General's Gown

Murong Xiu's words were like a blow to the head, making Yan Changqing's mind buzzing.

male queen?Murong Xiu, is he crazy? !

But when he met his gaze, Yan Changqing felt a chill in his heart.Murong Xiu's eyes are so sad and angry, like a young wolf who is afraid of being abandoned but unwilling to be abandoned, showing all his sharp teeth and claws, guarding his last life. territory.

Yan Changqing knew that he was wrong.

After the Qixia Village incident, Yan Changqing knew Murong Xiu's thoughts on him.It's just that he was lucky at the time, thinking that the emperor who grew up with him was fascinated for a while, as long as he went far away from Mobei and didn't appear under Murong Xiu's nose, maybe he could dilute Murong Xiu's heart. this feeling.He thought that the position of the ruler and the world in Murong Xiu's heart was much more important than himself.

He was dead wrong.

A poisonous vine may only grow a small bud on the surface at first, but in the black soil, the tangled rhizome may have already been densely packed and intertwined.And every bit of his getting along with Helian Rongchuan, as long as it reaches Murong Xiu's ears, it will become the nourishment of this poison ivy.Murong Xiu has completely changed. Under the entanglement of poisonous ivy, Murong Xiu has become a person he doesn't know at all.

But what can he do?That was the younger brother he swore to protect, the monarch he must be loyal to.

Yan Changqing looked carefully at the faces of the 45 members of the Yan family's nine clans.Every face is full of bewilderment, horror and innocence.The Yan family was full of loyal and loyal men, and most of the men died in the army, leaving only the old, weak, sick and children.They should have lived a peaceful life under the blessing of their husband and brother's heroic spirit.

Murong Xiu brought them before his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, Yan Changqing understood everything.

I'm afraid it's not limited to his nine clans.Since he can be recalled from Dongyun, Murong Xiu must also know where Helian Rongchuan is hiding.

The cold wind slammed open the window and blew over.In the yard outside the window, the two begonias that he and Yan Changqing had personally planted when they were young had already been destroyed by the wind and snow. It was obvious that they could not wait for the next spring.

Yan Changqing lowered his head and knelt down slowly:

"Sir, obey the order."

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In the fifth year of Yan Qingzhao, the Murong royal family ascended the throne at the age of 14, suppressed the emperor Murong Xiu who rebelled all over the world, and finally appointed his own queen.Although the masculinity prevails in various countries, it is not a new thing for men and men to get married. There was a male queen in the previous dynasty, but because of the unique status of this male queen, the people of Yan Kingdom were still in an uproar, and there were many discussions in private:

"Why did the emperor choose the famous silver-faced Yan Luo as his queen? Didn't the silver-faced Yan Luo be a monster with fangs?"

"Hey, what kind of monster is it! I heard that the silver-faced Yan Luo is a peerless beauty! It must be that the little emperor couldn't bear to let the beauty fight everywhere, so he kept it in the palace."

"He's in the palace? Then he won't fight in the future? Hey, General Yan has made so many military achievements, is he willing to stay in the palace for the rest of his life?"

"If you stay in the palace, you won't be able to give birth to a child. Tsk tsk, maybe that little emperor is just trying to make something new. After all, the taste of a man is different from that of a woman..."

Several voices laughed wretchedly:

In the noisy discussion, there were also a few out of place sighs:

"Obviously a generation of generals, why are you willing to let go of your ambitions and stay in the deep palace? What a pity, what a pity!"

"Bookworm, don't you know?" A slippery voice said:

"Swords and swords don't have eyes on the battlefield. No matter how powerful the silver-faced Yan Luo is, he can't guarantee that one day he will be killed by an arrow on the battlefield if he doesn't pay attention. Isn't his family's reputation of loyalty and loyalty earned from the pile of dead people? Is it? After today and no tomorrow, how can it compare with the life of a queen who is well-clothed and well-fed? I heard that a few days ago, even the few remaining relatives of the Yan family were called into the palace. After entering the palace, they won a lot of rewards, and when they came back, even they themselves were taken aback, and the house where they lived suddenly had a lot of servants!"

"God, this is much more luxurious than being a warlord..."

"Who said it wasn't..."

The common people either clicked their tongues enviously, or shook their heads and sighed, and finally finished their discussions with satisfaction one by one, and went away to busy with their own affairs.

However, the situation in the court hall was much quieter than that of the common people in the market.Grand Master Pang was single-minded in wanting to monopolize the power and become the regent. He had always been aggressive in the court, confronting the little emperor tit for tat, but this time he was silent for the first time.But the ministers who stood on the side of the little emperor were not happy at all when they finally saw their arch-enemy being deflated—they knew that the little emperor was driven into a hurry, so they had no choice but to protect Yan Changqing as a queen against the threat of Taishi Pang's party.But this move is a bit like hitting a mouse but hurting the porcelain bottle first. Is it really a good choice to bury a generation of good generals in the deep palace?

And according to General Nayan's cold and arrogant temperament, is he really willing to stay in the deep palace?What about the Xuanjia Army? Apart from General Yan, who else in the world can deter the border and deter the world?

A few veteran officials with upright personalities couldn't stand it any longer, so they submitted a memorial. Unexpectedly, when they went to court the next day, the shadows of these veteran officials would disappear.Murong Xiu sat on the high dragon chair, although he didn't say anything, but the rest of the ministers looked at me and I looked at you, holding back their words but dared not say anything more.

All the preparations before the wedding began in an orderly manner.For example, the acceptance ceremony, application ceremony, date request ceremony, etc., it is not difficult for the Ministry of Rites to prepare according to the wedding of Empress Zhao of the previous dynasty.But there is only one difference - according to the rules of the ancestors, before the big wedding, the empress should have stayed at her home to wait for the guard of honor, and then the emperor would welcome her to the Zhaohua Hall.But their future "queen" was arranged to live in the Zhaohua Palace from the very beginning, and the emperor had no intention of letting him out of the palace at all.

The official of the Ministry of Rites who was in charge of the wedding scratched his head and really didn't know what to do. One of them had the courage to ask the emperor to let Yan Changqing out of the palace and return to the general's mansion, and then pick him up on the day of the wedding.As a result, this little official from the Ministry of Rituals was punished.Although the rest of the officials of the Ministry of Rituals were baffled by the reason, they were too frightened to say anything, so they had to order the guard of honor to send the queen from the Zhaohua Hall to the Wende Hall, the emperor's sleeping hall, on the day of the wedding. Entering the door is also a private joke of the palace people.

In the blink of an eye, it was the eve of the big wedding, and the streets and alleys in Sheng'an City were already decorated with lights and festoons.And the palace was even more joyful, with red silk hanging everywhere and a sea of ​​flowers covered.Because the time for the big wedding was set too fast and too close, countless palace people had to work overtime all night, busy with the final preparations for the big wedding.The eunuchs in charge of the master of ceremonies were so busy that they were out of breath, their feet never touching the ground.It was past the ugly hour of the night, and they were still busy hanging up the big red lanterns at the gate of the palace with their sleeves rolled up.

After finally hanging up one, Eunuch Zhang wiped his sweat and was about to get off the wooden ladder, when he saw a carriage coming out of the palace gate at a leisurely pace.He couldn't help wondering: In the middle of the night, the palace gates are always forbidden to enter and leave, who is so bold?

Eunuch Zhang tremblingly got off the ladder.The guard at the gate of the palace shouted, and the carriage stopped as expected.I saw a green-robed official from the Ministry of Rites get off the car, tall and ordinary, with only a pair of black and bright eyes, and a very respectful expression.

The guards knew that this Eunuch Zhang, who was of a higher rank than them, always liked to meddle in other people's affairs, so he stepped aside politely and watched from the sidelines.

"Eunuch." The little official saluted.

"What to do?"

"Go to General Yan's Mansion."

Eunuch Zhang raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing in the general's mansion in the middle of the night?"

"The emperor said that he wanted to decorate the Zhaohua Palace with some things from the general's own house, so that he would feel kind and not awkward when welcoming the relatives." The little official said, and took out a palace token from his pocket, respectfully Holding in both hands.

Eunuch Zhang glanced at the token.Of course, he knew the bad luck that the Ministry of Rites had received because of the ceremonial guard of welcoming the bride.There is no one to greet the relatives by going out the right door and entering the ground by the left door. Fortunately, they can figure it out.Eunuch Zhang sighed in his heart, but he didn't show anything in face, just nodded:

"Here, let's go."

The busiest people before the big wedding are these little officials of the Ministry of Rites. They have to go out of the palace all night long. It's hard work.

Eunuch Zhang let the little official go and continued to hang the lanterns.But I don't know if he is old and dim or what, but the other lantern can't be hung no matter what.

This is a bad omen!

Eunuch Zhang wiped the sweat from his brow, and for some reason, the green-robed official just now reappeared in his mind.He had seen this little official before, so he was not a stranger.But why did the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong?

Eunuch Zhang slowly frowned.

In the thick night, the carriage of the young official in green robe drove into the general's mansion, and then hurried out again.But the carriage did not return to the palace, but drove out of the city at high speed.

"Drive, drive!" The green-robed officer kept urging the horse to move forward, until it reached the spacious official road and there was no one around, then it slowly stopped.

"Where is this?"

The door curtain was lifted, revealing the wrinkled face of an old woman. She was holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her arms. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked at the young official in green robe with some fear.Further inside, there were still eight or nine old and young women and children clinging tightly to each other in the car.

"My lord, you... Didn't you say you were going to take us into the palace, this is...?" The person in the car asked tremblingly.A few timid children had already shed tears, looking like they wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

The green-robed officer jumped out of the car, although his footsteps were flimsy, his back was straight.He stood in front of the car, and with a finger on his ear, the human and leather mask fell off.Showing a picturesque, very handsome face.

It's just that under the moonlight, this face looks so pale and a little sad.

"Changqing!" Everyone in the car was shocked, the old woman got out of the car tremblingly, and touched Yan Changqing's cheek:

"Good boy, why are you? What are you bringing us here for?"

Yan Changqing lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down straight, kowtowed three times in a row, and said: "Changqing doesn't want to be humiliated, and he can't bear to hurt the Yan family. So I can only think of this method."

"Good boy, I knew it, I knew it..."

Big tears rolled down from the old woman's muddy eyes:

"Three generations of our Yan family are loyal and loyal. We earned fame on horseback. Entering the harem is a shame and a shame. No matter what others say, I know that Chang Qing of our family will never be willing, never willing……"

Yan Changqing raised his head, his black mercury-like eyes trembled faintly.

"Other clans, old and young, I have made arrangements." Yan Changqing said, taking out a road map from his arms:

"Follow the instructions on this map. If everything goes well, you will arrive at Diecui Valley in Dongyun Kingdom after seven days." Yan Changqing pointed at the marked place on the map, and his fingertips trembled slightly:

"If nothing else happens, when you get here, you will join up with others. Walk along this path in the valley together, and you will find a big mountain villa. At that time, you only need to take out this map with my handwriting on it, The owner of the villa will treat you well."

Yan Changqing solemnly said word by word: "You must tell him that someone may want his life, let him take you and find another place to resettle."

"What about you? Aren't you going with us?"

The old woman caught the meaning of Yan Changqing's words: "You let us go again because you didn't want to enter the harem. This is disobedience to the emperor's order, but you will be beheaded!" The old woman widened her eyes in horror, and clenched her hands tightly Yan Changqing's hand:

"Son, you must not stay, go with grandma!"

Yan Changqing shook his head: "Brother Junchen, I still have unfinished business to do. Don't worry, he won't hurt me."

"I don't believe it!" The old woman burst into tears, but her words were extremely firm: "If you don't go, I won't go. You are a good boy and the last glory of our Yan family. Grandma must protect you with her old life. Don't let them bully you!"

Tears finally slipped from the corners of his eyes, Yan Changqing still smiled: "Okay, okay, then grandma will stay with me."

He gently wrapped his hands around the old woman's shoulders, comforting her softly, and then patted her on the back of the neck suddenly.

A well-measured palm ensures that the old woman will not feel pain and wake up half a day later.Yan Changqing wiped away tears, carefully carried the fainted old woman into the car.

The old and weak women and children in the car had their eyes red from crying.Yan Changqing suppressed the emotion in his heart, and instructed the content on the map in detail.Just as I was about to get off the car, I heard the seven or eight-year-old boy timidly ask:

"Big brother, is the owner of that villa really reliable?"

Yan Changqing paused, but he didn't turn his head, and only said softly:

"In the world, there is no one more reliable than him"

With a long hiss, the horse finally swung its hooves eastward.

Yan Changqing stood quietly in the darkness, the cold winter wind ruffled his long hair and blew his thin robe violently, like a pair of broken wings.

After standing still for a long time, the sound of horseshoes gradually sounded behind him.Yan Changqing sighed silently, watching the white mist exhaled from his mouth slowly dissipate in the cold night wind.

turn around.Hundreds of torches illuminate the white snow.In the white snow, stood a familiar figure.

"You still miss him, don't you?"

Murong Xiu sneered: "You're worried that I'll kill him, you're worried that I'll kill your Nine Clans, right?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu quietly and remained silent.This silence has been maintained since the day he was trapped in the palace until now.

Murong Xiu has long been used to this silence, the corners of his eyes were red, he stepped forward suddenly, and grabbed Yan Changqing by the collar:

"I used your nine clans to force you, but I never really meant to hurt them. I also didn't intend to kill that Dongyun person. Yan Changqing, what do you mean by doing this?! Talk, talk! !!!”

"What do you think I am?"

……

"Why don't you believe me at all?"

Still getting no response, Murong Xiu knelt on the ground in pain, the snow-white gold-threaded fox fur was stained with muddy snowmelt on the ground, and the golden-threaded dragon crown fell apart.In the closed eyes, the chaotic scene flew.

It was the white silk fluttering when his biological mother, Concubine Xian, was strangled to death, it was the paper money flying all over the sky when his father was buried, it was the snow when he ascended the throne, and countless people kowtowed respectfully.

Long live my emperor!

Long live!

In the depression that was about to suffocate, it was the warm palm of a young man that pulled him out.A distant voice echoes in my ears:

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"Don't be afraid. When I grow up, I will be the most powerful general to protect you and the territory of Yan Kingdom forever."

"Then you are still my brother?"

"of course."

"Is it always?"

"forever."

"Except for my brother?"

"I am still your most loyal subject."

"But I don't want you to be my courtier, and I don't want you to be just my brother."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I... I don't know... In short, don't abandon me, forever."

"Okay, forever."

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"Liar!" Murong Xiu had a splitting headache and shouted in pain, "You lied to me, you don't believe me. You send them away first, and then you have to run away yourself, right? Flee back to that Dongyun man and abandon me, Yes or no?"

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu quietly, still silent.

Murong Xiu opened his blood-red eyes, filled with hatred and sorrow: "Okay, okay, since you don't believe me, then I'll just do it. Come, bring back all the people in the car just now, and then send someone to Go to Dongyun, find that Dongyun man, and tear his corpse into pieces!!!!"

But when the voice fell, no one behind Murong Xiu dared to move.

A cold long sword was pointed at Murong Xiu's chest.So close, only a few inches, can pierce flesh and blood.

Murong Xiu was stunned, he looked at the knife in disbelief, for a long time, a desolate smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his thin lips: "For him, you want to kill me? Yan Changqing, you dare to kill the king?!"

Yan Changqing laughed softly.Looking up slightly, I saw snowflakes spinning and flying all over the sky. They were so white and crystal clear, falling down lightly, as if they wanted to kiss the vast earth, but as soon as they fell, the snowflakes melted into the mud on the ground, Disappear.

a mess.a mess.

When you close your eyes, it is like a burning fire burning your heart, like a scorching sun, it is the corpses of countless people layered on top of each other, it is a large pool of frozen blood, it is the blood-stained palm prints on the gate of Ningcheng.Heart-piercing screams and begging for mercy seemed to echo in his ears.These voices tormented his heart all the time, making him sleepless and sleepless at night.

Perhaps there is only one place that can save him, that is a verdant valley, where there are wet green pines and green bamboos, winding stone paths, and the sound of hundreds of children reading loudly.Every night, red lanterns are lit up on the path in the forest.Under the lantern, there must be someone waiting for him.

But the road was too far, and he couldn't go back.

Yan Changqing opened his eyes and looked at Murong Xiu softly.He suddenly remembered that in front of the tomb of Concubine Xian, the 14-year-old Murong Xiu had red eyes and disheveled hair like this.At that time, he vowed to protect him and help him to be a good emperor.

He was wrong.

If he hadn't been there in the first place, everything wouldn't be what it is today.It's a pity that everything in the world will only roll forward like waves, and there is no "if" to choose from.

So far, he has only one way to go.

Yan Changqing smiled faintly, and said to Murong Xiu: "Without me, you would have been a good emperor."

Murong Xiu was stunned, only to see Yan Changqing suddenly turned the blade of the sword, a bright and clear light flashed across his neck.

"Do not--!!!"

As if struck by lightning, Murong Xiu rushed towards Yan Changqing with a roar.However, it was too late.

The dark red blood flowed down Yan Changqing's slender neck continuously. Murong Xiu hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover the wound, but no matter how hard he tried to cover it, Yan Changqing's blood continued to flow through his trembling fingertips like a stream, dripping on the On the snow, it gets cold quickly.

"Where's the imperial doctor? Where's the imperial doctor? Come, come!!" Murong Xiu yelled frantically and broke down. He wanted to hug Yan Changqing, but his whole body was shaking so badly that he fell to his knees with a plop before taking two steps. on the ground.

"Come and save people, come and save people...!!"

"No need." Yan Changqing's face became more and more pale and depressed, he raised his head reluctantly, with an air of gossamer:

"...A...promise me...don't hurt...he...ok...no..."

"Okay, okay, I promise you everything, I promise you everything..." Murong Xiu's voice trembled out of tune, and he agreed without thinking, but felt that the blood in his whole body was congealed.

"Don't scare me, please, please don't scare me, okay? Where's the imperial doctor? Come and help—"

The unfinished words suddenly stuck in his throat.Murong Xiu opened his eyes wide, watching Yan Changqing's hand on his sleeve gently lowered.

Yan Changqing seemed to be extremely exhausted, closed his eyes gently, and stopped breathing.