Qihuang

Xu Shaozhuo wanted to howl, but Yan Liaoti yanked his collar and pulled him up: "Don't be ashamed."

Xu Shaozhuo wiped away his tears, and asked excitedly while sobbing: "Your Majesty! Can I follow you in the ceremony of conferring the king?"

"The Great Ceremony of Conferring the King?" Yan Liao glanced at him: "There is no need for such a thing."

Xu Shaozhuo was dumbfounded: "It's not good, I still want it!"

His family's heir had to hold a grand ceremony with a great reputation and be admired by thousands of people!

Yan Liao jumped down from the turret, his voice floated in the air: "No need, trouble."

Born to be a king, why do you need to be canonized.

Because of the national mourning, and because Yan Shizi didn't want to have a banquet with a group of ministers who could make him mad...

In fact, no one would dare to sit in the hall with Prince Yan and hold a dinner party or something...

In short, the Mobei Palace on New Year's Eve this year was extremely deserted.

When night falls, the thick snow in the palace is covered with a layer of moonlight silver.

Wang Xinbai found Yan Liao at Xuanye Pavilion with a few jugs of good wine.He laughed and teased: "That's you, you don't care about the rules. What should you call me in the future, son?"

Xu Shaozhuo's eyes were sharp and he quickly asked the palace man to bring a wine cup, and listened quietly with his ears sideways, and Yan Liao thought: "King Yan?"

Xu Shaoqing curled his mouth, thinking to himself, can't the prince think of someone more majestic? !

Wang Xinbai was shocked: "Isn't it? You really don't plan to be the king of Mobei anymore? I thought you were just doing a show..."

Yan Liao fiddled with the wine cup, and said calmly: "I listened to Xu Shaoqing's idea, and pretended to deal with a group of old guys. However, when this day really came, I didn't plan to go out under the banner of Mobei."

His father had been foolish and loyal for two lifetimes, Yan Liao could not use the name of Mobei to disrupt the world.Rebellion is his willful action. If someone scolds or spits in the future, just scold him and spit him alone.

The edge of the white porcelain wine cup is soft moonlight, and the turbid wine in the cup is marked with sharp eyebrows and eyes. Yan Liao said: "The people who will walk with me in the future, I have said from the beginning that they will not pledge allegiance to the The royal family of Mobei, but I, Yan Liao."

Wang Xinbai was deeply regretful: "It turned out that this was the reason why you gave Xiao Yuyan the surname at the beginning, but it is a pity that he failed your trust."

Yan Liao lowered his eyelashes: "Fortunately, the northern border has been flattened, and Prime Minister Wang can still work hard for a few more years."

It is really a windfall to be able to sign an armistice agreement with the northern border in this life.

Wang Xinbai was silent for a while, and finally asked the question that he had been holding back for many years: "My lord, why do you insist on going out?"

Yan Liao took a sip of the spirits, but did not answer this question.

It seemed that when he was reborn in this life, there was only one thing in his mind.I really want to ask him why...

Yan Liao turned his head sideways, looking in the direction of his father's palace.

Xu Shaozhuo on the side raised his head and held his chest high, proudly said: "Of course it is because the son was born with the bones of the emperor. In the future, when the Yan character flag floats all over the world, the world will surely be able to feast on the sea and the river, and the time and the year will be prosperous!"

Yan Liao sighed: "The Haiqing River Banquet is too empty. What I want is that every family can have a fire during the holidays, and everyone, old and young, women and children, can enjoy family relationships."

Yan Liao's words were very peaceful, maybe his throat was moistened with wine, and it seemed a little soft in the north wind.

A god of war who has fought for many years and licked blood with the tip of a knife uttered such a small and warm wish. Wang Xinbai seemed to be poured a pot of strong wine. His heart was hot and his eyes were bright. The eyes in Mobei..."

Wang Xinbai was about to say "I am willing to be your second minister" with great pride in the next sentence, but he was dumbfounded by the sound of clinking glasses.

Because Yan Liao rejected him without hesitation: "No need."

Wang Xinbai, who has never had his blood ignited several times in his life: "...??"

Yan Liao frowned and said earnestly: "Xiaobai, you should stop being an official. Even if you become an official, you are also a greedy person who is afraid of death so as not to offend others."

Wang Xinbai's heart was stabbed again, and he looked at Xu Shaozhuo with a slumped face: "You heard, people say no!"

It's not like he said that he was the one who made me go up to the court many times before!

Yan Liao sternly said: "I want to build a school in Mobei. The Book Collection Pavilion is destroyed, why not build a school in the same place and let you manage it, and you will find some scholars who have ink in their bellies, and then recruit them. Some poor children who want to study.

Children from poor families will not have the pressure of family status. As long as they have talents, they will be allowed to be officials in the court in the future. When they occupy official positions, they can benefit more poor people. "

Wang Xinbai's face gradually became serious, and when Yan Liao finished speaking, he knelt down respectfully: "I am willing to do it as ordered by my son."

After a while, Wang Xinbai couldn't bear it any longer, and asked tentatively, "My lord, did you come up with this idea?"

No way! ?

Yan Liao's eyes flickered for a moment, took a sip of wine, and said slowly: "No, it was a few years ago, Wu Hai talked with me..."

Yan Liao couldn't remember why he had talked about this topic with Wu Hai, but when the officials were in a mess, he suddenly thought of Wu Hai's previous proposal.

When did Wu Hai say these words to himself?What else had he said to himself?In what kind of place?What kind of expression do you use?

Yan Liao tried to search in his mind, but he didn't have any impression.

That's right, he has never looked at Wu Hai well in the past ten years.

His prejudice against Wu Hai is too deep, deeply rooted in his heart, and only when his conscience is floating will he treat him better.

When you really want to treat him well, he has already left.

Yan Liao raised his head and drank another glass of wine.He couldn't tell what kind of feeling he had in his heart, but somehow he felt a little stuck.

So much so that he drank too much wine that night, and in the end Xu Shaozhuo and Wang Xinbai couldn't stop him, so they had to let him drink as much as he wanted.

Empty jugs filled the corners of the pavilion, Wang Xinbai and Xu Shaozhuo supported Yan Liao and sent him back to the bedroom.

Xu Shaozhuo sighed softly: "My son used to drink like this when he was in the military camp. How could he drink like this during the Chinese New Year?"

Wang Xin gave Xu Shaozhuo a blank look, "Stupidity is not a disease, there is no cure!"

Xu Shaozhuo: "Ah? What?"

Wang Xinbai: "Stop it, you fool!"

Wang Xinbai supported Yan Liao, feeling the weight on his shoulders was much lighter than he imagined, and just thought how could there be such a person in this world?

Why do some people take the world as their own responsibility, even willing to abandon the noble prince, even if everyone betrays their relatives, they still have to do such a thankless thing?

But only such a person can make Wang Xinbai willingly kneel down and become his best minister.

In the middle of the night, Yan Liao woke up suddenly from the blood-red bones all over the floor, and sat up from the bed.

After being stunned for a while, Yan Liao shouted hoarsely: "Wu Hai, pour me a glass of water."

It was dark and quiet in the empty bedroom, and no one responded.

Yan Liao frowned and rubbed his painful temples, put on his outer shirt and got out of bed.

There was no longer a light on at the corner of the bedroom.

Yan Liao: "..."

Suddenly no sleepiness.

So Yan Liao better dressed, walked through the palace garden, and went to a small courtyard deep in the palace.

Yayuan was extremely depressed, and the large green bamboos planted on the outer wall of the courtyard had been completely collapsed by the heavy snow, and were pitifully folded on the ground.

Yan Liao pushed the door open, lit a candle, and walked slowly into the courtyard.

He came to a bamboo room, which was the place where he and Wu Hai listened to Mr. Fan's lectures when he was a child.

At that time, Mr. Fan would sit on a futon, hold a thick lecture book, and explain a bunch of obscure truths to the two of them.

Yan Liao has never been able to listen to these uninteresting, uninteresting things in two lifetimes. He often enters the left ear and exits the right ear, and will be chased away by the sleeping insects.

However, even a good-tempered person like Mr. Fan really couldn't bear to doze off in front of the students.

Mr. Fan didn't dare to do anything to Yan Liao, so he handed a piece of paper to Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan naturally raised his beard angrily, and personally taught Yan Shizi a lesson.

Later, Yan Liao thought of an excellent solution. He moved Wu Hai's desk in front of him, so that he could sit behind Wu Hai, and let Wu Hai block Mr. Fan's sight, so that he could doze off openly.

It's a pity, Wu Hai was too short when he was a child, he couldn't stop him at all!

Yan Liao was annoyed, and blamed Wu Hai for not eating well, and why he grew so slowly.

At the same time, in order to be lazy, Yan Shizi thought of a new method. He asked Wu Hai to stand and listen to the class, so that Wu Hai who stood up could block himself tightly.

Mr. Fan was a little strange at first, he asked Wu Hai: "Why are you standing and listening to the class?"

Wu Hai clasped his palms and answered in a low voice, under the gaze that could poke someone dead from behind: "Students are dull, and they can only write down every word the teacher says with their hearts when they stand."

Mr. Fan was very satisfied: "It's hard for you to be eager to learn and make progress at a young age. If so, just stand and listen!"

Wu Hai: "..."

This is really a clever way. Wu Hai stood there for half a year before Mr. Fan discovered the mystery!

When Mr. Fan filed a complaint with Prime Minister Wang, the poor Wu Hai could only move his bow left and right, copying the Disciple Rules hundreds of times for Yan Liao with both hands.

……

Touching the two bamboo tables under his hands, Yan Liao sighed softly.

Going further inside, Yan Liao entered the bamboo room where Mr. Fan's spirit tablet was placed.

After Mr. Fan passed away, Wu Hai was depressed for a long time. He didn't even allow other palace people to enter and leave Yayuan to disturb the teacher. Only he could clean up the mourning hall for the teacher.

Yan Liao really had no way to refuse such a sad Wu Hai, so he agreed to his request immediately.

Thinking about it now, Wu Hai at that time was probably just like himself now, as if he lost his father suddenly.

After lighting the candle, Yan Liao suddenly froze——

The place where the teacher's spirit card was originally placed is empty!

Mr. Fan's spirit card is gone!

Yan Liao felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he immediately understood that it must be Wu Hai who took away the teacher's spirit card.

"Wu Hai, is this... your only concern?"

Wu Hai's only concern turned out to be a spiritual card of the deceased!

At this moment, Yan Liao suddenly remembered that he had treated a child so harshly.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-1521:26:54~2019-12-1623:59:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: brother handsome Qing, two points of water plus one water;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!