Su Gongzi Training Husband's Blood and Sweat History

The autumn in the north is not like that in Jiangdong. After the light rain, it cools down quickly. A row of old trees outside the capital has been replaced with golden leaves, and the green grass in the sky has become a thick yellow blanket. The children living nearby are playing and playing on it. .

There were people coming and going on the official road, the man on the skinny horse half lowered his head, absently playing with the stone in his hand, but the boy on the money horse in front rolled his eyes wildly, as if he was looking for someone.

"Blossoms bloom on the branches when we leave, and the east wind beats the cool autumn when we return. Brother Jiang, you have been exhausted all the way!"

The guy who popped out suddenly startled people, Xiaoshi took two steps back, pursed his lips, and stared at him sitting and looking right.The appearance is good, but he is a little older, his hair is gray, and there are fine folds around his eyes. Of course, he can't compare with Jiang Chongqin, who is in his prime, but he has an indescribable flattery.

Little Shitou felt his face burning hot, and he giggled in embarrassment: "Why do you speak with such a voice! It's like..."

"Where is the Lord Wang?" Jiang Chongqin glared at the thoughtless little stone, got off his horse and bowed, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Your Highness, are you okay?"

"Hey——" the prince sighed, and led Jiang Chongqin to the light carriage resting on the side of the road, and said with a wry smile: "It's not like that, okay, what should I say? My body is stronger than before, but Still lacking energy... After Concubine Hua left, the emperor seemed to have lost his soul... The emperor's heirs were weak, and the empress dowager urged him several times to ask for a new draft girl, but they were all rejected. Because of this, the mother and son lost their temper again! Hey... I'm caught in the middle and I'm not a human!"

The prince babbled on all the way, turned a few words upside down, and turned them upside down endlessly, until he entered the palace before he put on a straight face and put on the air of the chief executive of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Walk through Yongxiang, the outermost layer of the palace.The cornices and ridges cut the blue sky into pieces, the towering palaces and exquisite pavilions stand quietly in the cool autumn wind, the early blooming chrysanthemums are reckless and brilliant on both sides of the road, and the maids and eunuchs pass by in a hurry.

No matter what the chaos outside, the palace maintained its usual solemnity.

Wang Gonggong asked Jiang Chongqin to wait in the side hall of Taixiang Hall, and he entered the notification first.After waiting for a full cup of tea, he ran out in a hurry: "The emperor was just reciting the scriptures of the past life for the concubine Hua, and this old slave dared not disturb you. Mr. Jiang, I have been waiting for a long time! Please!"

The Taixiang Hall is filled with a strong scent of sandalwood. Every few steps in the smog, you can see monks with half shoulders, red sandalwood beads hanging on their chests, and Sanskrit words that are folded and murmured into their ears. From the main hall where the emperor rests, it is more like a temple here.The sleeping hall was much quieter than the outside, at least there were no old monks mumbling sutras, and the hanging yellow curtain blocked the view, and Jiang Chongqin could only vaguely see a back.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Emperor Zhengying did not turn around, and his voice was light as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room: "Get down! Eunuch Wang, go down! I have something to discuss with Mr. Jiang."

"The old slave waits outside the palace, and the emperor summons him when he has something to do." After saying that, the prince kowtowed and bowed, and retreated in small steps.

As soon as the gate was closed, Emperor Zhengying lifted the curtain and walked out.I haven't seen him for three years, and Han Xinxu seems to have aged a lot.However, at the age of just [-], gray hair has grown on the temples, and grooves have been carved between the eyebrows, and the original spring breeze has long since disappeared.It can be seen that the emperor is not a good job.

Jiang Chongqin flicked his sleeves, lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, the chess pieces around the King of Chu have come to life, but his origin is unknown, so I dare not trust you with all your strength!"

"Are you referring to that Su Guanyan?" Han Xinxu's face turned cold, Zhou Zheng's dignified facial features cast a gloomy color, and the benevolent monarch in the outside world's rumors looked so grim: "Employees are not suspicious, and suspects are not. Since he can Standing by Han Xinchen's side, he must have extraordinary skills. It doesn't matter what his background is, as long as he can use it for me... All the people around me now have ghosts in their hearts. If you want to use your ideas, you will not go to court and ignore them. ? Chongqin, the world is a game today, loyalty is the best, don’t be afraid if you don’t have one, as long as you have a good move, they will naturally listen to you!”

"The emperor is wise," Jiang Chongqin lowered his head and took a step back silently, distanced himself from Emperor Zhengying.

The monotonous and repetitive chanting sound gradually increased, and the rhythmic hum echoed in the empty hall.Jiang Chongqin didn't understand Sanskrit, but he could feel that it was completely different from what he heard when he came in.

An uncontrollable sadness appeared on Han Xinxu's face, and he didn't speak until the Sanskrit voice dropped again: "Wan'er has been away for more than [-] days, and I asked the eminent monk to perform the ceremony of transcendence every day. In that world, she should be happy." Yes, no strife, no vanity!"

When Jiang Wan'er met Han Xinxu for the first time, Emperor Tongzheng was lying on the bed and dying for his last breath.Although there were mourners in the palace, there was no shock in the country.After all, the prince is benevolent, and the princes who have been entrusted to various places can be regarded as safe in face, and no one knows that it will be like this in three years.

The spring flowers bloomed early that year, and the big ones bent the branches.Master Ping from the Ping Mansion in Dadu invited the Jiang brothers and sisters from Dongjiejiaofang to celebrate his birthday.

The people in the Jiaofang are playthings raised by the rich, and there are not a few of them who have a special relationship with the children of officials and eunuchs.It's just that Jiang Chongqin didn't know what sort of tricks he committed. Not only did he refuse to obey, but after several refusals, he picked up the jug and beat the fat man of the Ping family until his head was bleeding.

A luthier in a teaching workshop dared to stretch out his hand to slap the Ping family in the face, but the old man who works in the Ministry of Punishment will not do it now.Losing money is not counted, but it is even a threat to thwart the double skin surnamed Jiang.

It's just breaking the head, not someone's head, why is there such a heavy punishment.Jiang Wan'er couldn't figure it out, she was startled and frightened, but she had nowhere to tell her grievances, so she just wandered outside the Chaoyang Gate every day, hoping that an adult in court could seek justice for her.After wandering around for many days, she met Han Xinxu, the prince of the dynasty.

Later, Jiang Chongqin was carried out of the prison with half his life.The prince succeeded to the throne, and under pressure married Jiang Wan'er, who came from a humble background, as his concubine. It's just that the elder brother who had been imprisoned was downgraded to a brother of the same family, and he had no relationship with the royal family. Goodbye.

"what are you thinking?"

Jiang Chongqin came back to his senses when he heard the emperor's voice, and replied after a pause: "When I came here, I heard from Wang Gonggong that there is a gap between you and the queen mother, I think..."

"What do you think? Is she really crazy about holding a grandson?" Han Xinxu took a deep breath, his eyes full of disgust: "She doesn't want her grandson, but her son! The queen mother has become more and more confused in the past two years. I don't know who she listened to. She even believed in the rumors of brotherhood. She has the wishful thinking of making both the eldest son and the younger son the emperor!"

Jiang Chongqin was stunned when he heard how such a shrewd person would have such a ridiculous idea.Just as the saying goes, there must be leaks in the ground, and he suddenly remembered the rumors a few days ago that one-third of the Beijing army in Qidi will be transferred to guard the border: "Your Majesty, this matter cannot be settled properly!"

Han Xinxu picked up the corners of his eyes and sneered: "My wife belongs to me, and the country belongs to me. I let others control me everywhere. How can I be an emperor! It's not that I don't want to be a good son and brother, but I'm forced to have no choice. If you want to blame it, blame them for pushing their feet!"

Jiang Chongqin nodded: "In the past, the emperor was always hesitant and wanted to please both parties in everything, but no one bought it! Now it is best to see it clearly. Anyone outside can make chaos, but you can't."

Since being brothers must have similarities, Han Xinxu burned high incense and chanted scriptures in Dadu, and Han Xinyou held spirits that had spilled the blood of chickens and offered sacrifices to the gods in Ji County outside Tongzhou City.

The strange screams of "bululu" lasted from dusk to midnight. The small Ji County was lit up by torches. Girls and children were crying from time to time outside the window. The local people who had never seen this battle were frightened and hid He didn't dare to go out of the house, but he couldn't help being curious and lying on the window secretly looking around.

The fire in the open space in the center of Ji County was piled up to five feet high, and the iron fence surrounding it was burnt red, and sparks were shining on the exposed thin heads.Men with strange masks stood around the fire, and each of them held a four or five-year-old child in their hands.The child was barefoot, wearing white coarse clothes, and his eyes were covered by cloth strips soaked in some kind of blood.

The long-sounding horn blew again, and the wizard with a lupine jumped into the middle, swinging a bunch of dyed torches in his hand, singing at the top of his lungs, jumping around like stepping on a red-hot iron plate go.

"God Crow! Punish this evil land!" The colorfully painted wizard raised his head and yelled, then knelt down straight on his knees: "Let their people be cursed! Let the vicious entrails rot! Belly! Let their dead souls never have peace!"

The horn sounded again, Qin Wang Han Xinyou took a sip of the blood wine, and threw the porcelain bowl on the ground heavily.The masked men, who had been sharpening their knives for a long time, roared, drew their knives and chopped off the head of the young boy, then threw the body into the fire.

The girl wrapped in a red robe was dragged up by several big men with their upper body, and the iron chains on her hands and feet were pulled rattlingly.

The blood on the corner of the mouth kept dripping down.

The man wearing the mask of the strange bird first jumped around the wizard twice, and then walked around behind her.The girl was pinned down by the big man and knelt on the ground, and a sharpened wooden stake was pierced through the back of her heart. The red blood soaked her robe, but she couldn't hear a scream.

Everything is quiet.

The author has something to say: there is one more chapter, and the task of this list is completed. . .