Devil’s Advent

carriage,

shake;

Ji Chengjue, dressed in silver mink, was sitting in the carriage, holding a small heater in his hand.

Opposite him, sitting in a long gown, Fan Shaoliang;

The son of Fan Zhengwen, he and his mother were sent out of Chu State by Fan Zhengwen early and came to Yanjing City.

After arriving in Yanjing,

Live next door to the palace.

Ji Chengjue looked at the thin young man in front of him wearing a sword,

shake your head,

road:

When you are young, you don't know the value of fire, but when you are old, you will cry at Kang Kong.

Fan Shaoliang is instinctively restrained in front of his cousin, although his cousin has always been very approachable and likes to joke, especially when he gets along with his family, he is gentle and unassuming;

But Fan Shaoliang was still afraid of the current sixth prince.

It really doesn't feel cold.

The person surnamed Zheng said in the letter that Jindong is very cold, and asked me to send him more cotton and fur to keep him warm for the winter.

Fan Shaoliang said: Eastern Jin should be colder in winter than my home.

Oh, but the problem is that Xueyuan is just across the door from his surnamed Zheng. The wild people in Xueyuan have already been made round by him if he wants to be round, and square if he wants to be square. He even had the nerve to ask me for it fur?

this………

Fan Shaoliang had met Zheng Houye, and at the same time, his father had also told him some things about Zheng Houye.

So, at this moment, he didn't know how to interject.

Although they are relatives, Fan Shaoliang doesn't think he has the qualifications to comment on the newly promoted military meritorious prince of Dayan.

Ji Chengjue sighed unhappily,

road:

However, that guy is really afraid of the cold. In winter, he will wear a lot of clothes. Unlike you, he is so angry.

Cousin, I'm not at home in my practice, and I can't control the circulation of Qi and blood. I think Lord Zhenghou should be...

He is also half-baked in practice, but he is better than me.

Master Zheng...

The example of King Jingnan is the first,

Defeat the Juggernaut, lead the army to go out, and be invincible;

Naturally, Lord Zheng Hou, who was vaguely regarded as Dayan's next generation military god, was also given the title of third-rank master.

The common people may think that such a powerful Marquis of Pingxi, how could his personal cultivation be not high?

some of,

Also including Fan Shaoliang.

Because he had seen the scene where Lord Zheng Hou entered Chu to snatch the princess, if he didn't rely on his own strength, how could he have such courage?

can only say,

When your status reaches a certain height,

When the people below look at you, they will be shrouded in sunlight, and will be haloed naturally.

Have you read your father's letter?

Look, Dad means to let me study in Yanjing City.

paused,

Fan Shaoliang said again;

Let me work beside you, cousin.

Ji Chengjue nodded and said:

It's all due to emotion and reason. In the battle against Chu, your Fan family contributed a lot, and the follow-up rewards will not come until a few years ago. At that time, your Fan family will definitely have a hereditary magistrate.

The hereditary magistrate is actually equivalent to a small-scale cracking the earth to seal the marquis.

This was done by Qian Ren first. When the assassin-faced gentleman was still there, in order to better manage and calm the chaos of the natives in the Southwest, the chieftains who were willing to take refuge in the court were set up with the title of Tusi, which is equivalent to a hereditary The county magistrate and magistrate.

Externally, he is a minister of the imperial court; internally, he is still the big king of one side.

Father actually doesn't want these rewards. Fan Shaoliang pursed his lips, I understand my father, what he wants is for the Fan family to reproduce and live like a normal family, and no longer be slaves.

Ji Chengjue automatically ignored Fan Shaoliang's words.

When communicating when the levels are not equal, it is easy to say innocent things.

Fan Zhengwen didn't want the Fan family to be slaves anymore, Ji Chengjue believed in this, but just for this, Ji Chengjue didn't believe it.

The slave turned over, not to get rid of the identity of the slave, nor to break the rules, but when he was a slave, he saw the benefits of being a master;

He is, wants to be the master.

It's just that there is no need to explain these words to the young man in front of him.

This is still a piece of uncut jade, and Ji Chengjue admires it very much. It is impossible to say that in ten years, the Fan family will be able to move out of the Mengshan area. The premise is that Fan Shaoliang can gain a firm foothold in Yanjing.

Of course,

As soon as the feudal clan was established, I thought about cutting the feudal clan, which is equivalent to taking off my pants and farting.

At this time,

The front of the carriage was stopped by a group of soldiers.

Eunuch Zhang, who was driving the car, showed the token of the palace,

All the mausoleum guards saluted the carriage in unison:

See Your Highness Sixth Highness, Your Highness Fukang.

Ji Chengjue didn't show up.

Shaoqing,

The carriage continued on and entered the imperial mausoleum.

From the day when each generation of emperor ascended the throne, whether he is an old prince or a child, from that day on, the mausoleum will be put on the agenda and construction will begin.

This is a huge project, and it is also the practice of the emperor since ancient times.

emperor,

The glory of his life can no longer satisfy him,

Even after death, he still had to keep his pomp.

When the national power is strong, the mausoleum should be built more grandly, and when the national power is weak...you have to build more grandly, whether you say it is to make your face swollen to make a fat man, or you say it is to do some Feng Shui for yourself;

In short, this is the top priority.

The previous kings of the Yan Kingdom were no exception.

until,

His own father ascended the throne.

First of all, his father restricted the layout of his mausoleum very small, probably only one tenth of the size of the former emperor.

It's really too small to read.

At that time, the government and the public probably thought that Emperor Yan was doing it deliberately to sweep away the extravagant and extravagant atmosphere of the former emperor when he was in power.

But only the princes who are qualified to succeed his dragon chair know,

No matter which of the brothers takes that position in the future, in the matter of building the mausoleum, the size must not exceed that of my own father, and in order to show respect, it must continue to be reduced.

Unless you are talented and have made greater achievements than your own father, you simply don't have the face to change this rule.

In the same way, after the size of the emperor's mausoleum has been reduced, how dare the living nobles exceed the emperor's taboo?

Naturally, it will shrink accordingly.

Ji Chengjue felt that this was the only way to start a foundation and establish rules.

On this point, my father did a lot in a low-key manner a long time ago;

Without much fanfare, a large monument was erected beside the imperial road outside Yanjing City, with each new law engraved on it;

that,

useless.

What is really useful is to turn yourself into a monument. When future generations encounter the same thing, they will naturally take you as an example and standard.

The Xia people have a tradition. They don't respect the rules very much, but they respect their ancestors very much.

Ancestors are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. From the perspective of future generations, it is actually clear at a glance which ancestor is wise and martial, and which ancestor is muddled.

Ji Chengjue slowly closed his eyes,

in childhood,

Many people have said it, including my own father,

I am very similar to him.

sunk for so many years,

After he was in charge of the household department and held a big wedding, this statement was brought up again.

People with intentions, people without intentions, and people with ulterior motives are building momentum for themselves with their own different purposes.

In the capital restaurant,

Ji Chengjue took the Tu family girl home,

He also said eloquently,

Today he, Ji Chengjue, is on the plate again.

Why was he able to play with Zheng Fan? In the beginning, he really had no interest in it;

After all, he was pretending to be a pig at that time, and he hadn't seen a steamed tiger yet. The guy surnamed Zheng was still a grassroots, a miscellaneous school lieutenant;

Therefore, it is really congenial;

That kind of narcissistic hypocrisy,

surnamed Zheng,

Ji Chengjue also has it.

He once felt that if it wasn't for his father's deliberate suppression,

Don't care what concubines and concubines are born,

Ji Lao Liu,

He can definitely do better than Situ Lei back then, and he can do even more absolutely.

but,

suddenly,

you look up,

Just discovered,

The lion that is dying of old age and dying of sickness,

what he showed,

Something completely different from myself.

conspiracy,

trick,

plan,

layout,

No matter how many people you have, no matter how many moves you have, no matter how dense the chess pieces are,

in the end,

In front of Tangtang Zhengzheng, they are all so vulnerable.

Own,

It was an obsession before, but instead fell into a dead end.

And the one surnamed Zheng,

He once said a sentence, that sentence sounded like nothing at the time, but now in a different state of mind, and then tasted it, there is a kind of transparency that sees through the turmoil and points directly to the essence:

Power grows out of the handle of the knife.

He has already seen clearly.

Ah? Fan Shaoliang was a little confused.

Ji Chengjue didn't explain, but stood up, and the carriage also stopped at this time.

Now the mausoleum of Emperor Yan has arrived,

but,

His father is still in the backyard,

Coming here at this time, it is naturally impossible to mourn his father who is still alive.

But after his third brother left, his father ordered his third brother to be buried in his mausoleum, with his father and son buried together.

Many ministers wrote a letter praising this as the highest courtesy for being a son and a minister, to accompany the emperor's tomb!

But in Ji Laoliu's view,

It was nothing more than his father wanting to save some money.

got out of the carriage,

The bleakness in winter is very clear in the mausoleum.

Even though his father's mausoleum has been reduced a lot according to the old system, it is still very big here.

Fan Shaoliang couldn't help but speak behind him:

Cousin, isn't it appropriate to come here at this time?

It was not his turn to ask these words, but he thought that since they were relatives, he should say it.

Even if, my cousin probably won't answer.

In fact, Ji Chengjue did not answer.

because,

Ji Chengjue himself didn't know why he wanted to come here to see his third brother on a whim yesterday.

He also understood that he couldn't hide the matter of coming to the imperial mausoleum today, and he didn't want to hide it.

Father is seriously ill,

He came to see the imperial mausoleum,

Even if you explain to the outside world that you are mourning your third brother, who will believe it?

This move,

It’s similar to when a relative in the folk is seriously ill, and you go to the longevity shop to buy paper money and come back.

However, for Ji Laoliu, now is a sensitive period, anyway, there are too many lice and he is not afraid of being bitten;

For some real ministers, they may be surprised and puzzled why the sixth prince, who is so politically sophisticated, would make such a low-level mistake at this time.

I have seen His Highness Six.

An old eunuch came over with a broom.

The old eunuch, surnamed Qin, was ranked ahead of Wei Zhonghe, but because of a crime, he was demoted by his father to guard the mausoleum ahead of schedule.

Ji Chengjue nodded to him,

road;

It's getting cold, add more clothes.

talking,

Ji Chengjue covered his nose,

road:

Also drink less alcohol.

Hehe. The old eunuch Qin smiled and pointed behind him, Your Highness is here to see His Highness Third?

Ji Chengjue nodded.

Coincidentally.

The old eunuch Qin stepped back silently, and drew a two in his hand.

Prince,

Are you there too?

Ji Chengjue continued to walk in,

really,

Front,

I saw the prince in a white brocade robe.

Seeing Ji Chengjue approaching, Li Yinglian was startled at first, then retreated silently, guarding both sides with Eunuch Zhang.

Both of them have the kung fu of qi refiners, and they may not be able to get on the stage of real masters in a fight, but they have some means to prevent eavesdropping.

In such a situation,

Whatever you say next,

Unless the dead third brother climbed out of the coffin to find his father to inform him, it would be basically impossible for him to leak it.

They are all princes,

One is the crown prince, and the other is the God of Wealth of the Yan State Household Department, who is in the limelight.

If you can't guarantee loyalty even as a personal companion, you can really find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Second brother, you lost weight.

Ji Chengjue said.

The prince smiled,

road:

Every time we meet, you say that I've lost weight. You've said it several times. Am I skinny now? Or, maybe the third younger brother who is buried below has more flesh than me?

the dead are gone,

joke about the dead,

inappropriate;

But to put it bluntly, it doesn't matter if the one buried in the ground is my brother.

Ordinary people are very afraid of ghosts and ghosts, and instinctively reject dead people and mourning halls, but that's because dead people don't kiss you.

If it's a real kiss, you'd really like him to sit up suddenly and have a few more drinks with you.

You don't have any festivals or taboos, why do you think of coming here? the prince asked.

Come here during festivals and festivals, but it seems to be a formality.

The prince nodded and said, Yes.

immediately,

The prince sat down on the next step,

road;

It's a coincidence.

Ji Chengjue bowed to the stele, then turned around, walked to the prince, sat down,

road:

It's really a coincidence. The second brother doesn't need to find out who leaked the secret when he goes back, so he doesn't have to spend a lot of time.

I'm not interested in that at all. The crown prince shook his head, You think I don't know, your people have already made me a sieve.

The East Palace is in Ming Dynasty, so it is easier to attract moths.

That's indeed the truth.

So, the second brother really doesn't care.

It's useless to care. I'm not as good as you in terms of buying people's hearts, placing people, planning, and political disputes. Since I can't compare, it's better not to compare;

compare to go,

damaged,

It's my own vitality, Dayan.

Co-author, have I been singing a one-man show?

Sixth brother.

Um?

You are very powerful, better than me. I will not pretend to be generous and say that I am doing nothing. In fact, I am still a little disheartened.

Ji Chengjue nodded.

The prince let out a sigh,

road:

Zheng Fan has become a Marquis.

His wings are stiff. Ji Chengjue took out the snuff bottle, took a breath, and pinched his nose, Second Brother, you don't think I can manipulate him now, do you?

This is not self-effacing, nor is it a cover-up,

fact,

indeed so,

Ji Laoliu had already clearly felt the rhythm of the guy surnamed Zheng persuading the girl to be good after he started to visit the brothel and pulled out the job.

The prince suddenly stretched out his hand,

hesitated,

He hugged Ji Chengjue.

Ji Chengjue trembled,

He turned his head and glanced at the hand on his other shoulder.

wind,

blowing,

rolled up some fallen leaves;

The prince laughed,

pointing to the front,

road:

Remember, before.

before,

The prince also put his arms around Ji Chengjue's shoulders like this,

The third prince stood not far away, reciting poems emotionally.

The crown prince frowned, thinking that this was an insult to the integrity of the Yan people. He learned to be as polite as that dry man, and he really couldn't lift a knife by then.

At that time, Ji Chengjue was young and intelligent, plus he was loved by the Emperor Yan, so he curled his lips in disdain, thinking that his third brother was so out of his mind that he still wanted to recite the poems with emotion so that he could show off in front of his father .

I didn't come that night, brothers, blame me.

It's the same whether you come or not, but you should come.

Yes, I should come. If I come, it will prove that I still have some humanity. The boss, the fourth, the fifth, and even the little seven can have an explanation.

It's a matter of benefit and no cost.

right.

A smile appeared on the corner of the prince's mouth,

road;

Actually, I really don't think there is any need to come. The third child is just taking a step ahead. It won't be long before we can see you again.

Then,

He would show off the poems he had just composed and recite them to me over and over again.

Ji Chengjue was noncommittal.

At this level,

It is too difficult to impress him with true feelings;

at most sad,

Not to be moved.

Isn't it uncomfortable? You have done so much, you have arranged so much. It wasn't for the emperor's father pulling sideways a few times, I would have rolled out of the East Palace a long time ago.

Ji Chengjue shook his head,

road;

Second brother is standing in the front, I'm more relaxed, my father is not a good person to serve.

I can tell that this is the truth. The prince paused and continued, But, you could have had many ways to get that position.

Now,

The wind has changed,

Father means,

It is to let the two kings of the north and the south enter the capital,

My Dayan's situation started with them, so naturally they have to build the coffin.

The two kings of the North and the South entered Beijing,

This is a force that can overwhelm everything.

Whether it is politically, militarily or in people's minds,

It is enough to make any ambitious person despair, and can only kneel down obediently and obey.

Father, I didn't give you a chance to make your own decision. The prince said.

En. Ji Chengjue nodded.

Tell me, who will you choose?

You are the prince, ask me this?

I think Xiao Qi is the most suitable choice.

The Lord is suspicious of the country.

But for any party, it can be an explanation. I, Dayan, seem to really need a master for more than ten years. The prince said.

Second brother, what do you mean?

Tell me, if I resign from the position in the East Palace and then build momentum for Xiaoqi, will you hate me to death?

It's up to you, anyway, we can't decide anything by ourselves. Ji Chengjue stretched out his hand, picked up a dead leaf, held it in his palm, and gently crushed it.

The prince nodded,

road:

You have to have a premise for what you say.

Ji Chengjue looked at the prince and said, What's the premise?

In the eyes of the prince, there was a chill-like coldness,

road;

Before the old stuff dies.