The little man of the champion family

Yan Muran strode into Concubine Li's bedroom, "Concubine Mother, I'm back!" His tone was brisk. In order to guard the frontier, mother and son hadn't seen each other for three years. Seeing them now, the Ninth Prince was extremely happy.

Concubine Li was of course happy to see her son, but at this juncture, she couldn't be happy, "But! Why come back now, you are so confused!"

"Don't worry, mother and concubine, I have already made plans. I am far away in the frontier. How is the power in Beijing now? I don't know about my father's condition. Even if I risk my life, I will go to Beijing." Only by exploring can we confirm." Yan Muran said.

Concubine Li knew this was the truth, and she didn't expect her son to be able to be a general. Thinking of this, she was very pleased, "Then what are you going to do now? The emperor's health is getting worse, so you go to express yourself in front of him now." Show filial piety, maybe you can? The emperor has some good feelings."

Yan Muran nodded, now he only has the way of preemptive strikes, so that he won't be caught off guard, if the crown prince and third prince were to make trouble for him first, no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

"Mother and concubine, please take me to see my father." Yan Muran asked.

"Don't worry, the emperor hasn't gotten up yet, you're covered in dust and dust, you need to freshen up a bit first, eat some melons and fruits to fill your belly, and it won't be too late before you go."

"No, it's better to be in the dust and dust, so that the father can? understand? understand? my filial piety."

Concubine Li thought about it, and she also knew that it was the reason. Now it was almost time to go to court, and it was almost time to get up. After a short rest, she took Yan Muran to the emperor's bedroom.

The eunuch on guard at night was dozing off. When he saw Yan Muran at first sight, he was startled, "Ninth Prince?! I will see the Ninth Prince!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, I'm coming here specially to visit your father, is your father awake?" Yan Muran pretended to be very sad and tormented, and the nine-foot man's eyes turned red.Because the acting skills were so good, the eunuch didn't doubt him for a while, and when he thought of the emperor's illness, he couldn't help but blush.

"Your Majesty's dragon energy protection will definitely recover. The Ninth Prince doesn't need to worry. The Emperor won't wake up until later. The Ninth Prince will wait." The eunuch said respectfully.

Yan Muran nodded to express his understanding, and actively chatted with the eunuch, wanting to take the opportunity to get some useful information from him.Of course, the eunuch who served the emperor was not an ordinary person? It doesn't matter if you tell him some irrelevant news, two people? You come and I play Tai Chi, the time is coming soon.

There was movement from inside, the eunuch threw himself at Yan Muran, opened the door and walked in, the Ninth Prince was waiting outside, and secretly cursed at the cunning old eunuch.

After a while, the old eunuch came out of the bedroom and took out the waiting maids? They filed in and waited for the emperor to get up. The old eunuch stood beside the Ninth Prince, waiting for the summons from inside.

Look inside, the old eunuch signaled Yan Muran to go in, Yan Muran nodded to him, and walked in, the old emperor stood up, washed his face and dressed with the help of the maid? A person who was still in good spirits half a year ago? Ten years older.

Even though he only thought about the Ninth Prince who seized the throne in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable watching the scene of his biological father washing up hard. His eyes were red with true feelings, and he knelt down in front of the old emperor and cried: "My son is not filial. I heard that my father is ill. , I only came back to visit now! I hope my father will forgive me!"

The old emperor's eyes were also bad, his eyes were cloudy, and he couldn't recognize the person in front of him for a while. It took him a long time to recognize the outline of the Ninth Prince.

"Father! It's my son, don't you remember?" Ninth Prince choked up and said.

"Old Ninth?" The old emperor recognized him and heaved a long sigh. After all, he was a child he hadn't seen for three years, and his eyes were red for a while.

The old emperor was slow-minded, and the child he hadn't seen for a long time appeared in front of him. The father and son were chatting, most of which were the emperor. The ninth prince listened and told him how he felt about his illness in the past six months.

Before I knew it, it was time for breakfast. The eunuch came in to prepare the breakfast. The emperor ordered that the Ninth Prince’s share be prepared together. The Ninth Prince was stunned. Except for the banquet, he had never had breakfast with the emperor before. behavior in between.

At that time? His heart softened. All the fights for power were thrown away. He was so moved.But by coincidence, when they were having breakfast, the prince came.

"I have seen my father, I respectfully wish my father a holy body and good health." The prince put away his lazy image and saluted the emperor respectfully.

The prince got up and saw the Ninth Prince, pretending to be very surprised, "Why is the Ninth Prince here?"

The emperor stroked his beard and smiled, "Your younger brother Jiuhuang has a heart. Hearing that I caught a cold, I rushed back from the border overnight."

When Yan Muran saw the crown prince, the feeling of pity that had just arisen was instantly suppressed. The struggle between them has not yet been decided, and he can't easily relax his vigilance.

"In this way, brother Jiuhuang must be exhausted and exhausted. If there is anything you need to help brother, just ask." The prince also pretended to be a brother and friend, he knew what the current emperor wanted to see .

The emperor nodded in satisfaction, "You are all brothers, and brothers should support each other so that you don't lose the reputation of others. Does the crown prince have breakfast? If not, let's stay together."

"Not yet, but there is an urgent report today, and I can't allow my son to have breakfast. I just want to report to the emperor earlier. It is better for the emperor to make the decisions in person." Yan Haochuan said modestly.

The emperor's eyebrows stretched. It was obvious that the prince's words were very useful to him. Although the prince supervised the country on his behalf, the real person in power was actually him.

"Since the crown prince has supervised the country, the ministers have been full of praise for the crown prince. What problems can there be? It is difficult for the crown prince?"

"Report to Father, what my son wants to say? It has something to do with Fengjiang." As soon as he finished speaking, he took a peek at the Ninth Prince. The idiot still wants to fight with him?

When Fengjiang was mentioned, the old emperor lost his smile, "What's going on?"

"Winter is coming, and the weather hasn't cleared up recently. The nomads around Tianqi are just about to move, ready to come to the border of Tianqi to rob at any time."

"Isn't it common for nomads to harass the border? Why is it related to Fengjiang?" The old emperor asked puzzled.

"This is the key point. This year, there is plenty of rain, the pastures are growing well, the cattle and sheep are fat, and the nomads' troops have greatly increased, but they have formed an alliance with Prince Fengjiang."

Yan Haochuan dropped a blockbuster bomb on a peaceful morning, which left the old emperor and the nine princes stunned. Fengjiang and Tianqi were feuds, and the surrounding nomadic kingdoms often harassed Tianqi. The country formed an alliance, which has to make people? Lenovo wants to take the opportunity to start something against the sky.

"The Ninth Emperor's filial piety can be shown, but I suggest that the Ninth Emperor's brother should return to his own border as soon as possible." The prince's light words made the old emperor couldn't help but look at the Ninth Prince.

Even the prince far away in the court knows about the alliance between Prince Fengjiang and the nomads. Does he, who stays on the border all the time, know?If he knew the situation, leaving his post and going to Beijing at this time would only make the old emperor doubt his ability.If he didn't know this, he, the general guarding the frontier, would have failed too much. Fortunately, he had entrusted this important task to him back then.

Prince secretly? Proud, want to fight with me, you are still a little tender~

Yan Muran knew from the expression on the old emperor's face that he was suspicious of him, and his face couldn't hold back for a moment. He didn't even know about this matter!Mu Qiuqi, what a big game of chess.

"Old Ninth, do you know what the prince said?" The emperor asked him. The warmth between father and son disappeared, and the cold obedience relationship between the monarch and his subjects was restored.

"Here, my son knows the truth, my son deserves death!" The Ninth Prince knelt down guiltily. At this time, even if he really didn't know, he couldn't say he didn't know.

"I have heard about this incident, but I have not obtained evidence. Before entering Beijing, I have made corresponding arrangements before returning to Beijing boldly. I was so concerned about my father's dragon body that I was in a hurry to enter Beijing, and did not consider the military situation. Please punish me!" "

"You! You are confused!" The old emperor suddenly became very angry. Even though he was old and fatuous, greedy for life and afraid of death, the teachings of his ancestors had already been engraved into his bones. One must be responsible.

The Ninth Prince lowered his head even lower in guilt. "Evil! If the country is destroyed in my hands, how can I face my ancestors!" The old emperor beat his chest in pain, and was so excited that he couldn't breathe for a while.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the prince stepped forward and grabbed the other person's chest, and rushed outside to call for the imperial physician. Fortunately, the imperial physician stayed directly next to the emperor's bedroom and was always there.The imperial physician quickly pricked several acupuncture points with needles, and then fed him a pill. After a long time, the emperor let out a sigh of relief.

"Old Jiu, tonight, you return to the camp immediately without delay, and I will not punish you. After investigating this matter thoroughly, I will see what that little yellow-haired boy wants to do." The emperor said weakly.

"Yes! I would like to obey my father's order!" Yan Muran nodded disheartened, completely ignoring the prince's malicious smile hidden in the dark.

It is true that Mu Qiuqi colluded with the nomads, but originally he thought that Mu Yue would have a headache, but now that the Ninth Prince delivered the goods to his door, of course it would give him a headache.

The old emperor waved them back weakly, and felt dizzy when he just woke up. He felt that his body was very heavy? Based on his years of emperor intuition, it didn't seem like typhoid symptoms. How could anyone? He had typhoid fever and didn't heal within half a year. It's hard to say, the imperial physician is also helpless, could it be that he is old and suspicious?

The Ninth Prince returned to Concubine Li's dorm in desperation, told her about this, and said that he was going to leave tonight. Concubine Li was so distressed that she cooked a table of delicious dishes with her own hands, and gave him all the money she had saved on weekdays. Retired? He told him all the information and information he had collected in detail.

It mentioned that the prince is always a dandy and incompetent? He even connives at the courtiers if they don’t go to court. He is really not the person who is enthroned? The emperor probably uses him as a free labor force.

The Ninth Prince smiled wryly and shook his head. After what happened early this morning, I'm afraid he can no longer look at his Fifth Brother from the eyes of a dandy and incompetent. Maybe he can do much more than the Third Brother.

The author has something to say: I often don’t understand why my pea-sized brain writes about palace fights and power schemes all day long that don’t fit its pea-sized size.