Go back to ancient times to be God of War

In the opulent and smoky palace room, heart-piercing coughs could be heard continuously.

A little white-faced eunuch was nervously holding a spittoon, secretly looking up at the emaciated old man under the dragon robe on the hospital bed.

"Dong Qi, tell me about it... over there in Licheng..."

Emperor Yongjia coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a middle-aged man kneeling on the ground hurried forward to wipe it, but was pushed away by Emperor Yongjia with a wave of his hand.

"Return to Your Majesty." The white-faced eunuch hurriedly knelt down, and respectfully told the story that had been told countless times in the past two days: "The people in Licheng used all the red paper used for the New Year at home when General Xiaoqi returned triumphantly." It was made into a red Kongming lantern, and the whole city was decorated with lights and festoons. Thousands of people gathered in the center of Licheng to celebrate and sing.

The white-faced eunuch was articulate, and even if he had told the story countless times, he could still tell the story with gusto. Emperor Yongjia was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes were condensed a little bit, and he seemed to have some energy again.

"Okay..." He murmured: "He's a good guy. I was weak and sickly since I was a child, and I have never experienced such a heroic feeling of defending my home and country... Sometimes I really envy Qi Dashi. And such a good son..."

The middle-aged man kneeling at his feet pouted in an unnoticed corner.

"Rui'er, don't listen to me saying good things about others." Although Emperor Yongjia was old and seriously ill, his eyes were still sharp like an emperor's, his brows were tightly frowned, and he said to the middle-aged man earnestly: "These are good ministers and good generals. In the future, when you inherit the Great Reign, you must remember to appoint people on their merits, and I, Daxia Guangfu, will do this in one fell swoop! I’m afraid I won’t be able to last that day, and you have to bear the rest of the burden... Cough cough!"

As he spoke, Emperor Yongjia became emotional, coughed violently, and vomited up a puddle of black blood.

"Father, be careful." The prince scratched his head and hurried up to wipe his mouth for Emperor Yongjia.

Emperor Yongjia looked at his only son with some regrets. He was not in good health. He had been deprived of his body after going through wars and displacements. He had few heirs. He was the only son raised to adulthood. Ambitious, no assertiveness, although he is not young, but when he thinks of handing over the country to him, he really can't let go.

But... there is no other way.

Emperor Yongjia suddenly felt a burst of strong regret.

In the early years, he didn't rely on others, and because he was weak and sick, the government was controlled by Qi Yuankang, Xie Honglang, and He Xiu, several humerus veterans, wrestling with each other, and he, the emperor, was just like a decoration.Until Xie Honglang became an official, he vigorously supported main fighters such as Qi Dashi and Lu Kan, and at the same time cultivated a group of young hard-working factions such as Qi Yang and Xie Tingchun, and finally regained the lost homeland.However, now that the great vengeance has not been avenged, the frontier is not stable, and he still has unfulfilled ambitions, all these burdens can only be placed on the next generation.

"You have to remember, don't forget the national humiliation... The Qi family is loyal and capable, and they are all good generals. Although He Xiu and Lu Kan have some small thoughts of their own, they are generally capable and loyal ministers. The Xie family..." A bloody smell Suddenly surged up, Emperor Yongjia coughed again and again, the imperial robe on his chest was immediately stained red with blood.

"emperor!"

The imperial physicians rushed forward to diagnose and treat in horror, but Emperor Yongjia waved them back again: "I... can't be saved, come here, pass the throne to the crown prince..."

Before he could finish speaking, Emperor Yongjia suddenly convulsed violently, and fell on the bed with a face like gold paper, completely losing consciousness.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month in the eighth year of Yong'an, every household from the west of Jingcheng Road hung up white banners.

The death knell rang, and the crown prince ascended the throne, changing Yuan Jingming.

Even though Emperor Yongjia had been sick for so many years, the court was still a little hectic after the funeral. The former prince and now Emperor Tianqi sat on the dragon chair uncomfortably, beating each other one after another. yawn.

"Renren Lin, after my father left, I really can't adapt to such a busy political affairs, and I feel exhausted recently, can I ask the real person to refine some elixir for me?"

At this moment, there are only three people in the hall besides the servants, besides Emperor Tianqi and He Xiu, there is also a strange man with a silver beard and silver hair, a fairy-like character, who looks like He Xiu from behind, and is already old. However, if you observe carefully, you can find that this person's skin is firm, his eyes are bright, his waist is straight, and he seems to be rejuvenated.

The weird white-haired man known as Lin Zhenren twirled the whisk in his hands, and said with a clear face: "The emperor is very filial, and I have been very worried after the death of the first emperor. It's just that this elixir is very precious, and the materials are rare, and it is three-point medicine. Poison, taking it frequently is not a long-term solution, the emperor might as well take off the burden a little bit, let all the virtuous ministers share more worries in political affairs, and be quiet and inactive, so as to achieve greatness."

"Report to the emperor, I think..."

When He Xiu heard this, he couldn't help raising his head to try to refute. Master Lin looked at him with a smile, and rubbed his fingers threateningly at an angle that Emperor Tianqi couldn't see.

Old He Ge's pupils shrank, and a numbness rose from his body in an instant, Nuo Nuo bowed his head and stopped talking.

"What's the matter with He Aiqing?" Emperor Tianqi noticed He Xiu's hesitation, looked annoyed and critical at He Xiu's old face with dark circles and wrinkled skin: "I have already read the memorial of Dali Temple Minister, since the innocent , then let him go, you don’t have to talk to me any more.”

He Xiu's face turned blue and pale for a while, and he stopped talking for a long time, but finally he didn't speak.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Emperor Tianqi happily threw He Xiu aside.

His father told him that he could listen to Mr. He Ge and Lu Kan, but Lu Kan has an extreme personality and always loves to preach. He always said what he said every day without forgetting the national humiliation. , is really annoying.Although He Xiu is not as verbose as he is, and his political views are more in line with his wishes, but he is old-fashioned and ugly, and it makes him upset when he looks at it.

Looking around, the entire imperial court was full of old officials of his father, who would talk about what would have happened if he had been the first emperor, so that his ears would grow calluses.

Emperor Tianqi couldn't help picking his ears with a look of disgust.

"I want to promote some new officials. Now the court is full of old people. It's boring to look at, and I'm not in the mood to go to court." Emperor Tianqi flicked his fingers, as if he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Mr. He Ge: "A few years ago, that good-looking Tanhualang surnamed Xie, where is he now? I heard that he is quite capable and has made a lot of achievements?"

Although He Xiu was tired of Xie Honglang and his son, and his complexion was not very good, but he couldn't open his eyes and tell nonsense, so he briefly talked about Xie Tingchun's achievements in the past two years, and buckled Xie Tingchun several times without knowing his heart. Hat: "Most of his political achievements have been borrowed from General Xiao Qi, everyone knows. Mr. Xie also has a lot of opinions on his grandson. It is said that the relationship between the two is very tense."

However, He Ge's secret slander seemed to have no effect at all, and Emperor Tianqi waved his hand directly: "That sounds good, then call him back, and find a few younger ones together, our court It's time for new blood."

Reverend Lin on the side raised his head slightly, and a hint of calculation flashed in his radiant eyes.

**

Dusk in the capital.

A small green cloth sedan passed through the street full of white flags silently, and entered through an inconspicuous small door.

Although the door is small, there is a hole inside. The bearer walked along the dark corridor and soon arrived at a courtyard. In the center of the courtyard stood a silver-haired Taoist priest.

It was Lin Zhenren who was highly respected by Emperor Tianqi in the palace just now!

At this time, the door curtain of the sedan chair was opened from the inside, and a tall and thin young man in his early twenties walked out of it. After seeing the figure of Master Lin, he immediately knelt down and opened his mouth with a shocking sentence: "See you, my child!" past father."

If Emperor Tianqi saw such a scene, his eyes would pop out of their sockets in shock. This real Lin is clearly a Taoist priest, with white beard and hair, and at least seventy or eighty years old. How could he have such a young son? !

"Hey." At this moment, Master Lin completely lost his fairy-like appearance, and said with a sneer, "You trash, you can't do such a trivial thing as throwing a dead mouse. What's the use of recognizing you back? If you knew it, you should have put it away." You leave it in Longxi to fend for yourself!"

"Father, I know I was wrong." The young man bowed his head, raised his head after taking two steps on his knees, and looked at the real Lin in front of him with a gloomy face: "The child has already dealt with the sentence before he was released from prison. Give me one more chance."

With this movement of raising his head, his face was completely exposed, except for a little paleness and thinness, this face was very familiar with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, it turned out to be Lin Lesheng whom he hadn't seen for a long time!

Master Lin squinted his eyes, noncommittal.Although the two are father and son, they don't seem to have much family bond, but they have a somewhat indifferent taste of subordinates: "Bring the whip."

Lin Lesheng's body trembled involuntarily, and his face became even paler, but he didn't dare to neglect his hands, and quickly lifted off his shirt, revealing his bony back.

Soon someone beside him held a long silver whip and handed it to him. Immortal Lin waved his hand mercilessly to his son who was shivering slightly in the cold wind.

"Snapped!"

The whip fell on the flesh, making a crisp sound, and then fell like a storm. Lin Lesheng bit his lip forcefully, not daring to breathe, and soon there were clear bloodstains on his back.

After an unknown period of time, there was no good piece of meat on Lin Lesheng's back, so Master Lin gasped slightly and dropped the whip in his hand, turning a blind eye to him who was pale, and sat down at the table and picked up the teacup.

"Sai Fan from Rongguo came to the news, it's all because you were not quick at the time, now I have to promise him a lot of things with a smile in exchange for his continued support." Lin Zhenren took a sip unhappy Cha: "The situation in the Yi country is not very good. If this continues, the two bastards of the Qi family will drive them out."

When the word "Qi's family" was mentioned, Lin Lesheng's eyes showed a complex look, he couldn't tell whether it was nostalgia or resentment, he bowed his head and did not speak.

"The country of Yi has agreed to a false surrender. When the time comes, prepare an ambush and you will be responsible. Be careful this time, at least you can kill that little villain of the Qi family. Compared with his son, Qi Dashi has more weaknesses, so you can push him away." Let's deal with it later." Lin Zhenren said with a sneer, "If this happens, Xia Guo's strength will be greatly reduced, and we can fight in the open."

Lin Lesheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were a little wandering, and finally he made up his mind to close his eyes and said firmly: "Yes, father."

"This is what it looks like. You have to remember that you are the son of my Lin Yuanliang, and they owe us all of this." Immortal Lin's expression softened a little, and he regained his fairy-like, kind-hearted appearance: "Yes Now, you have contacts with that little scoundrel from the Qi family and that brat from the Xie family, right? How is their relationship? Is there room for a rift?"

Lin Lesheng's heart skipped a beat.

All kinds of memories flashed through my mind, Xie Tingchun's ruthless threat outside the barracks, the depression of two human figures on the haystack in the shooting range, and the two figures standing side by side when he was finally caught on the spot in the small courtyard...

He raised his head and muttered for a while, as if he didn't know how to describe it. The words "very good relationship" seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it, and a trace of disgust appeared on his face for a moment.

Master Xie caught his subtle expression changes and raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"

"It's okay." Lin Lesheng was in a trance, as if trying to persuade himself, his tone gradually became firm: "It's okay, just an ordinary colleague."

Immediately, Immortal Lin showed a satisfied expression: "That's right, since this is the case, then I can make the next move."

**

While this strange father and son were communicating with each other, the two "ordinary colleagues" they were discussing were huddling together in the rockery in the back garden of the government office, doing things that Lin Lesheng dared not imagine, and Lin Zhenren couldn't even imagine matter.

"Why did your majesty call you back to Beijing?" Qi Yang was out of breath, he managed to break free from Xie Tingchun's endless kisses, and with a wave of his hand, he caught his hand that had reached into his lapel at some point, and said angrily: "National mourning, please restrain me."

"I don't know either. Maybe it's not a good thing." Xie Tingchun added it up a little bit, looking like he didn't take the national funeral seriously at all.

"Then you're still here acting like nothing's wrong?!" Seeing his calm look of staying out of the matter, Qi Yang immediately twisted his nose in anger, and couldn't help but raise his voice a little.

"Hush——" Xie Tingchun grinningly put his finger on his lips, and rubbed it dishonestly: "Brother, keep your voice down, aren't you most afraid of being known by others?"

After that, he put on an aggrieved look, with "Come and comfort me" written all over his face: "It's all my brother's fault, he only agrees to give and receive with me in private, I'm just a poor fool who can't see the light..."

Having known each other for many years, I have long been used to seeing him acting, Qi Yang is unmoved: "Please save it, is this something glorious?"

"What's so disgraceful?" Xie Tingchun said with a look of reason: "I wish that everyone in the world would know that I am the authentic Mrs. Loyalty. No one can covet my family's husband, and no one can try to match you. From now on, I will be with my family's eldest daughter." The generals left their names in history together, and our story was written into a book, which will last forever and be taught to future generations... Eh? This idea is good, I will write under a pseudonym some other day..."

Seeing that his words became more and more outrageous, Qi Yang's face flushed red, he covered his mouth with all his strength and shouted in a low voice: "Stop talking!"

Being teased by Xie Tingchun's gag, most of Qi Yang's nervousness caused by the new emperor's sudden summoning of Xie Tingchun back to Beijing dissipated. Seeing this, Xie Tingchun smiled in satisfaction, and touched Qi Yang's no longer frowning brows. Only then did he return to the topic, and said softly: "Don't worry, don't you know about me? If you don't know, how can you be so relaxed?"

This is true.

Qi Yang can be regarded as watching Xie Tingchun grow up, this guy is young and mature, he has a set of tricks in the officialdom, he is much more comfortable than his big brother who can only fight, and even many colleagues are courtesy of Xie Tingchun Those who do it for him can really be called "long-sleeved and good at dancing".For his ability, Qi Yang naturally believed deeply, but after all, going to the capital is full of unknown risks, and now the relationship between the two is different from the past, and the care is chaotic.

"Of course I believe you." Qi Yang straightened Xie Tingchun's face, and said in a very serious tone: "But it's easy to hide a hidden arrow, so you should be more careful, you know? I still have to go to Sucheng to surrender." , I can't accompany you on this trip, the weather is getting warmer and colder now, don't be too prettier and wear too little clothes, and catch the wind and cold, let the rich and noble take care of you..."

Seeing the undisguised concern in his eyes, Xie Tingchun felt that the nagging voice was like a fairy music to his ears, and there was no sweeter nagging than this.Unable to twitch the corners of his mouth, he suddenly pounced on him again, using his stalking technique, his arms and legs tightened tightly around Qi Yang, and his voice sounded dreamy: "Sure enough, big brother still loves me the most, so happy .”

Qi Yang was hugged by him like this, and a corner of his heart gradually softened. The setting sun shone on his back through the gaps in the rockery, and it was warm, giving him a taste of peace and tranquility.

Suddenly I feel... It's really good to have someone to worry about all the time.

The two hugged quietly for a while, Qi Yang stretched out his hand and gently patted Xie Tingchun's back twice, but following his movements, something that was not quite right to the touch and temperature was obviously on his thigh .

"Xie-ting-chun-"

A voice of gnashing of teeth came from behind the rockery in a low voice.

"Can you stop thinking about it for a quarter of an hour?!"

"It's not my fault." A clear male voice sounded slightly aggrieved: "It's all because my brother is too charming, and parting is imminent, how can I bear it?"

"You come down first... um..."

The voice of speaking suddenly disappeared, and the strange sound of water sounded again. Fu Gui, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the rockery and watching the wind, yawned boredly.

He obviously hasn't eaten yet, why does he feel so full?

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Today I saw that some friends were worried about me feeding the knife, don't worry, we agreed to be each other's little sweets!

Seeing this, you probably got it, and the next step is all kinds of play that you think we will fight against each other, but in fact, we will go out together as soon as we get home. , suck and suck, let me quickly stop the little sports car that is full of my mind...

——Thank you Junjun for mine! ————

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Landmine]: Junjun loves to eat 1 hamburger;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!