The first favorite of rebirth

The night was like thick ink, Pei Jiqing followed the man for a long time before standing still in front of a mansion.Deep in the mansion was full of lights. The man took off the hat on his cloak, revealing a face that had experienced many vicissitudes. He took Pei Jiqing and walked quietly for a while, and finally stopped in front of a low house.

Then, the old prince who was delirious in the past was pulling open the heavy wooden door of the low room, and then motioned for Pei Jiqing to come in. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were extremely sincere, and his eyes were slightly moist.

The moonlight was shining outside the door, Pei Jiqing looked at the old prince's almost white temples, and suddenly had infinite doubts in his heart. Earlier in the mansion of the virtuous prince, the old prince took out a tiger amulet to ask him to leave the house, Pei Jiqing only hesitated for a moment, The old prince wanted to kneel immediately, just to beg him to go with him.

Although Pei Jiqing knew Fu Congsi's real face, from the beginning to the end, the old prince never showed up in person. Pei Jiqing hesitated for a moment, but still boldly chose to believe it.

Still not saying a word, the old prince turned around and took out a flint from the small cabinet to polish the candle, put the tiger amulet on the table, then walked to the corner, and took out a picture scroll from the blue and white porcelain vase.

The room was too dark, and the candlelight was heavy and depressing. Pei Jiqing fixed his eyes on the tiger talisman. It was a bronze tiger-shaped token. Because of its age, the color had darkened slightly, but the workmanship of this thing It is exquisite and well-kept, and even under dim light, you can see some deep blue light.

Pei Jiqing suddenly thought that when they asked Wang Yue to deliver fake news, Wang Yue said that Fu Congjin was too cautious, so he didn't give him the tiger talisman.

Could it be that this is the Tiger Talisman that should have been in Wang Yue's hands?But Fu Congjin had nothing to do with the old prince, so how could he hand over this thing to him.

"My lord..." Pei Jiqing couldn't help asking, "Is this a Tiger Talisman?"

"Yes." The old prince turned around and finally spoke. His voice was steady and deep but extremely low, his eyes were clear, "This is a tiger talisman. The virtuous king has the other half in his hand. When two tiger talismans match, they can mobilize soldiers from all over the world." horse."

"What is the meaning of the prince?" Pei Jiqing still didn't quite understand, and carefully picked up the tiger amulet, "I remember that every time I see the prince, you..."

The old prince put the scroll on the table, and then stretched out his hand to unfold it. The airflow hit, and the thin candle flame faintly began to shake.The old man's beard and hair are nearly white, and the wrinkles are carved on his face like a knife and an axe.

The picture scroll is a picture of cold plum blossoms. Although the foundation is a little immature, it can be regarded as a top-grade ingenuity. There is also a small poem on the top, signed "Mingrui".

Thinking makes you wise, and wise makes you holy. Pei Jiqing vaguely felt that this was Fu Congsi's word.

The old prince was the only one who used to go to see the Supreme Emperor. Pei Jiqing not only suspected that he was pretending to be crazy, but even suspected that he was the killer... But now sitting with this old man, I only feel a kind of heroic old age Helpless.

"Lord Pei, I am indeed not out of my mind..." The old prince was silent for a long time before he stared at the candle and said, "A long time ago, I also galloped on the battlefield, and I brought soldiers and horses no less than Xia Chengxi... ...Later the crown prince and King Ning raised troops, and the emperor told me that the little prince was still alive, and he entrusted me with the half tiger talisman that symbolizes the imperial court. Heaven has eyes, let you bring him up personally, I blame myself for many years, I feel relieved..."

"The old prince is a hero, I can't compare with you." Pei Jiqing stared at the scroll, not knowing, so he said: "You must be clear about what the little prince is going to do. I really don't know, you want to fight with me." What are we talking about?"

"This is the small study room of King Shou's mansion. Congsi used to study here when he was young. When he was seven years old, he was able to recite poems and write poems. I don't know if you are here. One day, the imperial palace entertained the envoys of the Liao Kingdom. That bearded man was so arrogant, he came up with a couplet to provoke him, he was Congsi, he was only eight years old at that time..." The old prince babbled on, only talking about unimportant old things, Pei Jiqing was even more puzzled , I can’t wait to use a knife to force him to say the key point, "Congsi is a smart boy. I have taught him the art of war and tactics, and I want him to serve in the battlefield like me...Although I am old and no longer lead troops, the late emperor never Take back the tiger talisman, later King Huai raised his troops, the first emperor said that he had a person whom he would never forgive all his life, that child lived in the palace with his mother, hoped that I could protect him..."

The old prince turned around and knelt down suddenly, "Lord Pei, I, Fu Jingyi, have served the country all my life, and I don't want to end up being a traitor to the country after being buried!"

Before the old prince finished speaking, his eyes were filled with tears.

Pei Jiqing was extremely surprised, but understood the old prince's words in an instant, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the old prince up, and said in a low voice: "The meaning of the prince is that he does not want to see the young prince use the Liao soldiers to kill the virtuous king."

The old prince also stood up, sat slowly at the table, stared at the painting, then picked up the teapot on the table, frowned and poured tea on the painting.

"My lord, you..."

The tea quickly smeared on the paper, Pei Jiqing reached out to brush it, but it was useless. In a blink of an eye, Ling Shuang Aoxue's plum blossoms were completely wet by the tea. He reached out his hand to touch the drawing paper, and his fingertips were actually greasy. Slippery, it's actually a layer of oil.

The oil slowly seeped into the painting, and some gullies appeared behind the plum blossoms, like a map, Lao Wang rolled up the painting again, "This is a map, the markings on it can be understood by Mr. Lang, and the map will fade after the oil dries It disappears again, just spray it on again. Cong Si still doesn’t trust the Liao people, temporarily changed the ambush location, and arranged a few red cannons here, now take the map and go out of the city, we must stop him!”

Although the outer suburbs of the capital are sparsely populated, if you set up cannons here, it will inevitably bring disaster to the city. Pei Jiqing quickly rolled up the scroll and hid it in the lapel of his clothes. He was about to push the door to go out, and walked back half a step.

"The old man has handed over the tiger talisman, so how could he lie to you?" The old prince said urgently, "Go quickly."

Both the Supreme Emperor and Fu Yunhui had taken the medicine for a long time. From this point of view, Fu Congsi had already been ambitious. The old prince pretended to be insane and handed over the military power without asking about political affairs. Perhaps the persuasion was ineffective and could only be stopped in this way.

Now that he is leaving with the map, Fu Congsi will surely find out that even though the old prince is his own father, there are many dangers.

Pei Jiqing put the picture scroll into the blue and white porcelain vase, "I wrote down the map, the things are still here, you have to be careful."

The old prince sent him out, and stood in the empty courtyard for a long time for no reason, then turned to look at the small study room, he seemed to see Fu Congsi running out of it, holding the painting in his small hand, and yelled "Father King" crisply .

The streets were full of guards patrolling, maybe someone from Fu Congsi would be placed among them, Pei Jiqing didn't dare to ride a horse, and walked through the city cautiously, when he saw the Xuanwu Gate in the inner city, his shirt was already wet with cold sweat.

He has promised Fu Congjin to let him go. If Jueyun wants to be the emperor, he will come to the guard of the imperial army and let Fu Congjin go out. After Xuanwu Gate is Guang'anmen, which is the closest way out of the city from the guard. If Jueyun is released Fu Congjin will definitely go here.

The cold wind was blowing, and the city gate was close at hand. Pei Jiqing felt lighter. The imperial guards who guarded the city knew him, so they quickly knelt down and saluted.

"You don't need to be too polite." Pei Jiqing said anxiously, "Lend me a horse."

The warrior drew out his horse, and two more people followed behind him. Pei Jiqing waved his hand, and stepped onto the horse's back with one step, his feet clamped suddenly.

The two imperial guards just now looked at each other, pulled a war horse, and followed closely behind that figure.

The white-feathered arrow flew by with the sound of the wind, and was firmly nailed to the horse's leg. The horse neighed, and Pei Jiqing rolled on the ground with both men and horses. There was still snow on the ground, so he did not break his limbs. In desperation, he still hide the scroll

He was thrown with stars in his eyes, and before he could regain his clarity, the Imperial Army's long sword was unsheathed, and it was already in front of his eyes, and then a ball of rotten cloth was stuffed into him, and he felt a nausea in his throat, but he couldn't vomit it out.

The two imperial guards approached, raised their swords and tore through his chest. The layers of clothes were ripped apart maliciously. The soldier didn't stop until there were bloodstains on his snow-white chest.

Pei Jiqing couldn't open his mouth to breathe, so he took two steps back with his hands on his hands, his eyes were wide open, and the bloodstains on his chest were intertwined, like the bright red winter plums. He took a step back, holding the dagger in his sleeve tightly with his right hand.

One person wondered: "There is no tape on him, let's take it off without authorization, I wonder if the little prince will be angry?"

The soldier who did the fighting was also a little surprised. He was ordered to hide in the imperial army. He wanted to claim credit when he did it, but he didn't expect that Pei Jiqing didn't bring anything.At this moment, there was no one around, and it was extremely quiet, the soldier threw his sword on the ground, and suddenly it fell.

The other soldier quickly understood and took off the armor, "I heard that Mr. Rong is very interested in recruiting the king, and those who are related to you are all relatives of the emperor. Anyway, I dare not let you go back today. Why don't I have fun?" happy."

After finishing speaking, he pulled out the rag from Pei Jiqing's mouth, raised his hand and slapped it across the face, the face in front of him was as red as if it had been covered with rouge, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Pei Jiqing smiled silently, and raised her hand to wipe away the blood. Since she said that the King of Recruitment is waiting for you, there is no reason to be insulted by this kind of person.

The man was overwhelmed by the blood of this laughter, threw the heavy armor aside, and stretched out his hand to grab Pei Jiqing's waist. Pei Jiqing looked at the armor regretfully, and the cuff dagger was unsheathed, but after a while, the man's chest was overflowing. Blood, the huge body slanted down.

The other person didn't expect him to kill people, so he was stunned for a moment before pulling out his sword. Pei Jiqing was still smiling, his bloodshot face was as charming as a mountain monster, and then he suddenly pulled out his dagger and stood up, dripping black on the red blade. Blood fell into the snow, blooming like wintersweet.

The soldier was a little surprised, as if seeing a ghost, he took half a step back.

The white horse neighed, and a flash of sword light flashed by, before he could draw his sword, he was already nailed to a tree in the distance by the long sword, his heart was pierced by tight seams, and he took two breaths before spewing out blood.

Pei Jiqing raised his head, Jue Yun was coming with a sword in his hand, his face was sullen and prey, and then he pulled out the Son of Heaven Sword and threw it to the snow, the dagger was snatched, a long and narrow wound appeared, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the dead body finally fell down.

"Jueyun, old prince..."

Before Pei Jiqing finished speaking, Jue Yun had already walked over, firmly grasping his hands, followed by a deep and possessive kiss.

Pei Jiqing and Jue Yun looked at each other, with joy and helplessness intertwined in their eyes, this expression angered Jue Yun even more, the anger was even worse than when Pei Jiqing left without saying goodbye before, since he cared about himself, why didn't he say anything? a.Jue Yun even wanted to pinch his neck and tell him that if he didn't get the throne, he would fall short, but if he left him, he would feel even more uncomfortable. So what if he lost his children and grandchildren, as long as the surname Fu is good for all generations, they obviously have to do their best even to survive , why care about the reputation after death.

"Uncle Pei." Jue Yun let go slowly, "You should live for yourself."

Jue Yun's voice continued, "Fu Congjin has already told me that in your two lives, you only like me alone."

Pei Jiqing was stunned suddenly, this sentence came from his own mouth, but he was a little ashamed to be repeated, he looked into Jue Yun's eyes, no matter who Jue Yun was, these eyes were still clear and bright, vaguely like the child when he first met.

The selfless and selfish emotions in his heart used to be as hard as cold iron, but after all the steel refining turned into soft fingers, Pei Jiqing raised her head and kissed Jue Yun fiercely without thinking.

This kiss lasted for a long time, and the lips and teeth of both sides cuddled together.

"He's right." Pei Jiqing smiled with his head down, his brows and eyes curved, the murderous aura just now dissipated suddenly, leaving only very gentleness.

Jue Yun was stunned, stretched out his hand to take off the fur cloak, wrapped Pei Jiqing in his arms and hugged him onto the white horse, the waning moon hung obliquely, and a row of spring flowers bloomed on the snowy ground.

Jue Yun didn't care about other people's eyes, and directly stuffed Pei Jiqing into the main account of the army. The map was spread out on the table, and Pei Jiqing was afraid that he would forget, so he picked up a pen and began to circle it.

Jue Yun took off his armor and turned his head to look for healing ointment. Pei Jiqing had just finished drawing the last spot with his right hand, and his left hand had already torn off the tattered middle coat. Then he looked back and smiled, covering Jue Yun's belt with his fingers.

He still had scars on his face, but with a charming smile, he picked up the ointment that Jueyun had just handed over to him, Jueyun stood there, blood all over his body erupted like a volcano, and the iron armor fell to the ground, making a clang.

Jue Yun's lips came over again, and bit his earlobe loosely, followed by the bright red lips that were swollen from the bite just now, the stimulation went from top to bottom, Pei Jiqing suddenly regretted what he had just done.

But it was too late, Jue Yun stretched out his hand to tear off his underwear, his fingers faintly penetrated into the ointment, the heat wave came in layers like a tide, Pei Jiqing clasped the corner of the table tightly, tears fell from his eyes, his snow-white waist was as thin as a shrimp She bowed quickly like that, sweat covered her body, her brows and eyes were teary, but the corners of her mouth were still smiling.

"Uncle Pei..." His voice was full of temptation, "Let me see you."

Pei Jiqing stretched out his hand, wanting to blow out the candle, but Jue Yun stretched out his hand to block it, obviously the action was a bit fierce with animal nature, but those eyes looked at him tenderly and sincerely, almost drowning his whole soul.

Fuck Jiangshan Sheji, No. 1 minister, whoever loves his name will go down in history, I will be the number one favorite minister in the world.

Pei Jiqing stretched her fingers, the past pain and joy were all but bliss, and at the last moment, a small groan came out of her own initiative, and then the voice became more and more indulgent.

Jue Yun was stunned, his belly boiled again, he pulled his belt back again.