to Gusu... During this trip, I did not expect to meet this little guy."

"Actually, this life is really unpredictable. Sometimes when you reach the summit when you are young and stand so high, you think that the road ahead will become brighter and brighter, but who knows that when you take the next step, you will find that it is not the case at all. -"

"When I was 25 years old, the third son of the emperor, Xiang Wang Guan Zhenyang, began to form a party and plan to seize the throne. At the age of 26, my mother Chen Guifei died of illness. In the six years since then, two princes were assassinated and died, and three princes were demoted. At the age of 32—more than half a year after the current Holy Majesty ascended the throne, King Xiang's treason case was exposed, and I lost my only biological brother."

Wang Jinzhi looked silently at the figure of Guan Junchen in the darkness. The most prominent and valuable Prince Ning of the Great Zhou Dynasty showed an unprecedented tiredness in this rainy summer night.

Suddenly, like the most ordinary and mediocre middle-aged man in the world, he narrated his downfall and lack of ambition.

"I gradually discovered that the prince's life is actually like that candle. When it burns the most, it is easy to be complacent, thinking how radiant it is, but in fact, it is only because it is destined to blow it out." That gust of wind hasn't blown yet."

"Now I am 35. Sincerely, I have lived half my life and experienced too much blood and sadness."

"For half my life, I have always been willing to give up. I was forced to give up the freedom and happiness of the army, the glory of being a champion, my brother, and my favorite Mr. Heyuan. I just hugged him tightly. A golden sword for avoiding death, but it is weaker than anyone else. But you know—to this day, just now, I suddenly feel reluctant to part with it."

Guan Junchen held Yan Chunxi in his arms, but his voice turned from the extreme exhaustion, the voice was very flat and steady, but it seemed to imply some kind of frightening tension.

He didn't know if this change of mood was due to the boy in his arms.

But he couldn't help recalling the stubborn appearance of this little boy kneeling in front of the Zhengxin Hall over and over again. He had seen it secretly at night and from afar during the day, but he had never seen it for even a moment. Yan Chunxi looked weak and weeping, even if the boy was kneeling, he straightened his body upright, passed out, woke up again, and then knelt so straight again.

Guan Junchen couldn't help but think back to his 17-year-old years as a frontier soldier. Was he also like this?

He used to be.

He looked at the face of the young man in his arms, and in the darkness, a sharp arrogance gradually emerged from those dark red phoenix eyes. He paused word by word, and repeated in a deep voice: "This time, I unwilling."

……

Before Wang Jinzhi left, Guan Junchen remembered to ask him to also ask the doctor to go to Cheng Yixuan's room to have a look.

Although Cheng Yixuan said some not-so-pleasing words, Guan Junchen really had to drive him out of the mansion if he wanted to put the past aside.

But now he was thinking about Yan Chunxi's affairs in his mind, but he calmed down towards Cheng Yixuan, calmed down and thought about it, and felt that Cheng Yixuan was really innocent and unlucky.

The drizzle that fell all night didn't stop until dawn, and the breeze with some fresh smell after the rain was blowing slowly, and the mood that had been boring for many days was swept away in an instant.

Yan Chunxi was young after all, after being fed the decoction, he continued to sleep for half the night, and when Guan Junchen came in to touch his forehead the next morning, his fever had subsided.

A tinge of blood had returned to the young man's face. At this time, when he was touched by Guan Junchen's hand, he turned over in a daze, and pressed his warm face to Guan Junchen's hand again.

While he was moving like this, before he woke up, his stomach screamed a series of times.

Yan Chunxi frowned all of a sudden and opened his eyes.From this point of view, he woke up from hunger.

"You're awake."

Guan Junchen was sitting on the side of the bed, seeing Yan Chunxi's round almond eyes looking over, he was quite happy, he waved his hand, and called Si Yue over, saying, "Bring the hot porridge here."

But when Yan Chunxi saw that it was Guan Junchen, a look of resistance appeared in his eyes.He curled up abruptly, deliberately shrunk away from Guan Junchen's hand.

He didn't say a word, he just stared at Guan Junchen with some tension, the corners of his beautiful mouth were drawn down, showing a very serious expression.

When Guan Junchen saw that the young man was still stubborn like this, he was helpless, but fortunately Si Yue happened to come over and handed a warm bowl of rice porridge to Guan Junchen.

No matter how stubborn Yan Chunxi was, now he smelled the sweet smell of millet porridge, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and he began to keep looking at Guan Junchen's hand.

Only then did Guan Junchen feel confident speaking, he scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge and handed it to Yan Chunxi's lips, and said in a warm voice, "Last night, I kept asking the kitchen to prepare it. Whenever you wake up, there will be hot porridge to drink. But you I slept soundly, no, I didn’t wake up until morning, but I’m so hungry—”

Yan Chunxi almost didn't cry when he smelled the sweet smell of the boiled rice right in front of him.

He was hungry for two or three days, and at the beginning he could still think of some favorite foods such as stewed duck, pork ribs, and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, but then his brain seemed to be frozen, and his mind was full of white rice, hot rice, delicious Rice, just like that.

At that moment, thinking about rice, and reminiscing about the taste of chewing rice in my mouth before, I felt sweet.

Thinking of this, his nose was so sore, but he resisted the urge to open his mouth, instead looked at Guan Junchen warily, and whispered, "I'll do it myself."

Guan Junchen's hands froze in the air, and he was very embarrassed for a moment. He was silent for a while, then turned his head and said to Si Yue in displeasure, "You go out first."

"What? You haven't eaten what I've fed?"

There were only two people left in the room at the moment, Guan Junchen didn't get angry, but just asked a question.

He is so strange——

Yan Chunxi has been hungry for several days, how can he still put the hot porridge in front of him without drinking.

"You promised me to be just a servant—"

Yan Chunxi clenched his teeth and opened his mouth. As soon as he spoke, his stomach was spineless. A series of "grunts" made Guan Junchen listen to him.

Yan Chunxi's fair face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, a hint of embarrassment flashed in his almond eyes, but seeing the faint smile on the corner of Guan Junchen's mouth, the look in his eyes burned with anger, he straightened his neck, He said stiffly: "Since you are an ordinary servant, you shouldn't bother the prince."

Guan Junchen heard his stomach growling like this, his heart couldn't help softening, and he didn't waste time in stalemate, so he quickly handed the porridge bowl to Yan Chunxi himself, and ordered: "Drink slowly."

Yan Chunxi couldn't hear the word "slow", he didn't care about Guan Junchen who was still sitting on the side, holding the porridge bowl and gulping down, even the rice grains got on the tip of his upturned nose in embarrassment. Hulu finished his bowl.

Holding the empty bowl, he couldn't help but glance at Guan Junchen. Of course he wasn't full, but he didn't want to bow his head and beg Guan Junchen to give him another bowl.

Guan Junchen didn't make things difficult for him, he walked to the table and handed over another full bowl of porridge that he had prepared.

Yan Chunxi quickly picked it up, and now he drank the porridge until he finally slowed down after the eighth bowl, and began to scoop it slowly with a spoon.

In fact, he was a little full, but the porridge was always uneasy, and he was so hungry that he was scared for the past three days. A feeling of being alive after a catastrophe.

Guan Junchen saw that he didn't want any more porridge, so he half-lifted off the brocade quilt on the young man's body, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and thin calves, and that pair of knees that were still swollen and bruised.

He sighed secretly in his heart, and reached out to take the prepared medicinal wine from the side.

Yan Chunxi was startled by Guan Junchen's movement, and his almond eyes, which had just relaxed, immediately showed a look of defense, but before he could speak, Guan Junchen raised his face: "Don't move."

Guan Junchen opened the lid of the medicinal wine, and a pungent smell rushed out immediately.

He frowned, and while pouring the medicinal wine into his right palm, he said coldly to Yan Chunxi: "Who says you are not an ordinary servant? Don't think of yourself too precious. Remember, it is useless if you don't stay in the palace." My servant, since you are serving this king, you have to look neat and tidy, if someone else rubs this wound, I'm afraid it will ruin you, I can see that you won't be able to embarrass yourself by limping in the future."

Guan Junchen didn't even look at Yan Chunxi's stunned expression, but before his palm touched the bruised knee, he pondered for a while and took out a soft silk handkerchief and handed it to Yan Chunxi: "Don't cry and shout to upset me, Bite on this—"

He paused, and added: "Don't bite your lips."