It's not good to be a courtier

On the second day, news came from the palace that the eighteen princes would resume classes, and Feng Yan accepted the reward with his head bowed.On the morning of the third day, he prepared to leave according to the usual time. As soon as he went out, he saw Cui Lin'er curled up next to the lion pedestal at the gate of the general's mansion. Walking a few steps quickly, he grabbed him and said, "Why are you here, and when were you here?" The tentacles were icy cold, and Feng Yan discovered that Cui Lin'er's eyebrows and hair were stained with tiny drops of water, like You should have stayed here for a long time.

"No... I..." Cui Lin'er was no longer old, stuttered, her big eyes were clouded with water, and she couldn't speak a complete sentence for a long time.

Feng Yan hurriedly pulled him into the mansion, and repeatedly ordered to prepare clothes, bath water, and breakfast. After a while, Cui Xin also got the news. As soon as she came out, her eyes turned red before she could speak. Slowly said: "Lin'er, are you complaining about Auntie? Auntie doesn't know... Lin'er, I am your aunt."

Cui Lin'er's eyes were also red, but she just grabbed Feng Yan's sleeves, her face mournful, and she cried, "Cousin, did you make a mistake? I saw my sister at noon yesterday, but in the evening, Captain Jingdu came to ask and said he found something wrong. I lost my sister." After all, he is only 13 years old, since the day in Meiyuan, the wind direction in Beijing has changed drastically, which is indeed cruel for a child.

"Lin'er," Feng Yan looked at his red eyes from crying, and felt a sharp pain in his heart, "I'm sorry, Lin'er."

Cui Lin'er's last remaining hope was shattered, "Impossible, it must not be my sister, Lieutenant Jingdu must have made a mistake, I don't believe it!" , let him see those hazes, those lingering pasts again and again.He held onto Cui Lin'er who couldn't help crying and patted him on the back, calling him over and over again: "Lin'er, Lin'er..." It seemed that there was no other way to comfort the deep guilt in his heart.

In the afternoon, Cui Liner said that he would go to Jingdu Wei to see Cui Longer one last time, Feng Yan nodded in agreement.When we arrived at Captain Jingdu, the receptionist was Shen Ruoli. Feng Yan nodded to Shen Ruoli, touched Cui Liner's head and said: "Come here to find me when it's over, I'll wait for you here." Then he touched him worriedly face, "Go, I'm right here."

Cui Lin'er nodded, and turned to follow Shen Ruoli. Feng Yan stood at the gate of Jingdu Wei, the sun was warm, but he felt chills all over for no reason.

In less than a moment, Cui Lin'er slowly walked out from Captain Jingdu, step by step, his face was pale and gloomy, his eyes were like dusty pearls, and he no longer had the confidence and vitality before. He walked in front of Feng Yan, still able to hold himself Grieving, he said quietly: "It's really... my sister, she loves beauty the most, but in the end... she was so embarrassed."

"Lin'er," Feng Yan called out in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"I know it's none of my cousin's business, it's grandma, grandma abandoned us, grandma..." Cui Lin'er said incoherently, "I didn't know that once we lost the protection of the Cui family, countless people would scramble to step on us." He slightly He hung his head, looking very bewildered.Feng Yan put his hand on his shoulder, finally Cui Lin'er couldn't help but threw herself into his arms, her whole body trembling, she was silent for a while.

"Lin'er, there's nothing shameful in crying," Feng Yan said in a low voice, holding him in his arms, "Even if I'm as old as I am, I'll cry when I encounter something worth crying about."

Cui Lin'er nodded, first she whimpered a few times, and then she really cried out. Although she was just sobbing softly, compared to her usual self-restraint and prudence, she finally let out some emotions.

Cui Lin'er had cried enough, Feng Yan wanted to send him back to the Cui Mansion, he shook his head desperately, and held Feng Yan's clothes tightly.Seeing that he really didn't want to go back, Feng Yan took him back to Feng's residence and settled him down. Then he remembered that today was Murong Qi's first day of resuming classes, and hurried out to the palace to plead guilty. Sure enough, he didn't see him. Even Fu'er didn't come out, only a little eunuch who had never seen before ran errands, saying that His Highness had just recovered from the wind and cold recently, and Feng Yan nodded and turned back to the general's mansion.

In the evening, Duan Liyi suddenly asked him to drink to make amends, and the two sat down in Taihe Building. Someone from Jingdu came to report that something had happened. It was late at night, less than a moment before the curfew.

Feng Yan looked at the moon hanging in the middle of the sky, hidden in the dim yellow clouds, a carriage passing by, he avoided to one side, the carriage stopped slowly, the curtain was lifted to reveal a slender little hand.Feng Yan was slightly startled, took a breath and jumped into the carriage.

After entering the carriage, Murong Qi was already sitting firmly at the rear of the carriage, tall and straight like a pine tree, with a heavy expression on his face.This time there was no burning tea stove in the car, only a purple gold bowl was used to warm some hot water.Murong Qi raised his hand and poured hot tea into the emerald green jade cup, curling light smoke rose, and the carriage was silent.

After a while, Feng Yan thought that Murong Qi would not be the first to break the silence, so he took a sip of tea and said, "Listen..."

"You..." The two spoke at the same time, Feng Yan looked up in surprise and met Murong Qi's slightly surprised eyes.

Murong Qi's complexion was not good, the lights in the carriage were dim, he could still see the tiredness between Murong Qi's brows, and the slightly sunken cheeks.Shen Ruoli said that he was sick, and he didn't even think that he might be sick these days when he didn't resume classes.

Murong Qi had a fetal deficiency, and had always been thin and small. He fell ill every now and then and had a fever. He was soaked in medicine pots for the past ten years, and Feng Yan knew it all along.Perhaps Murong Qi was acting too normal, he forgot that even Emperor Jianxi, who would dominate Kyushu in the future, had unknown fragility.

He still remembered the pain of Cui Lin'er crying in his arms during the day, and he suddenly remembered that Murong Qi was only four years old when he lost his mother. He heard from Fu'er that the half-grown man was kneeling beside his mother, pulling Concubine Gu didn't let go of her arms until she fainted from crying, and then she was separated by life, allowing Concubine Gu to be buried smoothly.He lived alone in the Ziguang Palace since he was a child, and he suffered much criticism and injustice, and he endured it in silence. No one sat quietly all the time, not knowing what he was thinking, and his back seemed desolate.

At that time, Fu'er knelt in front of him, pouring out every single word in tears, hoping that she would allow Murong Qi to give him a moment of joy.At that time, he was only thinking, who gave him happiness, who would give himself happiness?In the ten years after his death, Murong Qi still had no joy at all, and he didn't give him a single bit of what he could give.His heart suddenly softened, and he swallowed back the questions he was about to utter, and said: "I heard that you have been ill recently, and I still wonder why you have not resumed classes. Since you are healthy, don't run around."

"It's nothing serious," Murong Qi said calmly, put the jade cup in his hand back on the table, and asked after a pause, "How is Cui Lin'er?"

Feng Yan said: "Fortunately, after all, he is only 13 years old. When there is a big change for the first time, he will always have some emotions."

"As long as he survives this test," Murong Qi looked down at the steaming cup of tea in front of him, and said thoughtfully, "There will be nothing that can defeat him in the future."

Feng Yan was slightly taken aback, frowned and said, "Are you talking about yourself? You were better than him..."

"I'm different from him." Murong Qi raised his eyes slowly, rubbing the jade cup in his hand, with a smile on his face, "He still has you, and the Feng family. I have nothing in the past. Nothing to lose, nothing to lose." fear."

Feng Yan's heart seemed to be hit by something, and Fu'er's mournful voice rang in his ears, "General, even if it's for yourself, let His Majesty do what you want. If His Majesty is wrong, His Majesty's biggest mistake is that he loves you. General you."

Envy?Feng Yan looked at Murong Qi who was sitting in front of him, since when did Murong Qi's eyes show envy, but he never noticed it.Murong Qi has always treated people coldly, and he never misdirected his thoughts to other places. However, under this cold body, there are emotions that are unknown and unaccepted by the world. This may be all about him as Murong Qi, but it is his Emperor Jianxi couldn't, so he said, "I can also be by your side."

Murong Qi was shocked all over, his eyes flickered, his lips were pursed and he never spoke.Feng Yan said: "I am His Highness's Martial Attendant, and I shall serve His Highness until I come of age."

Murong Qi lowered his head slightly, an unspeakable meaning flashed in his eyes, and the carriage suddenly fell silent.Feng Yan was a little annoyed at his unrestrained speech, I can be by your side for anything, and he was arguing in his heart, Murong Qi suddenly said: "You can go when the filial piety period is over."

Feng Yan raised his head to look at Murong Qi in disbelief, seeing that his expression was serious and not probing, a bitter disappointment flashed in his heart.In the last life, he tried his best to keep him, but why now.

Feng Yan looked at Bicui's teacup in front of him, and said a little awkwardly: "I just received an errand from His Highness a few years ago, so I'm afraid it's inappropriate to go like this." He swallowed the rest of the words, Murong Qi had already spoken, he is not easy to change thoughtful person.

"The Feng family is dominated by Concubine Yi, you can't..." Murong Qi paused, and didn't continue, as if he was a little impatient.

Feng Yan said: "But it's not His Highness the Sixth Highness who chose me as a military attendant. Presumably, His Highness Sixth would not look favorably on someone who has served other princes before." After he finished speaking, he lowered his gaze, feeling that he shouldn't have said this at all. His father is Concubine Yi's father who single-handedly promoted his family. No matter where they go, their family is firmly stamped with the Sixth Prince faction. It is normal for Murong Qi not to trust him now. After all, he is not that Murong Qi, and he shouldn't. Then there was that Murong Qi, thinking of this, he said bitterly: "Feng Yan thanked His Highness for your kindness, Feng Yan still has one thing to ask His Highness to do, and His Highness will choose a companion to read after the year, can you consider Xia Lin'er?"

Murong Qi lowered his eyes and said for a while: "I can choose him, but it will be of no benefit to him. He doesn't need protection now, so he should take a longer view. Instead of begging me, it's better to beg Cui You."

Choi Woo?Feng Yan immediately understood what Murong Qi meant. Cui You is now the second emperor's teacher and the mainstay of the Cui family, so his status is perfect.However, he looked up at Murong Qi, feeling a little worried.Although Cui You has not shown the slightest inclination now, but the future emperor he prefers is not Murong Qi, but Murong Dan.

Feng Yan was almost about to tell him, but in the end he kept his mouth shut. Murong Qi was too smart, he wasn't sure what kind of storm he would cause by his inadvertent leak.Murong Qi's safety can still be guaranteed now, and no one will focus on this sick and weak prince.

The carriage drove slowly on the official road, and the interior of the carriage returned to silence.Feng Yan gently raised the curtain and looked out through the beaded curtain. The official road was also quiet, and occasionally dim lanterns flashed by, adding to the loneliness in this dark night. After walking for a while, the carriage stopped, and Feng Yan He got up and bowed to Murong Qi, opened the curtain and got out of the car, the two of them didn't speak a word.

Standing in front of the mansion gate, Feng Yan watched the unremarkable carriage leave slowly, as if taking away those elusive memories all at once.Only he was having a dream that he did not want to wake up from, any envy, any entanglement, that had already become a thing of the past.

Walking to the gate of the palace, Fu'er lifted the curtain of the carriage, her expression changed instantly, she climbed into the carriage with hands and feet, and screamed in a low voice: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you, Your Highness?"

Murong Qi leaned behind the table with a pale face, struggling to hold on, dense beads of sweat dripped from his forehead along his chin, leaving a small puddle of water, he said angrily: "I let him go , I almost, almost..."

Fu'er's eyes immediately turned red, and she said in a crying voice: "Why is Your Highness so self-sufficient, obviously..."

"It's too dangerous for him to stay...by my side," Murong Qi gritted his teeth and stood up with a serious expression in his eyes, "If... it's wrong, I... will bear it all!" He walked out of the carriage slowly, with no trace of pain visible on his face, and he became that indifferent young man who lived alone in the Purple Light Palace again.

At the end of the first month, Feng Yan bid farewell to Liu Yu and returned to the northern border. He stayed for three years. At the beginning of the second year, Liu Yu didn't come, but let him meet Liu Yu who was driven to the northern border by Liu Han. The two were a coincidence Unfortunately, they were assigned to the same battalion and lived in the same tent. As far as Liu Xing disliked Feng Yan, they basically had to fight every day.After a few months of working together, both sides were very familiar with each other's routines, and the fights were tiring, so on a calm afternoon, the two finally decided to cease fighting indefinitely.Later, the two got along miraculously and harmoniously, and occasionally they could hook up and drink a few sips of wine together.

"Ah bah!" Feng Yan cleared his throat, and spit neatly, and the spittle was sprayed on Liu Wei's feet. Liu Wei's forehead twitched, and he twisted his whole face and finally pulled himself from the edge of madness Pulling it back, he tried his best to calm down and said, "Let's talk about hygiene, this morning, you vomited all over the tent and there's not even a place to stay."

Feng Yan picked out the hair that hadn't been washed for a few days, flicked his fingers and said: "If you don't have a place to stay, you can clean up a place to stay. What the hell, isn't this what you like to do? It's no hobby, a General Zuowei, his usual hobby is cleaning and washing clothes, the general's family education is really strict."

Liu Yan tightened his grip on the broom, then let it go, and said, "Then I can't clean up after your ass. I didn't do any shit this morning, so I just followed your ass around."

Feng Yan immediately covered his butt very vigilantly, and said quite seriously: "What do you want to do, I tell you that I am a serious person," pointing and saying: "Professional quality needs to be strengthened, you see, this place has not been swept yet. Clean, hey hey hey, you really hit me..."

After Feng Yan was forcibly kicked out by Liu Wei, he wandered around in the camp. Today is a rare rest day. There is no drill that tortures people to death, and there is no tension around powerful enemies.After coming to the Northland for three years, he went to the battlefield and shed his blood. Everything that he longed for in his previous life has now come true. There are a group of brothers who share weal and woe, and a group of enemies who run away when they meet.Occasionally, I looked up at the vast sky in the south, and my heart was in a state of panic.

He was walking aimlessly in the camp. There was a commotion in the bow and arrow camp, and then the twenty camps fell silent. After a while, the well-equipped archers came out of the camp with their quiver on their backs. General Yao Ying, upon seeing Feng Yan, immediately saluted and said, "Young General," Yao Ying said with a solemn expression, and hurriedly led people out of the camp, looking in the direction of the Shumu River area where Beihu often haunts.

He turned back to the cavalry battalion, and the soldiers were standing in twos and threes, talking a lot. Liu Xi ran towards him, and seeing him, he said, "I heard that the Guchuan people are haunting the Shumu River, and the bow and arrow battalion set out first as the vanguard. The general ordered that all members be cancelled." On vacation, the cavalry will join forces and wait for orders."

Guchuan people?An indifferent incident flashed across Feng Yan's mind. After his death, he lingered beside Murong Qi. He had heard of this name before. It was a mysterious and ancient race behind the dragon veins of Qilian Mountain. Therefore, he was besieged by various countries in the troubled times, and was finally forced to move to Qilian Mountains, and has never been heard from since.Now that the Guchuan ethnic group suddenly appeared in the world, Feng Yan raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Shumu River with distant eyes.

The whole camp of the Northern Guards was on alert. When the bow and arrow camp returned to the camp at night, Feng Yan walked around the cavalry camp for two times. Seeing Yao Ying coming out of the tent in a hurry, he immediately went up to him and said, "I heard that the bow and arrow camp is washing clothes." Muhe met the Guchuan tribe, how about it, have you intercepted some weapons, let the brothers open their eyes."

Yao Ying rolled his eyes, and said hi: "Don't mention it, it was already over when we arrived, I don't know which army the Guchuan tribe ran into, many people died, and no weapons were left behind. All were looted."

Feng Yan said strangely: "They have always lived in seclusion in Qilian Mountains, and they have not come out for three generations, why suddenly..."

Yao Ying frowned and said, "Yes, this point is really puzzling. The infantry battalion will rush to Qilian Mountain to investigate again tomorrow. No matter which army they encounter, it looks very strange."

The two chatted a few more words, Feng Yan turned back to the cavalry camp, but he always felt as if someone was following him along the way, he looked back several times and found no suspicious person, so he walked further and further, and reached a place inaccessible. Just as he was about to make a sound, the wind from a drum of sharp weapon came towards him, Feng Yan immediately took a step back and sideways to avoid it, only to see the sharp weapon flashed white, and flew back along the original path after a few rounds, holding it in a pair of hands. In the hand with well-defined joints was actually a white jade fan, but the top of the jade bone shone with a cold light, soaked in murderous aura, it was inexplicably familiar.

"It's you," Feng Yan cried out in surprise, seeing Wang Qi dressed in black and dusty, he didn't have time to say a single word, "Follow me!" Seeing that expression was something urgent, it would definitely not make him lose his color. .Feng Yan's heart beat wildly, it was Murong Qi!

Without saying a word, Feng Yan got on his horse, followed Wang Qi, and the two rode wildly until the east turned pale, and arrived at a residential house at the foot of Qilian Mountain. Duan Liyi.When Duan Liyi saw Feng Yan for the first time, he was taken aback for a moment, Wang Qi couldn't care less, pushed Feng Yan into the shabby hut, and urged: "Go!"

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The prelude to "A Thousand Tribulations" can be used as the soundtrack