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"Deeper and more exposed, anxious to see people."

When the spring thunder arrives, the time of the waking of insects.A rain drenched Beidi and Yujing City at the same time, and the willows outside the city showed new colors. The emperor fell headlong in the court hall, and the sky in Nanjun changed overnight.

There was no fragrance in the palace during the Spring Festival, and the whole room was filled with the strong smell of herbs. Several edicts were sent out from the sickbed one after another. While the emperor was still able to speak, the edicts flew out for free.

First, Princess Qinghe, the princess of the county, was appointed as the queen's job to preside over the queen's court, and then Yan Xiaochen was pushed to the cusp of the storm: he was appointed as the king of Chen, the king of the four counties, in charge of two guards of the forbidden army, and guarding the forbidden city.

The waves rose in horror.

The Forbidden Army is the backing of the Forbidden City of Yujing, a place that must be contested by military families, and it is a great effort to put people inside.

Even when the princess was there, she didn't dare to put it in the hands of one person to dominate the family. Dividing the two parts was originally a trick of the emperor, so how can they be merged into one now?This is to hand over the handle of Yujing's knife to outsiders!

The wind was blowing so hard that it even overwhelmed the obvious old events.

But discussion is discussion, no one cares whether these edicts come from his heart, the court is busy standing up for a new team, people are about to die, power, desire, emotion, thoughts, all can't be grasped, Ji Qing is finally willing Decentralize power, pick and choose one of your own sons, who is worthy of a big job, to take on the big job of supervising the country.

The concubines are all guarding the outer hall, and the clear soup and little water are relatively weeping.The king of Bozhou, who has always been unpopular, was summoned alone at this moment when everyone was watching. Ji Boming came stepping on the thin wind, his sleeves were covered with muddy water from the river embankment.

The curtains were raised, condescending, he was standing, and the emperor was lying down.The emperor didn't even have the strength to look at his expression, but just raised his finger to signal him to sit down.

The king of Bozhou didn't move, looked up and down at the half-dead father, and said: "My heart belongs to me."

The answer he can almost guess is that he has been away from the core of the capital for too long, and his plan is mostly to save his life rather than fight for power. It can be regarded as some ability to produce some food.

The emperor gasped, and even had the desire to let out a wry smile. No one wanted the throne that was so earth-shattering.

There are many sons, and many capable ones, but the capable ones ran farther and farther, and refused to return to the city when they died of old age.

"Ji Boming..." He asked back, "What do you want?"

No one answered him, Ji Boming's gaze was projected on the emperor's bluish face, and for a moment it seemed pity.

I can't love what I love, and I have to bear a little bit of my heart, hanging in the air, without falling on both ends.

He is too much like his biological mother who died young, with a thin chin and round eyes with clear water.That was the young lady whom the emperor married to build momentum when he was disheartened. She came from a noble family, and her mother's family had only a reputation. She had no money, no food, and no power.

After a long time, the king of Bozhou said in a low voice: "Just sleep peacefully every night."

Ji Boming stroked the door and left, ignoring the probing gaze cast on him.No second son was called. Song Qingwen, who had lived in the mountain for half a year, stood at the door with a thin layer of snow on his shoulders.He held a cane under his palm, almost into the slippery ground.

"Song Qing..." the emperor said to Song Qingwen, and drew two fingers in mid-air: "Song Qing is the son of the chief assistant. Needless to say, Wen Tao and Wu Lue, Yunzhou, the king of Yunzhou...deliver..."

Having said that, enough is enough.

The whole city is busy celebrating the new year, and the news is suppressed in the palace. Except that there is no lantern festival, everything is as usual.

The emperor sometimes woke up and sometimes slept, sometimes his mind was clear, and sometimes he was confused. He always pointed to the people in the room and called other people's names, but they were all secret names of dead people, and no one dared to answer.

"Qinghe..." He pointed at Zhou Jintu, without saying anything else, just repeated: "Qinghe...you want to contradict...why do you want to..."

The princess is already a princess, and the princess who is no different from the prince has a higher reputation. The decision of the crown prince has not yet come to an end, and there are quite a few people who are trying to stand in this team.

Zhou Jintu lowered his neck, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. No one dared to say anything in the room, and there was only a tooth-piercing silence.

If you want to fight, you may not have no chance of winning, but what should you fight for?Her eyes were separated from Ji Boming's, and she turned away knowingly.

"Ah Chen." The emperor seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, and once again called out a name that no one dared to answer.

The wind whizzed through the corridor, and the newly-arrived King Chen came wearing light armor, a few steps behind, in front of him was the King of Yunzhou who was hastily summoned by the palace servants, dressed properly, with a neat crown and hat, the person who summoned him rushed all the way to catch his breath Out of breath, he waited peacefully, holding a cup of spring tea on his finger, as if he had already guessed what happened.

Several people looked at each other for a moment, and then looked away again. The dew dripped from the eaves, and there was a sound, which sounded like thunder in the too quiet room.

Everyone knows that when the dust settles, this chaotic situation should be cleared away.

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The crown prince supervises the country, the emperor can't control the scramble in front of the court, and the fire is getting more and more intense. Ji Bojing is far more irregular than the emperor imagined....

The water in Nanjun became more and more muddy, and more and more people wet their trousers.The emperor blew up the skin of Qingliang Temple with a cannonball, and the people living in it also emerged.

Zhou Tan uncovered layers of sealed letters, and beside him was the rippling surface of a thawed lake.Before dawn, he went out to row a boat early in the morning, and under the incredulous eyes of the crowd, he decided to go down the Jiehe River.

"Ancestor..." He Lianyu was dumbfounded: "You have to go to Changzhou for a few days, and you have to go back and forth in one day. Once you drift, you have to go to the river to catch you."

Zhou Tan didn't answer her, just tapped the oars, put on a bamboo hat freely, and went down the river.

The intersecting waterways have all thawed, but there are still fine pieces of ice drifting, and the oars occasionally kick up debris, which are scattered one after another.

Jade Claw flew from south to north, and landed on the boat with a plop. The bow of the boat tilted slightly, splashing water.

It spit out a piece of letter paper, stood with its head tilted on the bow, the prince's edict was clearly written on the paper, rewards and punishments were raised and lowered, and as usual, another emperor would come again.

"Promote the eldest princess of Nanxun Palace on Zhoujin Road, Qinghe County, titled Song'an."

"Promote Lu Chengyu, the king of Pingchang County, the prefecture of Changzhou, and the nine counties of Zhenchang Prefecture."

"Promote Dongzhou Mansion Song Dingjia the King of Dongzhou County, and the six capitals of Dongzhou Township."

……

"Song An..." He rolled the word on the tip of his tongue, and only replied with a shallow smile: "Okay."

The letter was licked by the tongue of fire, and the weather in Changzhou Prefecture had warmed up, and the remaining ashes were scattered and swept away by the warming wind.

He swung his oars and turned from under the narrow bridge to the wider river, where the boats on the wide river were almost jammed together.

At this time, the big boat was useless, and the small boat moved left and right, gently and skillfully drew a water mark, and disappeared.

Large and small merchant ships sailed back and forth on the boundary river, loading spices and silk.The new route departs from Liangzhou Ruxiang Wharf, and you can go straight to Changzhou without detours.

Thoughtful businessmen even opened up a tea road across the boundary river. The intricately decorated tea boats run along the boundary river, with Changzhou on the left and Liangzhou on the right. , Tickets for boarding became more and more popular.

The tea pot does not require guests to row the oars. There are hired full-time boatmen who wear the same gray-bottomed short robes and shake the oars according to the rhythm.Occasionally, ballads with southern accents and northern tunes floated, blowing the wind and smashing on the water.

Zhou Tan went against the boat heading north, and the boat made a bend along the coast of Changzhou, and instead leaned against the northern shore.

He got off the boat and changed horses. In the stables of the post house, there was a snowball that was getting wider and wider. The white hair became more fluffy and was blown by the wind like a snowball.

Zhou Tan looked it up and down, grabbed the rein and jumped up, the sun had already subsided, and the bright moonlight splashed on the ground.

He galloped back to Liangzhou with his head full of moonlight, his crown and hat slipped off, revealing a hairpin on top of his head.

The blood-stained arrow basket was still tied to the horse's back, but it had been used up and was knocked empty.

Before the city gate closed at night, there were still several pack teams waiting to cross the border. As soon as a road was left on the road, Zhou Tan rode faster and faster, and the faster he rode, the faster he rode. All left behind, the top of the city was still cooking supper, gurgling and steaming, the city guards recognized him, and before he could squeeze out his head from the crowd to say hello, even people and horses galloped like electricity, and he didn't let anyone Chance to greet.

"Is there... is there a military situation? What are you in a hurry for?" Half a sentence came out vaguely from the pot.

"Deeper and more exposed, anxious to see people."

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"came back?"

He Lianyun asked him, poked at the door, pressed his forehead against the door rail, and closed a few pages of paper in his hands.

The person who asked for money was just tricked into sending it away, and he was still thinking about it.Zhou Tan passed people by, stood still, raised his eyes, and held a basket of steaming thin-skinned soup dumplings under his arm.

"Yes..." Zhou Tan said, throwing off the bamboo hat and hood that slipped off his shoulders: "The boat is fast, and it will arrive in half a day."

Just as he intentionally or unintentionally squeezed the palm of his hand that had been rowing the oar for a long time, He Lianyun cast his eyes down, and his voice was mixed with helplessness: "Yes, can you not hurry up."

According to the days that have been counted repeatedly, the wedding date will be after the end of the year, and there will be a horse race after the end of the year. Seeing one banquet after another, it is obvious that there will be no trouble for half a year, and there is no meaning of rest.

The Kuril Terrace has spread from a piece of gray permafrost to an overwhelming green pasture. Standing on the attic and looking at it, you can see all the greenery. From south to north, it spreads like water all the way.

The blue waves are rippling, like a thick blanket.

The author says:

Thank you very much everyone, roll over and prepare for the New Year!

The timeline is a bit messed up, but I really want to write a year-end special according to the occasion. If the reading is confusing, you can ignore the timeline.

In addition: Zhuo is completely misused and very out of date.