Travel thousands of miles in my life

It just rained lightly in the capital city last night, and it has been pattering all night.At daybreak, when the servants in the palace were about to wake up the emperor, they saw his body half leaning against the steps, and the bright yellow thin quilt only covered half of his body.

Another breath, the emperor has been dead for a long time.Maybe he went there during the thunderstorm in the first half of the night, or maybe he died in the second half of the night when the rain was about to stop.No one except the old man who has been by his side knows that since the beginning of the year, His Majesty's dragon body has not been very healthy. September left.

The Harvest Festival is only half over.

Perhaps he didn't expect the old emperor to leave in such a hasty way. The palace people had to drive out to be buried overnight tonight. The tomb and coffin are ready-made, as long as they are ordered.As the most honorable attendant in front of the emperor, the old man should change into his shroud at this time.

"Where are the elders, concubines and princes?" He stood silent for a while in front of the couch, and then asked suddenly.

"I got the news earlier, I'm on my way here." A servant behind him replied cleverly.

"You go out first, the dragon's body is precious, don't expose it at will." The old man didn't turn around, knelt down and kowtowed, and said quietly: "Wait for the old slave to send your Majesty off."

The little attendant responded repeatedly, and withdrew with his arms folded.

After he left, the old man slowly got up from the ground. He stared at the old emperor's body with a complicated expression for a moment, and then said coldly: "Your Majesty, I have offended you."

He pulled out a piece of apricot-yellow silk from the corpse's hand, shook it off, quickly glanced at the writing on it, and stuffed it into his bosom, then took out a piece of silk of the same color from his sleeve, and stuffed it back into his hand as it was. .

After all this was done, the old man put on a loose shroud for the emperor. He took a careful look at the pale complexion of the corpse, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, or both.

The noisy sound outside gradually increased, and the piercing cries seemed to pass through the clouds to pull back the soul that had long since returned to the sky. The old man knelt quietly in front of the bed, with a look of grief unmoved by external objects.

The cabinet ministers, older princes, and concubines who were the favorite of the emperor all came, and they entered through the small door, standing in the small bedroom, and the air that was squeezed was sparse and sticky.The old man got up, turned to face them, took out the bright yellow silk cloth tied with thousands of people's hearts from his sleeve, and slowly unfolded it under everyone's expectant or frightened eyes.

"Fengtian Chengyun emperor, the imperial edict said: follow the emperor to inherit the heaven and establish the pole, and caress the Yuhuan area... Today, the fourth son Wei Shi is calmly established as the prince, who is in charge of the East Palace. The Yuan prince's conduct is unreasonable, and he is demoted to the prince..... ...."

He read the imperial decree word by word without haste, and handed over this incomparably sacred decree to Ge Lao for identification.After doing all this, the old man seemed to have been exhausted, and walked out the door with the support of the servant.

After him, the audience was in an uproar.Concerned about being in front of the spirit of the sufferer himself, his filial sons and grandsons dare not make loud noises, but they are also very aggrieved.

What is the virtue of the fourth guard?Can the emperor write a special decree to abolish the prince and ascend to the position of great treasure?Someone looked hopefully at the senior cabinet ministers, hoping that they would open their mouths and say that the edict was false, so that they could have a long-term plan.

But I didn't want the oldest one among the several ministers, after reading it several times, he stroked his gray and sparse beard and said: "This is His Majesty's will. The country cannot be without a king for a day, and people should spread it quickly." Call His Royal Highness."

As soon as the elders of the two dynasties spoke, it was true.Why don't people mention it before, and then there will be another chaos.

The turmoil in the palace has not yet spread to the border town. In the desolate tavern, several people dug out the good wine hidden by the shopkeeper.Sitting around and warming up some wine, they chatted all over the place.

"My surname is Chang. How old are you? You can just call me Brother Chang." Mustache drank very boldly. He put the knife that was in the way behind his back, stretched his arms and started to drink. After taking a big gulp, he wiped his mouth: " It’s been a long time since I’ve had a drink, it’s so refreshing!”

"Old Chang, you drink slowly, ah, where did you guys come from?" There was a middle-aged man who looked very elegant sitting next to the mustache, propping up the table with one hand, and sipping a drink with a wine bowl in the other. It's really a gentle look.

"Xiaozhou, let's go all the way north from there. We planned to visit Ajiye, but we didn't expect martial law to be enforced on the way, so we had to visit my aunt first." Yan Wuxin also took a drink from the coarse porcelain bowl. Jin, frustrated: "It's easy to say that martial law is martial law, and the original plan has been disrupted."

"Roshna is not a peaceful place, so it's better not to go there." Mustache smiled, "Boss Jiang probably fled to the pass along with the asylum seekers. I'm afraid you will have to go to another place to find her."

"Refuge?" Yan Wuwu became interested. He gently pinched the legs of the young man under the table, and said with a frown, "I haven't heard any wind during my journey. Didn't it just avoid some kind of difficulty? Could it be that the northern tribes united?" Woke up and entered the gate?"

Among the few soldiers, the dark-faced strong man who had been silent for a while suddenly thumped his bowl on the table, and went out the door in a muffled voice.

The sudden sound startled Wen Shuqiu, and Yan Wuwu quickly squeezed his hand underneath.

The young man looked in the direction of the voice in a daze, and asked softly: "But what taboo did we say? It made this big brother unhappy."

"Don't worry, he's always been like this." The middle-aged man reassured: "My little brother guessed right, it's just that there was a military disaster outside, and we were called from inside the pass to outside the pass."

When drinking and talking freely, several people's defenses against Yan and Wen were also lowered a lot, and they talked more.

"Brother Yan doesn't know. We were originally under General Gao Mingwei. Our official position wasn't low at first, and we were a hundred households at the last time. This time, we followed the general to repel those barbarians. Who would have thought that the general would be besieged?" To death......." The mustache drank a sip of wine with red eyes, and the middle-aged man next to him was also a little choked up. General Gao is benevolent, and they are reluctant to be his subordinates.

"General Gao is dead?!" Yan Wuxin finally grasped the misty thoughts.Wen Shuqiu suddenly squeezed his hand lightly, and wrote the words 'Quanlong has no head' in his palm.That's it, General Gao died, and Luocheng Town, guarded by Gao's army, fell.The Bei people robbed and killed, and left after making a fuss, leaving behind the common people and the rest of the soldiers who were forced to rest in the pass.Now the court must have heard the news of General Gao's death and sent a new general to integrate the old troops.

The middle-aged man took over the conversation and sighed: "He's dead, his body was almost spoiled by those bastards. Fortunately, we arrived in time to snatch the general's bones."

He didn't need to describe too much, both of them could imagine the tragic battle situation at that time, Yan Wuyi lowered his eyes: "A generation of heroes..."

"The general has already returned to his hometown, and we veteran ruffians are jealous of him." Mustache wiped his eye sockets and said with a smile: "The best result for those who can go to the battlefield is like this. The general has fulfilled his wish."

Even though he said so, Yan Wuwu and Wen Shuqiu also raised their wine bowls and toasted them all.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, the general can't just let the general see my old jokes in the sky." Mustache drank his drink and put down his wine bowl: "Where are you two going next?"

Yan Wuwu hesitated slightly, and said, "Let's go to the pass to see my aunt first, and then go back to Miaozhou. Parents are still at home, so I still don't feel at ease."

"This road is not easy to walk. It just so happens that the few of us are going to go outside the customs. Why don't we take you along?" The middle-aged man smiled and said, "If you are willing, I will meet you in this tavern in three days."

"That's troublesome." Yan Wuwu wanted to refuse, but the young man secretly wrote the word "promise" in his palm, and he readily agreed.

It was late at night when they said goodbye, and the few people took advantage of the moonlight to say goodbye. Yan Wuxin and Wen Shuqiu walked out of the town along the back door of Luocheng Town.After walking for half an hour, you will be able to reach the pass.The two of them pretended to have something in their hearts, and they were a little silent.

At this time, a group of fine cavalry was rushing forward under the moonlight. Looking carefully, they faintly centered on the carriage in the middle, protecting it from water.

"Congratulations, master, your wish has come true." A man wearing a white mask knelt in the carriage and presented a letter with both hands.

A slender hand took it, tore it casually and let it drift away with the wind.Another attendant polished the candle, half of the man's handsome and evil face was hidden behind the light, and he leaned lazily on the soft cushion: "Where's Wei Congzheng?"

"Returning to Your Highness, Prince Yuan has been demoted to Bianzhou." The man in gray said respectfully, "You are already the master of the Eastern Palace."

Although he was respectful, there was excitement and tremor that could not be concealed in his voice.Wei Congrong frowned slightly, and he asked again: "Where is Jiu Xian? Any news?"

"There is no news from the Nine Commanders yet, so I think it might be a bit uncomfortable." The gray-clothed man replied truthfully.

Wei Congrong was upset for a while, so he dismissed his subordinates.Leaning on the soft cushion by himself, he couldn't tell what he was thinking at this moment, he seemed to be thinking about the possibility of assassinating the prince, or he seemed to be hesitating whether Jiu Xian would betray him or not. Thousands of thoughts disturbed him and made him restless.

The moon was just shining outside, Wei calmly opened the curtain to look at the full moon hanging over his head.In my memory, there seems to be a person who kneels under such a bright moon and swears piously to himself.

"I am here to swear by eternity. First, I will sacrifice my body for my lord. Second, I will sacrifice my loyalty to him. Third, I will sacrifice all my thoughts and thoughts in the future. Only when I give you everything, I dare to leave."

Wei calmly rubbed the tingling forehead, it was too long, how did he answer back then.

"Since you will offer everything, why not call it Jiuxian."