treacherous beauty

General Jing'an Mansion.

The guards stood solemnly, seeing Wei Xuanlang approaching, they whispered, "General."

This mansion was given to him by the emperor three years ago. He had just returned from a victorious battle that year. Jian Chengcong wanted to win over him, so he made an exception and gave him a mansion. The narrow alleys and courtyards with five entrances are not very conspicuous, nor are they inconspicuous, it can only be said to be in line with his military achievements and status.

Wei Xuanlang seldom came here. When he was in the middle of the capital, he usually lived in the Zhen Guogong Mansion, but in order to show his status, there were guards guarding here in shifts during the day, and at night, there were usually only two servants who were guarding the door. , very low-key.

The back mountain of Jing'an General's Mansion has a very wide view and beautiful scenery. In addition to the vast forest, there is also a waist-deep natural cold spring.

"Has anyone been found?" Wei Xuanlang asked.

Murong Ye said: "There are plenty of craftsmen to expand the General's Mansion, but it's hard to explain to the Duke, Young Master."

I heard that the cold spring in the back mountain is the longan on the dragon vein in Beijing.

Wei Xuanlang had a sudden whim one day, and suddenly asked him to find a craftsman to expand General Jing'an's Mansion, occupying it together with the back mountain...

"Just find a good supervisor." Wei Xuanlang said coldly.

"My lord, my lord." Murong Ye said: "At the back mountain, I heard that His Highness King Mu asked for it several times, but His Majesty refused to give it."

Even if you want to expand, you have to tell the emperor first.

Such a domineering behavior is definitely not the style of Lord Zhen Guo, and Wei Xianzhi also does not allow Wei's children to do so.

"Murongye." Wei Xuanlang let out a cold snort from his chest: "If you can't build it in ten days, you can go back to the border to find Hua Yu."

As soon as he heard the word Hua Yu, Murong Ye's face was as scared as paper, and he said with a mournful face: "This subordinate knows his mistake, and this subordinate will definitely do it."

He didn't want to go back and be forced by the military advisor Hua Yu to learn the art of war.

***

The next day, five o'clock.

Jian Chengcong was changing the court clothes when he heard Shangguan Quan muttering: "It was said that the Wei family has always been modest, but I didn't expect that the domineering family is not under the Chen family. Wei Xuanlang has only returned to Beijing for a few days and is about to expand the general's mansion."

"Jing'an General's Mansion?" Jian Chengcong was slightly surprised: "Is it against the regulations?"

Shangguan Quan said: "Oh, this little General Wei has a big heart, the land behind the back hill of Wei Mansion has already been fenced off."

Jian Chengcong paused: "Has Wei Xianzhi ever told me about this?"

Shangguan Quan: "Weifu never mentioned it."

Deceiving too much.

Jian Chengcong squinted his dragon eyes: "After the court, send someone to Wei Xuanlang to come and see me."

Ever since Wei Xuanlang returned to Beijing, he hasn't seen this jade-faced Shura yet.

There was nothing to do at the court meeting as usual, the courtiers were perfunctory and perfunctory, laughing and laughing, and it arrived in two hours.

Wei Xuanlang received the news from the palace, so he stepped on this point and came here. Today he took off his mask, his phoenix eyebrows are cold and his eyes are cold. He is wearing a purple official uniform to hide the evil spirit of Shura, but his beautiful thin lips are in this gentle and quiet It also points out some frivolous meanings, standing in the spring breeze of Zimo, he is such a handsome and handsome man with an unrivaled appearance.

Shangguan Quan was startled, stepped forward and said: "General Jing An, please come with this old slave, Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time."

"Thank you." Wei Xuanlang said lightly.

While walking, Shangguan Quan said: "General Jing'an has been back to Beijing for a few days, Your Majesty is very concerned about it, no, as soon as I have free time, I asked the old slave to invite the general into the palace."

"I'm sorry, father-in-law." Wei Xuanlang snorted coldly in his heart, wasn't it because of the illegal expansion of his general's mansion?

Seeing his sneering words and murderous aura all over his body, Shangguan Quan couldn't help but feel his footsteps go weak, he didn't dare to speak again, and led Wei Xuanlang all the way to the imperial study.

"Chen Wei Xuanlang has seen His Majesty the Emperor." Seeing Jian Chengcong, Wei Xuanlang said coldly.

Jian Chengcong said softly, "Give me a seat."

Wei Xuanlang sat down calmly: "Your Majesty summoned the ministers, but what's the matter?"

Jian Chengcong said: "Since the general returned to Beijing from the border gate, I have not seen the general. I am thinking about it, and there is nothing important."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern." Wei Xuanlang said neither salty nor light.

"Feiqing doesn't need to be so polite." Jian Chengcong was very good-natured: "Once you marry Princess Tongcheng, you and I will be a family."

Wei Xuanlang glanced playfully at the little eunuch standing beside him: "Xuanlang dare not take credit for it."

Jian Chengcong's face was as usual: "I heard that Feiqing is going to renovate the General's Mansion?"

"Small matters, don't bother Your Majesty." Wei Xuanlang said coldly.

From now on, I will occupy any piece of land I like, and I will see how long you can bear it.

Wei Xuanlang held his breath in his heart, and his voice was cold and repulsive to others thousands of miles away.

No matter how well-bred Jian Chengcong was, he couldn't find anything to say at this time: "General Jing'an's mansion needs to be repaired."

Wei Xuanlang's mind was no longer on this, he didn't really set his sights on the place behind the General's Mansion, but when he remembered that Xue Yong had been touched by Jian Chengcong, Xue Yong's grievances and rapes over the years, he wanted to be simple. Cheng Cong asked for them back one by one.

"If your Majesty is fine, I will leave." He was afraid that if he stayed here again, he would not be able to bear the thought of killing the king.

"Let's go." Jian Chengcong said as he adjusted his wide sleeves.

As soon as Wei Xuanlang exited the imperial study, the emperor's face changed, majestic and cold, making people shudder, as if he was offended intolerably.

"Your Majesty, the hot spring in the back mountain is where the longan in Beijing is located. This Wei Xuanlang wants, wants..." Shangguan was so angry that he couldn't speak, his hands were shaking all the time.

Jian Chengcong was silent for a while, and then said: "He deliberately humiliated me, and I can only bear it."

Who made the soldiers and horses in his hands not as strong as others.

"Your Majesty, should He Rongxian stay or stay?" Shangguan Quan asked.

After killing He Rongxian, let Wei Xuanlang's spirit be suppressed.

"No need." Jian Chengcong didn't want to vent his anger, but he couldn't fight for a moment: "Keep He Rongxian."

He had already promised Xue Yong that he would not spoil a major event because of a moment of anger.

Besides, killing He Rongxian is useless, but using these things to slow down the energy of the Wei family.

"Your Majesty." Shangguan Quan said again: "Doctor Xue Shang has been living in the Xiao Mansion since he left the palace, and he is close to Wei Xuanlang. sleeve."

Jian Chengcong narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, tapped his fingers on the handle of the dragon chair slowly, and said with a wry smile: "Shangguanquan, based on what you know about Qingyan, is it possible that he is inferior to others?"

"Hey, this old slave is confused." Shangguan Quan shook his head: "This old slave is afraid that he will be unfaithful to His Majesty."

Jian Chengcong stood up and took two steps, seeming to mutter: "He will never betray me."

Shangguan Quan's scalp jumped: "Yes, he will not betray His Majesty."

Jian Chengcong's eyes circled around him, something trembled in his eyes, and then returned to normal: "What are Chen Ying and his son doing recently?"

"Recruiting soldiers in private, while monitoring the movements in Beijing." Shangguan Quan lowered his voice and said, "Master Jing almost wiped out the killers of the Chen residence."

Jian Chengcong moved his lips, but he didn't say a word. It took a long time for him to speak: "My master of tiger and wolf will soon be able to use it openly."

The Jieli Dark Guard in his hand has been dormant in the Habayashi Guard for so many years, and finally he will soon be able to show his glory in front of the world.

"This old servant is really happy for His Majesty." Shangguan Quan said, "At that time, Lord Jing won't have to live a life of licking blood all day long."

One day, the Jian family will be able to control the world again, and the imperial power will no longer be controlled by others.

Jian Chengcong stared at him, thoughtful: "Shangguanquan, how many years have you been with me?"

"Your Majesty, this old slave has been in Prince Yin's Mansion since he was nine years old. He is 39 years old this year, a full 30 years." Shangguanquan suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness on his face.

"Time doesn't live here." Jian Chengcong sighed.

In such a long time, how many secrets Shangguanquan knew about him is unknown.

***

In the past spring, the palace will be busy with the Spring Sacrifice Ceremony. In the past three years since Jian Chengcong ascended the throne, the weather in the world has been smooth, natural disasters are rare, and man-made disasters are rare. The price of rice has been as low as seven cents a bucket. Compared with the prosperity of Kaiyuan and Tianbao years.

For the common people, it doesn't matter who owns the world, a good dynasty is one that has food and clothing and is not turbulent.

Officials from all over the country wrote letters requesting to come to Beijing to offer gifts, so this year's Spring Festival is more grand than previous years.

"Your Majesty." Shangguan Quan held several sets of newly cut dragon robes: "Your Majesty has not been out of the palace for a long time, and he has never paid attention to how to dress. This spring festival, the old servant saw that His Majesty's clothes were old, so he asked someone to sew new ones on his own. Yes, let the old slave serve you and try?"

Jian Chengcong stretched out his hand to weigh the material, and said lightly: "The clothes are indeed new."

"Your Majesty, Mr. Jing's old injury has relapsed, and I fear he won't be able to guard the palace for a few days." Shangguan Quan replied respectfully.

Jian Chengcong's hand suddenly stopped in the air: "Who has changed?"

Shangguan Quan said: "Hao Baorong."

Jian Chengcong nodded, and the fingers that had been clenched suddenly just now stretched out in his sleeves: "I see."

He is neither from the Chen family nor has anything to do with the Wei family, at least on the surface this person is still loyal to the Jian family, that's great.

But the bottom clothes are not as good as new, but people are not as good as old. Jian Chengcong couldn't get excited, and sat in the imperial study room until the second watch, before getting up and returning to Chenwei hall.

The sky was full of dark clouds, the stars and the moon had no brilliance, and it was as dark as an abyss.

Sitting on a soft sedan chair, wearing a fox-fur cloak, Jian Chengcong felt the night wind biting his bones, and his heart was terrified, and he could faintly hear the sound of crying and crying, and the sound of swords and swords being exchanged. For the matter, he calmed down a little and only urged the sedan chairmen to go faster.

Seeing that the Chenwei Hall was in front of him, someone suddenly shouted: "Someone wants to kill the king, protect your majesty quickly, each person will be rewarded with ten taels."

The eunuchs of Chenwei Hall rushed out upon hearing the sound, and surrounded Jian Chengcong tightly, and the guards of the palace also responded to the sound, running from all over to rescue him.

Hao Baorong's people gathered together to drink that night, and they couldn't tell who was going to kill the king when they were slightly drunk. As soon as they heard that there was a reward, they came in and slashed with knives. In a blink of an eye, blood flowed all over the ground, crying out for injustice.

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When I went to the hospital yesterday, when I was drawing blood, I stretched out my arms as if I were dead. The nurse pinched my fingertips and said, "Finger blood."

……

I haven't had a finger prick in over 20 years.

The nurse put on the gloves quickly, and said kindly, "Trust me, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

……

It really doesn't hurt very much, and I'm curious if there will be no need to draw venous blood for fever in the future. If so, it's really good news for Pu Daxiben.

PS: But the cuties still pay attention to their health, it is terrible to be sick.