Looking at the mountains and rivers

It rained all night, Yang Yan walked forward in a daze in the dark night, the cold rain hit his forehead in bursts, he was shivering from the cold, but he still didn't stop.Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the sound of the rain, the sound was very familiar, he heard his breathing stagnate, and ran to follow the sound without knowing the direction.But it was useless, the heavy rain fell overwhelmingly, the sky and the earth seemed to have no end, he could not find the direction of the sound, nor the way to come.

"Wei Changxuan." He called tremblingly, but there was no response.

He seemed to have returned to the nightmare of his youth in an instant. There was no Wei Changxuan in the dream, only a cold corpse.He wanted to struggle to wake up from the dream, to touch the person beside him, to listen to his steady breathing and heartbeat, but he found nothing.

"Wei..." He opened his mouth and opened his eyes at the same time, only to hear a scream from above his head: "Uncle, you finally woke up!"

"Altai?" Yang Yan raised his head in a daze, struggled to sit up, "Why are you here?"

"Uncle, have you forgotten that yesterday you suddenly vomited blood and fainted, almost scaring me to death. The little prince was also frightened, and ran back to the palace to cry bitterly to the emperor, saying that the emperor's uncle was really ill, and the palace was so panicked Immediately sent the imperial doctor here. But the imperial doctor only said that he was in a hurry, the blood did not return to the menstrual flow, and asked to take good care of it. Manager Fang asked me to watch over here, and said that you should call him as soon as you wake up, so that he can bring soup and medicine. " After Dugu Hong finished speaking, he asked again and again, "Uncle, how do you feel now?"

Yang Yan shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Go and call Tang An."

Dugu Hong hesitated for a moment, he saw that Yang Yan's face was very pale, almost transparent, with cold sweat faintly on his forehead, as if he had just had a nightmare.He wanted to ask a few more questions, but was urged by Yang Yan again, and finally had no choice but to answer and go out.

Not long after, Tang An pushed the door in with a bowl of hot soup and medicine. Before he came, Fang Ming carefully told him to feed his master the medicine while it was hot.But after entering the room, he was surprised to find that Yang Yan was not on the bed. After searching for a long time, he found that Yang Yan was standing by the desk, writing something with a pen.Xu Shi smelled the smell of medicine in the air, Yang Yan turned his head slightly and frowned.

Seeing his expression, Tang An immediately put the medicine bowl aside tactfully, leaned over and said, "What's your order, Master?"

Yang Yan lowered his head and folded the letter paper in his hand, and handed it out: "Send this letter quickly." He paused, then pulled out a dagger wrapped in a leather sheath from the drawer, "Together with this."

Tang An took these, slightly startled in his heart, and quickly lowered his head again: "Yes."

He turned around and was about to go out, but someone was pushing the door in. He looked up, but it was Han Ping coming in the rain, and he hurriedly smiled and said, "Master Han."

Han Ping's eyes swept over his hand: "Tang Changshi."

Yang Yan in the room had already heard the movement, and coughed lightly: "Is Mr. Han here?"

"It's right here." Han Ping responded, lifted his robe and walked in.

"I heard that the son is not feeling well, is it better?"

"Much better, Mr. Lao is concerned."

The room was quiet, and Han Ping said slowly: "If I'm not mistaken, the things in Tang Changshi's hands just now are going to be sent to the Yanyu Army, right?"

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Nothing can be hidden from Mr. Han."

"Young master said that the dagger is the token of the alliance between King Xianmu and Yantu Khan. Now, if you want to fulfill the promise of the token, do you want Yan Yu to retreat?"

Yang Yan was silent, and said after a while: "In the letter, I did ask Lord Yan Yu to suspend the offensive and think about it in the long run."

"Young Master, do you think Yanyu Lord General Ashina Jilian will obey the instructions in the letter?" Han Ping laughed, "Don't you know, Young Master, that this time Jilian led his troops to the south, it seems to be colluding with Young Master to help Young Master seize The throne is actually for his own ambition. He is a character who would rather join forces with outsiders to kill his own uncle for the sake of power. If necessary, he can even attack his father Yantu Khan, so how could he Do you care about the covenant that Yantu Khan once made!"

Yang Yan sighed softly: "Jilian has known me since I was a child. I know what kind of person he is. Of course I know that this letter and the covenant are not worth mentioning in his eyes. He is just like me. Growing up in a wolf's den, his desire for power is stronger than anyone else. Now that Ashinanur is dead, he is eager to expand his power, so even if I don't conspire with him, he will join forces to attack Dazhao. It is unavoidable. He has worked hard for this battle, and naturally he will not give in because of this letter."

Han Ping took a deep look at him: "Since the young master knows it well, why did he send the letter again? Could it be that this is a false move, and the young master's real plan is to use the army?"

Yang Yan did not deny it, but nodded slightly: "Actually, from the moment I conspired with Ji Lian, I knew that if one day I really want to let him retreat, it will not be based on empty friendship or covenant, but on swords."

Han Ping nodded: "That's true. Although the condition for the young master and Yanyu to join forces is that the two countries open up business routes and communicate with each other after the event is completed. But what really attracts Yanyu people is the rich land of the Central Plains. Once they Once you step into the land of Jokhang, you will not leave easily, and we will meet each other eventually." He paused, and his tone suddenly became severe, "But this is not the time to use troops at all!"

He took a step forward: "My lord, you should remember that I once said that during the famine in the first year of Jianyuan, countless people died of starvation in that famine, but Emperor Taizong was called the Holy Son of Heaven, and was praised as the eternal king." Why is this?" His voice was low, "Because he drove the people to a place of despair, and then rescued them with his own hands."

"The national policy of Dazhao has always ruled the world with light. What is light? In the blue sky and white day, no one will chase the light. Only the abyss of the eternal night, the ray of light piercing the sky, is the light that people chase and look up to!" Han Ping said At this point, I was already trembling a little, "Young master, you are not of orthodox origin, so you are not qualified to succeed the emperor. Your only chance is to drive the people of the world into the darkest despair just like Emperor Taizong. It is the catastrophe when the army of Yan and Yu invades Luanguan, and the soldiers approach Jian'an City, almost destroying the country. Only in such a desperate situation, the son sends troops to repel the barbarians and reorganize the Jokhang River and Mountains, will it be the only ray of light in the eyes of all people !"

Han Ping has said these words before, but he has never said them so thrillingly. Yang Yan was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled softly: "I know what Mr. said," he sighed softly, "Now Yan Yu The army has only entered the territory of Dazhao for more than three hundred miles. Although the battle is urgent, it is far from the point of no hope. I send troops now, even if I have repelled the foreign enemies, I am only a meritorious minister. Apart from a few words of praise, there is nothing else Others. Weighing the pros and cons, I should never make such a bad move."

Seeing that he spoke clearly, Han Ping's expression softened a little, but he said slowly again: "But sir, I'm afraid Yang Yan will disappoint you this time."

Han Ping was startled, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched unconsciously: "My son decided to send troops, is it for General Wei?"

Han Ping was startled, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched unconsciously: "My son decided to send troops, is it for General Wei?"

Yang Yan was silent for a long time, then nodded.

Han Ping took a deep breath and smiled wryly: "I have always known that General Wei means a lot to Young Master, but I thought that Young Master should not be a person who takes matters into his own hands. Judging from the previous events, General Wei and Young Master There has already been a estrangement, and even without this matter, you will eventually have differences on other matters. Although he and you have known each other for a short time, they may not be with you for the rest of your life, isn't the young master very clear about this?" He sighed, "In recent years, more and more people have followed you. Most of them are young people with knowledge and ambition. They want to change the current corrupt court. They believe that you are the future Mingjun. I do my best to help you with the young master, so that one day you can realize the grand plan of the young master. Now, the young master has abandoned me and waited for many years to plan, so where are they going to put their expectations?"

The tone of his words was almost questioning, but Yang Yan did not show any offended expression, but said quietly: "Compared to them, Mr. Han is the one who expects the most from me." He walked in front of Han Ping, and suddenly changed his clothes Bai, "Although I have never paid respects to my husband, I have always regarded him as my teacher in my heart. Over the years, Mr. Quan Zhan has advised me and won my wings. Without Mr. Yang Yan, there would be no Yang Yan today."

He said this solemnly, and Han Ping couldn't help but look solemn. He bent down and bowed to Yang Yan: "I have the same ambition as the young master. I have never regarded the young master as a disciple, but only as a confidant. I am willing to use what I have learned all my life to help Young Master, even to overthrow the court, I will not hesitate. I just hope that Young Master will not end up losing everything because of being unwise for a while."

Yang Yan smiled wryly: "I am probably not unwise but stupid in my husband's heart at this moment. In fact, I once thought that there are many cruelties in this world. I have come to this point, and I can no longer turn back and have nothing to give up." No less. But until now, I realized that there is still something in my heart that cannot be given up. My husband once said that there is no right or wrong in this world, only my own choice. This is my choice. "

His clenched hands slowly spread out, in the palms of which were the dark orders of the Tuoba Patriarch, stained with traces of cinnabar.

"I have ordered the Donghu army in the Sichuan Yinshan area to go to Longzhou from the left and right, and the order has just been issued."

Han Ping looked at the token in his palm and felt ice slipping across his back. He gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, with all due respect, since the battle in Longzhou the day before yesterday, there are only remnants and defeated soldiers left in the city, and the number is no more than ten thousand. There are more than 20 Yanyu iron cavalry outside the city, and Longzhou may have been taken by now! Besides, General Wei has been seriously injured, and it is not yet conclusive whether he is alive or dead, but the young master sent an army to go there at this moment , I'm afraid it will be difficult to save him alive. Is it really worth it, Young Master, to give up this great opportunity for the sake of this tiny chance of survival?"

"It's not worth it." Yang Yan shook his head, and he stood up, "I remember when my elder brother lost power, I once said that people have weaknesses when they have fear. Do you know what the weakness is in my heart?"

He stretched out his hand to support Han Ping, and said in a low voice: "At that time, in order to test me, the eldest brother asked the alchemist to cast a nightmare on me. I saw Wei Changxuan die in the nightmare, and hearing his miserable cry shook my heart. ear, and then touched his cold body in a trance. The pain and despair I felt at that time will never be forgotten in this life. I have repeated this nightmare for countless nights, and this is the deepest fear hidden in my heart these years."

Han Ping had never heard him mention this matter, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Gradually, tears welled up in Yang Yan's eyes: "You're right, Wei Changxuan and I have different ambitions, and we may eventually be separated in the future. He may eventually hate me, blame me, and never forgive me. But I I still want to save him, he is mine..." His voice choked up, and he could hardly continue, "He is my Wei Changxuan, I will never let that nightmare become a reality, even if it is only one in ten thousand If there is any possibility, I will go to rescue him, and I will bring him back from the battlefield with my own hands!"

From these words, Han Ping could tell that Yang Yan's intentions could not be reversed any longer, and he couldn't help showing a gray expression on his face. He opened his mouth and said unwillingly, "Master, this may be the only thing you can ascend to the throne of God in your life. If you succeed, your reputation will far exceed that of your father, even comparable to that of Emperor Taizong. You can build a new court, and the future will be yours, and your name will be recorded Into history." He paused, and said in an almost bewitching tone, "This world is about to fall into your hands, do you really want to?"

Yang Yan smiled, with tears still hanging on his face, his smile looked a bit sad: "Why don't I want it, this is my life's wish," he lowered his eyes, and shook his head heavily, "But I I already understand, I can live without this world, but I can't live without Wei Changxuan."

Han Ping stared at him blankly, and sighed in a low voice: "Is that so?" He took a few steps back, bid farewell to Yang Yan for the last time, then turned and left without staying.

Standing in the house, Yang Yan heard him leave with a solitary laugh and a solitary chants: "If you don't hear it again, Yunlong rides the wind and breaks through the sky, and the thousand years of fame will turn into flying ashes."