i am afraid

In the 23rd year of Daxian Tianzhao, the winter of this year was particularly deserted.

Since the founding of Taizong, the Daxian royal family has established its capital in Beiling. The Beiling palace is three hundred miles from east to west and eight hundred miles from north to south. The descendants of the royal family of each generation live in it. But he couldn't leave this gorgeous cage for the rest of his life.

Jiang Yan looked at the gray sky, his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"My lord..." The servant Zhou Ning carefully looked at his face, "Just now the Marquis of Zhen Guo came."

Jiang Yan pursed his lips and said nothing.

While helping him to dress, Zhou Ning said in a low voice: "Zhen Guohou said, let the young master not worry, he has already arranged everything, just waiting for His Royal Highness Chen Wang to ascend the throne..."

Jiang Yan's eyes rolled slightly, he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was obviously hoarse, "After the sixth uncle ascends the throne, can I let it out?"

Zhou Ning responded in a low voice: "Zhen Guohou said that it is best to go to the south of the Yangtze River. The land in Mobei is too far away, and His Royal Highness Chen Wang may not be at ease..."

Jiang Yan stopped talking, Jiangnan is rich and rich, for him, uncle can be considered troublesome.

"Is the imperial grandfather's illness getting better?" Jiang Yan said slowly after a long time.There was no question in his words, it was a declarative sentence, so Zhou Ning didn't answer.

Jiang Yan let Zhou Ning dress himself neatly, and then slowly walked out of the East Palace.

As the son of the first prince, Jiang Yan's situation in the Beiling Palace is noble and embarrassing. He can't even be canonized as the son of the prince like other sons of the vassal princes, because the person who can give him hereditary status is no longer there.

Today's son had seven sons and three daughters. After the prince passed away, the six kings had their own thoughts and fought for many years, and it finally came to the end.

The days of the imperial grandfather are numbered. Although his uncles are indifferent, it is impossible to deny that they are all dragons and phoenixes. He has nothing to complain about. Even if he is allowed to sit on the throne at this time, he will not be able to sit still. 14 years old, in ordinary people's school age.

The East Palace is located in the center of the entire Beiling Palace. It is only a quarter of an hour's drive away from the Chengtian Palace where the king lives. Jiang Yan's mind was in chaos. Not long after, the car stopped. Zhou Ning carefully stuffed him with a small buckskin stove.

Jiang Yan is afraid of the cold. This problem probably came from his mother. His hands and feet get cold easily, and he doesn't want to move in winter. However, these days, he has to move even if he doesn't want to.

Chengtian Hall has a long corridor from the front hall to the inner hall, and courtiers often pass by. Jiang Yan has no intention of being involved with the previous dynasty, and always staggers with the courtiers when picking, this time is no exception, the long corridor Except for a few maids cleaning the snow, there were no people in the corridor.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, and his soft-soled boots stepped on the smooth ground of the corridor, making very slight noises, but the maids and maids serving behind him didn't make any sound at all.

Jiang Yan is sometimes very strange. Although he is only one person, there are hundreds of people serving him. He looks busy every day. He really wants to ask what they are busy with, but he can't ask Exit, except for Zhou Ning, whoever he talks to will always get a sentence of "Young Master forgive your sins".

What is the crime?He knew that although they said these words on their lips, they were genuinely terrified when they knelt down, but they didn't think they were guilty in their hearts. A group of people who were not guilty but wanted to say that they were guilty were Jiang Yan's children. Biggest confusion.

Jiang Yan walked slowly, and the people behind him followed him slowly with their heads down. It seemed to others that Jiang Yan was worrying about the emperor who was about to pass away, but only Jiang Yan knew that he was just in a daze .

Turning around the corridor, he was still immersed in his own world, when suddenly a faint shadow fell on him, covering his sight.

This shadow was so large that it almost completely covered his thin body.

Jiang Yan raised his head, and a face with long and narrow eyes like a fox appeared in front of him. He took a half step back in discomfort. The person in front of him was too tall, and he felt very oppressive. He didn't like to be with such a person. People get too close, like his uncles.

The visitor was wearing a brocade and white ink-embroidered official uniform and an extremely elegant crown. Jiang Yan had never fully learned court etiquette since he was eight years old. A person who can wear such a standard official uniform must be at least an official of the third rank or above.

It's hard to imagine that this person looks obviously not more than 26 seven years old, he is too young.

Jiang Yan didn't move. In this world, except for the grandfather and his uncles, he didn't need to salute anyone. He just quietly looked at the man with a warm smile in front of him.

"I've met Gu Xiang." Seeing the man's face, Zhou Ning immediately gave a big salute, and the maids and servants behind him also saluted one after another. Jiang Yan was a little surprised, but still didn't speak.

Gu Xi sized up the young man in front of him. There is no doubt that behind the young man is the royal guard of honor, but the standard on him is a bit difficult to distinguish. First of all, he has seen several of His Majesty's princes, and the age in front of him is not the right age. If it is the prince's son, this gorgeous body is a bit too much, if it is the son of the world, not only is it plain, but it also doesn't match the dragon pattern on the skirt, his fox-like eyes slightly stretched, "This is the second son of the East Palace? "

There was an older sister in front of Jiang Yan who married into the Marquis of Anping the year before last. Speaking of which, she was indeed the second son.

Jiang Yan didn't like Gu Qi, he just nodded slightly.

Gu Qi looked at Jiang Yan tenderly, and said, "Your Highness is going to see His Majesty right now?"

Jiang Yan let out a "hmm", raised his foot and planned to leave.At this moment, Gu Qi said again: "Your Majesty just got angry, I advise Your Highness to leave earlier."

Jiang Yan paused, and looked straight at Gu Qi with a pair of clear eyes: "Why are you angry?"

Gu Xi smiled gently: "Left and right are matters on the front line, it's very messy, Your Highness should not ask more questions."

Jiang Yan stopped talking. No one taught him these things. At most, his cousin would only mention some customs and customs in Mobei in his letter. Everyone was separating him from the court intentionally or unintentionally.

Jiang Yan knew that he didn't have the weight to make the emperor's grandfather happy, and he might be reprimanded if he went in rashly, so he planned to leave. He turned around, suddenly remembered something, and asked Gu Qi: "When will the sixth uncle return to the capital?"

Gu Xi smiled slightly, and Jiang Yan vaguely remembered that his uncle seemed to have mentioned that the prime minister, Gu Xi, belonged to the King of Qin. This time, the sixth uncle won a great victory at the front line. The emperor's grandfather proposed the title Chen for him, and Chen was Ziweixing. Passing on the throne, King Qin might not be able to sit still.

Jiang Yan has no feeling about who ascends to the throne. His father is the only legitimate son of the emperor's grandfather, and there is a layer of separation between him and other uncles. No matter who ascends the throne, the Pei family will treat him well.

Jiang Yan glanced at Gu Xi, probably knowing that this question might be sensitive, and he didn't plan to answer it, so he led the people back slowly.

At this time, Gu Qi's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Your Highness, it is better to use less spices in winter."

Jiang Yan looked back at him inexplicably. He really didn't understand if there was something wrong with this person's brain. He is a man, how could he use spices?

Gu Qi just smiled at him.

【He smells so good...】

It was still Gu Xi's voice, like whispering directly next to his ear, Jiang Yan's face suddenly changed.

Actually... I heard it again.

Jiang Yan didn't know how he got back to the East Palace, he locked himself in the room.

He knew from a young age that he was different, that he could hear the inner voices of others, even if only a little, but enough to cause panic.

Jiang Yan covered his head, unwilling to recall the day when he was young, when the Eastern Palace was full of blood.

"My son, my son?"

When Zhou Ning's voice came, Jiang Yan slowly raised his head: "Come in."

Zhou Ning pushed open the door, eyes lowered, but he was a little more intimate than others, "Master, are you still going to the banquet of Marquis Anping?"

Jiang Yan paused, "The emperor's grandfather is ill, and the royal capital has banned Sheng Le. Hasn't Marquis Anping's banquet been cancelled?"

"It's a banquet for scribes, so don't worry about it." Zhou Ning said, seeing Jiang Yan's pale and haggard face, he couldn't help persuading him, "Mr. What do you think?"

Jiang Yan remembered that he might not have seen his sister for a long time, nodded his head slightly, and asked: "The banquet of Marquis Anping will be held in the other courtyard in the mansion?"

Knowing what he was thinking, Zhou Ning said, "Although it's far away, but the young master doesn't drink, you can leave the table earlier and go see the princess."

Jiang Yan nodded, "Then change your clothes."

The descendants of Wangdu are all rich and powerful. Anping Hou's ancestors were once Taizong's favorite generals. Now the dynasty has only been passed down for a few generations, and the glory has not faded.

Jiang Yan arrived a bit late, not only because of the long distance to the Beiling Palace, but also because of the unwritten rule that the royal family's children always appear last, unless they have a very good relationship with the master's family. Although Marquis Anping is his sister's husband Son-in-law, but Jiang Yan and him really have no friendship at all.

The place of the banquet was in the courtyard. There were more than twenty exquisite mahogany tables with melons and fruits dishes on the open space. Even in winter, the maids who came and went to serve were still wearing thin clothes, showing their beautiful curves.

Jiang Yan caught sight of An Pinghou, who was handsome but couldn't hide his romantic attitude, in the middle of his eyes. He was holding a seductive singer in his arms. The singer was naked, showing two jade arms, and was smiling coquettishly. He drinks.

Jiang Yan's face suddenly darkened.