Wen Xiangyanyu

Princess Zhunyu, who was about to be married by Duke Jing's mansion, passed away unexpectedly. The news spread throughout the entire capital city overnight.

If the previous two times were just a coincidence, now that the same thing happened for the third time, no one doubted that Ling Qiyan was destined to be a wife who was born to die!

Ling Qiyan sent the head of the mansion, Shi, to Jingguo's mansion to express his condolences, and even the queen mother asked the chief eunuch in Ningshou Palace to go to the mansion. The emperor probably felt that it was his son who killed his daughter. , made an exception and gave the daughter of the Lin family a posthumous burial as a county lord, and raised the official position of the grandson of the Lin family to appease the Lin family's resentment against the royal family. Nobody mentioned it.

However, during this period of time, some people in all the prefectures in Beijing are in danger. Those who have daughters of the right age have moved one after another, and hurriedly make a marriage, fearing that the emperor and queen mother will stare at them and force them to King Yu. After all, it is not someone's family. They can all be like Duke Jing’s, where the daughter can be given a posthumous title when she dies, and she can also benevolent to the son, if it’s another family, if she dies, she’ll be dead for nothing!

After the Shangyuan Festival, the Queen Mother took Ling Qiyan to the royal temple on the outskirts of the city, and told Ling Qiyan along the way that when he came to the Bodhisattva, he had to be more pious, and he must not take it seriously and desecrate the Bodhisattva.

Ling Qiyan answered absent-mindedly. He knew that this time even his grandmother suspected that he had seriously harassed his wife, so she wanted to take him to the temple to see if there was any way to resolve it. He still couldn't refuse.

...Forget it, let grandma feel relieved.

Yijia stopped outside the temple, and the abbot went out to greet him, exchanged Buddhist rituals with the queen mother, and led the queen mother and Ling Qiyan into the temple.

Entering the main hall along the tree-lined winding path, Ling Qiyan followed the queen mother to offer incense and kowtow, and then listened to the old abbot chanting sutras.

It took an hour to hear this, Ling Qiyan couldn't bear it anymore, taking advantage of the Queen Mother not paying attention, he quietly got up and left the hall.

The winter jasmine flowers in the yard outside are all in bloom, and the flowers are flying all over the sky, which is a good time.

Ling Qiyan stretched in a good mood, and Jiang Lin came over and whispered to him: "Your Highness, Zhang Sanlang has also come to the temple. I heard that you are here, so I came to greet you."

Ling Qiyan asked someone to bring him here, Zhang Yuan has become much more honest these days, and Ling Qiyan has not seen him for a while.

Zhang Yuan came here today to give some things to his mother and sister who were going to live in this temple for a long time. Hearing that Ling Qiyan followed the Queen Mother to worship Buddha in the temple, he specially came to see him.

He pleaded guilty with Ling Qiyan when he opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Ling Qiyan waving his hand: "Okay, Miss Lin hasn't married this king yet, so there is no need to plead guilty to this king."

Zhang Yuan hurriedly thanked him, but still had a bitter face, and his brows were full of exhaustion.

Ling Qiyan glanced at him: "Duke Jing's mansion made things difficult for you?"

"That's not true. My father and mother have already made enough gestures of apologizing, and Duke Jing's mansion can't care about it anymore, but it may be difficult to get closer to them in the future."

This incident shows that the Marquis An's Mansion cannot be blamed at all. After all, what happened to their village, the rope was loose, and none of the servants in the village noticed it. It is really outrageous. I also know that it is difficult not to anger them.

The heritage of Xian'anhou's mansion is far less profound than that of Jingguo's mansion. In recent years, the family has not produced any more promising descendants. The mansion has already been in decline, and now it is at odds with Jingguo's mansion. It will be even more difficult for the mansion to gain a foothold among the noble families in central Beijing.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help with this matter, after all, he, the prince who restrained his wife, might have made the Lin family more angry than the Marquis of Xian'an, but his father had already given enough compensation, so the Lin family naturally didn't dare to do it again. Remember what to hate him, in this way, you can only vent your grievances on the Xian'anhoufu.

Ling Qiyan frowned and thought for a while, then asked Zhang Yuan, "Why did no one notice that the rope that tied the swing was loose?"

"My father interrogated those servants. It was the servant who was in charge of the village's fortifications who was stealing, playing, slipping, and being lazy. When I was a lady, the force was accidentally stronger, and the originally loose rope was completely broken, and that's when something happened."

Zhang Yuan explained in embarrassment: "Afterwards, my father took everyone to the Jingguo Mansion and let them go. The Jingguo Mansion said that they were not the people of their mansion, and they had no right to deal with it. My father had to do it himself and let them be punished." One hundred big boards, and then sold out."

The attitude of the Jingguo Mansion is nothing more than wanting to embarrass the Xian'an Hou Mansion even more, but they can't say anything.

Zhang Yuan wiped his face again as he spoke, and asked Ling Qiyan: "My mother and sister heard that the Empress Dowager has come to the temple, and would like to say hello to the Empress Dowager. Is it possible?"

Ling Qiyan nodded and said: "The queen mother probably didn't come out so soon, please invite them over in the afternoon, the king and the queen mother."

Zhang Yuan thanked them again and again. Compared to the Lin family, they were obviously more worried that the Queen Mother had annoyed them because of the disappearance of her fine granddaughter-in-law. It would be great to have the opportunity to make amends in person.

After Zhang Yuan left, Ling Qiyan stood alone outside the main hall for a while, and the queen mother finally came out and scolded him: "What I told you before, you must be pious, and you ran away halfway through the master's recitation. You child is really..."

Ling Qiyan had the cheek to be obedient and coquettish: "It's the same for grandma. Grandma loves me so much. The Bodhisattva must not have the heart not to help me after seeing it."

The Empress Dowager shook her head helplessly, and asked Ling Qiyan to follow her to the apse with the little novice who led the way.

It became even cleaner here, even the wind passing through the hall could be clearly heard, Ling Qiyan unconsciously lightened his footsteps.

In the apse was only an old monk of unknown age, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

They sat down on the futon, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, the Empress Dowager whispered a few words to him, the words were extremely respectful, the old monk turned his eyes to Ling Qiyan, and after a while, he closed his eyes again, turning the beads in his hand , reciting something in a deep voice.

About a quarter of an hour later, when Ling Qiyan was impatiently waiting, the old monk finally opened his eyes again, and said to the Queen Mother with a calm expression: "Your Highness is the fate of the lonely star of Tiansha, who has no parents and wives. , There is no destiny for children, and things in the world cannot be forced, if you can accept it calmly, you may have another good fortune."

Ling Qiyan's face turned livid in an instant, and the queen mother opened her eyes wide in disbelief, her body was on the verge of falling: "...could I be wrong?"

The old monk was silent.

Seeing this, the Empress Dowager's eyes were dimly filled with tears, she subconsciously went to look at Ling Qiyan, Ling Qiyan stood up with an ugly face, and walked away quickly.

"The Empress Dowager, don't be too sad," the old monk advised in a low voice, "Your Highness is a person of good fortune, and also has the appearance of a long life. Although there will be twists and turns in life, you can always live smoothly and peacefully in the future."

The Empress Dowager calmed down a little, pressed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and asked, "What twists and turns will there be?"

The old monk shook his head slowly.

This cannot be said.

Knowing that she couldn't ask this question, the Empress Dowager became more and more anxious and unwilling to reconcile: "Is it true that you can't have a wife and children? Is there a way to resolve it?"

The old monk sighed: "Wait three years later."

When the Empress Dowager came out, Ling Qiyan was sitting in the shade of a tree outside the hall in a daze. He got up to meet him, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Grandmother, let's go back to the palace, that old monk is talking nonsense, it's all nonsense. It’s not true if you say it.”

He didn't believe it, what kind of evil and lone star, it's nothing more than the rumors of his wife-killing recently became known to everyone, the old monk made up a lie to deceive his grandmother.

Although the emperor and empress didn't want to see him, he grew up in front of his parents well. It's fine to say that his parents are not related, but how could it be that he has no parental relationship?

The Empress Dowager reminded him: "Don't talk nonsense, the master is almost 120 years old, he is a real eminent monk, he is very accurate in seeing people's faces, and he will never talk nonsense."

Ling Qiyan became more and more unhappy when he heard the words: "Then am I really the lone star of that day?"

The queen mother was speechless for a while, and after a long while, she raised her hand and touched her grandson's face, feeling distressed: "It's okay, you are the eldest son of the royal family, and with the royal blood, you will be fine."

"...Let's go back."

The queen mother did not agree: "Yan'er is obedient, we will stay in this temple for a few days before we leave, at least we will invite someone to perform two rituals, and we will help you transfer your luck first."

Ling Qiyan pouted, ... Forget it.

Songlu Pass, beside the Tana River.

Wen Ying was wearing a not-so-thick ordinary soldier's uniform, holding a long gun, and had been waiting in line with his companions here for a long time, only waiting for the order from the upper peak to charge.

On a February day, the outside of the Great Wall was still bitterly cold, and there was always white air coming out of his breath. Wen Ying looked at the other side of the river calmly, and his mood, which had been as calm as stagnant water, finally had a slight ups and downs at this moment.

He has been enlisted in the Songlu Pass for two months, practicing every day and never slacking off. Mr. Zheng appreciated him very much and asked him to make a small flag and lead a team of ten people. This is the first time he actually went to the army battlefield.

The dispatch of troops by the Dacheng imperial court did not restrain the Barringtons and the Assassins. Last month, they united and ransacked two small tribes in the northeastern part of the Songlu Pass. After discussing with his subordinates, General Lin Su decided not to He advanced so aggressively when he first arrived at Songlu Pass, and gave up directly attacking the old nest of the Assassins, but chose to recover the surrounding small tribes captured by them first.

The Tallinn Department on the banks of the Tana River was the first target set, and Zheng Bazong's troops were divided into the forward troops.

Most of the people in the same team were frightened and sighed inwardly about their bad luck. They had just joined the army and were about to go to the battlefield. The one who was still in the lead was really not lucky, but Wen Ying was the only one who remained calm as usual.

For him, this is a great opportunity.

He wants to climb up, he needs military merit, and he is not afraid of death.

At four o'clock, when the morning glow in the sky was at its most splendid, the charge horn finally sounded.

Wen Ying clenched the long spear in his hand, and without any fear amidst the sound of killing, he waded forward bravely while wading through the almost dry river in spring.

After that, his pupils were gradually covered with blood, warm blood poured on his face, countless swords, lights and swords flashed in front of his eyes, and there was only one thought in his mind, kill!kill!kill!

Only by killing more people can he gain greater military exploits!

There was a whimpering wind, accompanied by the sound of destructive fighting, the blood stained the river and every inch of grass under the feet.

In the evening, the court soldiers and horses who had won a great victory began to clean up the battlefield.

Wen Ying was slightly injured, with a cut on his shoulder, and was sent back to the barracks to be bandaged and given medicine.

Four of his ten men died, but he beheaded nine ranks and seriously injured dozens. Not only did he rank first among the recruits, but many veterans who had been in the army for several years were far behind him.

There was a lot of meat in the army's meals that day, everyone was given two pieces of meat and half a bowl of wine, and the whole camp was full of joy.

Wen Ying sat silently by the fire, ate the food in big gulps, then poured the wine into his mouth with his head up, raised the back of his hand, and wiped the wine stains from his lips vigorously.

Zheng came out of the general manager's tent, saw his appearance, walked over, and handed him another pot of wine and half a bowl of meat: "Take it."

Wen Ying took it without refusing, and got up to thank him.

"You are amazing, even better than the first time I went to the battlefield back then. Sure enough, I saw you right." Boss Zheng laughed.

After getting along for a long time, this Mr. Zheng showed his bold and informal personality, never beat around the bush with Wen Ying, and taught him a lot of skills, for which Wen Ying was very grateful.

Wen Ying is a boring gourd, and he usually doesn't take his bragging words very much. Mr. Zheng didn't take it seriously, and told him happily: "I have already reported your record for you. If there is no accident, you will be promoted this time." General flag."

"Thank you, Boss."

Wen Ying solemnly gave the military salute, and this thank you was very sincere.

For recruits like him who have just joined the army, there are actually very few who can truthfully report their records, so they will inevitably be robbed by Shangfeng and other veterans. This General Manager Zheng not only generously helped him report, but also said that he would promote him to the top of the ranks. Zongqi, this is no longer just something that he can do by killing a few people, I'm afraid it took a lot of effort for Mr. Zheng to help him accomplish this.

The small banner leads ten people, but for unofficial official positions, when it comes to the general banner, you can lead fifty soldiers, starting from the seventh-rank generals, that is, you have a real official status.

Although this is not enough.

Mr. Zheng waved his hand indifferently: "There is nothing to thank, you came out of my subordinates, and my face is honored by your rapid promotion. If you can continue to go up in the future, don't forget me."

Wen Ying thanked him again.

"Okay, if you don't mind, in the future you and I will be brothers, I'll call you Brother Wen with the cheek, and you can call me Brother Zheng."

Wen Ying changed his words in a polite manner: "Thank you, Brother Zheng."

The night was getting darker, and the barracks, which had been noisy for most of the night, returned to tranquility. Except for the patrol soldiers who were in charge of the night, most of the people had already fallen asleep soundly.

Wen Ying put one hand behind his head, listened to the snoring sounds around him one after another, and silently stared at the light that penetrated from outside the tent.

Those eyes that are always full of emotion and full of vitality, just casually emerge in the empty mind.

In two months, everything in the capital city seemed like a lifetime away.

The voice in the ear gradually died down, Wen Ying slowly closed his eyes, stopped thinking about those things, and fell into a deep sleep.