geese return to autumn

He drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and asked the guard who came running, "Did you find out?"

The guard whispered in his ear: "It seems to be in Bibo Lake, just now there was a fisherman fighting in Bibo Lake last night, but I don't know who it is."

After thinking about it carefully, "Not good! Let's go!"

Jingchan led his people to the Bibo Lake, where the waves were rippling, and it was dead silent today.Looking at it at a glance, it seems that the pond is full of lotus flowers competing to bloom, and the sky is so beautiful.

The guard trembled: "Commander, it's all blood..."

Unexpectedly, his face darkened, "Quickly find the third son!"

"Yes!"

"You guys are looking for me?"

There was someone behind him!

Everyone turned around in surprise.

"Third, third son?!"

The person in front of him was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, his left hand was embracing a person, and his broken right arm was bleeding profusely.With each drop, blood smeared on the dark lake.

This, this is the third son who talked about unruly in the Hou's mansion!

Jing Mo was heartbroken, and hurried to help: "Young master! It's my subordinate who came down late! This subordinate will send you to the town to seek medical treatment first!"

Yanyin raised his eyes slowly, like a Rakshasa, so scared that he dared not take another step forward.

He paused every word and said: "Back to Beijing, I want to be a prince."

"But my lord, your injury—"

"Go back to Beijing." He said coolly, "I can't die."

Yan Yin was finally willing to attack the noble, but he became like this.Not knowing whether to be surprised or happy, he had to order the guards to find the car and the doctor first.

"Hold on."

Unexpectedly, he turned around and said, "My lord."

Yan Yin tilted his head, and gently rubbed the hair on the shoulder of the man, "Look for some clean clothes, he likes to be clean."

Unexpectedly, he stared at A Yu for a long time, then said silently: "Yes."

The guard asked Jingchan in a low voice: "Commander, that young master is weak, why don't you go to the nearby Zhuangzi to find an old doctor..."

Jingchen let out a long sigh and shook his head: "No need."

He raised his head and glanced at the sky where it meets the water. There were little spots of light, like a shattered dream. Is this Yan family really not going to last long?

In the 11th year of Zhengheng, Yan Yin, the eldest son of the Yan family, returned to Beijing to attack the noble, added a tiger robe, and was granted a jade belt. He was the Marquis of Xining.

September twenty-ninth, Chaotang Golden Palace.

"Xuan—Marquis of Xining—Yanyin—"

Civil servants and military generals all stared intently at the man who slowly walked in from outside the golden hall. He was wearing a red tiger robe, a black gold crown, and a tall and thin figure. One sleeve was empty, and his swaying shadow was reflected on the black floor tiles. Like a ghost at the end of the night, walking towards the world step by step.

Yan Yin didn't look sideways, just walked step by step, with the paleness after a serious injury, and the only solemnity in this life.

Although he didn't look directly at Shang Yan, Yan Dian, who was standing with his sleeves folded in the court row, felt a shudder for no reason.While dodging hastily, as expected, he met the flustered gazes of other side branch patriarchs.

The originally imagined child with a yellow mouth actually ascended to the position of marquis today!

Yan Dang frowned fiercely, chasing and killing them all these years has put in a lot of effort...

Yan Yin's white-soled soap boots stopped five steps below the steps, and he lowered his eyes and lifted his robe to kneel and bow, "Minister, Yan Yin, see my emperor long live!"

The emperor smiled and raised his hand: "Okay, now confer the title of Aiqing, Wangqing will bear the great responsibility of the Yan family and be the pillar of my court."

Yan Yin bowed his head and bowed again: "Thank you, my lord! I will devote myself to my country, and my heart to my country!"

"Let Aiqing be flat!"

"Thank you, Lord!"

Above the court hall, the monarch and ministers are in harmony; below the court hall, there is already an undercurrent raging.

The century-old family of the Yan family has influence in the imperial court and the harem. The relatives spread over half of the courts, and the soldiers in their hands may be able to fight against the imperial court. These years, the Yan family has been in charge of the Yan family. The Yan family has become extremely prosperous. Feared by the emperor.Originally thought that the Emperor Yan's sudden change would take the opportunity to regain the power of the Yan family, but unexpectedly he kindly helped a bastard to the throne!Could it be, could it be that the royal family has...

Yan Yin glanced at the expressions of the crowd, a sneer flashed across his lips, and suddenly cupped his hands and said loudly: "Report to Your Majesty! I have my own performance!"

"Oh?" The emperor raised his eyebrows, "Zuzao."

"I traveled all over the rivers and lakes in my early years. I was a martial artist, my qualifications were vulgar, I didn't study political history, and I didn't know anything about military strategy. I couldn't command the army of Jiangsu and Zhejiang." talent!"

Full of uproar!

The million sailors in Yan's hands have always been the emperor's worry, and he has been dealing with Yan Chen for several years.This Yan Yin actually surrendered his military power on his own initiative!

The emperor smiled and was not surprised: "Oh, since that's the case, can someone recommend Aiqing?"

Yan Yin let go and simply said, "It's up to His Majesty to decide."

Yan Dang opened his eyes angrily, Li Zi!He actually took refuge in the royal family!

And Yan Yin stood on the golden palace, looking cute, as if he was a real wanderer, the prodigal son didn't know what was going on.

In today's court, it was not only Yan Dian who was frightened.

Yan Yin suddenly sneered, feeling refreshed in his chest, old guys, this is just the beginning.

The Golden Palace was conferred, and the power of the army was released with only a few words. All parties and factions in the court, some were as panic-stricken as geese, and some were as ready to move as royalists. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on the center of this turmoil— —Xining Hou Mansion!

Unexpectedly, this Yanyin thanked the guests behind closed doors after being sealed off from the Golden Palace, and never stepped out of the Marquis Mansion again!Only a batch of pastry chefs were sent to the waiting mansion after hitting Jiangnan, and then sent back again.

The smell of sugar wafted in the Hou's mansion, and it was the end of the year.

"Master, are you still guarding over there?"

Yan Dian frowned, seeing that it was half of the end of the year, and Yan Yin hadn't moved yet...

"Leave a few people, and withdraw the rest."

"Yes."

"Second brother! Second brother!"

Yan Dang annoys his younger brother the most. He always knows how to spend time and wine, and comes to him every three days to beat the autumn wind. At the beginning of the year, he was divided into a few Zhuangzi and then he was able to write comfortably. Why did he come again today!

"What are you yelling about! What disaster have you caused again!"

Yan Yan paled, "Second brother! Zhuangzi! The imperial court is going to seal my Zhuangzi!"

"what?!"

It's time for snow in Shengjing at the end of the year.

The first snow this year didn't fall very much, Yanyin didn't want to go back to the house, so he ordered people to move the tables and chairs to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and prepare thin quilts and charcoal basins.

He gently brushed off the white snow that fell between A Yu's eyebrows, lifted him up with one hand, and gathered him into the cloak.

As if in this way, he has the temperature.

"Master Hou, the candy cakes are here."

"Did the one from Linglong Valley do it?"

"Yes."

Only then did Yan Yin raise his eyelids, motioning for him to put it down.

"Ah Yu, this is Linglong Guding's best sugar pastry master. He didn't want to come here before. No, I have to send someone to tie up the whole family to come. Get up and have a taste?"

Ayu was silent, Yan Yin Gu picked up a piece and ate it, it was still too sweet and greasy, he suddenly smiled, "It's really good, it's much better than the previous one, don't you want to eat it?"

No one answered.

"Okay, if you don't eat it, don't eat it. I will keep that person. When you want to eat it, I will tell him to do it."

The wind curtain was suddenly raised by someone, blowing away the warmth of the pavilion gathered by the charcoal and stones.

Although it was the cold winter of March, Meng Hong was still wearing the light red dress, her icy muscles rivaled the snow, and the mist flowed.

"Three days are coming, I'm going to take him back."

Yan Yin lowered his head and rubbed against him: "Really, it's been three days, and you haven't eaten yet, aren't you usually hungry?"

Meng Hong frowned, raised her sleeve, and the sleeping boy turned into a handful of green smoke and flew into her sleeve.

Yan Yin's expression was very unkind for a moment.

Meng Hong said: "The end of the year is approaching, and I dared to send Ayu out for a few days under the cover of the immortal energy blessed by the gods. If you are reluctant to part with him, you will wait for his soul to dissipate." stop!"

"Heh," he smiled, took a jar of wine, and got drunk before drinking, leaning unsteadily on the porch pillar, "Reluctantly, Meng Hong, don't you also want to part with it?"

"I've never been in his heart. I don't want to talk about whether I'm willing or not. I just owe him and pay it off." She looked back. I can't keep him either."

"Meng Hong!" Yan Yin roared suddenly, his heart trembling like burning wine, his lips trembling: "Please...please let him wait for me..."

Meng Hong paused, "Let's see if he is willing to wait for you."

Yan Yin held the wine, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The red clothes were scattered in the fluttering snow, as if they had never been there before.

"Yan Xi!" He suddenly shouted sharply.

Yanxi was ordered to wait by the lake, when he heard the words, he rushed out of the pavilion, "Master Hou."

His eyes were sharp, "how?"

Yan Xi was taken aback, and after a while he understood what the question was about, and hurriedly said, "Let's do it."

Yan Yin remained silent, looked at the wine in his hand, and suddenly smiled.

Loosen your fingers, let the wine jar fall to pieces.With a big hand, he tore off the tiger robe and black crown on his body, and smashed it to the ground!

What do you want, a prince, a noble, a rich man!

he came!

In the 11th year of Zhengheng, Hou Yan of Xining attacked the prince in hermit.It's the day to serve the royal family and pay soldiers.Ascend to the throne and close the door, come back and never come out, have fun.Likes to eat sweets, those who are good at Jiangnan who have this skill and enter the palace are invincible.

At the end of the 11th year of Zhengheng, at the end of Dali Temple's proclamation, Yan Yan, the servant of the household department, privately embezzled more than a thousand soldiers and weapons, harboring evil intentions, copied his door, and fled.The geese are all worried.

In the 12th year of Zhengheng, at the meeting of the Marquis Qiuwei of Xining, he was slacking off in the wilderness. When the emperor drove there, a pack of wolves came out, and more than a hundred people retreated.

In the 13th year of Zhengheng, Queen Yan's family gave birth to Prince Ying, who died in March, and was poisoned by the second hand.

At the end of the 13th year of Zhengheng, the private soldiers of the Yan family rebelled against the south of the Yangtze River. The generals called for battle, and they were dispatched to retreat.

"Bah!" Blood and falling teeth were spat out, and Yan Yin glared at Yan Yin, "Yan Yin, even if you hate us, you are still a member of my Yan family! The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooking! What do you think? If you kill our emperor, you will be treated kindly? Rewards for meritorious deeds to seal the territory? Delusion! The royal family regards my Yan family as a thorn in the flesh, and I want to die for a long time!"

Yan Yin stood on the shore, tilted his head slightly, and wiped the sword in his hand, his eyes were focused, as if looking at another person.

His legs were numb from the icy lake water, and his wound was burning. He panted heavily: "If you and I let go of our enmity for now, you let me go today, and you and I will conspire together tomorrow!"

The blood on the sword was wiped dry, reflecting Yan Yin's face, which was as pale as a white space, and his lips were as red as weeping blood.He pursed his lips in satisfaction, and finally raised his eyes to look at the lost dog in front of him.

"Tsk, is it cold?" he asked.

Yan Dang was taken aback, the question was inexplicable, and he didn't know how to answer it.

"When Ah Yu left, it wasn't so cold."

Yan Dian tightened his fingers, he mentioned that boy at this moment...

"But that day he was also so cold that his hands and feet were so cold that he didn't even want to respond to me."

"Yan family? Heh." He sneered, "My Yan family...hahahahaha...shit!"

He violently raised his sword and stabbed forward, so violently that it was almost impossible for Yan Dian to parry, "My family, Qiu Yu! If the Yan family destroys him, I will! Destroy the Yan family!"

Yan Dian was terrified when he heard this, and got a kick from Yan Yin on his chest, and rolled into the water, the blood light scattered on the lake, and Mie... Mie Yan's...

"It's you!" Yan Dian's canthus cracked, "I thought you were just handing over the military talisman to protect yourself, but you actually sent the Yan family to the blade of the royal family with your own hands! You...you!!"

"Wrong," Yan Yin calmly stepped on his chest with his black boots, and leaned his sword against his neck, "How do you think the emperor knows about the military pay and weapons? I am the emperor who used to kill the Yan clan knife."

In the 13th year of Zhengheng's winter, he was killed in Bibo Lake, and his head was lifted to restore the emperor's order, and he was forgiven for sitting on the throne. He was deprived of his title and demoted to a commoner.There is no longer the Marquis of Xining in Shengjing, and there are no more officials of the Yan family in the temple.It is said in history that the change of ten days.

The path is cold and cold, with dead leaves and yellow springs on the road, a dilapidated wine canopy, and a person sits inside. The red clothes are crispy, and the aroma of wine is alluring.

Yan Yin sat down beside her, picked up the wine bowl on the table and was about to drink it up.

"Wait." Meng Hong reached out and pressed the wine bowl.

She smiled and said: "If you drink it, A Yu's years will be in vain. Oh, it's just for nothing that I have been a widow all these years."

Yan Yin put it down as he said, and teased: "I'll let it go, you are not allowed to use this bitter soup to harm A Yu."

Meng Hong folded her arms in front of her chest, "Your wife is so delicate, you don't want to eat anything that isn't sweet."

"With your skill, I think this wine shop has caused many ghosts!" Yan Yin sneered.

Meng Hong winked: "What's the matter? Even if I only know this kind of wine, there are people rushing to eat it."

The sound of Huangquan water in the ear was suddenly indistinct.

Indistinct, in a trance, as if deceiving.

Meng Hong said: "The time has come, you go."

Yan Yin's heart tightened suddenly.

Suddenly dozens of eddies swirled in the flowing yellow spring, undulating and turning, and a water bridge was paved between the springs in a short time.

There was a man on the bridge, sitting cross-legged.

The man raised his head and shouted, "Yanyin! My clothes are wet!"

At that moment, it was as if a huge boulder fell on his heart, the lightness of his feathers made the man's eyes wet and he shook his body.

Yan Yin jumped up, squatted down beside him, and looked at him greedily.

A Yu tugged at him: "The clothes are wet."

Yan Yin hugged him into his arms and rubbed him contentedly.

"Yanyin!" Ayu shouted.

"Huh?" Yanyin stretched his fingers towards his neckline, "Wet? Then take it off!"

this man!

A Yu snapped open his hand: "Old pervert!"

Yan Yin grinned: "It is said that being a ghost is also romantic, and I have become a ghost, so I am not allowed to be romantic?"

Watching the two figures disappear at the end of Huangquan Road, Meng Hong shook the wine bowl.

"Haven't drank Mengpo soup, but passed Mengpo bridge. I will send you to the afterlife, and I will pay you back to protect him in this life."

Lan Zhen appeared behind her at some point, picked up the wine bowl on the table, it was empty, and picked another one, it was empty again.

He curled his lips: "Tsk! You didn't leave me a bowl!"

Meng Hong glanced at him and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"The man will come in three days, you still have to wait for him here?"

"Tch," Meng Hong stood up, shaking the red dress on her body with some disgust, "Wait for him? Is this place originally mine?"

She hummed a tune and helped up the scattered dishes, bowls and wine jars, set up the bamboo canal, and rolled up the broken bamboo curtain.

Jiutian Wuxin is hard to force, and the fall into Huangquan is nothing.

The author has something to say: Finally...Finished...

Meng Hong will probably write another one, probably...

Thank you for reading the text, pen core.