Reincarnation of the powerful minister

The parasol waterside pavilion was cleaned up just before nightfall, ushering in a new owner it hadn't expected.

Due to hasty preparations, only bedding, chair cushions and other bedding and seats were replaced, and other decorations remained as they were.

Chu Yuan hugged King Yu's clothes from the closet, bowed to the short-haired man who came in, and said, "I have wronged the emperor for a night, and tomorrow I will take someone to clean it up carefully, and replace the interior and exterior furnishings with the emperor's usual ones. "

Emperor Jinglong tapped a glazed hourglass on the table with his fingertips, and shook his head.

Looking at his expression, Chu Yuan knew that there was no need to change it, so he said: "Then the emperor has a good rest, and I will take my leave first."

When passing by, Emperor Jing Long suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a light blue gown from the clothes in his arms.

King Yu still retains the military habit of dressing, he doesn't like to wear light-colored clothes, because he thinks they get dirty easily, so he usually wears black and purple, and the brightest is sapphire blue.And this kind of color, which is so light that it is almost blue in the sky, is also the style of shirts that scholars often wear. It doesn't look like King Yu's style.

His fourth younger brother valued the privacy of this water pavilion so much, and brought those dew "confidantes" here?Emperor Jinglong showed mocking eyes, and threw the green shirt on Chu Yuan again, only to find that the shirt was torn from the back collar down, the opening extended to the waist, and the ties on both sides of the skirt were all torn off. Yes, it can be seen that the strike is ruthless and the strength of the hand is great.There were still drops of dark brown old blood on the fabric, which made one suspect that the shirt was not taken off, but was forcibly torn off.

Emperor Jing Long suddenly thought of something, and instantly froze.

Chu Yuan tugged at the shirt that was rounded over his head, threw it into his arms in a mess, bowed his body and exited the inner room.

Emperor Jing Long suddenly opened his mouth behind him, and seemed to blurt out "slow down", but no sound came out.

Chu Yuan's figure disappeared outside the door in an instant.Emperor Jing Long frowned, and clenched his palms on the corner of the table into fists.

Chen Shiyu knocked on the door of the inner room, walked in with a bowl of steaming medicinal soup in his hand, bowed and said, "My lord, it's time to take the medicine."

Emperor Jing Long slowly let go of his hand, his complexion had returned to normal, he took the medicine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.He put the medicine bowl on the table, picked up a bamboo pen and dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a line on the paper: "After taking the medicine for many days, when will it take effect?"

Chen Shiyu leaned over to read it, and Nian Xu sighed: "I have checked several times before and after, and the emperor's mouthpiece is indeed without any symptoms of disease. If it is due to the sequelae of the craniotomy, then these meridian-activating medicines will help. Why I still can't make a sound, this old man is also completely puzzled!"

Emperor Jinglong pondered for a while, and wrote: "Doctors are not gods, sir, just do your best."

Chen Shiyu was both moved and admired: Terminally ill, craniotomy, suspended animation, coma, loss of voice... Emperor Jinglong was the only one who was able to calmly deal with such a series of accidents, and even be able to treat others like himself.No one in the world can match the strength of mind and firm will of the emperor in front of him.

He cupped his hands and saluted deeply, and said resolutely: "This old man will do his best to restore Sheng Gong to his original state!"

Emperor Jing Long nodded slightly, and wrote the third line: "Order Chu Yuan to burn that green shirt just now."

Chen Shiyu agreed without knowing why, picked up the empty bowl and left the inner room.

Before writing the word "burning", the nib of the pen stopped for a moment due to hesitation, and the dots of ink blurred a little - Emperor Jing Long looked at the handwriting on the page and fell into a brief trance.

It was the clothes he had worn, and he could still smell a long-lost fragrance when he put it on his nose; the clothes were stained with his blood, I don’t know if holding his hands in the middle of the night, whether his spirit can fall into a dream...

But this green shirt cannot be kept.

For the perpetrator, it may be a proud trophy and collection, but for the victim, it is a witness of humiliation.If it was really Qinghe's old clothes, he would definitely want to destroy it, so that no one would have the opportunity to see the unbearable period.

So even if I lose a thing that I can express my love for, I will do the same.

Emperor Jinglong put down his pen, brought the paper with ink characters close to the candle and burned it, and called out silently: Qinghe.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Chu Yuan's voice came in: "I'm going to disturb the emperor's rest, but the emperor has given a verbal order, if it involves something important to Mr. Su, you should report it immediately."

Emperor Jinglong walked over and opened the door.Chu Yuan leaned close to his ear, whispered something, and finally said: "Teng Xiangwei has been searching the capital for a whole day, and he is still interrogating the guards at the city gate. I heard that the young master lost his temper in the palace. The crowd is frightened, the emperor will—"

Emperor Jinglong raised his hand to stop it.After closing his eyes and meditating for a moment, the turbulent breath gradually calmed down. He walked to the table and wrote: "The current situation is turbulent, so it's better for Su Yan to avoid it."

Chu Yuan said: "But the young master is in the middle of this turmoil, isn't the emperor worried?"

"As a king, he is destined to face the storm. He cannot avoid it, but he can only face it."

"The emperor really won't come out to help a group of young masters? After all, the young masters are still young, and they have just ascended the throne and governed not long ago..."

Emperor Jing Long turned his face to look at Chu Yuan, his eyes were as calm as the sea, and on the surface of the sea, there was a faint glimmer of hope.

Shandong Dongchang Mansion.

"...is the news accurate?"

"It's absolutely true! The present person said that the biggest beneficiaries of the demon book case are the princes. He also said that it is better to strike first than to wait for the princes who are disobedient to rebel." Anxiously persuading, "My lord, we have to think of a countermeasure!"

King Gu's face was pale, and he said in panic: "Countermeasures... What countermeasures can this king have?"

Huguang Xiangyang Mansion.

The King of Liao was furious, and rose up against the case: "'Revolt'? What 'start'? If I still have those soldiers from the Guangning Guard in Liaodong in my hands, I would have broken through the gate of the capital and dragged Zhu Helin off the dragon chair. And let him sit on my head and shit—"

"Be careful! Be careful, my lord!" The commander of the palace guards wanted to pounce on him and cover his mouth, "Those words are just rumors, they may not be true!"

The King of Liao said angrily: "Is it really important? It's already like this! His father moved Lao Tzu's domain and cut Lao Tzu's military power back then. Now he has to come down as soon as he comes to power. Can he still give Lao Tzu a living? Okay, if he wants to force me to turn against me, I will show him back!"

Shaanxi Hanzhong Prefecture.

King Wei opened half of his arms, wearing a red lama robe, sitting on the incense bed and reciting scriptures, but his long oily hair was hanging loose, which seemed to be unclean.

Prince Wei's son who came to report the letter spoke indignantly for a long time, but he still didn't respond, as if the old monk had fallen into a trance.

"My lord is meditating. My son, please go back and rest. We will talk about this matter later, later."

The confidants finally invited the prince away, King Wei opened his eyelids and snorted softly: "This child is still so restless."

The staff smoothed things over and said: "It's no wonder that the prince is nervous. Judging from the rumors in the capital, the new emperor is afraid that he will not be on the right track and will not be able to sit on the dragon chair, so he has to eliminate the threat first. Your lord, we can't just sit and wait for death." .”

King Wei read a scripture that no one could understand, and asked, "Where is the envoy sent by the leader?"

"It's in the East Wing. His lord doesn't dare to leave unless he gives an accurate word."

"You go and send him away, and ask him to pass a message to Mr. He—since we have a common enemy, we are friends. Please, Mr. He, take the time to go over the house and talk about it."

Kaifeng Prefecture, Henan Province.

King Ning coughed, and said to his personal maid: "Changing clothes for me, I will greet you personally."

The maid persuaded: "It's windy today, my lord, your illness can't be blown away. It's better to ask the servants to invite that young master in, and let's talk in the inner room."

"That's not some ordinary son, he's my own nephew!" King Ning said in a hurry, covered his mouth with Yisipa and kept coughing, and a faint blood oozes from the handkerchief soon.

The maids couldn't bear to see him struggling even when he was sick, so they took advantage of their master's meekness and joined forces to push King Ning down on the arhat couch and took off his shoes.

King Ning couldn't hold back his maids, so he had to lean on the cushions and let the palace chief Shi personally lead people to the door to welcome his nephew who had never met before.

When Su Xiaojing entered the door, he saw King Ning on the couch at a glance, wearing a simple and elegant moon-white straight gown, not too old, very gentle and elegant, he really looked like a modest gentleman in his imagination.It's just that his complexion is not good, and his cheeks are too pale, which makes the red mole the size of a grain of sand on the lower right eye seem to have lost its color.

He stared blankly at King Ning, his eyes moistened, and he saluted, "Zhu Xian pays homage to His Highness King Ning. Your Highness Wan'an."

"Is it the posthumous son of the elder brother? Come quickly..." King Ning stretched out his hand to greet him, coughed a few times, and then changed his tone, "No, it's better not to approach me. I am suffering from tuberculosis and it is easy to contagious. You just stand where you are and let me Take a good look."

He looked at Su Xiaojing with unconcealable excitement, and said with relief: "It is indeed my elder brother's blood! Poor child, you have suffered."

Su Xiaojing was full of grievances, sobbing and crying: "Uncle..."

King Ning said with tears in his eyes: "God is sorry to see you, leave a single seedling in the Wangfu, so that my eldest brother will not be extinct... Xianer, from now on, you are not only my nephew, but also my own son. You can't be trusted." Wang Shizi, come and be Ning Wang Shizi!"

After Su Xiaojing kowtowed to him to show his gratitude, he wiped away his tears and said, "But my nephew came to visit my uncle this time, not to be a prince."

King Ning was startled: "Why did you come here..."

Su Xiaojing said loudly: "In order for my uncle not to follow in the footsteps of my father!"

King Ning's complexion changed slightly, and he lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes: "You don't have to say any more about the rest."

Su Xiaojing asked: "Uncle already knew, didn't he? I don't know how to feel in my heart?"

King Ning closed his eyes, his black eyelashes pressing down on the red mole under his eyes, and sighed: "I'm already a dying candle in the wind, and I have no heirs, so there is nothing to worry about. If the weather changes, I will do my best to keep you That's it."

Su Xiaojing was a little moved in his heart, but also a little disappointed and contemptuous, bowed his head and cupped his hands: "Then my nephew depends entirely on my uncle."

Beimo, Golden Royal Court.

It was the end of May, the summer grass on the prairie was fertile, and the vast expanse of greenery touched the sky, and the cattle and sheep scattered among the grass moved leisurely like the clouds all over the sky.

In half a month, it will be the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, and the whole family of Wala is extremely busy, preparing for this ceremony.

The northern desert tribes, as big as Tatars, as small as Xiangliu, Woye and more than a dozen tribes, are now under the command of the Holy Khan Altan, and the leader is also appointed by him.For the grand ceremony in June, these tribal leaders will definitely bring a large amount of tribute to the ceremony.

In fact, in order to express their importance and loyalty, many leaders had already arrived near the royal court ahead of time and set up tents to wait.

At the same time, the rumors are like the wind on the grassland, flowing among the various tribes: the Holy Khan wants to establish a country, so he asks the will of God at the ceremony to worship the heavens, and is crowned as the "Heavenly Holy Khan".

Altan did not prevent such speech from spreading.

The weather was hot, and he curled his long, thick braids randomly on the top of his head. Barefoot, he sat on the circular colored carpet in the center of the king's tent, lazily looking at the map of the border, and a thought flashed in his mind: Why hasn't the country's envoy arrived yet?According to the departure time stated in the national letter, it should arrive in the next few days.

"Altan!" A young voice called out from outside the tent.

"Come in," Altan said.

The 17-year-old Wodan opened the tent door and strode in. When he looked at their leading goose, there was undisguised eagerness and admiration in his eyes.

His father, Sharidan, died on the ice field at the foot of Ulan Mountain in order to take the poisoned Altan to find the sacred tree.For this reason, Altan can tolerate all his actions except rebellion, including calling him by his first name.

Knocking his fists on his chest as a salute, Wudan sat down cross-legged in front of Altan, and said with a smile, "Just now I led a team on patrol, and I saw the convoy of the Ming Kingdom Mission from a distance, and remembered what you ordered, so I immediately reported it gone."

Altan reached out and patted the side of his neck: "Good job."

Wo Dan asked: "You seem to be looking forward to it, why?"

Altan rolled up the map, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Because the person I have been looking for will follow the mission."

His confidants all knew that Sheng Khan was looking for a man from the Central Plains. Although he didn't know his name, appearance and identity, he had to find him.Wo Dan asked enthusiastically: "After finding it, will Altan kill the man to sacrifice to heaven, or keep him in the tribe as a slave?"

Altan was a little surprised: "Why do you think I want to kill him or enslave him?"

Wu Dan said: "Didn't we have a bad relationship with Mingguo? They are people from the enemy country, and they are not women. They can't have children. What's the use?"

Altan laughed: "Wodan, if we want to build an empire as strong as Daming, or even stronger, we can't think so. We need to absorb the culture of other countries to strengthen ourselves. At this time, talents are more precious than gold .”

Wo Dan didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand. Anyway, what the Holy Khan said was correct, and it was God who communicated the will in the world through the mouth of the son of the sacred tree.

He changed his mind and asked, "How do you plan to keep that man? What if he doesn't want to?"

Altan replied: "Then find a way to make him willing."

Wo Dan jumped up and patted his butt: "This blanket is too hot, I'm going out to continue patrolling. What about you?"

Altan thought for a while and said, "I think I should go to the river to take a bath first."

Ming Kingdom's mission arrived at the Golden King's Court in the evening.Because the border between the two countries is unstable, the reception atmosphere is somewhat delicate.

Not counting the escorting guards, there are a total of nine members of the mission. The chief officer is Zheng Sipin Honglu Siqing, surnamed Zheng, who is proficient in Beimo language and can also wink. .

Altan waited for him to see the ceremony, and asked bluntly: "Who is the person who meets the requirements, who is it?"

Zheng Siqing was taken aback by the question, remembering that Wala had asked Daming to send officials to attend the ceremony in the letter of credence, and the specified conditions were "young officials who had worked in Qingshuiying two years ago, were related to horse trading, and were about 20 years old." .This was already arranged, and he cupped his hands and replied, "To the Holy Khan, there is indeed an official who meets the requirements, and it is the deputy envoy Xiao Shou."

But he didn't dare to say that this Xiao Shou was temporarily appointed as a deputy envoy.He was just a temple minister of Xingtaipu Temple in Shaanxi Province, who was in charge of recruiting horses in Qingshuiying.Although he is a low-level official, he is young, only 22 years old, so he is the most qualified.

"Which one is it?"

"Not here. Deputy Envoy Xiao is feeling unwell. The guards of your country arranged for him to rest in a tent before."

Altan absently ended the meeting and asked the guards to arrange the embassy to stay.

All the members of the mission were exhausted from the long journey, so the maids sent the dinner and daily necessities to the tent.

Zheng Siqing's personal servant was serving the master's meal, while breaking his mouth: "I was worried at first, that Holy Khan Altan is some three-headed and six-armed monster! Looking at it now, it is actually not bad, although the dark skin He has creepy golden eyes and a frighteningly tall stature, but he still has a kind demeanor."

"What do you know, little thing!" Zheng Siqing reprimanded, "When the tiger in the mountain is full and rests, it also looks kind. When other beasts lick its fur, it may even yawn lazily. Wait until When the tiger is hungry and wants to eat people, then it will show its true colors. I see that Altan’s eyes are the eyes of a tiger.”

The little boy shuddered: "The little one should pray to God and worship Buddha, and don't go to him when he is hungry."

Zheng Siqing turned anger into a smile: "It's better to ask God to protect you than to ask the master to protect you. Go, wash and clean, lie down on the bed, the master ate too much mutton tonight."

The boy regarded it as his duty to sleep with his master, and went away with a smile.

"……This is it?"

"Yes, this is the tent."

Altan changed into a brand new white silk robe, his long curly hair fell loose, he braided it again, and twisted it with newly made gold rings and green jade beads.Standing outside the tent, he was drawn into a monster-like shadow by the light of the braziers on both sides, but his expression was a little hesitant.

Wodan sneered: "Are you nervous? Altan, who kills enemies like cutting grass on the battlefield, is also nervous?!"

Altan glared at him with golden eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Give me the wine."

Wo Dan handed over the cowhide pouch.Altan drank all the strong kumiss in his bag, exhaled, and said, "Changing clothes for him."

Two maids entered the tent with folded clothes in their hands.

Inside the tent, Xiao Shou was pacing up and down restlessly.He was indeed acclimatized and unwell, so he couldn't fall asleep in this savage's den. While praying in his heart that nothing would happen to him, he looked around from time to time, and was startled when there was any disturbance.

While anxious, he suddenly saw two savage women with big arms and round waists coming in. After muttering a few words, they stepped forward to take off his official uniform.

"What are you going to do? Let me go..." Xiao Shou screamed and struggled in fright, but he couldn't escape. He was almost pinned down. He changed into the blue shirt that the Central Plains scholars often wear, and his hair bun was also covered. Remove the long hair and hang it on the shoulders and back. Only the locks at the temples are twisted to the back of the head, and tied with the same color headband.

After changing his clothes, the barbarians laughed and said something, picked up his official uniform and hat, and left.

Xiao Shou looked down at the long gown on his body, and thought it was quite elegant, but it wasn't pajamas, why did he change it before going to bed?

As he was thinking about it, the tent door was opened again, and a burly man from Beimo who was not like a mortal came straight to him.

White hair, black skin, golden pupils... Xiao Shoucai was frightened out of his wits at the first glance, and stepped back again and again: "Yaoyaoyaoyaokai!"

Altan frowned, and carefully looked at the Ming country youth in front of him in the candlelight.

He is very young, with a slender figure, and his facial features are quite handsome, but unfortunately his face is sallow, which is made darker by the blue blouse on his body.What disgusted him the most was the look on his face—this was the figure that haunted his dreams and flashes of memory, was it the person he was looking for?

"What's your name?" Altan asked as gently as possible.

When Xiao Shou heard that he could speak Mingguo dialect, his panic eased a little, and he stammered, "Xiao Xiao..."

"Okay, Xiao Xiao, don't be afraid, I entered your tent just to verify one thing."

"What, what's the matter?"

Altan stretched out his hand to undo his belt, and then pulled the skirt to the sides, revealing a pair of naked and muscular arms.His dark skin was as shiny as satin because of the holy oil, and the huge blood-red tree-shaped tattoos entrenched menacingly on his well-defined waist, and the gold necklace and nipple ring reflected stars in the candlelight.

Xiao Shou almost fainted.

When he was conscripting horses in Lingzhou, he didn't like to meet traders in the northern desert. He always felt that they were barbaric people who would yell and draw their swords at the slightest disagreement.Later, inexplicably accepted the order of the imperial court, and drove ducks to the shelves as a deputy envoy. On the way to Oala, I heard that the local men were as cruel as beasts and the women were shameless.

This monster-like Beimo man in front of him takes off his clothes as soon as they meet. Could it be that he is going to rape him first and then kill him, drink his blood and eat his flesh?

Altan patiently said to the man in the dream whose legs were trembling and who was standing unsteadily in front of him, "Touch the sacred tree on my body."

Where does Xiao Shou dare to touch?But he was afraid that disobeying the other party would end worse, so he had no choice but to stretch out his trembling hand, and slowly reached out to the scary tattoo on the other party's chest.

When the trembling fingertips were about to touch the skin, Altan finally couldn't bear the strong disgust and rejection in his heart, and violently waved away the hand of the Ming country youth.

The sound of "snap" may not have been very painful, but it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Xiao Shou rolled his eyes and passed out completely.

Altan looked at the blue-clothed scholar who was limp on the ground, and anger swept his whole body.

This anger is not only the anger of being cheated, but also the great disappointment after long-awaited, and the unwillingness and resistance to the imminent end of his life.

"How dare you lie to me and send such an unbearable fake to tease me!" Altan roared like a lost lion, "Little emperor of Ming Kingdom, you will pay a heavy price for this!"

He rubbed vigorously the dark green ribbon wrapped around his left arm, as if his heart was tightly strangled by this ribbon, painful and oppressive, about to explode into pieces.

"Who is that person... I will definitely find the answer when I level the frontier with my horse's hooves, march south, and knock on the gate of the Ming Kingdom's capital."