I want it all

How else could Shen Feiyun react, so he could only coax Li You.

After Li You finished talking about how difficult it was for the emperor, he began to complain again, talking about his hard work and hard work these years, and being imprisoned by the abolished prince. He once thought that he would go west with the emperor.

He spoke emotionally and skillfully, Shen Feiyun didn't sound too tired, and even had some relish.

Shen Feiyun felt that there was more to say, but Li You just clicked on it.

Li You wiped away the tears on his face, narrowed his red and cloudy old eyes, forced a smile and said:

"Your Majesty explained the old slave's question, the young master answered in detail, I am really grateful. Many things don't need to be pursued too clearly, what does the young master think?"

"Let's get along." Shen Feiyun said casually.

Li You nodded and got up, and also supported Shen Feiyun, saying: "To tell you the truth, Your Majesty is too sick. The imperial doctor said that he won't be able to survive this winter, and there is not much time left. The old slave has been serving you since childhood, and now he wants to accompany His Majesty alone , please forgive me..."

As soon as Shen Feiyun heard it, he knew that the word "alone" was a tactful way of chasing guests away.

He originally planned to say some beautiful words before leaving, such as "Uncle is blessed and blessed, and he will surely turn the crisis into peace."

But since Li You admits that time is running out, it is inconvenient for him to say such things again, it seems like he is slapping his face, he doesn't understand human language, and he is polite.

Shen Feiyun immediately said wisely: "I'm leaving now, I heard that there is a gymnasium that is very effective, I will go to pray for uncle."

Li You led Shen Feiyun out, laughed through his tears, and boasted repeatedly: "It's hard for the young master to be so caring, and it's not in vain that His Majesty often talks about the young master."

Shen Feiyun smiled secretly, he has never been summoned for two years, the emperor probably still doesn't want to see him, he thinks he is a romantic all over the world, discrediting the infatuated Shen Zhao, really talking about him is also a reprimand.

While speaking, Shen Feiyun bid farewell, just as he walked outside the door, he wanted to pull Jian Yishan to leave together, when he heard Li You shout: "The virtuous king, please stay, Your Majesty is here to welcome you."

Seeing his old friend coming in, Shen Feiyun felt that there was no point in waiting, so he stepped out and walked out of the palace gate after a while.

He got into the carriage and waited for Jian Yishan to go home together.

But when he was hungry and the sun was setting, Jian Yishan didn't come out yet.

Just when he was starting to feel a little anxious, a big man with a beard came quickly and said to him: "Young Master Shen, don't wait any longer, please allow me to send someone to take you back to the Marquis' Mansion."

Shen Feiyun thought for a while, then smiled slightly and said, "Thank you."

·

Three days later, Yanzhou rebelled.

The next day, news of Jian Yichen's dismissal spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an.

Everything was just as Shen Feiyun expected, it fell into the schemes of Su Lang and Jian Yishan early in the morning.

On New Year's Eve, the emperor died.

It was night, after Shen Feiyun finished dinner, he took advantage of Shen Zhao to enter the palace and asked Shi Liping, "Mother, are you from Yan Kingdom?"

Shi Liping's hands holding the vegetables paused slightly, and then calmly put the vegetables into her mouth as if nothing had happened.After chewing slowly and wiping her mouth clean, she raised her eyelids and asked lazily, "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"

"Father Zeng Xingbing encircled Yan State, why are you willing to marry him?" Shen Feiyun held the chopsticks tightly in his right hand, lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the other party.

Shi Liping chuckled and shook her head: "It was because he led troops to attack us that I finally married him."

"Why?" Shen Feiyun raised his head abruptly, feeling extremely puzzled.

"Because my parents are servants of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom." Shi Liping narrated calmly, with a strange tone of indifference, "After the Yan Kingdom was destroyed, they were forced to be buried. Because of my excellent bones, I grew up with the princess since I was a child. Big, so escaped unharmed."

Shen Feiyun was speechless, he didn't know how to distinguish, so he had no choice but to say nothing.

Shi Liping rubbed her eyebrows and said: "Most of the people who died in that catastrophe were the children of the royal family, only the princess was not killed outside. The rest of the servants who died were not killed by the Emperor Wu, but died at the hands of the people of Yan Kingdom, and were filled in alive. In the pit. I stood beside the princess and watched."

The princess she was talking about was probably Murong Xue, that is, Xu Qingyun after changing her name and surname.

"My parents were pushed to the bottom of the pit, and hundreds of people howled, but I could distinguish the voices of them calling me from the howling. For decades, I have never heard this sound in my ears, and I always heard them calling me ..."

Shi Liping was stunned for a moment, then said softly: "I always feel that I can hear the screams all the time, because they have not left me, and are still guarding me."

Shen Feiyun was in awe, admiring his mother's good attitude.

Perhaps, at this point, Shi Liping can still live in peace, but also has to have fun.

Shi Liping stacked the bowls and chopsticks, tidied up for a while, her straight back suddenly bent.

Shen Feiyun thought this was the end of the story, glanced under the lamp, and suddenly found that her mother's sideburns were covered with white hair, she felt sore, and was about to say a few words of comfort, and then went back to her room to rest.

But Shi Liping put down the bowl and chopsticks, endured for a moment, and continued talking after her face calmed down.

"When he led his troops to attack us, I joined the army of Yan State. After fighting to the end, I was exhausted with blood. When I woke up again, I was in his army. It turned out that I was only dressed in white and I was a woman. They thought I was He was accidentally injured, so he was rescued."

Shen Feiyun finally understood the ins and outs.

Shi Liping is not good at words, after saying so many things, she feels that it is clear enough, as for how to fall in love with Shen Zhao and get married, it is not in her scope of consideration, so she skips it.

Shen Feiyun let out a long sigh and asked, "Have you ever hated your father?"

Shi Liping really thought about it very seriously, Shen Feiyun has no doubts, she must have thought about it thousands of times in the past 20 years, but every time she might have to think about it again.

But every time the answer is the same.

"I don't know," she said.

She didn't know whether she hated Shen Zhao or not, but she came to the Central Plains in a daze, married and had a daughter with Shen Zhao in a daze, so she didn't know if she hated him, but she did love this man.

A quarter of an hour later, the candle was about to burn out, and the surroundings began to become dim, so the two of them didn't bother to talk anymore, and turned around and went back to their rooms.

·

Then came the funeral, and the new king ascended the throne.

At this point, Shen Feiyun felt down-to-earth. He couldn't believe that his old friend had actually ascended the throne, so he had to accept the reality.

The most important thing in his heart was whether Jian Yishan could sit on the throne firmly, and when he could see Su Lang, and go back to Yangzhou with Su Lang to spend the rest of his life.

He hadn't seen Su Lang yet, but a month later, he first heard the news that Jian Yichen had entered Chang'an.

Jian Yichen firmly believed that he was the heir apparent, so he blatantly publicized that Jian Yishan's position was wrong and killed Emperor Xiaowen.

Shen Zhao sent troops to encircle and suppress.

However, Yanzhou and Qingzhou had already rebelled against each other. Yan Si led the Holy Fire Cult to resist, and then Yangzhou sent troops to quickly quell the turmoil in Yanzhou and Qingzhou.

About half a year later, in midsummer, Shen Zhao captured Jian Yichen alive and brought him back to the court.

Shen Feiyun hadn't seen Su Lang for half a year, and after going to disturb Su Chao and his wife and making cold faces a few times, he became disheartened and resented why Su Lang didn't come to see him.

Jian Yishan was even more busy. Although the two often met, Shen Feiyun always saw his old friend frowning, or correcting memorials, scolding and laughing, and felt bored in his heart, gradually alienated.

One evening, there was a rumbling sound of wheels outside Hou's mansion.

Shen Feiyun rushed out in a hurry, and was very pleasantly surprised to see her elder sister coming home.

"It's been almost a year since I saw you." He went forward, saw several carriages behind Shen Wanqing, and knew that the elder sister was busy with business.

Shen Wanqing jumped out of the car, before she could let go of the whip in her hand.

"I made a big deal," she laughed flamboyantly. "The life in the south is getting better and better. It's more convenient to make money there than here."

As she spoke, she waved her hand holding the whip, and shouted: "Go, go into the house, what's the point of sitting!"

This sentence was not for Shen Feiyun, but for the few driving partners behind, she pushed Shen Feiyun's shoulders and walked in.

"Okay!" The sweaty men and women responded with smiles.

Shen Wanqing said as she walked: "Sacred Fire Cult's birthday is sunset, without the escort of domineering believers, how can those shops beat those of us who know how to calculate. The penetration of the Holy Fire Cult in the south is not as good as in the north. We are here now, just in time Instead, a fool would give up such a good business."

This long passage was not just for Shen Feiyun.

Sure enough, before Shen Feiyun expressed anything, the group of people following behind burst into laughter first.

Shen Feiyun raised his forehead. In the past, my sister only opened Yufenglou, and she was very reserved in front of the boss. In recent years, I don't know what kind of business she ran, and she has been contaminated by the habits of the world.

This feeling is somewhat similar to Shi Hongying.

Thanks to Shen Wanqing's true biography of Shi Liping and Shen Zhao, her features are picturesque, and she still looks bookish and extravagant, so she is not too aggressive.

Otherwise, Shen Feiyun would really doubt whether Shen Wanqing had replaced her sister or not.

When everyone arrived at the living room, they pulled out their chairs and sat down, chatting all over the place, talking about what they had seen and heard.

Shen Wanqing glanced at Shen Feiyun, and said meaningfully: "You told me in the palace that you liked Su Lang, but you fell asleep and Mo Tingfeng fell asleep. Later, it was rumored that you married Qi Yuwen, who did you fall asleep with... ..."

The "that who" in her mouth refers to Jian Yishan, because this kid has become the emperor, if she refuses to honor him, she uses "that who" instead.

There were rumors about him all over the world, Shen Feiyun had long been accustomed to this, even if he heard it from his elder sister, he didn't think it was absurd, he was very calm.

He didn't bother to refute, so he said, "So what?"

He didn't bother to ask even the second half of the sentence "So what if it's not".

Shen Wanqing raised her right eyebrow, and said with a half-smile, "There are a few of these people who are reliable, and I didn't count the lady who sweeps the floor and the man who pours the chamber pot."

"Continue." Shen Feiyun calmly said.

"I just don't know, among so many lovers, do you still remember the first person?" Shen Wanqing took a sip of tea and said calmly.

"Who?" Shen Feiyun's eyebrows jumped.

Shen Wanqing took another sip of tea, took another sip of tea, then sipped carefully, blowing on the teacup, and answered irrelevant questions: "Good tea."

"Who?" Shen Feiyun's forehead bulged.

Shen Wanqing raised her eyes, paused, and raised the corners of her mouth.

"Who else..." She said with a smile, "Of course it's the person you first talked about, and the person you've forgotten the fastest..."

She drank the last sip of tea before opening her mouth like alms:

"Su Lang."