Improper stepping stone for men

"Huang Guiqing is really getting more and more arrogant. He even dared to go straight to Quanyang Palace. He didn't pay attention to His Highness at all." Mingbuping.

"I'm not even angry, why are you so angry?" Yang Yan glanced at him and said a little funny.

"Your Highness has such a good temper, that's why cats and dogs dare to be presumptuous!" He Liu Po ​​hated iron for being weak, and didn't realize that it was Yuanjun's connivance that made him dare to say such half-complaints in front of him. if.

Yang Yan has lived for tens of thousands of years since he could remember, so he naturally wouldn't care about a "child", shook his head and said with a smile: "He won't be arrogant for a few days, just let him go!"

These days, He Liu had already discovered that the master was planning some great event. Hearing this, he was startled for a moment, and wisely did not continue to ask, but there was a bright smile on his face. He believed that the master had his own plan in his heart. , will not be easily deceived.

If Yang Yan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely sigh helplessly for his blind trust. With the character and strategy of the original owner, I am afraid that he will really live up to his expectations.

Fortunately, it is him who is here now. He has traveled through so many lives, and even the emperor has been in power for decades. He is already proficient in all kinds of conspiracies and calculations. In short, he will not be disappointed.

Time passed silently in this undercurrent for two months. Finally, good news came from the border. Marshal Cen won the battle with the barbarians, and he will lead the army back to Beijing soon.

It was already past the middle of the twelfth lunar month when Cen Geng arrived. In order to lull her, Le Xiaoyu personally led all the officials to the city gate to welcome the meritorious officials.

The New Year and the victory of the war made the whole capital boil. Countless people walked out of their houses and gathered on both sides of the road to see the heroic appearance of the Generalissimo. Cheers.

When she appeared as the king of a country before, she never got such a loud shout. Le Xiaoyu's face was slightly gloomy, but as a princess who was not valued, she killed eight queen sisters and succeeded in ascension to the throne. Don't worry. Not to mention the ability to disguise is at least very strong.

Although she was already very displeased in her heart, she didn't notice the slightest bit. When everyone went to kneel outside the city to worship, she walked down step by step, helped the Generalissimo with her own hands, and said happily: "Marshal Cen and all the officers and men went all the way. Thank you for your hard work, it is a blessing for the country and the people to have you in this dynasty."

"The emperor's praise is ridiculous, but my humble minister is ashamed and dare not be ashamed. It is a blessing for the country and the people to have the emperor at the court." Cen Geng stood up and replied humbly.

Her stature is extremely high, half a head taller than the emperor's height of nearly 1.9 meters, and she needs to raise her head slightly to see the two of them.

Moreover, compared to the emperor's slender figure, he was very strong, his arms and thighs were muscular, and he was covered with heavy armor. When the two stood facing each other, a strong sense of oppression came over them.

Le Xiaoyu was overwhelmed by her aura, and her mood became even worse, but she had to wear a mask of a smile on her face, and said a few polite words before ending this very tortured welcome ceremony.

The 5000 people who traveled with him had their own deputies to settle down. Cen Geng went back to the Marshal's Mansion to wash off all the dust and went to the palace to resume the war. Finally, he asked to see Yuanjun as usual.

In order not to arouse the vigilance of the Cen family's mother and son, Le Xiaoyu visited Quanyang Palace from time to time these days, trying to repair the relationship with Yuan Jun, but unfortunately Yang Yan refused to accept the offer, so she could only give various expensive things instead, but still The door was not knocked.

Under such circumstances, of course she did not dare to let the two of them meet, fearing that Yuan Jun would say something that should not be said and ruin her plan, but fortunately she was well prepared.

Now hearing the words, he immediately frowned slightly, and said with a worried look: "A few days ago, Yuan Jun learned that the marshal was about to return in triumph. He was so happy that he didn't sleep well all night, and he accidentally caught the wind and cold."

"How is Yan'er?" Cen Geng asked eagerly, his face full of tension.

"Marshal, don't worry," Le Xiaoyu said while paying attention to her expression calmly, "Yuan Jun has recovered a lot after the imperial physician's treatment, and he must be healed in a few days."

Cen Geng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said a little reproachfully, "Why is this kid so careless? I'll go and see him now."

"No!" Le Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped her, and met her suspicious eyes and said, "Although Yuan Jun's health is mostly healed, he is still a little weak. I am afraid that seeing the Marshal suddenly, excessive emotional fluctuations will not be conducive to the condition. .”

"The emperor is right," Cen Geng thought for a while, "The minister will visit the palace after a few days, but I don't know how long it will take for Yan'er to recover."

Le Xiaoyu observed her complexion carefully, saw that she didn't seem suspicious, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It's only a few days left, I plan to hold a celebration banquet in three days' time, for the Marshal Take the wind and wash away the dust with all the soldiers, and when the time comes, Yuan Jun can attend."

After a short pause, she said very considerately: "After the banquet, I will allow you to meet with Yuan Jun, so as to relieve your mother and son's longing for relatives."

Cen Geng accepted her words without any objection, bowed and said: "According to the emperor's arrangement, I have thanked the emperor."

Everything was going according to the plan, Le Xiaoyu was very satisfied in his heart, and he exchanged some pleasantries with her before letting her kneel down. After the woman's tall figure disappeared outside the hall, the expression on her face suddenly became gloomy.

"Come on!" She called softly, and immediately someone quietly walked out of the shadows, kneeling respectfully and saluting.

"Pay attention to the movements of Quanyang Palace in the past few days, and check all incoming and outgoing letters. Don't let the wind get out." Le Xiaoyu ordered coldly.

"Slave obeys the order." The man replied softly, and after she waved her arm, she retreated silently into the shadows, and the hall became quiet again, as if no one else had ever been there.

The three days passed in a flash, and the palace held a banquet to welcome the Generalissimo to celebrate his victory. At the same time, it was an annual feast, and the door of Quanyang Palace, which had been closed for several months, finally opened on this day.

In order not to expose the flaws, the emperor sent someone to send gorgeous clothes early. The bright yellow robes were expensive, and it was said that they were made of extremely rare warm silk from the South China Sea.

This kind of silk thread has its own warmth, and it is most suitable for making clothes in winter. However, it is a pity that it is very rare and the output is extremely low. The annual output is less than one catty. Even the emperor saved it for several years to make such a thing. clothes.

Although Yang Yan won't be afraid of cold weather after he develops his inner strength, he will certainly not refuse if he can dress lightly and aboveboard, but he will not be grateful for those gorgeous but heavy jewelry, so he still asks He Liu to simply pull his hair. With a bun and a plain hairpin inserted, she dressed lightly and went to the battle.

In this world, except for the reversal of yin and yang in which women are respected, other habits are not much different from the ancient world of male dominance. Men and women still have great defenses, but they are restricted to become relatively weak men.

The women are drinking and having fun, and there are beautiful men with singing and dancing to help them out, but the men are sitting together, chatting softly with each other about some trivial things about their parents, and they have to be cautious in their words and deeds for fear of being caught by the wrong name. Festival.

As the most honorable man in the country, Yang Yan arrived at the last moment before the banquet started. His slender figure, nearly a head taller than ordinary men, caught everyone's attention as soon as he arrived.

Those wives didn't see him a few times a year, and even the servants in the palace hadn't seen this Yuan Jun for several months, and now they were all stunned on the spot when they saw him.

The face is still the same. At the moment when men regard weakness as beauty, Yuan Jun's tough facial features and too tall body are still not a "beautiful" word, but his whole body makes it difficult to use "ugly" Two words to describe.

He has a slender figure, and there is a sense of coquettishness in his gestures. The corners of his thin clothes are swaying in the air, and his eyes lightly sweep over, seemingly ruthless but also full of infinite affection.

Those Huaichun boys who came with their father couldn't help but blushed when he saw them, lowered their heads shyly, and their small chests were beating non-stop.

Even the faces of some of the husbands had a faint red cloud, and it was a pity that Yuan Jun wrongly cast a male fetus. If it was a woman, it would definitely attract countless young girls to love and admire.

There was a brief moment of silence in the entire hall, and soon everyone came back to their senses, and they all stood up and said blessings lightly: "Welcome Yuan Jun, Yuan Jun is blessed and safe."

"Get up, you don't need to be too polite." Yang Yan said lightly, and calmly sat on the top phoenix seat.

"His Royal Highness Xie Yuanjun." Everyone blessed the body again, and sat down one by one, waiting for him to continue to speak, but after a long while they didn't wait, they looked up quietly, only to see him reclining on the seat in a very shapeless manner , eyes still gently closed.

Everyone didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay, and the atmosphere in the hall was a little awkward for a moment.

Fortunately, the noble person who presided over the banquet this time was a tactful person. Seeing that Yuan Jun had no intention of lecturing, he quickly signaled the servants around him to bring in the musicians. The sound of silk and bamboo quickly broke the silence in the room.

The soft music soothed the tense nerves of the attendants and Mrs. Ming. After a brief silence, they started chatting with each other again, and slowly restored the previous atmosphere.

But now their topic inevitably brought up the Yuanjun who had changed a lot. The men always paid the most attention to his costume and makeup, and soon they talked about his flimsy clothes.

After knowledgeable people mentioned that it might be made by the legendary Nanhai Nuansi, suppressed low voices sounded in the hall one after another.