Chiwuxing

Chapter [-] - Yuhuang King Enxuan enters the East Palace, and Kyoko Jingwei leaves the school grounds

It's another year of spring, and the vegetation is overgrown and thriving.

On the school grounds, it was the grand martial arts contest of the Gyeonggi Army within a year. The soldiers in the barracks shouted loudly, and there were two people standing facing each other in the middle of the training ground. A man in a green robe stands with a knife in his hand.

Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Zi Jie, just let the horse come here today!"

As soon as the words fell, Tsing Yi moved first, and the saber technique was correct, and he slashed straight at the predecessors.The brown figure twisted his wrist to block back, and swung his sword more quickly in an instant. It seemed to be disorderly, but it was superior in agility and thoughtfulness.

Seeing that the time came, Fu Chen switched from defense to offense, sword shadows flew, and the soldiers on the field applauded again and again.

Tang Lan brandished his sword to defend himself, and in the shadows, a pair of stern and cold eyes like wild wolves approached in the shadow of the sword, and he suddenly lost his mind.

"hiss!"

Fu Chen quickly pulled his hand away, and saw a bright red streak on Tang Lan's tiger's mouth, and a few drops of blood splashed down.

Fu Chen came back to his senses, hurriedly dropped the sword, and said in shame, "What's wrong?...Sorry, I didn't keep the sword just now."

"It's okay," Tang Lan patted his arm nonchalantly, "It's not a serious injury, the sword has no eyes, and it's normal to bleed in the arena."

Fu Chen insisted on pulling him off, and said worriedly, "I'll take you to apply the medicine."

Tang Lan smiled, didn't take it seriously, and followed him out of the crowd.

"I think your swordsmanship has improved again recently, but it's too powerful." Tang Lang sighed as he walked.

"You're not bad, you're also one of the best swordsmen in the army, but you're always lazy in training," Fu Chen warned in a warm voice, "If you work harder, you'll be one of the best swordsmen."

"Hey, Zi Jie," Tang Lan put his arm on Fu Chen's shoulder, and said with lingering fear in his heart, "Why did you look so fierce when you drew the sword just now? It's so different from usual, it scared me for a moment."

"Ah?" Fu Chen smiled mischievously, "Really? Hehe, it's okay..."

"Don't blame me for being hypocritical. The look in your eyes just now was really like the wolves I saw when I was hunting. I almost thought you were going to kill me..." Tang Lan sighed, lifted the curtain and walked in. account.

Fu Chen wiped off the blood for him, took out the commonly used bruise ointment and applied it on him.

"Okay," Tang Lan looked at the wound that had stopped bleeding, and asked, "There is still a competition over there, do you want to go and watch?"

Fu Chen smiled and said: "I won't go there, I was a little tired just now, I want to take a rest."

"Alright then, I'll go first." Tang Lan got up and stepped out of the tent.

"Tang Lan," Fu Chen chased after him, saw Tang Lan turned his head, and with guilt in his eyes, he lowered his head and smiled, showing a bit of shame, "I didn't keep the sword during the competition just now, I'm really sorry..."

Tang Lan turned her head and waved her hand, signaling that she should not take it to heart.Turning around and feeling complicated, did the illusion just now really happen to this always gentle and even somewhat submissive young man?He couldn't help but look back again, only to see the man standing in front of the tent, still with a bent and slumped back, looking meek.The young man's eyes were following him away, but they were in a daze, without the oppressive force he felt just now.

Fu Chen saw that Tang Lan didn't enter the crowd in the distance, so he turned around and left.

"Fu Chen! Just now your swordsmanship is so good! You can teach me sometime when you have time!" A young soldier in military uniform came to meet him face to face.

Fu Chen smiled gently: "Okay, definitely!"

After all, instead of passing by, the smile turned into peace at the moment of passing.

The young man didn't go back to the camp to rest according to what he told Tang Lan just now, he glanced at the sight of people everywhere, and quickly rushed into the depths of the hunting paddock at the foot of Qishan Mountain next to him.

The grass and trees are deep, and I can only see a dark color passing by, leaving the light and shadow interlaced on the ground.

The young man came to a piece of marble half a person's height, groped for a while in the overgrown weeds behind, and found several cloth bags. The heavy bags contained the soil and gravel he had dug anywhere.

He skillfully tied several cloth bags between his legs, waist and abdomen, and shoulders and arms respectively, and in an instant he drew his sword again, and the figure flickered.

If it was said that in the martial arts training ground just now, it was a flying dragon, brisk and nimble, but now it is the sword that cuts the stars, as fast as lightning, where the sword energy roars, the branches and leaves are all scattered.

The sun sank, reflected on the thin blade, and the light spots flickered, smashing the colors.

The gust of wind stopped suddenly, Fu Chen stabbed the sword into the ground, bent his knees and half knelt, and the maroon robe slowly fell to the ground.

He gently calmed down his panting, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

Fu Chen raised his head. At noon, the scorching sun was raging. He just looked straight at the red sun without taking his eyes off it.

After a while, Fu Chen gently raised his hand to cover his right eye.

As far as he could see, the sun was still full, but a blurred white ring appeared on the border, which was dim... He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, exposing a row of blue veins on the back of his sweaty cellulose hand.

Longqi Mountain is located in the northern outskirts of the Imperial Capital, adjacent to the middle reaches of the Jinhe River. The water is rippling, the green peaks rise up, towering into the clouds, and enjoy the natural aura of heaven and earth. Therefore, it is the place where the imperial mausoleum of the Yan Kingdom is placed, and it is also the place where the royal family worships their ancestors and heaven every year. place.

At dawn, the fog in the mountains has not faded. From the bottom of the mountain to the peak, a dark black line runs along the mountain road.

At this time, a man stood in front of the imperial temple on the top of the peak, dressed in light armor, and shouted to the guards standing beside the jade steps: "Today is the time for the ancestor worship ceremony of the imperial court over the years, and now it happens that His Royal Highness King Xuan is appointed as the crown prince. Tell Lie Zong. The royal family, relatives, ministers and nobles will all come. On the occasion of this grand event, when we are waiting for the Jingji auxiliary army to contribute, the rites and procedures we receive must not be wrong!"

The guards below held their sabers, motionless as a mountain.

"Boom-"

The bell of Sishi rang, and the guard of honor of the Son of Heaven walked up slowly from the foot of the mountain.

It was early spring, and the sky was filled with slender rain, which moistened the earth and added a lot of natural beauty to this ceremony.

The Emperor Yan was headed, with his dragon robe hanging on the ground, and his crown swaying slightly.

Fu Chen stood silently next to the jade steps, seeing this battle for the first time, he couldn't help but look at the emperor's guard of honor, the solemn and solemn feeling that struck him made him feel distant and strange.

Immediately after the Son of Heaven is King Xuan, who is now the crown prince. His appearance is not clear, but his stature is slightly thinner than the emperor's.

The white marble steps in the middle are full of nobles and nobles, python robes and jade belts, and rings and jingles.

Fu Chen watched the guard of honor in the distance gradually approaching, and when he looked intently, everyone's faces became more and more clearly visible.

If it is said that things in the mortal world have antecedent causes, and fate is pre-determined, then the fate and encounter between people can be determined with just a glance.

Among the bustling crowds, the first person he saw clearly was not the emperor, prince, concubine or beauties, nor the benefactor Ni Congwen who was at the head of the group of officials, but the only one in the crowd sitting on a metal wheelchair The figure, when viewed from a finer point of view, is obviously a shortcoming of being recessed in front of the crowd, but it alone occupies an abrupt angle of view, so it directly falls into the center of Fu Chen's eyes.

The man in the wheelchair was wearing a royal robe with a black and red gold border, a jade crown tied his hair, and two thin dark red ribbons hung down from the crown, tied around his chest and hung a white jade cover, which complemented the black robe.The man looked dignified, and even sitting on the chair, one could still tell that he was tall and tall, like a crouching tiger, occupying the throne.

Obviously it is necessary to look up and look at people's humble position, but yet they have an aura of calmness and self-prestige.

When he was getting closer and closer, in the thin mist and rain, Fu Chen could clearly see his cheeks, brows and eyes, the brow bones were high, the eye sockets were deep-set, and the narrow and long eyes were deep and quiet. .He has been garrisoned outside the border all year round, but he does not see the swarthy look he thought he thought, and the pale lips add a little sickness, his eyes are not squinted, calm and calm.

In the army, Fu Chen heard that King Yu was promoted to the head of the Red Armor after reaching the crown. Whenever he fought with the army, he had to wear a mask to cover his face.Just because this barbarian face was not liked by the emperor in the palace, and he was ridiculed by the enemy generals in the battle, his natural face became an unacceptable crime for both sides, I don't know what this man misses in his heart.

Seeing the guard of honor pass by in a hurry, and the man's figure blurred in the spring rain, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.What would those deep and simple eyes look like when they were staring at someone?

The century-old cypresses on both sides of the top of the mountain are like dense clouds covering the sky, and the square copper tripod stands in the center. The main entrance of the Zhuhong Ancestral Hall is wide open, with a high threshold, and a large red gold plaque hangs above it, which reads: Brilliance for descendants.

The emperor offered incense, looked towards the ancestral temple, and signaled to the purple-robed eunuch to start.

Jiang Hua unfolded the yellow cloth scroll and read aloud:

"At the beginning of the chaos, the ancestors obeyed the will of heaven, sympathized with all people, and caressed the four directions, so that the five grains will be abundant and the six animals will flourish. Since I was ordered, I have followed the instructions of the ancestors and the people of the world. ..."

"Zongzheng's son, Yi, depends on the gift of heaven. He is respectful and virtuous, filial and respectful, and he is named the crown prince and enters the East Palace."

"Consolation to my ancestors, offering incense from the heart. Carve stones and worship again, pray with praises, the gift is complete, Fuwei still eats!"

Everyone kowtowed with the emperor, and the green smoke overflowed from the furnace into the air.

When Fu Chen raised his head, he saw in the distance, amidst the crowd, that person was still sitting alone, rising from the humble position just now against the backdrop of the crowd.It seems that the so-called level is only a time limit.

After thinking about it, he searched backwards for the eunuchs in fine clothes in the courtiers. After observing for a long time, he found that apart from the purple-robed eunuch beside the emperor who was reciting sacrificial rites, there was only one ochre-colored figure standing in front of the crowd. The position of the official is obviously not low.

Is that person Jia Yun?

Wearing a black gauze crown, he was obviously dressed as an eunuch.Among the long-bodied officials, only that figure was short, fat and short, but he was still in the front row.It's just that the distance is too far, and the face can't be seen clearly for a while.

Staring at the side silhouette, Fu Chen felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, his breathing began to be extremely rapid, but thinking about the occasion and the advice of others, he had to forcefully suppress it, closed his eyes for a while to relax, Just calmed down a bit.Fang Yi turned his gaze away, and happened to bump into Ni Congwen's gaze that swept over when he got up.

A long distance away, Fu Chen and his eyes met each other without stopping.

After the ceremony, it was already sunset, and everyone went down the mountain and returned to the city along the way.

The emperor was still ahead, and the ministers and concubines parted ways and returned.

"Your Highness."

An official in military robes walked up to Zong Zhengxi, respectfully cupped his hands and said, "I have something to do, and invite Your Highness to talk about it at the foot of the mountain."

Seeing Jia Yun's expression, Zong Zhengxi guessed what he was going to say, and it was inconvenient for the crowd to talk too much, so he just nodded slightly: "Okay."

Then he swiveled the chair and walked in front, and Jia Yun followed respectfully.

The mountain road is winding and difficult, but the man's hands are steady and powerful when turning the wheelchair, neither slow nor hasty.

Gradually to the depths of the dense forest, there is no one left.Jia Yun followed and stopped in a clean space.

"What do you want to say?" Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyes.

"Your Highness," Jia Yun said seriously, "Your Highness, do you still remember your answer when I asked you why you joined the army many years ago when you were newly in charge of the military and trained the Red Armored Army?"

"I know what you mean." Zong Zhengxi didn't answer.

"Your Highness, please answer my question." Jia Yun lost his respectfulness just now and added a little more sternness.

Zong Zhengxi smiled lightly, but his eyes were icy cold, and he said in a low voice, "Attack against bandits outside, guard Yankang inside."

Jia Yun turned his head and said: "Since the defeat of the southern barbarians in Qiannan a year ago, the barbarians have retreated to Liangu Pass to recuperate. But the dangers have not been swept away, and after all, hidden worries are hard to get rid of. The personal guards of the Red Armored Army are elites trained by His Highness. The dormancy in the camp for the past year has caused some soldiers to worry about other things."

There was a look of worry in his eyes: "This is a great time to raise troops and strengthen the army. The battle has been successful, and the matter of rectifying the military strength will be submitted to the Privy Council for further discussion. If the approval is approved, the ambition is sure to win. Your Highness must not be depressed and self-defense at this time. great cause."

"When the Red Armored Army was selecting officers and men, they deliberately selected people with outstanding martial arts skills. However, martial arts and martial virtues have always been difficult to balance. Even though there are many excellent martial arts in the army, I have no way of knowing what they really think," Zongzheng said. "Sometimes evil thoughts arise from sideways, and it is the foundation that misses the foundation of Chijia's entire army."

Jia Yun was silent.

The birds on the branches flew up, and a gust of wind blew away the noise in the countryside, making it more and more silent.

"This is also a matter of helplessness," Jia Yun said, shaking his head, "An Neng can get undyed silk and pure water..."

Zong Zhengxi closed his eyes, and the eyelids covered the halo:

"...I have been far away from the court since I was a child, but I have forgotten that there are people who are fighting against each other and conflicting interests. Since there is no way to see the true thoughts under the surface, why not let it go and act according to the situation."

After a short pause, the man withdrew his facial expression, curled his lips and sneered: "Although I have no intention of being trapped in the vortex of power, I don't want to be on the mountain, I will be on the mountain. My mother was kind before she was alive, but she didn't end well. This is the so-called destiny." Is it? Huh."

Just now, the bell of fate at the festival can still be heard.

emperor.God.Tianjun.

It was rare for a man to show his true emotions. Jia Yun had a complex expression, and interjected and sighed: "It seems that His Highness still has trouble letting go of Mrs. Lingfu."

Zongzheng Xi's eyes turned sharp, and he didn't want to say any more, he just mocked: "The Red Armor Army was built by the founding emperor of the Yan Dynasty. However, he neglected his arrogance and underestimated the enemy, resulting in future troubles. At that time, the Nanman was only a tiny place, living in the south, paying tribute and surrendering. I will let the southern barbarians wreak havoc and disturb our border."

Jia Yun shook his head: "The Nanman clan is full of witchcraft, insidious and cunning, and its lord, Fu Xuan, acts recklessly and has a strong greed. He is no more open-minded than I, a gentleman in Yanlu."

"It's a pity that my dynasty has been in peace for a long time, and the style of advocating literature and suppressing martial arts prevails. Even the [-] cavalry in red armor are only [-] elite, and the talents of generals are few and far between. The former emperor changed the recruitment system to the government military system, which reduced the overall army. The cohesion and enthusiasm of the army. You and I tried our best to reject all opinions before, so we selected the eight thousand red armored guards from the original Yiwei, and guaranteed that they would still use the recruitment system, but the effect is always not as good as before. "

"The rich and powerful enjoy themselves, while the common people are immature. They always wait until the people's livelihood is in decline before people understand the importance of military affairs." Zongzheng Xi said.

Jia Yunyan: "The Privy Council has done its best on the issue of military expenditures. I have negotiated with Jin Duo for a long time, and I know that he has done his best. Your Majesty is also under pressure from the officials. This great cause of strengthening the army still has to be done slowly."

Zong Zhengxi kept silent.

"Your Highness, come back."

The person opposite was still speechless.

Jia Yun went on to say: "Since the Southern Banners' flags and drums have ceased for a year, His Highness's staying behind closed doors will inevitably discourage many soldiers who follow him. Recently, the Imperial Guards in Gyeonggi and the Auxiliary Army have competed to choose their talents. There are also rumors among the Yiwei Army in various places. There are quite a few good seedlings, and Jin Duo is also paying attention to some newcomers. Your Highness...it's time to return to the army."

"You know I'm not a weak-willed person."

The man's voice was low and mellow, but dangerous sparks burst out.

Jia Yun seemed to understand the deep meaning in the words, looked at this man who he watched growing up, but became more and more elusive, and could only say: "Wars are up and down, what are the common people guilty of? We don't fight all the year round for the sake of wasting time and money. You . . . always do it yourself."

If the words are not speculative, Jia Yun wants to turn around and go first.

"Slow down." The man whispered.

Jia Yun turned around and saw Zong Zhengxi staring at the bushes to the west without moving his eyes.

There are distant birdsong in the air, accompanied by the faint ding-dong of the stream.

People who practice martial arts have excellent five senses, and their ears are much sharper than ordinary people.

With a strange expression on Jia Yun's face, he quietly paced deep into the bushes to the west, took a closer look for a moment, turned his head and gave Zong Zhengxi a slight nod, and Zong Zhengxi turned the wheelchair forward.

The back of the grove faces a cliff slope, and the bottom of the slope is the downstream of the mountain spring with gurgling water.

It's a pity that in the sound of running water, accompanied by some hurried and uncoordinated sounds of leaves falling, rustling.

Just at the rocky place at the bottom of the slope, a black figure flew lightly, the sword light shone invisible, and the gray cloth bags tied to the waist, abdomen, shoulders and arms could be vaguely seen sinking down.Wufa floated in the air with the fallen leaves, and the sword in his hand moved swiftly.

"He is a member of the auxiliary army in Gyeonggi today." Zong Zhengxi said in a calm tone.

"It's true when you look at the clothes," Jia Yun nodded and replied, he was surprised, he never thought that a man could pay attention to these details, he turned to look at the sword dancer below, and said, "It's not bad at such a young age. It is also rare for a sword to be so fast. It seems that he is willing to endure hardships."

He observed the moves of the young man below, and Wu Nian couldn't help but nodded secretly.

"Why don't you call me to ask," Jia Yun said with approval, raising some internal energy, "Who are you?"

Fu Chen was intoxicated by the power of the sword, when he suddenly heard a thick human voice asking, his heart was terrified, he quickly put away his sword and looked around, and saw a person sitting on a wheelchair under the trees on the tree slope above, with indifferent eyes come down.

Fu Chen was startled, dropped his sword, untied the cloth bag tied around his body, approached, and knelt cowardly at the foot of the slope, trembling all over: "I have seen His Royal Highness King Yu, villain... I don't know His Highness Here, for disturbing Your Majesty, I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

The young man knelt down on the ground, bowed his head deeply, and could only see the raised spine under the clothes, rising and falling with the shaking of the body.

Zong Zhengxi saw that the ends of the black hair scattered on his shoulders were curled up, which was the unique appearance of the Southern barbarians.

Seeing that Zongzhengxi remained silent, Jia Yun answered, "Are you from the auxiliary army in Gyeonggi?"

"Yes," the young man's voice was meager, with a trembling tail, completely missing the fierce appearance of Jianfei just now.

"What's your name?"

"Fu, Fu Chen."

Seeing his promise, Jia Yun frowned slightly, and said: "I don't blame you for the crime of disturbing you. I just saw your outstanding swordsmanship and I invited you to inquire. You can go to practice as much as you want, and serve my country Yan."

"Understood, the villain will leave." As if hearing the amnesty, the young man hastily disappeared elsewhere.

Jia Yun turned around and sighed to Zong Zhengxi: "I thought he was a bloody man, but he looks like he can't hold his breath... Is it rare for me to be mistaken?"

Zong Zhengxi didn't take it seriously, and said: "Cowardice always has more conscience than vicious Xiangyuan."

"That's right," Jia Yun nodded, and then laughed, "It's also my fault for being rigid. I have been in the army all day watching a group of cavalry under Liao Hui's men be arrogant, and I almost regard martial arts practitioners as rough men like that. Indeed. Ah, people's disposition and temperament are determined by nature, and have nothing to do with the affairs of later generations."

"General, it is a big taboo to be talented without virtue. It is true that honest and honest people are needed. Can bear hardships, let alone a down-to-earth person. You can pay attention to it in the future. Maybe you really have great talent."

Zong Zhengxi was always generous in pouring cold water on him, saying: "Although his swordsmanship is fast, his internal strength is weak and frivolous. Either he has a chronic illness, or he just deliberately concealed the appearance of eavesdropping on purpose."

Jia Yun shook his head and sighed bitterly: "...Your Highness is too worried."

Fu Chen originally practiced swordsmanship hard during his daily martial arts practice, but he didn't want to run into King Yu by chance, so he fled into the military barracks of the school field with anxiety on his face. Suddenly, he saw a commotion beside the school field gate.

"Zijie!"

Just when he was wondering what happened, Fu Chen turned his head with a familiar exclamation, and a familiar figure in Tsing Yi squeezed out from the crowd, it was Tang Lan.

Seeing him running towards him panting, Fu Chen raised his eyes to look at him, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Have you read the notice at the door?"

"Not yet," Fu Chen said, "What happened?"

"It's over!" Tang Lan's eyes were full of excitement, "The results of this month's competition have just been delivered, and the top [-] can be transferred to the eight thousand red armor guards under King Yu's command! You are three thousand capitals! Number one in the army! You are so amazing!"

Tang Lan pulled him away from the crowd gathered there, but some soldiers and guards who knew the two of them gave him some mixed looks from half a distance away from the school field.

Fu Chen was silent, lowering his eyes to avoid the gaze of others.

Tang Lan on the side continued to make noise.

"I am ranked nineteenth this time. I have just crossed the line. I am not in any danger, but I am already satisfied! It seems that it is not a loss to lose to you as the first hand a few days ago! The strength is not as good as yours, this is luck It's really rare, haha!" Tang Lan was still excited, seeing that Fu Chen's gaze was still blank, he patted him on the shoulder: "Tsk, are you so happy? Haha. "

"Huh?" Fu Chen came back to his senses, and smiled awkwardly, "I was thinking about King Yu... It was rumored that King Yu was suffering from a leg problem, and he hadn't set foot in the army this year, so he might not have the opportunity to participate in His Highness's personal training... "

"So what?" Tang Lan didn't care, put his arms on Fu Chen's shoulders casually, his eyebrows were beaming, and he was radiant, "Even if His Highness can't come in person, all the generals in the Red Armored Guards will be King Tongyu. After many years of side wars together, Admiral Jia can also personally supervise and supervise, so there is no way to advance? Oh, that's great."

Fu Chen turned his head slightly, his expression turned cold, his long eyelashes drooped, and a fierce light flashed.

Jia, Yun.

Late at night, the night is like ink.

Someone's figure flashed across the Gyeonggi barracks, startled a movement of birds, and heard the sound of stirring.

According to historical records: In the 31st year of Emperor Xisheng of Yanmin, the ice skin began to melt, and the spring rain continued.