Heaven is fearless

The scale of the dinner was not large, and all the people who participated in the banquet were prominent figures in the military, the capital, and everyone knew each other well that these people would be the backbone of the civil and military team in the court in the future, so facing their future colleagues, everyone put on a full-face smiley.

Chu Mingfeng kept an impeccable smile the whole time, sitting beside Yan Wujiu, quietly observing the changes in expressions of all the people below, and from time to time glanced at the position next to the striker, it was empty and no one came. When the banquet was almost halfway through, the smile on Chu Mingfeng's face was a little unsteady. She leaned back and asked in a low voice when A Chong came over, "Where is it quietly?"

Chu Mingfeng was a little angry. Quiet was a woman, and she was not Yan Wujiu's biological daughter. Her identity was a bit embarrassing. It was not suitable for Quiet to attend such an occasion, but she wanted to give Quiet a more stable position, so she had to let Quiet Appearing in front of everyone, telling them that Quietly won the favor of the new king, and then forcing Quietly to set up a seat.

But this girl was absent without saying a word!

All the people present are smart people, just after a little thought, they knew who was sitting here, and they were absent for no reason. They didn't say anything and pretended not to see it.

Ah Zhong was also a little nervous: "I have already urged you just now, and the little princess said he will come right away."

Chu Mingfeng bit her plump and bright red lips hard. Now is not the time to scold others. She was about to press down on something quietly and ordered Ah Zhong to serve the wine. Then the wind blew from outside the tent, and a slim and slender girl Walking in, there was a bright smile on Chu Mingfeng's face that looked a lot like Chu Mingfeng.

"The new dynasty is about to be established, and Feng Qiao congratulates you with fine wine 'Dry Branches', wishing you a long life and blessings from all over the world."

Holding a wine jar as big as the fists of an adult man in her hand, she stood in the center with a smile and said loudly, the crisp voice belonging to a girl splashed and jumped like glazed jade beads.

The moment Chu Mingfeng saw the jar clearly, his expression changed.

This is the wine that she drugged Ah Chong!

If she wanted to kill Yan Wujue, of course she would not do it herself, it would be better to put the blame on someone else, so she ordered this jar of wine to be delivered to an irrelevant person without any trace, and it was handed over layer by layer to wash it away. To clear his suspicion—but why is it in Quietly's hands now? !

No, what's more, she didn't arrange to offer wine quietly from the beginning to the end, what's the matter?Someone lied to Quietly?Who is tripping her up?

Chu Mingfeng thought about it wildly, and saw her daughter come up with a wine jar, pat open the mud, and pour apricot-yellow wine into an emerald green jade bowl, and Yan Wujiu took the jade bowl with a smile. The fear seized Chu Mingfeng all of a sudden.

She can't let Quietly be the one who undercuts the knife!Quietly will be eaten alive!

But...if Yan Wujiu died, and Quietly was the murderer, wouldn't her suspicion be cleared away?No one would believe that a mother would let her daughter do such evil things. Without Jinge, she could have another child, but such a good opportunity will never come again...

This thought flashed through her mind, biting Chu Mingfeng's mind like a poisonous snake, her pupils dilated for a moment, and for almost a moment, her throat was so dry that she couldn't make any sound.

"...Wait a minute, the weather is cold and the wine is not hot yet, how can I serve it up?" A hoarse female voice sounded beside Yan Wujiu, who was holding a jade bowl, and Yan Wujiu turned his face slightly to look at Chu Mingfeng , looking back and forth on her face several times, the Buddha-like quiet expression suddenly cracked a bit of sly complacency, and quite naturally knocked the bowl on the table, as if waiting for her words.

Chu Mingfeng stared at him firmly, with a strong disbelief bursting out from his eyebrows and eyes, his voice was like a whisper: "You know?!"

Yan Wujiu didn't answer her, instead, his eyes fell on Chu Fengqiao, without revealing any flaws, he raised his voice and announced: "Since the incident, the people in southern Xinjiang have followed me and never betrayed me. Feng Qiao, traveled north and south with the army, her intelligence is not inferior to men, even though she is not my own, she should be treated equally, in the future, Feng Qiao will be like my own son, you should not treat her poorly just because she is a woman."

He smiled when he said this, as if he was just expressing his love for this stepdaughter, but sensitive people have noticed a word in his words - "just like my own son", not like my own daughter, But parent-child!

At that time, people used words word by word in formal occasions, and there would never be any slips of the tongue. The difference between parent-daughter and parent-child is a world of difference in content!

The simplest one: Only sons have the right to inherit, but daughters do not. What does Yan Wujiu mean by saying this, is it to give this stepdaughter the same inheritance right as the prince?

If so, then her sequence tooth is still the eldest daughter, wouldn't she be the first heir after being replaced? !

Everyone was stunned, this time even Chu Mingfeng didn't react.

Yan Wujiu had expected the repercussions these words would cause, and when several old officials were trembling and about to stand up to object, he raised his wine glass in advance to change the topic: "Come, come, gentlemen, drink with me!"

Everyone laughed numbly and toasted with him, full of doubts in their hearts, but whenever they wanted to ask the sovereign above them, they would be blocked in advance, everyone was fooled again and again, and they didn't care It's so hard to question Xinjun, so I can only put this matter aside as Xinjun's joke.

What Yan Wujiao wants is that they don't care now.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and the historian squatting in a hidden place was burying his head in recording the words at the banquet. He was sure that what he said just now must have been recorded exactly.

It’s good to write it down, it’s done, they didn’t object today, and if they want to object later, he took this paragraph on their faces and asked them if they were questioning the sanctity of the oracle, and if they were trying to force the emperor to eat it. Next, what he said, is he trying to rebel.

Yan Wujiu drank a cup of bland, tasteless hot wine, his long-suppressed brows revealed a little cunning that belonged to that little bastard many years ago.

The lights in the tent didn't go away until late at night, and Chu Mingfeng didn't speak again after Yan Wujiu said that, and she didn't ask until Yan Wujiu was about to get up and leave, "Is what you said true?"

The man in a heavy cloak looked at her and raised an eyebrow: "If you believe it, it's true, if you don't believe it, it's false."

What she said seemed reckless, Chu Mingfeng frowned all of a sudden, and opened her mouth to refute, Yan Wujiu was faster than her: "You shouldn't be in a hurry to ask me about this now, after all, I haven't found that jar of wine yet. You settle accounts, don't you?"

Chu Mingfeng's face immediately turned pale. She pursed her lips with an indifferent expression. It took a long time before she sneered: "Wine? What wine?"

Yan Wujiu was not dissatisfied with her denial, and said with a good temper: "It's useless if you don't admit it, we both know what you want to do, to be honest, I want to kill you too, I have wanted to kill you a long time ago , Central Plains Buddhist riots, you hid behind and pushed, do you think I don't know all this time?"

Chu Mingfeng stared at him with dark eyes: "Ganzhi, you sent it to Quietly?"

Yan Wujiao readily admitted: "Yes, to be honest, there are only a few ways you kill people. I know all the dead men in southern Xinjiang around you. Since you can't see the blood with a knife, you can only poison in secret. Come on, isn’t today a good time? I just need to see who wants to eat on the gift list, and then send someone to check it secretly, and it’s not difficult at all to find this jar of wine.”

"If you hadn't made a sound at that time, you wouldn't be able to sit here properly now." Yan Wujiu's tone was wonderfully warm, "I ordered someone to clean the execution platform outside in the afternoon, and specially replaced it with a clean noose. Too bad it didn't work."

There was a smile in his voice, but Chu Mingfeng felt chills all over his body.

At this point, the two have torn their faces apart. Chu Mingfeng knew that if she missed this opportunity, she would never be able to touch Yan Wujiu, who was in power. A burst of regret welled up in her heart. !

"What are you going to do?" The aloof Queen of Southern Xinjiang finally accepted her failure, her complexion instantly faded, and the bright and arrogant beauty disappeared from her bones like flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water.

Yan Wujiu didn't care about her changes, and his voice was calm: "I said, I want to kill you, but no matter what the reason is, you have indeed supported me step by step to this day, with the combination of grievances and hatred, you now have two choose."

"First, I regard Chu Fengqiao as my own son, and allow her to compete for the throne with my children in the future, but you, please be dishonest, not accept the queen's position, and live in a secluded monastery without going out for life."

"Second, I will still give you the title of Queen, and seal you to the shore of the East China Sea. You take Chu Feng and retreat to the East China Sea. No soldier is allowed in the fief, and the tax revenue is squandered by you. You will be a wealthy idler in the East China Sea all your life. After the fiefdom is recovered, let Chu Feng quietly return to Beijing to be an idle princess."

"Choose one, which one do you want?"

Yan Wujiu's face was hidden in the faint light of the candle, and there seemed to be a smile arc on the corner of his mouth, but this arc coupled with his unhurried words made Chu Mingfeng feel like being struck by lightning.

Two choices, each of which is severing her heart.

She longs for power, greedily coveting the brilliance of authority like a beast thirsting for blood; she also loves her only daughter, loves this girl like a heart, and is even willing to overthrow her own plan to protect her.

Yan Wujiu just wanted her to choose between power and daughter.

Do you want to give your daughter the qualification to compete in the world, or do you want to live on the shore of the East China Sea and be an uncrowned king?

... For a person like Chu Mingfeng who yearns for power to the core, what is the difference between this kind of life and gnawing at her soul day by day?

A strange radiance suddenly appeared on Chu Mingfeng's face, she faded away from the eyes that were always calculating, and stared straight at him: "Are you sure you can treat Quietly like your own blood?"

Yan Wujiu glanced at her: "You don't have to believe it."

Chu Mingfeng bit her lips so hard that traces of dark red blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

As for others, she doesn't believe that Yan Wuzheng can do it, but she doesn't want to let go of this seemingly attractive opportunity.

She failed, but quietly still has a chance!Quietly can be the queen in charge of the world!

This tempting choice overwhelmed her reason, Chu Mingfeng became ruthless, with a gambler's fierce light in his eyes: "I will choose one! Remember your promise!"

The loser's threat was weak and weak, Yan Wujiu didn't answer, the cloak flew up and fell into the wind and snow outside the tent.

One thing he didn't tell Chu Mingfeng, when the person he sent to inspect the wine arrived, he bumped into Chu Fengqiao who was replacing the poisoned wine. One option is to throw them all into the temple and confine them for a lifetime.

In a square inch of land, there is no sun, moon, spring breeze, green lamp and ancient Buddha. Even the most persistent sister-in-law can't survive two months. This should be their future.

"Oh, my untimely soft-heartedness... It was all taught by the stinky monk. God has the virtue of good life... No, this sentence doesn't seem to be from the Buddhist school? The stinky monk didn't give a complete lecture. I was so good. Student!" Yan Wujiu grumbled and complained, took a deep breath, stepped on the thick snow with one foot deep and the other shallow, and walked slowly forward, covered with a layer of pale yellow light from torches faint.

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After the transition of the Wei and Wei Dynasties, the dynasty named Yan established the Dingding Central Plains, opening a period of prosperity that lasted for thousands of years.

The founding emperor managed the world and benefited the people. He was in power for 77 years, encouraged women to go to school, allowed women to take the exam to become officials, and caused a sensation in the world. Three sons and four daughters were born together, and they were ordered to participate in politics and affairs. Later, the emperor's three daughters were made princesses , Inherited the Datong.

When Emperor Yan was in power, he vigorously promoted the cabinet system, restricted the power of the monarch, and rectified the style of officials. The millennium prosperity was born from this.

The life of this legendary emperor is talked about by people. They talk about his tortuous and bizarre life experience, and also talk about his eclectic gossip. Taizu fell in love with his wife—the Nanjiang county lord who supported him to conquer the world. If the two of them hadn't known how to break up later, and the princess ran to become a monk, how could it be the later people's turn to pick up the leak?

The market share of such remarks is not high, and most of them are only circulated among the low-level folk. After all, everyone knows that Taizu Yan never went to see the princess in the temple, not even when she died. The only daughter under is good, but only standardized good.

After the crown princess was established, several princes and children were entrusted to various places and became idle and powerless princes and kings. The eldest princess Feng quietly sealed the fertile land of heaven and earth, the second son was named Beirong, and the rest of the princes were scattered around the border. The youngest prince Dong'e County, which is adjacent to the vast East China Sea, was sealed off. From then on, generations have been stationed here, guarding the border for this vast empire.

Hundreds of years later, this story of the past has been written in all kinds of wonderful stories. They also focused on digging into the anecdotes between Yan Taizu and Buddhism. This talented and generous emperor seems to have a mediocre sense of Buddhism. Even Hejian County didn't go to the Pure Land Zen School to take a look.

But somehow he became interested in this when he was about to die. The most interesting point is that the only time in his life he prayed to Buddha and the last time he worshiped Buddha was the day when the mountain collapsed.

The old king was carried by the shoulders to the winding mountain road of Pure Land Zen Buddhism. After a quarter of an hour of secret talk with the abbot, he listened to the Dharma in the Daxiong Hall. The monk who placed the order here returned from the foot of the mountain and met the old king in front of the Buddha. Containing clear light, one person has pale hair, and cloudy pupils can no longer see the nearby things clearly.

Seeing the monk coming from the backlight, the emperor smiled and said to the servant beside him, "Today I saw the lotus in front of the Buddha again."

After saying that, he died.

Stories that have lasted for hundreds of years are not interesting to tell too much. People are more concerned about the current affairs. Perhaps the great achievements of the ancestors are not distressed.

They say that women can inherit the family property, but in practice they are still very patriarchal. Even the royal family can't make a bowl of water, especially the current Emperor Yan is thinking about taking back those fiefdoms. Everyone in the royal family called back, and now everyone could see who he was targeting.

——Except for King Dong'a whose family has eleven golden flowers, is there any other family that can't produce a son?

Seeing that the king of Dong'a, who occupies millions of acres along the southeast coast, is about to usher in the unlucky fate of cutting his domain, Princess Dong'a is pregnant again.

God has mercy on Dong'e, No. 12 child, a boy, the emperor who was so angry that he was about to explode gasped for breath and burned the edict to withdraw from the feudal vassal. The name of the child who has done something important to him is nothing but the word "Tianheng".