treacherous beauty

On the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, on the way back to the capital, the ice and snow melted, and mud splashed everywhere under the horses' hooves.

On the second day after receiving the letter from his family, Wei Xuanlang, the young general of Jing'an, rode lightly on the road alone, with only two young generals, Murong Ye and Murong Ting, accompanying him.

Different from the leisurely look he had when he returned to Beijing in previous years, this time, he has the chill of a military general, rather than the disrespect of a swinger in fancy clothes.

The great prime minister, Chen Ying, wrote down more than [-] accusations against the emperor Jian Chengcong in one breath and stuffed them into the hands of his Laozi Zhenguogong Weixian. It was clear that he wanted to abolish the emperor and set up a new one, so he hypocritically asked the Wei family to come forward and rectify the emperor's behavior, etc. Anyone with a discerning eye can't see that this is to drag the Wei family into the activities of powerful ministers and thieves.

With only [-] soldiers and horses in hand, they stationed at Yinhuguan, the northernmost place, which has been plagued by bandits and bandits for many years, and the weather is so bad that the generals are unwilling to defend it. In the third year when he personally stationed troops there, Wei Xuanlang should not have returned to Beijing.

However, Wei Xianzhi was benevolent and cherished his reputation. He didn't want to kill the king and abolish the emperor. He wanted to reject Chen Ying. He was also afraid that the Ministry of Households would default on the military pay of hundreds of thousands of soldiers at the border. Let's talk about the situation.

Walking to the side of the street, Wei Xuanlang reined in his horse and asked coldly, "What's going on?"

It's strange that people who are not year-round, feel blocked and unable to move an inch as soon as they enter the city.

Murong Ting, who was following him, took a look and muttered: "Oh, maybe Yushu Xuelang is out of the street again, my lord, should I go around?"

Yushu Xue Lang was referring to Xue Yong, Wei Xuanlang knew such a person, a descendant of the Xue family in Beijing, rare talent, beautiful appearance, he didn't want the 19-year-old No. , quite a pity!

He turned over and got off the horse, and threw the rein in his hand: "Let's keep it in a village outside the city."

Murong Ting took it over: "Master, just walk back to the mansion like this?"

Wei Xuanlang responded, and was about to avoid the turbulent crowd, when someone came around and intercepted him suddenly: "Brother Feiqing, you miss me so much."

Wei Xuanlang, courtesy name Feiqing.

Wei Xuanlang turned around and saw that it was Chen Huan, he smiled lightly and said, "Brother Chen, are you here all right?"

"Fei Qing, you haven't been in Beijing for the past two years, my life has been hard." Chen Huan said: "It's all right now, I can be counted as being covered by someone."

The person who said it was pitiful, but the person who heard it was indifferent: "You don't give your life to my Wei family, why should I protect you?"

Not to mention the capital city, it is a small border town with a small population. Whoever hears the name of the prime minister's second son Chen can't shake his head three times. It's ridiculous to pretend to be in front of him like this.

"You have no shortage of hard-working people." Chen Huan leaned over and replied, "There are still people who say there is a shortage of warm beds."

Wei Xuanlang patted his shoulder with a lot of force: "Chen Er."

On his face was a delicate half-silver mask, his exposed eyes were clear and charming, and he was bold and charming——

Lang Lang is like the sun and the moon in his arms.

Wei Xuanlang, the fourth son of Duke Anguo's mansion, used to hang out with the children of the aristocratic family with such an appearance, but later he led soldiers, and when it came to his ruthlessness on the battlefield, he was called Yumian Shura, and his nickname was evil. No matter who thinks about it, they will be afraid three points, how can they still have the heart to flirt with him, let alone warm his bed.

Avoid it.

Chen Huan didn't evade: "Fei Qing, you are not mean. You have been wearing this mask since you came back from the battlefield the year before last. Brother, I have never seen your real face again. Even if you were injured by an arrow, how much is this?" It's been a year, the scar should have faded by now, right?"

What is a man afraid of with a scar on his face.

Wei Xuanlang laughed suddenly when he heard the words: "If someone sees my ugly face, wouldn't I need a warm bed even more?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced faintly at a group of bustling men and women.

Seeing that he didn't move his feet, Chen Huan also looked at the bustling place, and sighed, "I wanted to find a wonderful person last month, but I was disturbed by Jing Zhen."

Wei Xuanlang was absent-minded: "It's nothing, why did you provoke him?"

That mad dog.

"I can't afford to offend him." Chen Huan pointed to the front and said, "Wei Si, I'm robbing someone, you help me lure Jing Zhen away."

It is a rare opportunity for Xue Yong to go out to play in the palace today.

Wei Xuanlang said: "I don't want to be bitten by a mad dog."

With no injustice or enmity, he doesn't want to provoke Jing Zhen.

"Wei Si, that brat of the Xue family, you haven't seen him often in Beijing in recent years, you're out of here, tsk." Chen Yang said, "Go over here and let my brother spend a night of ecstasy with you first, how about it?"

"Chen Er." Wei Xuanlang didn't like this: "I have something to do at home, so I'll accompany you another day."

After saying that he was about to leave, Chen Huan laughed frivolously: "I'm not a coward, I'm here for you."

Wei Xuanlang raised his eyes slightly, and the man in the bustling crowd looked towards him——

The smile is very light, like the smoked willows in spring, and like the ripples in the blue waves, he is handsome, and amidst all kinds of elegance, the cinnabar on his forehead is burning red: "Xue Yong, my words are clear, see Pass General Jing'an and Second Young Master Chen."

As if he had seen it somewhere before, but he really didn't recognize the young man in front of him, Wei Xuanlang's gaze fell elsewhere for a moment, and he nodded as a response.

Chen Huan was taken aback by his smile, and couldn't help but leaned forward: "Let me see, is the injury better?"

Xue Yong bent his eyes and leaned back with a smile: "The scar is ugly, don't dare to dirty the eyes of the second son, please raise your hands high, don't embarrass me too much."

He turned his neck to the side, and Wei Xuanlang saw from the corner of his eye that his skin was covered with willow leaf silver foil, and the matte vein-like lines were pasted from behind the ears along the jawbone, pressing down on a piece of icy jade skin, Dark and dazzling.

Wei Xuanlang's eyes lightened slightly, and he slightly cupped his hands at Chen Huan: "Farewell."

How could Chen Huan let him go? If the Chen family wanted to abolish the emperor and set up another one, they had to trap the Wei family first. This young man made up his mind, he grabbed Wei Xuanlang's sleeve: "Fei Qing, please save face from Dr. Xue, let's go and have a drink and welcome you."

"Another day." Wei Xuanlang said with a light smile, "I'm sorry, there is something at home."

Chen Huan's plan is too obvious, how can he not see it, and the emperor's concubine Xue Yong, who has never been in touch with him, met him this time when he entered the city. ?

Seeing that he couldn't keep him, Chen Huan said with a sneer, "Another day."

He turned to Xue Yong: "Doctor Xue, let's go have some fun?"

Wei Xuanlang didn't want to show his face, but Xue Yong didn't dare, he said with a smile: "Where does Second Young Master Chen want to go? I'm treating you."

After the sound fell, the evil spirit around suddenly increased sharply. I saw Jing Zhen hurried over with Yubayashi Wei. He first said to Wei Xuanlang: "General Jing'an."

Wei Xuanlang responded, turned around and left without waiting for them to speak.

Jing Zhen turned his head away, and said politely, "Second Master Chen."

Thinking of the blockage last time, Chen Huan didn't fight when he saw Jing Zhen, but it was hard to get angry on the street, and his face turned cold instantly: "Doctor Xue?"

Xue Yong understood his hint, and he looked at Jing Zhen again without moving.

Jing Zhen didn't say hello to Chen Huan at all, but said to Xue Yong: "Doctor Xue Shang is out of the limelight today, it's time to go back to the palace."

Xue Yong turned around and bowed to Chen Huan: "Second Master Chen, I'm sorry I can't accompany you anymore."

When he saw Jing Zhen's knife, he was terrified.

Chen Huan was slapped in the face several times today, his heart was burning with anger, but on his face he said with a smile: "Well, another day."

Jing Zhen cupped his hands calmly: "So, offended, Mr. Chen."

Chen Yang waved his hand: "It's serious."

Jing Zhen, very good.

Xue Yong bypassed the two alleys in one breath, while he was panting under the palace wall, he suddenly raised his eyes and saw a person standing in front of him, and he smiled slightly between his brows: "General Jing'an."

Wei Xuanlang's eyes leaked from the delicate silver mask, and he was bitingly cold: "Tell me, what is the emperor's plan?"

The Chen family's plan to abolish the emperor and establish another one may not have been heard in the palace.

Xue Yong came here on the basis of his entry into the city. To put it bluntly, he wanted to meet the emperor and test the attitude of the Wei family.

Xue Yong collected himself and asked, "What is General Jing'an's plan?"

He also went straight to the point.

"Tell the emperor that the Wei family and him will not offend each other." Wei Xuanlang stretched out his hands to support his sides, and without even looking him in the face, he whispered, and his robe disappeared into Bai Xuehong's eyes in a blink of an eye. beyond the wall.

Inside the palace wall, plum blossoms are in full bloom, reflecting the exquisite white snow, pink white and bright red, which is a pleasure for anyone's courtyard.

Xue Yong brushed off the falling snow on his fur coat, and walked towards the bright yellow figure: "Your Majesty."

Jian Chengcong took him into his arms, folded a red plum and put it in front of his eyes: "Qingyan, the plum blossoms are blooming well this winter."

Xue Yong leaned into his ear, scooped up the red plum in one hand, and said casually: "The Wei family has no rebellion."

They have no intention of rebellion, and they don't recognize the emperor as the master, just as Wei Xuanlang said - they don't offend each other.

Thank goodness.

The moment Jian Chengcong heard this, he stabilized himself, picked up Xue Yong and walked to the Nuan Pavilion, while ordering his followers: "Go and bring some warming ginger soup."

Xue Yong has never practiced martial arts, and he has been ill for a long time after being injured by Jing Zhen. This time he had to be sent out to see Wei Xuanlang. After returning, his face turned blue from cold. Jian Chengcong was deeply disturbed, fearing that his illness would worsen .

"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter." Xue Yong said: "I serve Your Majesty, go down and take a nap on the couch?"

He took off his belt, took off his coat, and knelt on the ground with only his middle coat to take off Jian Chengcong's boots, lowered the curtains, and the two of them knelt on the dragon couch, staring at the night pearl in the tent, silent for a moment.

Jian Chengcong took out a book from under the pillow, and sighed: "I will sleep for a while, if you are bored, you can pass the time."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Xue Yong held the book and moved his head back, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes fell on the pages of the book.

After a while, Jian Chengcong asked, "Where's Yun Ming?"

Xue Yong closed the book: "Tonight, he is afraid of being entangled."

Jing Zhen confronted the Chen family several times, and it seemed more or less auspicious.

Seeing that he was still talking, Jian Chengcong suddenly turned over and sat up: "Come here."

Shangguan Quan came quickly: "Your Majesty, the old slave is here."

"Go find some mild ointment." Xue Yong winked at Jian Chengcong, and said lazily, "I can't enjoy myself with this."

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