It's not good to be a courtier

"Feng Yan, what are you doing? It's not up to you to make decisions in the northern region," Gu Kunyu said in a choked voice, "Major General Feng Zhang is the one we recognize as the master of the northern region. All decisions should be made after the major general returns. !” After speaking, protecting Murong Qi, he was about to leave.

Yao Ying, who had been kneeling beside Feng Yan crying bitterly, jumped up, pulled out her long sword suddenly, and roared: "Who dares to take away the murderer identified by the general, first ask me about the three-foot Qingfeng sword."

The right guard battalion surrounded Murong Qi and Gu Kunyu in the middle, Changge turned backwards, and for the first time aimed at the Northern Bow and Arrow Battalion, who were also brothers.Liu Rong grabbed Feng Yan anxiously, and said anxiously: "The Northern Territory has just lost its lord, and civil strife will follow soon?"

Feng Yan clenched his fists tightly, and slowly regained the rationality that had been burnt by the anger. His face sank like water, and he said coldly: "Please return the Eighteenth Highness to the camp, and please cooperate with the Highness."

Murong Qi withdrew his gaze from looking at him all the time, without showing any emotion on his face, turned around and walked towards the North Guard Camp.Gu Kunyu planned to resist to the end, but when he saw Murong Qi turn around and leave, he felt a little bit of resentment, even though Feng Yong had identified Murong Qi before his death, without definite evidence, Murong Qi was still the prince above the military power.

Opening Murong Qi's camp tent, Gu Kunyu walked in angrily, and said to Murong Qi who was sitting silently in front of a few desks: "Your Highness, we need to find a way out early, Feng Zhang is not in the Beiwei Camp, although Feng Yan He has never been favored, but now there is only one orthodox descendant of the Feng family in the entire Northern Guard camp, and his influence in the army is not small."

Standing behind Gu Kunyu, Long Yun kept observing Murong Qi's expression carefully. Although Gu Kunyu spoke urgently, Murong Qi didn't seem to listen. He slowly rubbed the edge of the jade cup with his fingers, his eyes hanging down, he didn't know what he was thinking.This 14-year-old boy's rationality in the conflict just now far exceeded his expectations. Whether he is weak and bullying and doesn't care, or is so scheming that he can bear it, Long Yun has been uncertain in his heart.

After a while, Murong Qi raised his head, looked at Long Yun and said indifferently: "General Long can see clearly, was it indeed Bengong that General Feng was referring to? Bengong remembers that you were standing behind Bengong at that time."

Long Yun's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately knelt down and said, "What's the meaning of this, Your Highness? The last general has been following His Highness and never left for half a step. Besides, the last general is a subordinate of Xiling, and he has never had any grievances with Beiweiying, let alone know each other. General Feng, how could it be?"

Murong Qi remained silent, and then paused for a while, "The Long family has always served King Xiling for generations, is this generation of King Xiling kind?"

A trace of panic flashed in Long Yun's downcast eyes, and he quickly returned to normal, bowing and saying, "Long Yun came from a collateral lineage of the Long family, and was never used in Xiling. Fortunately, Gu's blue eyes were brought back to his side, and he was dispatched to His Highness's side. "

Murong Qi put down the jade cup, his eyes were calm, and he slowly clasped his hands together, "Go down," he said coldly after a moment of silence, "Get ready to leave the camp!"

Gu Kunyu's eyes flashed brightly, with surprise on his face, he cupped his hands and said, "Yes!" Go down with Long Yun to make arrangements.Gu Kunyu and Long Yun left, Fu'er lifted the curtain and came in, put the plain clothes that had been rushed out a few times in front of her, and after thinking about it, she said: "Your Highness is leading the funeral for General Feng, so you don't need to wear this plain clothes, only the children Only then..."

Murong Qi stood up, stretched out his hand to touch the white plain clothes, thought of something, a slight pain appeared on his face, "His father passed away, I should take off the clothes."

Fu'er unbuttoned the buttons for him, unbuttoned his outer shirt, and said: "The general's behavior today was a little too aggressive. He misunderstood His Highness too deeply, and he suffered from the loss of his father. His Highness has been wronged."

Murong prayed for a moment of silence, a smoldering gleam flashed in his eyes, and then he became soft again, "I didn't take it to heart, but only if anyone who uses me can't be let go, the spirit of the general can be soothed."

General Zhen Guo was killed in the northern border, and the northern border reported the news to the four regions at an accelerated speed of [-] miles, and those who reported the death within seven days could enter Beijing.Ye Weiting carefully scrubbed Feng Yong's body, and covered his broken body with brand new clothes. After everything was tidied up, he slowly stood up, silent for a while, then turned around and said, "I can do it." That's all, and the affairs of the northern border have to be entrusted to the Major General."

"Uncle Ye, you too...sadly." Feng Yan said with a trembling voice, holding Feng Yong's last relic tightly in his hand, and fell into a huge contradiction in his heart.He knew that his father never gave up on him, but the thing in his hand was extremely hot. He never thought that one day his father would give this to him.

Ye Weiting slowly put his hand on Feng Yan's shoulder, and said calmly: "I know your father very well. Since he gave it to you in the end, it is yours."

"But, I have no intention of going north, I just want to find the real culprit," Feng Yan clenched his fists tightly, "I..."

Ye Weiting didn't listen to him anymore, and said loudly: "Let the four generals come in."

With an order, four generals over half a century old came in with solemn faces outside the big tent. When they saw Feng Yong's body, they immediately knelt down, all of them crying. Ye Weiting stood by the bed, his eyes were bottomless. After several people had cried enough, he said: "The man in front of you is the Lord of the Northern Territory chosen by the General. You have followed him for decades, and you should be able to understand what he means." After speaking, he looked at Feng Yan and said: "Show them the token."

Facing the four generals who have dominated the battlefield for decades, Feng Yan slowly unfolded the tourmaline jade coat of arms that was already warming his palms. This is the token of the Lord of the Northern Territory and the highest symbol of power in the Northern Territory.The four generals were only stunned for a moment, then bowed their heads in front of the coat of arms to worship the new Lord of the Northern Territory.Ye Weiting arranged the funeral in an orderly manner, and the four generals divided up the work. Although the northern border was shrouded in great grief, there was no chaos.

When there were only two of them left in the tent, Feng Yan said solemnly: "Father has always favored elder brother, Uncle Ye, I can't take this responsibility." Feng Yan knelt down, held the coat of arms to Ye Weiting, and said earnestly: "I Knowing that you are the former King of Xiling, and I also know that you and your father have a deep affection, I ask Uncle Ye to take on this important task until the elder brother returns."

Ye Weiting said earnestly: "You know, even your elder brother doesn't know my real identity. Now that you know, I can be more sure that you didn't murder your father, and you are also your father's chosen heir. I can't bear this responsibility. Your elder brother can't take it either."

"But I..." Feng Yan was still holding the coat of arms firmly, "I am not interested in the sixth prince. Although I don't want to get involved in the dispute between princes, I can't help myself. I can't let the northern border fall into a huge crisis because of my selfishness. crisis."

Ye Weiting fell into silence, with a solemn expression on his face, and sighed: "What you prefer...your father's eyes are really poisonous, he understands and pays more attention to you than you think. If this is your choice, then you are also yours." Father's last choice."

Ye Weiting was silent. Feng Yong, who had been upright all his life, would finally make an exception for his son. He reached out and took out a square jade stone buckled on his belt, looked at it for a moment, and put it into Feng Yan's hand holding the coat of arms. "I have nothing to give you, you keep this, maybe you can use it."

"Uncle Ye," Feng Yan couldn't help calling out, and Ye Weiting waved his hand, "Don't worry, I can't die now, and I won't ask for death." After speaking, he sat back on the side of the couch, quietly looked at Feng Yong, He waved his hand and said, "Go out first, I'll talk to him later."

In the Hall of Taiji, Emperor Renhe, who was born in Huafa early, sat on the supreme throne, pressed his old and haggard hand on the hollowed out place on the back of the chair, and asked plainly: "Feng Yong, are you dead?"

The inner eunuch who had served him for 30 years stood at the bottom of the steps. Hearing his question, he bowed slowly and said, "The mourner is on his way. I heard that he was ambushed by Gu Chuan and died of serious injuries."

Emperor Renhe raised the corners of his lips and sighed: "This old man finally went to see him too. Is that kid succeeding?"

The eunuch said indifferently: "I heard that General Feng Yan succeeded the position of General."

"Oh?" Emperor Renhe rolled his eyes, a little surprised, but he didn't say anything after all.He stood up slowly, looked out of the hall with his hands behind his back, and said a little lonely: "Now, only I keep that secret..." After speaking, he looked out of the hall with his eyes far away. When the spring is cold in the north, the sunshine in the south Already alluring.

The general's tent was brightly lit, and a pitch-black coffin was placed horizontally in the middle. Feng Yan knelt in front of the coffin with disheveled hair, and his plain clothes were particularly conspicuous. He quietly threw the paper money into the fire.The curtain was lifted from the outside, and steady footsteps slowly approached. Feng Yan slowly squatted down beside him. It was Murong Qi. He took some paper money and slowly threw it into the brazier, saying quietly: " I know what you didn't say, and I will prove it to you."

Feng Yan threw down the paper money in his hand, grabbed Murong Qi's lapel, and said coldly: "I don't need any proof from you. My father has already identified you before he died. Although I can't kill enemies with my own hands, the northern border I can't tolerate you either. Once my father's funeral is over, get out of the northern border immediately, and the sky will be high and the earth will be wide, and the two will have nothing to do with each other!"

Murong Qi's amber eyes were stained with sorrow for the first time, just for a moment, he lowered his eyes, Feng Yan let go of him, knelt back before the coffin, Murong Qi also squatted slowly, holding the remaining paper money in his hand In the middle of the day, one by one was thrown into the brazier, and the firelight reflected the coldness on his handsome face.The two sat silently facing each other for a long time, Murong Qi took out a booklet from his sleeve and put it in his hand, then slowly stood up, paused, turned around and left the tent.

Feng Yan squeezed his palms tightly, wanting to say something more, but finally resisted calling him.In less than a moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent, Yao Ying said anxiously outside the tent: "I have something to ask to see the young general, get out of the way quickly."

Feng Yan stood up and walked out quickly. As soon as Yao Ying saw him, she yelled, "His Eighteenth Highness led people out of the Beiwei Camp. Please, the Major General, don't let go of the murderer who killed the Great General."

Feng Yan looked at Nandi from a distance, and his heart sank suddenly. He clasped the sword on his waist with his right hand and got on someone's horse. He galloped out of the camp all the way without taking anyone with him.He knew Murong Qi too well, he made a plan before moving, Murong Qi must have made a plan, otherwise he would never have rushed out of the camp.

After only a few miles, Feng Yan caught up with Murong Qi's team. He swung the sword in front of him, looked through the layers of human walls, and saw Murong Qi standing at the end.Murong Qi looked at him from afar, without a trace of ripples in his calm eyes, with just one glance, he lowered his eyes and retreated even further.Feng Yan wanted to move forward, but Long Yun jumped off the horse and slashed at him with a knife with a force of ten thousand catties. Feng Yan suddenly raised his hand and held it, his face was cold and hard.

"Get out of the way!" Feng Yan said coldly, swiping Long Yun's long knife away with a sword, and rushed through the wall of people blocking Murong Qi.Then this layer upon layer of human walls seemed to be difficult for him to cross.

Long Yun shouted hoarsely behind him: "There are assassins, I swear to protect Your Highness to the death!" The crowd is getting denser and denser, these are his brothers from the northern border, the sword he holds firmly cannot be stained with their blood no matter what. Let them lose their lives in the struggle for supreme power.

There was a sound of horseshoes behind him, and what Liu Rong dismounted from his horse saw was this thrilling scene. He stepped forward and grabbed Feng Yan and said anxiously: "If you still have reason, stop immediately! Without any evidence, only Based on Yao Ying's one-sided remarks, you held a sword to block the Highness's way out, are you dying? Your father's bones are still alive, and there is no news of your eldest brother."

Feng Yanhan said in a deep voice, "Stop him, I have to stop him! Before my father died, he pointed at him from a distance, and he didn't argue. He left in a hurry without waiting for his father to be buried. I must ask clearly."

"Even if you ask clearly, it doesn't matter if it's him or not, the general will not come back. Now you are the master of the northern border, and you should command the whole territory. Beihu, Xianbei, and Guchuan are your first considerations." " Liu Rong persuaded bitterly, "The general is still waiting for you to be buried."

Feng Yan clenched his hands into fists, his movements froze.Not far behind, Long Yun's eyes flickered, Lord of the Northern Territory, why?The black-brown knife in his hand swung out involuntarily, Feng Yan's eyes froze suddenly, he pushed away the unsuspecting Liu Rong, and went up to the bar with his sword.

Feng Yan faced Long Yun with frowning eyebrows, he was still the same as in the previous life, even though his face was expressionless, his eyes and brows were full of amorous feelings.Feng Yan held the sword in his right hand, and the sword was shining with cold light. Long Yun's raised eyebrows and eyes had a contemptuous smile, and his tall and straight nose was blooming with red lips like petals.

Feng Yan threw away Long Yun's plain-looking long knife with a sword. Long Yun's brows were raised slightly, and he slashed again with the knife horizontally. The move was full of flaws. Few opponents, this is obviously not Long Yun's full strength.

Liu Rong said anxiously: "There's no need to entangle him, the business is important." As he was about to step forward, Feng Yan stretched out his hand to stop him, his eyes bright and bright like the moon were full of tranquility.

The smile in Long Yun's eyes was even bigger, and he said loudly: "General Feng really deserves his reputation." During the words, the whole body's momentum changed, and his determination burst forth, unstoppable.The long knife seemed to be alive in his hands, and its aura flowed.

At first Liu Yu thought that Long Yun was probably just an embroidered pillow, and that a man with such a good face would inevitably make people feel contemptuous.However, when the inconspicuous long knife exuded majestic vigor in his hands, he couldn't help but took a step back.

Feng Yan seemed to have known his strength for a long time, with a calm expression on his brows, he greeted him with his sword, sideways to avoid the long knife that flew towards him, the sword brilliance fluttered, and he seemed to be avoiding the important thing.

Liu Rong frowned and looked at the two people who were fighting in the arena, thinking that Long Yun was indeed superior to Feng Yan in terms of strength.The sword fights against the knife. Although the sword is dexterous, it is just a skill to use it. If you confront the knife head-on, you will definitely lose the wind.Long Yun moved fiercely but did not use all his strength, he was just looking for an opportunity to confront Feng Yan head-on.

Feng Yan's eyes were cold, and there was no wave in his eyes.He met Long Yun and struck him head-on, the blade of the sword trembled violently and let out bursts of mournful cries.Long Yun's face was cold and solemn, and his dark eyes locked tightly on Feng Yan under his long eyebrows. Before Feng Yan had time to retreat, he swung the knife and struck again. Feng Yan took another blow forcefully, and his whole body was crushed by the blade. I had to take two steps back, stepping back with one foot and barely stabilizing my figure.Long Yun's long eyelashes flickered, and at this moment, the plain long knife faded from its dullness, revealing a ray of dark light from the chaos, the blade trembled, as if it was the first knife to cut through the chaos, with an unstoppable force to destroy everything.

Liu Rong didn't know well, so he didn't care about other people who raised their swords and were knocked aside by the people who rushed over in the chaos.The field was full of dust, and after a while the dust settled down. Long Yun's long sword was an inch above Feng Yan's neck, and Feng Yan's Qingfeng was already lying on Long Yun's waist, one blow could kill him. Long Yun's face was livid, and his lips were pursed. Not a word.

Feng Yan didn't even look at Long Yun. Huo Ran raised his sword, turned around and mounted his horse, and took out the order of the highest military order in the northern border, the General Zhen Guo, from his arms, and said loudly: "Liu Xuan and Yao Ying listen to the order and order you to take the right guard camp to escort Your Highness." Crossing the border, those who block it will be killed on the spot!"

Yao Ying said anxiously: "Major General, you saw the general identify the murderer with your own eyes, how could you let the murderer go so easily, all members of our northern border are willing to bear this crime, and only hope that the murderer who murdered the general will be brought to justice."

"General, general..." The soldiers who came from all over the world got off their horses one after another, bowed their heads and bowed their heads, "General, please think twice."

"Then General Yao wants me to lead a joint venture with the Northern Guards, bring these brothers with families and families, commit rebellion, treason the country and cooperate with the enemy, and be tolerated by Dayan?" The icy and snowy north wind howled in everyone's hearts, and made the audience instantly silent, "I, Feng Yan, swear by the spirit of a great general, that one day the real culprit will be found out, and there will be no end to death."

Feng Yan sat on the horse with a serious face, unknowingly exuding the aura of the Lord of the Northern Territory. When Liu Rong heard him give the order, he couldn't help but knelt down to salute.He, the future master of the Eastern Realm, actually knelt down to this kid in front of him, what a miscalculation.

"The last general takes orders!" Yao Ying glanced at Murong Qi bitterly, and finally bowed her head to accept the order.

Feng Yan picked up the reins and turned the horse's head. On the vast grasslands of the northern border, under the ancient towers of the northern guard camp and the blue sky without a trace, he said solemnly to the sixteen generals of the three armies: "During the funeral, the northern border Complete blockade, closing nine gates and eighteen towns. Martial law will be enforced in the northern territory from now on. Give the generals the right to do whatever they want, and spread it to the whole territory." With both legs on the horse, he rode away.

Liu Rong got on his horse, touched it, and found that Feng Yan had only been in office for a few hours, but the majesty of the general was natural, and the job was assigned smoothly.He was also afraid that Feng Yan would be confused in the face of the pain of losing his father, and that he and Murong Qi were really desperate. If he really did this, their Feng family would be completely ruined. Very curious.

In Yungui Town, in an inconspicuous courtyard, the young man with the red mole in the corner of his eye leaned on the couch, and said with a smile, "You said, Feng Yan succeeded the position of General of Zhen Guo?"

The man in black kneeling in front of the couch didn't dare to respond for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Hehe, the old man doesn't care about you, what a waste of emotion." The young man looked at his smooth nails, and said to the back of the curtain, "It's a pity that I made this good move. The northern border is not chaotic, but there is no It's a good show." Then he turned his head and said with a faint smile: "Did Feng Yan kill his father and enemy?"

The man in black hesitated even more, not knowing how to respond.

"Why, the movement is so slow, are you just imprisoned?" The young man smiled and said in a good mood.

The man in black said: "General Feng sent someone to escort His Highness the Eighteenth Highness out of the northern border. Now that he has reached the extreme south of the northern border, I am afraid that he will leave the northern border today."

"Wow!" A cup of hot tea splashed on the face of the man in black. The man was startled, and immediately lowered his face, letting the hot tea drop, not daring to raise his hand to wipe it.

"What's going on?" The young man turned hideous with a smile on his face a moment ago, and asked in a cold voice, "Is there no chaos in the army?"

The man in black hurriedly said: "The transition to totalitarianism in the northern border is very peaceful, and the four generals have already recognized General Feng."

The young man smiled coldly, turned his head and said to the inside of the curtain: "You only have this little influence in the army, do you have any influence on the four generals?"

The bead curtain rang softly, and a young man in a blue shirt stood by the door, crossed his chest and said calmly: "The former Xiling King Ye Weiting is in the northern border, and the four generals can pass him no matter how old they are, so don't be impatient. "

"The former military god, former Xiling King Ye Weiting, you have such a number one hidden in the northern border?" The eyes of the young man on the couch rolled, "General Feng is not easy."

"He's not simple, and I'm not...not so simple," the young man in the blue shirt walked slowly to the side of the couch, gently stroking the young man's hair on the couch with one hand, "Murong Du, the northern border is already in your pocket." The world is close at hand." Feng Zhang slowly embraced Murong Dan's slender waist, his eyes showed some disdain, but his voice was more gentle.

"The Lord of the Northern Territory in my heart is only you," Murong Yu whispered in Feng Zhang's ear softly, "The world belongs to me, and I belong to you."