General's Gown

"Why is brother looking at me like this?" Facing Yan Changqing's cold gaze, Murong Xiu tilted his head, the gloom on his face dissipated the moment Yan Changqing opened his eyes, he smiled slightly, showing his white teeth His eyes were crooked with a smile, revealing a bit of sunshine that belonged to his age.

"Long time no see, my brother has lost weight."

Yan Changqing withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

"emperor."

As soon as the two words were uttered, Murong Xiu's brows trembled slightly, and he said with some displeasure: "I have already said, when there are only you and me in the future, there will be no monarchs and ministers, only brothers."

These few words, however, faintly carried a bit of the majesty of the emperor.

brother?

Yan Chang stared at Murong Xiu quietly.The emperor in front of him has already turned 20 years old, his face has almost faded away from the childishness and timidity of his youth, and he has unreservedly inherited the unique and straight eyebrows of the Murong royal family.And a pair of phoenix eyes, which resembled his mother's concubine Xian, diluted a bit of the Murong family's roughness and majesty, and merged into a face with a bit of beauty and melancholy.Although his figure is still a little thin, he already has the solid and straight bones that belong to a man.

However, it seems that because of perennial worries, the corners of Murong Xiu's eyes and brows are prematurely filled with a dark and deep look that does not belong to his age.

Yan Chang couldn't remember how long it had been since he looked at Murong Xiu carefully.It seems that from the day when Murong Xiu came to the throne at the age of 14, he never looked at his "little brother" at the same level.

On the day Murong Xiu ascended the throne, it was snowing heavily.The boy who had just experienced the loss of his parents, with the heavy and gorgeous 24-beam sky crown on his head, which seemed to crush his slender neck at any time, walked up to the high nine-nine-level 81-step white jade Kowloon Terrace step by step. In the howling cold wind and the snowflakes flying across the sky, he accepted the worship of all officials.Everyone was blinded by the wind and snow, and their eyelashes were covered with icicles.No one could see that their supreme new emperor, that thin boy who was only 14 years old, even had tears in the corners of his eyes that Yan Changqing wiped away with his own hands.

After the late emperor passed away, according to a decree, the most favored concubine Xian was buried in a three-foot white silk.The white paper money all over the sky and the heavy snow are the most vivid memories of Murong Xiu's 16-year-old winter.Just before he ascended the throne, Murong Xiu seemed to be still in an absurd and tragic dream and hadn't woken up.The frail and helpless young man was simply a pale paper man bundled up in a crimson crown robe inlaid with gold and embroidered dragons.Yan Changqing held his cold hand tightly, trying hard to pass his own heat to him.

Don't be afraid, everything is with my brother.Brother will protect you.

Murong Xiu grabbed Yan Changqing's hand instead: "Brother, I can also protect you."

Yan Changqing smiled. In fact, this younger brother, who was only half a year younger than himself, had grown no shorter than him in the past two years, but he still patted Murong Xiu on the shoulder like an older brother.He knew that after the door opened, he would never have such a chance again.

"Are you ready?"

Murong Xiu took a deep breath, and forced a smile from the corner of his mouth: "It's ready."

The moment the door was opened, the cold winter wind mixed with large snowflakes blew in head-on.The mountain roared and the tsunami rushed in. Under the tall Jiulong Baiyu platform, countless princes, ministers, generals and guards were kneeling neatly.From the high platform, each of them is just a black spot the size of a thumb, but it is these people who have gathered the core and the most powerful force of the Yan Kingdom.

This force can submit to a majestic emperor, or overthrow a weak monarch at any time.

Yan Changqing looked back worriedly.But Murong Xiu's back was tense, he stood extremely straight, he never showed the slightest cowardice in front of all the officials.The snowflakes were blowing on his face, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was his face or the snowflakes were paler.

It wasn't until the moment when all the officials knelt down and shouted long live, that Yan Changqing finally noticed a faint trace of blood on Murong Xiu's face.

Yan Changqing walked down the Jiulong Terrace. Like other courtiers, he was wearing a cloak and knelt in the snow. After three kowtows and nine obeisances, he slowly raised his head, and met Murong Xiu's gaze unbiasedly.

When the lofty young emperor accepted the supremacy over ten thousand people, the first person he looked at was Yan Changqing.

Murong Xiu lowered his eyes, and his thin lips moved slightly. Although they were far away, Yan Changqing immediately understood, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Does it say no clothes? With the same robe.

You and I are monarchs and ministers as well as brothers.

Under the tall vermilion palace wall, two young boys worshiped the crabapple tree outside the palace of Concubine Xian under the moonlight, and made a solemn oath.

But now, can they still go back to that moment in the past?Can they still be brothers?

When he was young, that little brother who chased after him every day, saying "Changqing brother", when did he disappear?

Seeing that Yan Changqing didn't answer for a long time, and only used a pair of black jewel-like eyes to quietly look at himself in a way that he had never seen before, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never seen before, a flash in Murong Xiu's heart A trace of flustered, said: "Why didn't brother talk, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Yan Changqing recovered from the memory.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"You, can you dream?"

Seeing that Yan Changqing used "you" instead of "emperor", and his tone seemed to be concerned about himself, Murong's eyebrows immediately relaxed.

So Changqing is not angry with himself?He still cares about himself, doesn't he?

There was a bit of joy in Murong Xiu's tone: "Brother has been away for several months, I——I'm so worried, I always dream about my brother at night."

Yan Changqing looked at him with a complicated expression: "Don't you ever dream of others?"

Murong Xiu was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of some warm past, he said softly: "I have also dreamed about my concubine a few times. We still go around my concubine begging for little things like we did when we were young, and concubine mother always I'm partial to you, and I was so angry that I cried, but in the end, brother, just like back then, always gave me all the treasures."

There seemed to be a slight ripple in Yan Changqing's black eyes, but it was replaced by more profound emotions in just a moment.

In his chest, there was a flame that was burning quietly all the time, and every inch of the blazing tongue was burning his heart.It was a feeling of helplessness that had never happened before, a deep-rooted guilt, full of confusion, and full of resentment.

"I am different from the emperor. Whenever I dream, I can always dream of many, many people."

As if realizing the meaning of Yan Changqing's words, the tenderness in Murong Xiu's eyes lessened a little, and he raised an eyebrow curiously: "Who does my brother dream about?"

Murong Xiu had a curious and naive expression at this moment, exactly like his youth when he was twelve or thirteen years old.

Yan Changqing looked at his expression, but felt creepy.

"I dreamed that a seven or eight-year-old child was crying loudly trying to wake up his dead mother. I dreamed that a village man covered in blood was still protecting his wife and children at the last moment of his life. I dreamed See, the white-haired old woman tremblingly covering her son's tomb with the last pinch of loess. I also dreamed that the most loyal and brave soldier of my Dayan, with his eyes wide open, fell on his own. Under the knife, you will die with regret."

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu's face quietly, his eyes were so strange and cold: "Your Majesty, have you never dreamed of them, or heard them crying in the middle of the night?"

Murong Xiu suddenly changed his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, you blame me, don't you?"

"blame"?

Yan Changqing murmured.Does he blame Murong Xiu?

In fact, in the past few days, in the chaos caused by injuries, Yan Changqing has been thinking about this problem.

As a courtier, he couldn't blame the emperor, he could only be sad and angry.

As an older brother, he couldn't bear to complain about his younger brother who grew up with him. What's more, he felt heartache.

"I'm sorry. Murong Xiu lowered his eyes: "The ministers of the court and the central government will not let this matter go.I can only think of such a way to protect you. "

"So blood flows like this, killing people?" Yan Changqing said with a bit of anger and confusion in his voice, "This kind of protection is an insult to me."

It's not that he doesn't know what kind of punishment he will face in this incident of ship hijacking, but if one person does the work and the other bears the responsibility, if he had known that this situation would end up in this situation, Yan Changqing would definitely draw his sword and kill himself, and exchange his life for all the people in Qixia Village. common people.

Also, that person.I don't know if he's alive, if he's still...

Yan Changqing didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Murong Xiu lightly stroked the icy shackles around Yan Changqing's wrists, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

His brother Changqing is still so naive.

He raised his head and asked, "Brother, do you still remember that the father asked us a question about using water to replace soldiers?"

Yan Changqing frowned, not understanding why Murong Xiu suddenly changed such a topic.

Of course he remembered that about seven or eight years ago, he was Murong Xiu's accompanying student. One day, the late emperor Murong Tao suddenly became interested and took a test for them based on a historical story.

There is a small and weak country, and a large area of ​​territory is about to be occupied when a strong enemy invades.Just when the country was about to die, someone suggested a clever plan to the monarch of this country.

It turns out that in this country, there is a big river in the flood season, and the river is surging like ten thousand golden dragons.At this time, the enemy army was trying to force their way across the big river. The minister's ingenious plan was to forcibly dig the river channel, and let the raging river water that broke the embankment replace thousands of troops, which would definitely defeat the enemy's attack circle.

"Then do you think the monarch of this country should adopt this suggestion?" Murong Tao asked.

Yan Changqing lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head solemnly.

Murong Tao touched the top of his head: "Why don't you agree?"

Yan Changqing is only twelve or thirteen years old, but he is not afraid at all, his immature face is full of seriousness:

"If the river channel is dug open, thousands of innocent people in the downstream of the river channel will be buried in the belly of the fish. Even if they escape by chance, the fertile land will be flooded, their homes will be destroyed, the people will be displaced, and starvation will be everywhere. Even if the enemy army is defeated, isn't this hell on earth comparable to the enemy's? Is the tragedy after the army occupied the country even more terrifying?"

Seeing Murong Tao's cold face and not answering, Yan Changqing felt a little uneasy in the still immature boy's heart, but he bit his lower lip and decided to stick to his point of view.He continued:

"When the country is about to fall, the responsibility lies with the king, the general, not the people. The people should never be reduced to human shields against foreign enemies. As a minister, we should unite all soldiers and fight to the last drop of blood for the country. A ray of hope!"

The air suddenly became silent, the sun shone into the hall, and fine dust danced around the sun.Murong Xiu looked at his father who was silent and seemed to have a gloomy expression, and pulled Yan Changqing's sleeve worriedly.

Yan Changqing held his hand, raised his head stubbornly, waiting for punishment,

However, what greeted him was a burst of laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!" Murong Tao clapped his hands with a smile, and looked at Yan Changqing from head to toe for a long time, his eyes were full of relief and approval.road:

"What a 'Fight to the last drop of blood!' Good, good! Looking at the future of my Great Yan Kingdom, there will be another rare general!"

After hearing these words, Murong Xiu's hanging heart fell down.When Murong Tao asked him what he thought again, he opened his mouth and answered without thinking:

"I think the same as brother Changqing."

It's not that Murong Xiu saw Yan Changqing was praised and wanted to follow the crowd, but that when he first heard this question, he had the same answer as Yan Changqing.

The reason is the same.Although he is only 12 years old, he has also read a lot of history books, and he often sympathizes with the tragic situations of the refugees recorded in the books. When he reads the painful places, the little boy will occasionally wet his eyes.

However, Murong Tao's expression suddenly sank after hearing his son's answer.

"You, step back first." Murong Tao said to Yan Changqing.

Yan Changqing didn't realize this sudden turning point, so he could only obey the order, and while he was leaving, he turned his head to look at Murong Xiu who was also scratching the back of his head, who was also puzzled.

It is the age that loves to play and make trouble, Murong Xiu even secretly made a face at him, telling him not to worry.

However, at the moment when Yan Changqing gently closed the palace door, he suddenly heard a very loud and crisp slap from inside the hall.

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