The invulnerability of fast wear

When Yan Song asked that sentence seemingly jokingly, the man's heart throbbed suddenly.

The handsome and impeccable young man held the golden hairpin with a leisurely posture, but Wu Xie recalled the conversation with the system at the transfer station before, if he could, he would like to ask the other party what he chose in the end, whether to keep forgetting or memory save?

But no matter what the final answer is, he will not be affected again.

—that this person came only for him is an ecstatic event in itself.

He stretched out his hands to hold the man's face in his arms, and when he got closer, the faint scent of sandalwood permeated into the blowing summer wind, and the man's eyes gradually became serious.

"I want you to be my wife."

The young man was fixed in place by these words. In the narrow space, he looked at this person at the same level, and felt the rare heat on his cheek.

"Emperor, do it." The man Yinjia Yuyu, with a hint of domineering lurking under his calm words, "You will not have a queen, but a king who stands shoulder to shoulder—"

"This side-by-side king can only be me."

Yan Song laughed.

It was different from any smile he had seen before, he finally peeled off the seemingly invisible layer of fog, his slightly opened diamond eyes were full of brilliance, and he showed a bright smile in the haze simply because of happiness.

"What's the matter, I've known you for so many years." He pulled the man's hand from his cheek and gently squeezed it into his palm, "It seems that only these few days have I really understood you."

"As soon as you open your mouth with this posture, I can predict what you are going to say." He said, "Exactly, Axie. But it's strange that I can't feel your ambition when you say it. Is that what you said, thinking like that?"

"Yes, but—if the person who is loyal to you is not you." The man responded seriously with a calm expression, "I will not escape from prison, set up a trap, and I will not sit here and say to you, 'I want to be king side by side! '."

He lowered his eyes and pulled out the phoenix hairpin that was pinned to the opponent's fingertips, and smiled resignedly:

"For so many years, my only ambition is..."

The unfinished words disappeared in the purple sky, and the golden hairpin passed through the soft black silk and settled in the young man's bun.

……

The capital seems to be settled, but under the peace, there are dark surges.

The prince forced the palace, the former emperor died, the six princes led the army of five cities to rescue him, the prince committed suicide in the Wenhua Palace... The previous script can be understood by people, but the subsequent operation makes the princes and the world alike. The people were dumbfounded.

The four princes were imprisoned in Jingyang Palace for no reason, and the sixth prince took the army to ascend the throne, and announced several eye-catching decrees one after another. First, Wu Xie, the envoy of Wucheng soldiers and horses, was named the one-word side-by-side king. This is part of the division of power, although The position was given higher than people expected, but it is not a rare thing - but after the award was completed, the new emperor actually announced to the world that he would marry his sister, Princess Lin'an, as the queen when the bones of the previous emperor were still cold. To get married!

This blows up the pot of the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, and their admonitions fly to the dragon case like snowflakes.

In addition, there were rumors that the new emperor was determined to cut down the vassals and other rumors spread among the princes, and the kings of various places began to panic, and they also wrote letters to discuss "state affairs" on the basis of the wedding.

Some concerned about the country and the people, full of sincere words, counting the Ming emperors of the past dynasties, the disasters of the previous dynasty, asking the new emperor to drink water and think about the source, and recall the past;

There are still a few military powers in their hands, especially the princes and kings who are conspicuous. The papers that come up are all very personal. One wrote more than a hundred lines accusing the new emperor of forgetting his ancestors and creating divine punishment. The meticulous thoughts seep between the lines, which makes people ponder.

Outsiders see that the inside and outside of the court hall are really lively, but they don’t know that no matter how much the courtiers and princes are thinking, they can’t convey where the new emperor is. The new emperor knows nothing about their movements—the memorial seems to have entered In fact, the Forbidden City was not sent to the Hall of Supreme Harmony at all, but was directly transported to Jingyang Palace, where it was filtered by the four princes who were "under house arrest". In the end, the remaining news became all that the new emperor saw.

The behind-the-scenes controller of this farce is dormant waiting for the moment when the sparks burst.

As early as when Wu Xie refused to kill Yan Song, Yan'an knew that he was created into a situation full of honey.

But he did not refuse.

He is very clear that this is a trap, and it is also a chance to turn a corner—he is the emperor after all, and once he ascends the throne, even if Wu Xie wants to move him, he has to care about the superficial relationship of superiority and inferiority. Act in secret.

Of course, the opponent's game is also very simple and clear. It is nothing more than to make him lose his virtue by taking advantage of his successor, then spread rumors, use the princes and kings to pull him down from the throne, and then support Yansong to achieve the ultimate goal... Although not I understand why Wu Xie would rather help a pawn that is no longer useful than to cooperate with him, but it doesn't matter, the princes seem to be the opponent's sharp weapon, but they will also become his bargaining chip.

Kings with different surnames cannot change dynasties, and now the only orthodox heirs left are him and the fourth prince. Since he can only be a puppet temporarily, why doesn't he choose the one that suits him best?Compared with the difficult throne, the king of different surnames cares more about the fertile land and the domestication of private soldiers. As long as he promises benefits, I believe it is only a matter of time before he can change to a partner who is better controlled than Wu Xie.

However, after ascending the throne, he realized how naive he was.

Yan'an's morning court lasted only one day.

When he was about to go from the bedroom to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the guards stopped him outside the folding door, saying that he was still injured and should not go up to court, and advised him to go back and lie down, but he was naturally dissatisfied. After making a fuss, Wu Xie finally appeared At the door of the bedroom——This man is wearing armor and sharp, the shadow cast by his tall figure stretches infinitely in the backlight, his facial features are firm and his eyes are cold, like an emotionless weapon.

Yan'an will never forget what the other party said when he drew his sword:

"Your Majesty refuses to fake injuries, so I have to do it for you."

The cold light flashed on the side of his legs, and the moment the blood splashed, he screamed out of fear. The blood quickly stained the bright yellow jacket and pants, and the dark dragon pattern gradually deepened. At this moment, he heard the man lightly With a laugh, he retracted the sword and returned it to its sheath.

"Your Majesty is really embarrassing."

With red hands, he raised his head in panic, only to see the man tearing off the shoulder armor ribbon, and took a few steps closer, he flinched back in fear, but the man grabbed his feet and dared not move again.

The slender purple ribbon was drawn by the other party around the thigh, tightly strangling the artery, the wound that looked very scary before, but soon stopped bleeding, the man slightly rolled up the slashed trousers, although Trembling with pain from pulling his flesh, Yan'an gritted his teeth and endured it in fear.

"This injury will not affect your majesty's walking in the future, and it will heal if you live well." Seeing that the incision is intact, the man raised his eyes and smiled at him, "but if your majesty runs around, the wound will open again. It's hard to say."

Yan'an nodded frantically. He knew that if he had some backbone, he should kick the opponent away at this time, and would rather die than fight for the chance.If it wasn't Wu Xie who stood in front of him today and did such a thing, he would never compromise easily with anyone, even the most brutal princes and kings. No matter what, he thinks he has the cards in his hand.

But once he faced Wu Xie, the chips in his hand turned into air. He didn't know how much the other party knew him, but he was very clear that he didn't understand this man at all.

Strong, cold, arbitrary, with occasional flashes of cruelty and gentleness—the attitude of the other party is like a giant sword hanging above the head, fluctuating high and low, far and near, making people frightened.

Standing beside this person, Yan'an felt that he would die at any time.

"It's really boring not being able to go out. If Your Majesty has time, you can approve a batch of papers. Don't neglect government affairs." The man stood up satisfied, and even his tone softened, "As long as Your Majesty doesn't do stupid things, I can keep you safe .”

With lingering fear in his heart, Yan An nodded to express his understanding.

After that, the man resigned politely, and not long after, there were memorials presented one after another, and a strict-mouthed imperial doctor diagnosed his wounds behind the curtain, and the statement was the same as that of Wu Xie.

Under the yellow tent, the new emperor stared blankly at the painted dragon zenith above his head. After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes, fell into his soft and quilted white fingers, and tightly grasped the blood-stained purple ribbon.

The big wedding took place very quickly, and the censor, who was holding the national law and the court plan, jumped off the golden pool on the spot. Even so, he still failed to interrupt the much-maligned marriage.

The wedding was held in the Yonghe Palace. The palace people poured into the palace with all kinds of items like flowing water, and then exited in an orderly manner. This was the most hasty imperial wedding in the history of the dynasty, but it was also an extremely extravagant feast— ——In order to show his love and respect for the queen, the emperor forced the craftsmen to redecorate the entire Yonghe Palace with gold, silver, jade and other objects in just half a month, making it look brightly lit and resplendent even at night.

Like a morning star standing in the east.

"Ding, [Help Yan Lingwei become a queen] progress value +100%, current progress is 100%"

The Jingyang Palace, which has always been cold, is decorated with some festive red objects. The table is full of jujube and osmanthus seeds, and there are exquisite sugar figurines that I don’t know where. Wipe hands with sugar water.

In front of him was a plate full of longan peeled, like piled up crystal balls, dimly reflecting the orange fire light, which looked extraordinarily beautiful.

"Eat, I'll close the window."

Pushing the bowl to the hand of the person correcting the memorial, he was about to stand up, but someone grabbed the hem of his clothes. The other person looked at him while holding a pen, and asked with a smile:

"Still angry?"

"No." Wu Xie said, "I just feel noisy."

The man let go of his hand and said casually:

"Bai Ting said that Xu Shi would come to see you..."

"No." The man slammed down the window, "It's annoying just looking at him."

"I thought so too, so I rejected him directly." The short nib of the pen brushed across the inkstone, "...and you said that you are not angry, but just a belt. Is that embarrassing for you?"

"It's not embarrassing, I just feel..." The man turned to look at him, pursed his lips and tensed his expression for a while, then suddenly covered his face with one hand and sighed heavily, "Oh, I'm too careless."

On that day, he and Yan Song exchanged heart-to-heart talks, and when they returned to Jingyang Palace, a group of generals and aides from the Ten Mile Battalion had already arrived and were discussing the matter of reducing the feudal vassal. Immediately, everyone's eyes were projected on his waist like a spotlight.

Wu Xie thought it was because of his special status at first, so he spoke to ease the awkward atmosphere. These people were not too embarrassed, but they looked at him very strangely. After talking about business, they were about to leave, but Yan Song, who was sitting at the top, told him to stay. Next, at that time, the deputy general of the Xixing Army had a complicated expression and wanted to say something, but the general grabbed his shoulders and pushed him madly, and the people in the room receded like a tide, and he realized that something was wrong.

When he touched his waist, the scales were cold, and there was nothing wrong with it, but his fingertips touched the jade belt buckled in the tiger-faced plastron. After being prompted by the system, he finally realized that the joint of the plastron is a tiger-faced inlay, similar to a fixed belt. But now it is not a military armor belt with black copper nails, but a royal plain belt inlaid with gold and jade.

Before going out, he and Yan Song's clothes were mixed together, and Bai Ting was in a hurry, and he was not very familiar with these clothes, so he didn't have time to check them after putting them on in a hurry, so he followed Bai Ting and walked out, not finding anything wrong at all, but before All the old foxes waiting in the house were old foxes who had been immersed in officialdom for many years. They could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with his clothing standard, and unexpectedly discovered that the owner of this belt was... No wonder all these people had complicated expressions, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

It's just that it's fine if Bai Ting doesn't remind him, after all, this subordinate's work style is conscientious, prudent and prudent, maybe he has doubts, so he didn't remind him.But Yan Song couldn't justify it. This guy must have found out that there was something wrong with his clothes, but besides, he was still arguing with him in the water pavilion. It was really annoying to come out at the end.

That night, Yansong's bed-sharing plan announced GG.

If time goes back one time, he promises not to be with Wu Xiepi again—after that day, the man would rather stay in Jingyang Palace with his eyes open for one night than share a bed with him, claiming that his career is unfinished and he has no intention of doing anything.

Yan Song could only rack his brains to let the other party go down the steps he gave.

"Ah Xie, you really plan to go there in person for the cutting of the feudal clan?" The brush strokes finished smoothly on the simple announcement, and the young man's side face looked extraordinarily soft in the candlelight, "I'm still... a little scared."

"Afraid of what." The man smiled, "Afraid that I won't be able to triumph?"

Putting the wolf hair on the porcelain mountain, Yan Song moved his arms away, only put down the sleeves, and didn't answer immediately, after Wu Xie walked a few steps to the side, he twisted a longan and put it in his mouth, the diamond eyes were slightly slanted, revealing smile:

"I'm afraid that if you return triumphantly, there will be nothing to reward you."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he pretended to be interested and asked:

"Why don't we get married when you come back from cutting down the vassal, okay?"

Wu Xie was carrying a bowl of tea, and when he heard that he was almost choked by the swallowed tea leaves, he quickly recalled the historical dramas he had watched, and asked back in surprise:

"How do you get married? If you marry a sister, it's like this. If you and I come again, the censors should be gone."

"It's easy to handle." Yansong smiled, rubbing his smooth face with his teeth, "Everything starts with the rituals of the week, three books and six hires, and the etiquette department will take care of it. When the time comes, you and I will both be in the dark, and I will come to the city to welcome you, civil and military. Hundreds of officials should be witnesses—as for whether it is to welcome the general or marry the queen, the benevolent will see the benevolence, and the wise will see the wisdom."

"This idea is really..." The man showed a sudden look, and looked at him with shining eyes, "It's amazing!"

The young man pursed his lips with a smile and chewed the kernels.

The bitter taste spread in his mouth, but he tasted a little truth from it.

The sense of happiness is so full, it's even more ecstatic than a dream.

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