Brocade without a knife

The door of the side room was half open in the half-dark light, and the person standing at the door was between the boy and the child, and his features were somewhat similar to that of the ill-fated late emperor. Holding on to the door tightly, like grabbing a piece of life-saving driftwood: "What you said is true?"

The young emperor was pushed to the position of Ninth Five Lord alone, without a solid mother's backing behind him, and he struggled to survive among all kinds of malicious people.

It's not that he doesn't know that He Si is not a good minister, and it's not that he doesn't know that in the hearts of the courtiers, He Si's words carry much more weight than the emperor himself.

But what can he do?

He sat in this position involuntarily, and he always had to find a way to sit longer in order to live longer.

Coincidentally, Hesi is very different from the admiral of the East Factory that people said before.

This young factory official was beautiful and gentle. He fought against the queen mother for him and killed many people who disobeyed him.

He, the emperor, was too young to rely on this powerful eunuch, not to mention that He Si seemed to have a little sincere care for him.

But what the old eunuch said just now was like a bucket of ice water that completely chilled him.

Is He Si the child of his father, isn't that, isn't he his elder brother?

He looked at He Si, and suddenly realized for the first time that he had to raise his head so hard to look at the eunuch who was tall and straight.

How does this person look like a eunuch?

His face was like a crown of jade, his demeanor was more noble and self-respecting than that of a prince and grandson, and he was more like an... emperor than his father, the emperor he had only met a few times.

The little emperor's throat was sore for a while, but he couldn't utter another word in a daze.

The old admiral glanced at the thin figure half hidden in the shadows, as if he was glancing at an insignificant cat or dog, and answered him with a snort.

He Zhen frowned. These days, he was used to seeing the little emperor running around in the fields in the mountains, and when he suddenly saw him trembling again, he clicked his tongue in his heart.

The little emperor noticed his gaze, and followed him, his face paler than before, like a ghost, his lips twitched for a long time, and he muttered: "Factory minister."

The voice is small and quail-like, and there is no emotion.

He Zhen was full of thoughts, and sighed for a long time: "Your Majesty."

The little emperor was stunned, feeling that the respect in Hezhen's "Your Majesty" was the same as before, but he finally fell silent for a while, and called out timidly: "Brother."

Children who grew up in the palace have always been very eye-catching, and will quickly find a way to survive for themselves.

Since He Si is the late emperor's son, and he is in his hands, whether he lives or dies depends entirely on his words.

He Zhen was choked up by his "brother", and felt very uncomfortable.

I thought, what is this?Originally, he only planned to be the head of the eunuch conscientiously, and An An survived until he was old enough to learn from his godfather, and retired with a car full of small yellow croakers.

As a result, since he took office until now, he has not lived a peaceful life every day, either thrilling or desperate.

He Zhen said in his heart, he might as well be the fool he was before.

He was a little tired, so he ignored the gloomy and murderous face of the old admiral, and slammed himself into Lu Zhengming's hard arms: "Old Lu."

He only yelled, and Lu Zhengming seemed to know that he was full of exhaustion at this time, and patted him in his arms: "It's okay, I'm here."

The old admiral: "..."

……

A night of lightning and thunder passed, and at twilight, the heavy rain weighed on the branches of the old trees, and two unremarkable carriages quietly drove away from the bridge in Xinghua Village.

The arrival of the old admiral means that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

If he can find it, so can others.

He Si has lived here for a long time, and is well taken care of by the villagers, so he will not bring murder to the whole village because of him, although his godfather did have the intention to kill.

But under the cold and persistent eyes of He Si, the four guardians did not dare to disobey the current factory owner.

The villagers were not to be killed, and the one surnamed Lu was not to be killed. The old admiral's murderous eyes fell on the little emperor who was trying to reduce his presence.

The little emperor shuddered, shrinking back and forth, shrinking to his sides, his little fingers tightly wrapped around the corners of his clothes.

Hesi, who had pretended to be absent, was pulled away by him, opened his eyes subconsciously, looked at his godfather's wrinkled face, and then looked at the panicked little emperor, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: "Your Majesty Don't worry, godfather, he..."

"I won't kill this kid now," the old admiral sneered at his behavior of protecting the calf, "this kid is still useful, we have to find a bastard to go back and take that dove into the magpie's nest." The lamb was slaughtered, right?"

He and his fourth godfather have been the admirals of the East Factory all their lives, and they don't know where they went to retire in the countryside, so they just developed a bandit spirit.

When the little emperor heard it, the hairs all over his body were about to explode.

The old god Hezhen was there, and he didn't hear the threat of his godfather killing the donkey. He patted the little emperor's hand: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will go back this time to take back the throne for you."

What about after taking it back?The little emperor felt that his life was hanging on a thin thread, and these people could tear it apart with a flick of his hand.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he huddled with his mother in a corner of the small palace to beg for life. Anyone who came could trample on him, and that kick might have kicked his heart and killed him.

He Zhen really didn't want to stay in this oppressive carriage. In fact, if it wasn't for the lives of the little emperor and Lu Zhengming, he didn't want to be escorted back to Yanjing by his godfather at all.

He who had been resurrected once from Yanjing was already a rather distant place.

There, the air he breathed was heavier and hazy than the outside, and the square palace walls were like expressionless faces, staring at him every day as he walked among them, and if he made a wrong step, he would be bloody. everywhere.

He Zhen felt that his heart was still too soft, otherwise he should have killed Lu Zhengming the moment he learned of his life experience.

Although this person surnamed Lu is his best friend, after all, he was once under Xiao Xun's subordinates. As for whether he is now...

He Si actually didn't have a particularly firm answer.

But no matter what, he didn't do anything to Lu Zhengming, let alone let his godfather do anything.

Lu Zhengming rode his horse outside and walked slowly in front of the carriage. His posture was calm, as if he ignored the Dongchang fanzi who were staring at him all around.

But he knew in his heart that as long as he made a slight movement, his body and head would be separated in an instant.

From last night to now, Lu Zhengming's mind has never turned so fast.

He originally thought that his life experience could be regarded as rough and bizarre, but he never expected that He Zhen would have such a shocking background hidden behind him.

He Zhen is the son of the first emperor of Yan, a serious royal family and aristocrat, Lu Zhengming has reins wrapped around his palms, and his thoughts are full of thoughts.

He Zhen didn't say anything after last night, he neither objected to the old admiral's contacting the kings to return to the Qing emperor's side, nor promised him to inherit the throne when he returned to Beijing and killed Xiao Xun.

He Zhen fell into a strange tranquility, but Lu Zhengming didn't seem to be at a loss when he saw his face. The strange tranquility made him unable to see He Zhen's thoughts.

The former commander of Jinyiwei, who has always been calm and steady, made the adults a little annoyed.

He was worried that He Zhen would make a big deal out of nothing, and judging from his bad past, this possibility was extremely high.

Last time, He Zhen almost played with his life, but this time Lu Zhengming's incompetence could not put him in danger.

Although the path they are taking now is a Shura path that will never be restored, and there will be no return.

Thinking of this, the sound of hoofbeats slowed down.

Still closing his eyes and meditating, He Zhen then heard someone knock on the window three times rhythmically, facing his godfather's cold eyes, He Si cheekily opened the window.

The well-dressed young man on the horse bent down, with gentle eyes: "A Zhen, do you want to come out to breathe?"

When He Zhen saw Lu Zhengming's pretendingly gentle smile, he knew that Lu Zhengming was unhappy.

The former Commander of Jin Yiwei has always been black-hearted and black-hearted, and he can't make others feel better if he is unhappy, especially his sweetheart-the admiral of the East Factory.

He Zhen wanted to close the window to let him eat his ass, but when he pulled halfway, Lu Zhengming's hands and eyes quickly caught him. The commander of Jinyiwei made Yinglang's face come closer, with a smile in his deep-set eyes: "A Zhen ?”

Damn, it will make a beauty trap!

But Hezhen, who just ate this trick, got on the former commander's horse angrily.

Even the moment he got out of the carriage, he felt that the godfather behind him seemed to want to chop him and Lu Zhengming with a knife.

If you chop it up, you chop it up, He Zhenpoziposhuai thought, from the moment he and Lu Zhengming were together, he had already thought of one hundred and eight postures in which he would die tragically under his godfather.

Lu Zhengming hugged Hezhen from behind, and walked slowly on the mountain road on the horse.

They traveled from south to north, heading straight for Youyun.

Since Xiao Xun took the seat of regent, the barbarians in the north seemed to be stable, not only stable, but even under the banner of marriage, they had a century-old friendship with Dayan.

This kind of subdued attitude has never been seen in the hundred years since Dayan fought the barbarians. For a while, everyone praised Xiao Xun, the regent, and said that he is a virtuous king.

As for what kind of "marriage" and "peace talks" the barbarians want, not many people know.

And the few people who know it dare not say it for the time being.

Xiao Xun's reputation was only established, and he couldn't immediately bear the notoriety of "cede the land and give up the land".

Boil frogs in lukewarm water, the water is still not hot, and the frogs are still conscious, so how can we add fire immediately?

But Xiao Xun thought, the barbarians who had been waiting on the northern border for a long time were already impatient.

Seeing autumn and winter coming, the grain and grass on the grassland are decreasing day by day, and the most difficult day of the year is coming soon.

The unsheathed knives and the wolves they raised were clamoring and roaring, wanting to quench their thirst and hunger with the flesh and blood of the Yan people.

But King Ning, the most impenetrable city wall in the northern border of Great Yan, is still alive or dead.

So, He Zhen raised his voice and asked Lu Zhengming frankly: "Is Prince Ning, that bastard, all right?"