I know I was wrong

The last time that Yan Shirong went to Jianchun Street somehow reached the ears of his imperial brother Yan Qing, Yan Qing waved his hand and said, "You should reflect on yourself." After that, Yan Shirong was fined and grounded for half a month.

In the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, when recovering from a serious illness, being confined for half a month really killed Yan Shirong.

During the day, he would lie on a chair bored, and just stay in the backyard and read a book, as if he could smell the fragrance of flowers outside.At the beginning of the year, he got a good fur, and spent a lot of money to hire a craftsman to make two cloaks. The red one is gorgeous, and the white one is elegant. Extraordinary, even Ren Tianwang and Lao Tzu couldn't take his eyes off him, let alone that person.

Yan Shirong touched the white one, the fur was soft and smooth, he couldn't help asking: "How many days will I be able to release my feet?"

"It's early," Cheng Gui replied, "There are still fourteen days left."

"It's only been a day since the relationship? Let me die..."

"You can't die, there are many things waiting for you to take care of." After a pause, Cheng Gui lowered his voice and said with worried eyes: "The shadow guards sent to Xiangcheng are all missing."

"All disappeared?" Yan Shirong leaned on the side of the pavilion with his arms supported: "Go and send someone, I don't believe that person can be lost in broad daylight?"

Chenggui nodded.

Just thinking about it, suddenly heard some commotion outside, Yan Shirong said: "What's the chirping noise?"

The maid Yicui covered her face and smiled and replied: "It's Li Xiaohou, Feng Shaoqing and Zheng Sangong."

Yan Shirong covered his ears: "Tell them to go away! No see no see no see no see! My king see you!"

Yi Cui said: "They said they don't want to come in, they just want to see your jokes at the door and feel the spring breeze outside."

Yan Shirong frowned and sighed: "Careless in making friends! Careless in making friends!"

Li Zhu, the young master of Beiwuhou's family, Feng Yin, the young minister of Feng Taifu's family, and Zheng Jin, the third son of Zheng Guogong's family, are the most hurtful ones among his friends. Yan Shirong was swept up by the Honglian Division, counting them all. A few laughs are the most dissolute and noisy.The affection of cheating in the same class in the Imperial College was lost in this laughter.

"What are they laughing at this time?"

"I'm laughing at you... I'm not laughing at anything. They were chatting outside. They said that a new Cantonese chef has arrived in Beijing. The crispy chicken is very authentic. They want to try the boy chicken that they have eaten before. "

As soon as the words fell, Li Zhu's arrogant laughter passed through the wall: "This meal is for you! I have eaten Cantonese crispy chicken, but I don't want to be a Beijing boy chicken."

Feng Yin immediately interjected: "I just hugged Xiaoguan and Meiji, turned around and arrested Honglian."

Zheng Jin also laughed loudly, and raised his voice: "Let's go, eat chicken, eat chicken!"

Yan Shirong picked up his sleeves and rushed towards the back door: "I'll fight them!"

Yi Cui and Cheng Gui stopped him: "Master, don't be impulsive, you are still grounded! Going out is bullying the king!"

Yan Shirong sat down and shook her head: "Careless in making friends! Careless in making friends!"

These three people come to the palace every day to watch, and make up a different doggerel every day, and the next day they are sung all over the capital. In the prosperous teahouse, the storyteller must first read a paragraph of the prince's foot-stopping poem to hang his voice.The common people prefer to hear this, and the men are not as good as he is, so they try to make up for his embarrassment.Women can't care about this much anymore, with a good-looking face, even if it's an embarrassing thing, it's a romantic anecdote.

For a while, the story of Yan Shirong being prostituted and banned was widely sung in the capital of Wei Dynasty.

Yan Shirong held back his fire, and carved letters under the old tree closest to the gate of the mansion. Once a few people came, he made one stroke, a total of fourteen strokes, he let out a long sigh of relief, the release of the ban was in sight.

The night of No.14 is the first day of March, a good night without a moon, and a faint fragrance floating.

Yan Shirong was wrapped in his beloved white fox cloak and stood on the roof looking forward to it, ready to jump out to breathe fresh air when the time came.

Underneath Chenggui looked at it coldly, his heart was about to jump out, and he exclaimed quickly: "Master! Don't be overthinking it!"

All the servants and maidservants in the mansion came out for a while, shouting five and six.

The boy in the south yelled: "Look! Our prince is going to commit suicide!"

The one in the west is a wind ear: "What what? It's about to give birth?"

The person from the south corrected: "Light——life! I mean light life!"

So you said to me in one sentence:

"Come out! Look at the prince committing suicide!"

"My lord! You have endured it for fourteen days, why can't you stay for another hour?"

"Grandpa! What should we do when you leave..."

"woo woo woo woo!"

For a while, people in the mansion cried together.

The old man who sweeps the floor has bad eyesight because of his age. When he saw Yan Shirong standing on it, he couldn't help saying: "Master, come down quickly! Don't be on top if you can't hold back anymore, what a shame! What's the matter with pissing on the top! Come down quickly!" Come down!"

There is one who is used to flattering horses, and before opening his eyes, he opened his mouth to flatter: "Our prince is really a blessing to all living beings, and a blessing to all living beings."

Everyone stopped crying for a while, no one dared to laugh, and then the crying became louder and louder.

Yan Shirong's brain was in pain, and before he could explain it, he saw a boy crying and welcoming Xue Cuo in, pointing to Yan Shirong who was already sitting on the roof, and said: "Master Commander, please persuade my lord quickly, he wants Suicide!"

It turned out that Xue Cuo was handling the case in the Honglian Division at this time, and on the way home he heard some noisy crying at the residence of the Sixth Prince, so he came to have a look.

Xue Cuo frowned, just as Yan Shirong was about to explain, he saw him jump into the room with a light kung fu, before he had time to say hello, he felt that his weight was lightened, and he was lifted to the ground by Xue Cuo.

He came too fast, Xue Cuo let go of him before Yan Shirong could react.Yan Shirong suspected that he could smell the quiet fragrance of plum blossoms, but at this time the plum blossoms had already fallen.

He touched the back of his neck that seemed to be burning, and asked calmly: "Which wind is it that brought Commander here?"

Xue Cuo seemed to be holding some kind of anger, and his tone was not kind, "What are you doing up there?"

Yan Shirong smiled and replied, "Enjoy the moon."

Xue Cuo looked up at the sky, where there was no moon in the dark sky, he wanted to leave with a wave of his sleeves.Yan Shirong called him to stop, and said for no reason: "I regret my life, I don't want to die."

Yan Shirong saw his footsteps paused, and hurriedly said: "Master Commander, shall I see you off?"

"No need." Xue Cuo walked out coldly.

That night, Yan Shirong dreamed of Xue Cuo.

This person was still gentle and amiable when he was young, but his temper became colder as he grew older.

Princess Ning'an was raised in the deep palace, and she was always close to the emperor's brother and sister-in-law. Even after marrying Fuyuan General Xue Lin, she often communicated with the palace.

Her eldest princess's mansion is not far from the palace, when Yan Shirong was young, the queen would often carry him across the mansion to talk to the princess, and Ning An would often take Xue Cuo to the palace to greet the queen.

At that time, Xue Cuo was not so full of anger. When the elders wanted to watch him write, he would splash ink in a flying phoenix dance.

The queen was so envious: "Ayu, Ayu, look at brother Cangyu, if you are half as talented as Cangyu, the queen will be at ease."

Five or six-year-old Yan Shirong was a big kid, and knew that he offended his mother, so he ran to Aunt Ning'an's arms to hug her: "When the sky falls, the prince and elder brother will support it. Ayu's lack of talent is virtue!"

The queen was stunned, she didn't expect Yan Shirong to urinate so transparently.The prince is the first son of the former empress, he was registered as the crown prince early in the morning, and he was adopted in her palace together with Princess Zhuoling.The courtiers of the queen's mother's family wanted to test the emperor's intentions secretly. Since they really loved the sixth prince, they didn't have the slightest idea of ​​setting up another prince?But these people were all stopped by the queen, she said: "I don't ask for anything else, I only want Ayu to grow up safely. A high position is a hindrance to others, and some things are not his, so he shouldn't ask for them."

Ning An smiled and hugged Yan Shirong in his arms, "Yes, it is best for us Ayu to grow up safely."

Xue Cuo withdrew his sword, looked at Yan Shirong, and smiled secretly.

Yan Shirong was fierce and jumped to the ground: "What are you laughing at?"

Xue Cuo was caught straight, his eyes moved to the sky: "It's nothing."

"Don't laugh at me!"

"Okay, don't laugh."

Yan Shirong was satisfied.

Unexpectedly, Xue Cuo not only didn't laugh at him later, he even laughed very rarely.

After the Xue family lost power, the ministers who had been close to each other on weekdays either fell into trouble or tried to protect themselves wisely. No one in the court spoke up for the Xue family.Princess Ning'an was bumped to death on the palace pillar to prove her husband's innocence. For a while, the Xue family tree fell down and the monkeys scattered, leaving Xue Cuo alone. The 15-year-old Yan Shirong sneaked out of the palace and rushed to the princess's mansion, fearing that Xue Cuo would be overwhelmed.

Xue Cuo was also sitting on the high roof drinking wine at that time, Yan Shirong had to use up all his energy to climb up, and asked him why he was sitting so high?

Xue Cuo raised his neck, took a sip, and said, "Look far."

"What did you see?"

Xue Cuohong looked at the pedestrians walking on the street, at the well-proportioned houses, at the dim and misty sky, and at Yan Shirong who was sitting beside him, shrinking his neck and frowning after taking a sip of strong wine, and said: " Didn't see anything."

Yan Shirong didn't know how to comfort him, she just said, "You must be well, only you, Aunt Ning'an, and General Xue will be at ease."

Xue Cuo rudely covered Yan Shirong's bright eyes to prevent him from seeing his embarrassment at this moment. His throat was sore and rolled, his nose was sore, and his voice fell involuntarily, but his tone was still as stubborn and proud as before: "I'm very happy." I'm sorry for my life, I don't want to die—I want to Chen Xue for the Xue family, and I want to comfort my parents in the sky!" After a pause, Xue Cuo took a breath, and covered Yan Shirong's eyes with more force, and he Said that he wanted to make those dirty and smelly things disappear.

Yan Shirong felt some pain in the bridge of his nose and eyes, but he could not make a sound. He knew that Xue Cuo was shaking, and he also knew that Xue Cuo was crying.He just waited quietly, waiting for Xue Cuo to calm down.

Too many things happened that year, Yan Shirong's mother died of illness, and his father also passed away because of missing him.He moved out of the palace, and in order to avoid suspicion, he became an idle prince, spending his time eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

But even if he doesn't care about the government anymore, he knows that Xue Cuo has changed suddenly and became the head of Zuozhengsi and became the commander. Everyone said that he was blinded by the power, and he was decisive in killing and mutilating his courtiers.

Yan Shirong knew that he was doing what he wanted to do.Those who were pulled down by him were all those who fell into trouble after the Xue family lost power. He said that all those dirty and smelly things should disappear.

The courtiers he punished felt resentful, saying that such thieves were in vain the descendants of the Xue family.They chimed in and said, Xue's family has long been extinct, did you forget about collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country?Yan Shirong couldn't hear this, if anyone said it, he would grab his sleeves and fight that person desperately.

Two years ago, Xue Cuo reversed the case for Xue's family, confirming that his father had nothing to do with that matter.He endured for a long time, and arrested the person who was beaten by Yan Shirong that day and sent him to the criminal justice department. He calmly and gradually increased the punishment, and asked them with a smile: "How about this? Are you still worthy of being a descendant of the Xue family?"

Since then, everyone in the court respected him three points.