The Dragon's Families of Mountains and Rivers

Early in the morning, when the sky was still gray, Quan An ordered the little eunuch to carefully prepare everything for washing, and he went through it himself without worrying about it. Master got up.

It was quiet in the sleeping hall, it was dark outside, and there was only a candle in the hall for night watch.

Instructing the little eunuch to light up the palace lanterns outside the bedroom, Quan An drew up the windproof curtain at the door of the hall, and the faint sweet and warm aura that was still circulating in the hall rushed towards him, Quan An couldn't help but blushed, thinking to himself , Didn't the house be cleaned up last night?Why hasn't the breath dissipated yet?

Quan An walked quietly and slowly towards the large dragon couch that was tightly covered by tents, and at the same time thought about waiting for His Majesty to get up and face back, and hurry up to clean up carefully, otherwise the shy and awkward little master would get up and smell the palace. He was about to turn into anger from embarrassment, and ran to Hanzhang Hall to toss for a few hours.

Walking in front of the well-covered dragon couch, Quan An lowered his voice, and as soon as he called out in a low voice, a gap was gently opened under the tent of the black embroidered dragon, and his slender and powerful fingertips slightly tapped point.

The hall was dark, but Quan An knew at a glance whose hand it was, and also understood the meaning of this gesture.Immediately, they fell silent, and the palace servants sent His Majesty's grooming items to the small compartment of the bedroom one after another. Everything was orderly and silent, so as not to disturb the empress who was still awake on the dragon couch.

A moment later, the tightly-covered black dragon tent was lifted gently, and His Majesty the Emperor stood up slowly. Seeing this, Quan An hurriedly stepped forward, took the tent that was supported by His Majesty the Emperor, and the corners of his eyes moved quickly. Glancing at the dragon couch, the empress, who was lying sideways on the couch, was curled up slightly, sleeping peacefully, her jet-black hair was a little disheveled and scattered between the pillows and quilts. Looking at the sleeping posture, she knew that she was here last night. On the dragon couch, the two masters are sleeping in each other's arms...

The marks at the corners of Quan An's eyes couldn't help but get deeper.

It will be fine, everything will be fine, he has always firmly believed that these two masters, who have each lived a difficult life, will love each other well and stay together until they grow old.

Standing up and sitting in front of the couch, Xuan Zhan didn't rush to get up and leave. After Quan An reached out and took the tent he was holding on to, he turned around and carefully covered the person on the couch with the brocade quilt, and messed him up a bit. Smoothing his hair, he leaned over and kissed the side of his face, got up quietly, took the tent and covered it up carefully, and then signaled Quan An to change his clothes for him.

These days, Quan An has long been aware of the series of routines of the great master getting up in the morning. After the dragon bed and tents are covered, he quickly takes the court clothes that Fu Quan handed over, and changes clothes, ties hair, and crowns for His Majesty the Emperor. Yan Mian, after washing and grooming, His Majesty the Emperor did not open his mouth to break the silence until he left the door of the inner bedroom.

"Lao'er had a slight fever last night, don't disturb him, Xuan Sunjing is here to wait, please take the pulse and ask someone to come back and answer."

Xuan Zhan raised his hand to take the expedited playbook on the vermilion lacquer tray that was bowed by the little eunuch, looked at it at a glance, and gave instructions in a low voice.

When Fuquan heard this, he hurriedly responded in a low voice, "Yes, I will immediately send someone to invite Mr. Sun to come here."

The emperor and the empress are His Majesty's heart, and in this Taiji Palace, everything is given priority to the noble body of the little master. Naturally, Fuquan dared not have the slightest ambiguity.

"Prepare some light meals and wait. How many people come in to answer."

"Yes, slaves follow the order."

"It seems to be a little cold today. You should change your clothes, shoes and socks. After you get up, don't let him go to Hanzhang Hall." .

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival today, did you get all the things I ordered to be sent to the palace yesterday?"

"Return to Your Majesty, everything is ready."

Speaking of the palace, Xuan Zhan frowned slightly, "Yun Jiu is still in Yongzhou? Who is in charge of the palace?"

Quan An said, "Returning to Your Majesty, the affairs of Yongzhou and the people affected by the disaster have not been settled properly. Master Yun is ordered to deal with the disaster. I am afraid that he will not be able to get away at this moment. After Master Yun left Beijing, he handed over all the affairs of the government to Cloud Eleven will take care of it."

"Are there any mistakes?" His Majesty the Emperor naturally didn't care who was in charge, what he wanted was no mistakes.

The palace has not had a serious master for so many years, and all affairs are handled by the servant who was left alone by the princess on her deathbed. That man has not been in Beijing for many years, Yun Jiu is in charge of all affairs in the palace, and has almost become half of the master of the palace .

As an emperor, he couldn't meddle in the internal affairs of a palace.What's more, without that person around, he didn't have the leisure to ask about a small palace.

"Returning to Your Majesty, Yun Jiu single-handedly brought out Yun Shiyi, and there is nothing wrong with the house's internal affairs."

Speaking of the Yun family's slave, it's really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Counting from the cook marshal who came out of King Yun's tent in the previous generation, there have been five commanders-in-chief of the three armies. As for the generals who lead the army to fight, there are as many as seventeen, all of whom were born as slaves of the Yun family!

The Yun family built their family on warfare, and although each generation of King Yun was a genius who led the army in battle, their blood was weak, but as far as the generals of the Yun family were concerned, there was absolutely no one in the world who could rob him of his edge.

The emperor nodded, "It's fine if there are no mistakes."

Once again he told Fuquan to take good care of the person who hadn't woken up before the emperor stepped out of the Tai Chi Hall.

The autumn is crisp and the wind is not too slow in the morning. Wang Fuchen deliberately got up early, went out early, dressed in plain clothes, and went directly to drag his friend out, and asked the porter to carry an empty sedan chair with an official robe to go there early. Waiting in front of the palace gate.

"It's so early in the morning, what kind of feelings do you have, my brother Qingyuan?"

Qin Zhengyang was dragged away by Wang Fuchen with a dark face and unwillingness. He turned on the lamp last night to deal with official duties until midnight. He thought he could sleep for half an hour longer to avoid dozing off standing in the hall in the morning, but this person is good. Come and pull!

Hearing Brother Qingyuan gnashing his teeth, Wang Fuchen turned his head and looked innocently at his friend behind him, "Brother Huaiying, why do you ask like that?"

Hearing this knowingly asking, and seeing this man's pretentious posture, Qin Zhengyang could only feel a mouthful of old blood reaching his throat!Having known each other for decades, to this old fox's face, he really wants to give him the treasure of shameless three words!It's best to hang it directly in front of his house, so that everyone in the world can come and pay their respects to the demeanor of the right prime minister!

Seeing his friend's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, Wang Fuchen finally realized his conscience, put away his teeth-gnashing pretentiousness, let go of the hand that was holding the person's wrist, arched his hands and smiled, "It's mine, isn't it mine?" No, I will apologize to Brother Huaiying, we are busy with government affairs on weekdays, you and I have no time to be idle, today is autumn and the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I want to invite Brother Huaiying to walk around and exercise this old bone."

Qin Zhengyang stared at his friend with a dark face and Hu hammer, "Qing, Yuan, brother, do you know what time it is?"

"What's the explanation?" Wang Fuchen looked puzzled. Why did the preface not make sense? He was talking about exercising his muscles early in the morning, but why did his friend get confused about what time it is now?

Qin Zhengyang gritted his teeth, "Your Excellency, do you know that the affairs of the Ministry of War have piled up like a mountain recently, and the lower officials turn on the lights to deal with official duties until midnight?"

Hearing the titles of "right minister" and "lower official" from his friend, Wang Fuchen finally straightened his face, "Recently, the affairs of the Ministry of War are a bit heavy, and the position of left servant is vacant again. Brother Huaiying has worked hard."

Hearing such words, Qin Zhengyang snorted angrily, flicked his long sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward slowly, "Thank you, Mr. Right, for your 'consideration'!"

After staying up for half the night, I pointed out that I could sleep a little longer in the morning. When I fell asleep last night, I told my wife to wake him up two quarters of an hour later. I didn't expect to meet this old bastard so early in the morning!

Looking at Qin Zhengyang's swaying back, Wang Fuchen blinked.

Hey, if you say he's fat, he's still panting!

Before he could get angry, thinking of the many government affairs of the Ministry of War in recent days, Wang Fuchen took a breather in an instant, he got it, he has a big heart, and he doesn't care about this sour person.

After a few steps to catch up, "It's mine, Brother Huaiying calm down..."

The sky was getting brighter, and the quiet Chang'an Avenue gradually began to have people's voices. It was still some time before the morning, and the two of them were not in a hurry, and walked slowly along the long street to the Gate of Supreme Harmony.

"...After all these years of stability, I am sitting in the position of Minister of the Ministry of War, and I dare not slack off for a moment!"

Courtiers like them may not be able to guess the mind of His Majesty the current Emperor, but they are all too clear about his iron-blooded wrists!

In the past few years, the imperial court had constant internal and external troubles, so it was necessary to fight against the outside world first to settle down at home. After so many years of tossing, the internal troubles were cleared away, and the next step must be to fight against the outside world!

"That's right, the border has generally been considered peaceful these years, but I'm afraid our Majesty remembers the account of the past few years." Over the years, with the stability of the court, the riots on the border have gradually subsided, but every now and then, there are always some Jumping up and down restlessly.

A few years ago, His Majesty the Emperor who was jumping up and down couldn't spare his hands. Let them jump up, but now His Majesty the Emperor who is free can let those idiots who don't know the heights of the world be tossing around?

"Our Majesty must remember it." Qin Zhengyang turned his head and smiled at his friend, "Brother Qingyuan, don't forget, our Majesty has always been a rebellious one."

Hearing his friend's words, Wang Fuchen couldn't help twitching, "Brother Huaiying, be careful."

It's really not what courtiers like them should do to say that the emperor will retaliate if he barks his teeth.

"You know and I know." Qin Zhengyang glanced at him, and it was already clear what he would say next.

Wang Fuchen felt that his whole body was twitching, and when he turned his head, he was stunned to face the magnificent gate of the mansion.

"Why..." Qin Zhengyang was a little puzzled when he saw his reaction, followed his gaze, and when he saw the majestic Prince's Mansion, his voice disappeared instantly.

After staring for a moment, the two sighed in unison.

"As far as fate is concerned, I'm afraid there will be no Prince Yun like Prince Yun in the whole world?"

Qin Zhengyang shook his head, "What a pity!"

The Yun family has been loyal and loyal to the emperor for the country from generation to generation. This kind of family should have endless wealth and wealth, but they don't expect that now, in the huge Yun family, there is only the only blood left, the little son.

"Yeah, it's a pity about the legend of Dayin."

"That's right, speaking of it, this Prince Yun's son should be seventeen this year, right?"

Wang Fuchen nodded, "He was born in the year of [-], and he should be seventeen this year."

Qin Zhengyang raised his head and looked at the high hanging plaque written by Taizu himself, "It's been so many years, and I don't know what happened to Prince Yun's son at the border?"

"yes……"

"Let's go, it's getting late, don't be too late, today's Mid-Autumn Festival, and His Majesty will hold a banquet in the Hall of Preservation later... Qin Zhengyang saw that it was getting late, so he dragged Wang Fuchen away.

As a result, just two steps away, Wang Fuchen stopped suddenly, Qin Zhengyang was a little strange, "Hurry up, hurry up, it's really going to be late...Brother Qingyuan?"

Wang Fuchen looked at his friend in astonishment, "Huaiying, have we forgotten something very important?"

"what?"

"At the beginning of the year, Prince Yun's son was ordered to return to Beijing!"

Qin Zhengyang was shocked, "...then... what about others?"

I am back……