The Dragon's Families of Mountains and Rivers

With the Yun family's prestige so high that even emperors have to be afraid, what kind of existence is there for the son of King Yun who was born as the only remaining blood of the Yun family, why do we need to speak? !

Prince Yun's son left Beijing and lived in the Northwest Camp on the frontier for many years. These years seemed to be peaceful on the surface, but how many pairs of eyes in the government and the public, and even the people in Liming, looked at the little prince who was surrounded by thousands of nobles. Three-year-olds know it!

What an earth-shattering event for such a world-renowned heir of Prince Yun to return to Beijing and leave Beijing? !

The status of the little prince is enough to bear the sentence that one person is under ten thousand people, but it comes and goes without a sound, and there is not a single movement in Beijing from the beginning to the end!

How incredible is this? !

Wang Fuchen couldn't figure out why even he would forget such an important event to the back of his head. It has been more than half a year now. If he didn't happen to pass by the palace this morning, he still hasn't heard of it. Noticing that the mysterious Prince Yun had returned to the capital.

"Brother Qingyuan, tell me..." Qin Zhengyang looked at his friend with wrinkled face, and felt that the wrinkles on his face were a little restless.

Wang Fuchen glanced at his friend bitterly, and he knew what he wanted to say when he saw his hesitant appearance. Wang Fuchen waved his hand, "Brother Huaiying, don't ask me, I don't know either."

Qin Zhengyang opened his mouth, "...but..."

Wang Fuchen hurriedly raised his hand to interrupt his friend's words, "Don't worry... Although my brother has no children and no one to die, I still want to live a good life until a hundred years later, and die of old age peacefully. My brother doesn't want to have a short life."

Qin Zhengyang blinked, "..."

How did he know that what he said was meant to be short-lived?

Wang Fuchen twirled his beard and shook his head with a clear expression on his face.

When he was surprised just now, he might not be able to turn the corner for a while, but when he was blown by the cool morning wind, why didn't he understand?If there is anything in this world that can be suppressed and erased so silently and without a trace, who else has the ability except that one?

Although he didn't dare to presumptuously speculate why that person did such a thing, but there is a saying that goes well, when gods fight, mortals suffer, and the identities of those two are no different from gods, so he, a mortal, will not join in the fun.

Qin Zhengyang looked at his friend who looked like an old god, and was a little unwilling, "You said that His Majesty's move..."

"Brother Huaiying, do you know how to write when disaster comes from your mouth?" Before he could finish speaking, Wang Fuchen interrupted him lightly.

Qin Zhengyang, "..."

Does this person think he is illiterate?Or when he has read all these years of books for nothing?

...It's not that he doesn't know the deep meaning of this, nor does he know who is involved in it, but the audience can forget it, and now they are obviously chatting in private, what kind of pretense is this person pretending to be?

Facing his friend who was blowing his beard and staring, Wang Fuchen smiled like a god, "Brother Huaiying, there is nothing wrong with being cautious. Our Prime Minister Zhang is a living example."

Qin Zhengyang was on the verge of luck, when he heard his friend's words suddenly, he was stunned on the spot like a blow to his head.

"It's been so many years, what kind of temperament our Majesty is like, although I dare not say that I have a deep understanding, but I still have a half-knowledge. What a big event the son of King Yun returned to the capital, but so far there has been no movement in the capital. , not to mention that there is no word of mouth in the market, such a thing, the world is so big, and only one person can do it, Brother Huaiying, what is unknown about this matter?"

"You and I are both ministers. There are some things that you and I should not bother about. Naturally, we must learn to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Especially for the emperor's actions, we must not easily speculate. Otherwise, no matter how deep and firm the foundation is, it will be futile. Anger, how can you and I bear it?"

Mentioning that Prime Minister Zhang, Qin Zhengyang understood and knew that what he said was true, but upon hearing this, Qin Zhengyang shook his head, quite disapproving of his friend's wise and self-sufficient remarks, "Brother Qingyuan, we have gone through hardships for ten years and come to the Now, what is it for?" Both of them are poor students, they have read poetry and books for ten years, and they were named on the gold list, and they suffered so much when they first entered the court, and they were squeezed out. His ambitions, step by step to the present, are to serve the court and benefit the people, but now he is in a high position, but he is as wise as those powerful officials who were blinded by the desire for power to protect themselves, so what are those so-called bold words at the beginning?

"Serve the court and benefit the people." Wang Fuchen looked at him and said calmly.

"Brother Qingyuan, are your words worthy of these eight words now?"

Wang Fuchen raised his eyes and looked at the majestic Taihe Gate, his voice was distant and empty, "Brother Huaiying, what if we can't stand in the court?"

"...What?" Qin Zhengyang was taken aback, not knowing why he asked this question suddenly.

Wang Fuchen turned around and looked straight into his eyes, "If we can't stand in the court, how can we serve the court and benefit the people?" The words were faint and full of sighs.

Once you offend the king and are expelled from the court, everything will become empty talk.

Fuquan, who had received His Majesty's imperial decree, naturally did not dare to "follow the public and disobey the Yin", knelt on the ground and begged for a while, and finally stopped the little master who got up early in the morning and was about to go to Hanzhang Hall with a spear.

Yun Ghou has never been a master who criticizes his slaves harshly, and he has never been able to do things that would affect others, so he couldn't bear to see the whole room trembling because he insisted on going to Hanzhang Palace.

Since he was a child, that man has been one-sided. Since he ordered Fuquan to stop him from going, if he really went despite the obstruction, he would not be harsh on him, but the servants in the palace would be punished by the emperor because of him. Your Majesty's punishment.

Although it is already the cool autumn season, there is still a little bit of summer heat. After eating breakfast, the morning coolness dissipated, and the hall is a bit hot and stuffy. He is not feeling well today. Ice, I am tired, and I will not be able to lie down and sleep again. The osmanthus flowers in the garden of the back hall are blooming. Even if the doors and windows in the hall are closed, I can still smell the strong fragrance, so I arranged the tables and chairs in the back hall garden.

He had finished reading the book that the man brought back for him yesterday, so he simply went to the imperial study room in the front hall to pick up the book, only to digest it after breakfast.

After dismissing Fuquan who wanted to follow, it was rare that he was alone like this, and he walked slowly without being in a hurry.

The Tai Chi Hall is not the emperor's sleeping hall. After Xuan Zhan ascended the throne, due to internal and external troubles and complicated court affairs, the emperor was young at that time and the harem was useless, so he simply moved his sleeping hall to Tai Chi Hall, one of the first three halls. Still living here, later, because of his relatives, he bewitched the queen mother to try to interfere in the government, and established the iron law that the harem should not set foot in the previous dynasty.So far, this Taiji Hall has become a taboo of the "bronze wall and iron wall" within the palace wall. Except for the important ministers of the former court, it is difficult for others to set foot.

Yun Wei seldom set foot in the front hall, which was the emperor's study room. His depression was still in his heart, and his temperament was quiet, so he didn't want to move around in this palace. Apart from the sleeping hall, the only place he was willing to walk around was the Songpan. The Hanzhang Hall of the muscles and bones.

Even without the two gold-lettered faces of Quan An and Fu Quan around him, no one in the hall dared to stop him from asking who the young man born with these faces was and what his identity was, and he was able to come and go freely in this Tai Chi hall.

Walk unimpeded all the way to the front hall, this time is still in the early court, there is no one else in the imperial study room except the sweeper and the eunuch on duty, the hall is quiet and clean, the door of the hall is open, occasionally there are one or two very small sounds.

Yun Wei has practiced martial arts all year round, and his footsteps have always been light. When he stepped into the gate of the palace, he put his foot on a little heavier. At the gate of the palace, he was slightly stunned, and hurriedly bent down and bowed in salute, "Your maidservant, please see Master Yun, Master Yun, Wanfu Jin'an!"

His voice startled the eunuchs sweeping in the hall, and one after another greetings and salutes rang out in the hall.

This kind of situation has long been commonplace, but Yun Ghou still can't take it calmly, he doesn't know how that person concealed his existence like an iron bucket under the countless eyes in this huge Tai Chi hall, and he doesn't know, For these silent and cautious palace people, how unbearable is he.

Master Yun?

He has already tried not to delve into the meaning of such a title, nor to think hard about it.

After waving his hand to signal him to get up, Yun Ghou directly raised his feet and walked towards Yushu Pavilion.

Because this Yushu Pavilion is a place where the little master who seldom moves around is willing to move around, Quan An has long ago found suitable people to be on duty, and even the eunuchs who clean the palace are carefully selected by him. Seeing that the little master didn't even make a sound, the big eunuch on duty hurriedly ordered the little eunuch who was sweeping to be gentle, packed up the sweeping utensils, and quietly left the hall, and the big eunuch also quietly left the door to guard, so as not to Disturb this little master.

There was a silence in the bookstore. I searched for a few books. When I turned around to get out, I saw two pages of old books on the red sandalwood desk. The pages were yellowed and old, and the corners were broken. Some, he paused, he and that person were the only ones who could enter and exit the Imperial Book Pavilion except for the eunuch Sansao, but that person was the only one who could read the books in this pavilion, and he had read more than half of the books in this pavilion According to records, most of the books in the pavilion are newly transcribed new books, but no old books that are so old have been found.

Yun Wai was a little curious. When he walked to the case, he found that apart from the old book that had been opened, there were a few volumes under it. He picked it up and flipped through the cover of the book, and was shocked for a moment!

Art of War 24 articles? !

Why is this book here?

It is said that this book has been lost for hundreds of years. At that time, King Yun spent half his life looking for it.

Gaozu passed away first, and King Yun died later. Since then, no one has mentioned the 24 articles of the Art of War. This book should not have been found by Gaozu and hidden in the Yushu Pavilion. But after a hundred years, how could this book Will it appear in this Yushu Pavilion?