Looking at the mountains and rivers

Another gust of autumn wind blew into the hollowed-out flower window. Yang Yan didn't feel it just standing in front of the window, but now he suddenly felt the cold to the marrow of his bones.He heard Wei Changxuan's voice seemed to be very near, but also very far away, so ethereal that he couldn't hear the joy and anger in that voice.Just when his mood fluctuated with Wei Changxuan's words, a big hand suddenly grabbed his hand, and Wei Changxuan said strangely: "Yexi, why are you shaking so much? Is it cold?"

Yang Yan couldn't bear it anymore, leaned forward, and threw herself into Wei Changxuan's arms.It was his familiar chest, the familiar temperature. He curled up in this embrace as before, and slowly calmed down the trembling all over his body.

Wei Changxuan seemed to be slightly taken aback, but quickly returned his arms and hugged him. He said in a low voice, "Yexi, I don't blame you, but I was surprised for a moment." He paused, "I was thinking , I will protect you in this life, and when the time comes, I will send you to Duke Tuoba to be at ease. Now it seems that you don’t need Duke Tuoba’s protection at all, let alone I……"

Yang Yan's hand suddenly covered his lips, his fingertips were still trembling slightly, and he said as if about to cry: "Wei Changxuan, why don't I need you?" Tears gradually rolled down his eyes, "Didn't I say After all, you are already my dearest person in this world, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the courage to live, have you forgotten?"

Wei Changxuan's heart skipped a beat, he stretched out his hand in a daze to wipe away the tears on his face, and said softly, "Yexi, don't cry, I know, I know everything."

"You don't know at all!" Yang Yan suddenly pushed his hand away, he rarely spoke so loudly, showing a little hoarseness of a boy, "That day you clearly promised me that you would never leave, but when I woke up, I can't find you anymore. You actually went to the imperial court to plead guilty without telling me, and even sent someone to send me out of Jian'an to send me to my grandfather. Have you ever thought about my feelings?"

Since Wei Changxuan was released from prison, he knew that Yang Yan would be questioned when he saw him again. He whispered: "At that time, I had no other choice. I couldn't let Habayashi Wei's colleagues lose their lives because of me. , this crime can only be borne by me alone, so I have to go."

"What about me?" Yang Yan raised his red eyes from crying, "Have you ever thought that if I really listened to your words and went to my grandfather's side, but you were beheaded without my knowing, I would what to do?"

This is not the first time Yang Yan asked him this question. On the night before the expedition, he also cried and asked, "Wei Changxuan, what should I do?" as if he was a child who was at a loss.

Even now that Wei Changxuan knew that he was no longer alone and helpless, let alone let others bully him, he still felt sour for no reason.

"If this is the case, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life," Yang Yan clenched his fists and said every word like gnashing his teeth, "I will never forgive you for the rest of my life!"

Wei Changxuan suddenly hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his own flesh and blood: "Yexi, I didn't care about you, nor did I deliberately lie to you, I just didn't dare to let you know. I'm not afraid of going to prison , I am not afraid of being tortured, nor afraid of death, but I am afraid that you will be sad."

Yang Yan was so angry that his back was tense, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly lost his strength, and tears rolled down one by one, but he didn't know it.

Wei Changxuan sighed softly: "I thought that if I was sentenced to behead this time, I would probably never have the chance to see you again, and I would never have the chance to say this to you. But I never thought of it," he paused, his voice slightly There was some feeling of emotion, "I never thought that my Ye Xi was so capable that he rescued me."

Yang Yan lowered his head and said in a low voice: "You know everything."

Wei Changxuan nodded: "I probably guessed a little bit. I heard that Mr. Han has put in a lot of effort this time. I thought he was just Yang Jue's mentor. After all, he was the one who assisted Yang Jue to return to the capital from southern borders and seize Now it seems that he has a deeper friendship with you." He paused, and then said, "There is also that Mr. Wen who left just now, although he only communicated with you in poetry and books , but when he mentioned you, his expression was extremely respectful, and it seemed that he wanted to follow you wholeheartedly."

Yang Yan nodded lightly: "Although Wen Lanyu's strategy is not as good as Mr. Han's, he has the ability to govern the world, which is very admirable."

"Except for them, the officials who impeached Yang Jue at Shangshu this time are all under your command." Wei Changxuan said in a low voice, "Yexi, you won so many people, not just for this mere throne. Well, what do you really want to achieve?"

Yang Yan was startled, and did not speak for a while.

Wei Changxuan looked at him and asked softly, "Is it the world?"

Yang Yan raised his face, his plain pupils met Wei Changxuan's eyes, his expression was indifferent but calm, very much like Yang Ye back then.Wei Changxuan was slightly taken aback, but he understood in his heart.

"Wei Changxuan," Yang Yan couldn't see him, but he was very aware of the change in his expression. He moved his lips and said after a long time, "Just remember, no matter what I become in the future, I will always be Yours is also Xi."

Hearing this sentence, Wei Changxuan felt a slight warmth in his heart, he lowered his head and kissed Yang Yan's forehead: "I know."

There are densely packed books and files on the book shelf of Moxue Pavilion. Along the book shelf is a row of wooden escalators. The escalators are wide and covered with brocade carpets for people to lie down on.

Yang Yan led Wei Changxuan to the side of the escalator: "This is the place where my father used to deal with political affairs. Sometimes there were too many files, so he leaned here to rest when he was tired. I live here these days and read the books he has read. Those books, I suddenly miss him a little."

He stepped on a wooden ladder and sat down casually. Wei Changxuan walked to him and sat down too.There is a volume of books scattered beside the wooden ladder, which Yang Yan presumably read halfway through.The pages of the book were densely punctured with pinholes, Wei Changxuan knew that he couldn't see, and always read by groping for the pinholes on the pages, so a thin layer of calluses had grown on his fingertips.He picked up the book, glanced at it, and asked, "Are all the needle holes in so many books made by Fang Ming?"

Yang Yan just cried for a while, as if he was a little tired, he yawned softly, leaned his head on Wei Changxuan's lap, and said softly: "Fang Ming doesn't do these things anymore, but Yimozhai has a Man, he's good at these things."

His voice was sleepy, muffled like a child's murmur.Wei Changxuan couldn't help looking down at him, only to see the light cast from the gap in the bookstore, half of his face was reflected in light, half in shadow, even Wei Changxuan couldn't see which was more real.

"Yexi, this time Yang Jue's matter is over, how do you plan to deal with the second young master?"

Yang Yan opened his slightly closed eyes: "Second brother?" He was silent for a moment, "Did he tell you anything?"

Although he asked this lightly, there was a vague sense of murder. Wei Changxuan couldn't help pausing while stroking the hand on top of his head: "I said something, listen to him, you seem to want to leave him in Jian'an?"

Yang Yan said casually: "Now I am not as weak as the crown, and I can't see things. No one will take me seriously. The position of King Mu should be inherited by the second brother."

"You want him to be your puppet?"

Yang Yan was slightly taken aback, then quickly smiled again: "So what if it's a puppet, the second brother is a transparent person, at least he knows that he is a puppet. Unlike the third brother, who doesn't even know his own situation. There are many troubles, I am afraid that he will not understand it until he is dying."

Wei Changxuan shook his head and said: "You want Second Young Master to succeed King Mu, in the future when you succeed to the throne from him, you will have to use some means. At that time, will Second Young Master survive?"

Yang Yan looked slightly hesitant and didn't answer.

Wei Changxuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Yexi, let him go."

"What did you say?"

"Although you are young, you are the son of King Xianmu after all. There is nothing wrong with succeeding King Mu. With the support of Mr. Han and the others, you can avoid a lot of trouble. What's more, you have lofty ambitions, and your planning should be better than mine. He has to think more, and it is easy to deal with the ordinary affairs of the palace. But the second son is different. His heart is not here, and because of Yang Jue's matter, he offended King Yong and the Lu family. Furthermore, how long do you want to keep him, one year? Two years? The more he knows, the smaller the chance of surviving, why not let him go back to the fief right now, so that he will never come back. "

Yang Yan groped and sat up, he said in a blunt tone: "Wei Changxuan, I remember that you have no friendship with Yang Cong, why do you want to speak for him?"

"Yes, I don't have any friendship with the second son, but I just heard him talk about life in the fief, although it sounds like just some peaceful and boring days. But," Wei Changxuan sighed with a complex expression, "I used to I thought that if we went to the fief with you, the two of us would live a life like this, leisurely and at ease. Now it seems that we will never have such an opportunity. Your second brother still exists, why don't you let him go. "

Yang Yan listened to him calmly at first, but later his expression gradually wavered. He gently reached out and grabbed Wei Changxuan's hand. After shaking for a moment, he said, "Let me think about this matter again."

In the evening, behind the lotus pond in Prince Mu's Mansion, there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, which sounded unreal across the lake.It was still a group of musicians that Yang Jue had raised, and they would practice some old songs at this hour.Although Yang Jue was arrogant and extravagant, the group of musicians he chose were good, the music was melodious and pleasing to the ear.

The lotus pond is next to Moxue Pavilion. Yang Yan sat at the highest point of the Book Pavilion, with his chin propped up, listening to the music of silk and bamboo, with a faint smile on his lips.

Yang Cong sat on the chair with his lower head, but he didn't have such a complacent expression at all, instead he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.It has been half an hour since he entered Moxue Pavilion, and his younger brother didn't say anything, as if he was just inviting him to listen to the music.

After a long time, Yang Yan turned his face slightly: "How is the trial going in that case?"

Yang Cong was stunned, and quickly replied: "Yang Jue was imprisoned in the Zongzheng Temple Prison. He is a child of the royal family and cannot be tortured. But Shi is stern and soft-hearted, he walked around Dali Temple once, and he recruited everything." When he said this, he shook his head again, "Speaking of which, he was the one who bribed the gangsters to tamper with the father's car, Jinzhou Those bandits only took one look at him and recognized him, even if he is not afraid of punishment, it is hard to deny him."

Yang Yan nodded, and said again: "One thing is strange. When the father was in power, he was enshrined by Xiaozong, and the throne was hereditary. But these years, the eldest brother and the third brother have been convicted one after another, and they are all traitors. Sin, even if Yang Jie doesn't mention it, no one from the clan has proposed to depose the title of King Mu?"

"It is true that several censor officials proposed to lower the title of King Mu, but it was rejected by Zongzheng Temple." Yang Cong paused, and then said, "I heard that it was King Yong's intention."

"King Yong," Yang Yan raised his face and murmured, "Yang Jue, who was supported by him, was kicked out of the palace, yet he still speaks for Prince Mu's palace, why?"

"I can't figure it out either. Uncle is unpredictable, and the city is a bit deeper than father. I dare not speculate casually."

Yang Yan waved his hand, not seeming to care much: "It doesn't matter, but it saved me some trouble. Seeing that Yang Jue's case has been settled, the second brother has contributed a lot to this matter."

Yang Cong was even more uncomfortable receiving his commendation, he stood up and was about to say a few words of politeness, but saw his smile retracted, his eyebrows raised slightly and he said: "Second brother has been very obedient in front of Mrs. Feng these days, and he is very obedient to the difficult situation. Without mentioning a word, why did you come to Wei Changxuan to complain about your sufferings, could it be that you want to invite him to intercede for you?"

Yang Cong was startled, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he said in a low voice, "I'm not talking about complaints, I just said a few heartfelt words with General Wei. General Wei is a sincere person, and he will never misinterpret my meaning."

"Oh?" Yang Yan looked in his direction with a half-smile, "Why do you think he can change my mind?"

Yang Cong was silent, he heard the meaning of his younger brother's words was very sinister, he was afraid that one mistake would make him murderous, he was silent for a moment, and then said: "General Wei treats the fourth brother differently from others. The fourth brother also said earlier that this time I was called to Jian'an, the incident happened suddenly, and the timing was even worse. You have been holding back by your elder brother and third brother all these years, so you are naturally waiting for the opportunity and preparing to make a big splash, but now in order to save General Wei, completely disregarding the forbearance of the past, it shows how important he is to you."

Seeing that Yang Yan's face was getting darker, Yang Cong couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "After I said this, the fourth brother should want to kill me even more. In fact, I have figured it out these days. My life doesn't matter, as long as the fourth brother doesn't anger others. Man, I will let my fourth brother deal with it."

"Second brother," Yang Yan stood up slowly, walked in front of him, and seemed to sigh, "Now we brothers, there are only you and me left."

Yang Cong suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill behind him, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt that it was too late to say anything.

Yang Yan took two steps closer to him, and quickly turned his back: "I have prepared a carriage and horses to take you back to the fief, and Mrs. Feng has packed up, and I will go with you, and we will leave tonight."

Yang Cong was taken aback, as if he hadn't reacted, he was still standing there in a daze.

"Second Brother," Yang Yan finally called him, "From now on, don't go back to Jian'an."

That night, a group of chariots and horses sent Yang Cong back to the fief Changlu County. Not long after, a decree came from Jian'an, making Yang Cong the Marquis of Changlu County. He lived in this southeast corner of the fief, and never died Back to the capital.

Yang Cong, the Marquis of Changlu County, lived to the age of ninety, and was still in good health until the end of Emperor Wu's reign. A historian compiled and compiled the history of the country. guilty truth.Yang Cong was questioned in various ways, but still kept silent. He smiled and said to the young historian: "I have lived to this age because I don't ask about gossip in my life, let alone talk about gossip."

The historian was a little anxious: "Master Hou, now that the original people have all passed away one after another, and King Mu Jing has also passed away, you just said what happened back then, and someone will come to ask you if your crime is not clear?"

Yang Cong still smiled and shook his head: "You don't understand, even if the person who is afraid is no longer in the world, the fear in people's hearts can still kill people, just like scaring themselves, enough to scare themselves to death."

Hearing such nonsensical words, the historian thought that the old Hou Ye was too old and confused, so he had to leave dejectedly.After a few days, he came to knock on the door without giving up, and saw the Hou's mansion was completely white. Only then did he learn that Changlu County Hou Yang Cong passed away the night before.