Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

After the new emperor ascended the throne, he issued a posthumous edict while pardoning the whole world, which was an edict of his own guilt involved in the Yanzhou incident 18 years ago.

Most of the people in the market have forgotten the whole story of the accident. They only remember that the fire lit up the entire South Main Street all night long.

The first emperor died of a stroke. Before the funeral, he dictated his crimes of listening to and believing, and mistakenly killed Wen's family.

It was Fuyanhou Yingshi who brought the truth back to the sky, maybe it should be called Wensheng now.

The eldest son of the Wen family, who was punished as a traitor and killed in the military camp back then, has stayed in Shangjing for many years with another identity.

This news has just come out, and most of the people's mouths are full of panic and suspicion.There are many instigations by people with a heart, but the city of Shangjing, which has experienced the death of the former emperor, is already in panic.

Above the court, there are voices of questioning and hearing every day.Some people say that since he returned to Beijing, he planned to overturn Wen's case, and he was too scheming to stay on the king's side for a long time.

There are also people who contacted the past events in the court, and even accused him of the assassination of the first emperor, even though Xie Qi's murder of the first emperor has already been proved.

As for the dispute between the court and the market, Wen Sheng didn't have any extra energy to care about it at the moment.He has received Xie Xun's edict to go south to attack Yue, and he has been preparing troops in the barracks these days.

The best way to quell chaos is war. As long as the war against Vietnam is won, no amount of gossip in Beijing will turn into rootless dust.

At this time in the Grand Tutor's Mansion, Xie Xun was talking to Song Fuling, and what he was talking about was exactly what happened in the court today.

"Shangshu of the Ministry of War had an interview with me again this morning, and he was talking about attacking the Yue Kingdom. I have made up my mind, but this person has been rambling all day long..."

Song Fuling is wiping the Chunlan on the table. He loves to grow flowers these few years, and there are green plants everywhere in and outside the courtyard.

"What about the Minister of the Ministry of War? It's just a second-rank Guanglu doctor. You are the emperor and the son of heaven. Why are you so afraid of a minister?"

"I'm not afraid... I just don't want to chill the hearts of the courtiers." Xie Xun already knew the truth about the Yanzhou Incident, and he didn't have the same doubts about Wen Sheng and Song Fuling.

"Cold heart?" Song Fuling chuckled lightly: "The cold one is their hearts. If you don't show them some imperial tricks, they will just treat you as the prince forever."

"Teacher means..."

"One emperor and one courtier," Song Fuling turned back, "Your Majesty should have his own ideas. Song is only the prince's tutor, not the emperor's tutor. Don't just ask me about many things in the future."

Xie Xun knew this truth, he could also understand why his father attacked Wen Shi back then, and he could see why Fu Yanhou picked him to overturn the case after he ascended the throne.

But it is one thing to know, but it is not so easy for him to accept the fact that he is alone.

"Teacher," Xie Xun said after a moment of silence, "Are you leaving?"

"Why did Your Majesty say that?" Song Fuling asked with a smile.

"The Taifu is a smart man, and I am not stupid. I am now relying on the Taifu and Marquis Fuyan because of the situation. When I am firmly on the throne, I will definitely not rely on you again."

"Oh? Why is that?" Song Fuling pretended to be surprised.

Xie Xun's eyes were burning: "I have been deceived once, and I will not be deceived a second time. I know this, and the Taifu must know it too."

Song Fuling carefully looked at the young man in front of him, the memories of the past drifted past his eyes like a cloud of smoke, he beckoned to Xie Xun: "Come here."

"You!" Xie Xun hesitated to speak, originally he wanted to reprimand Song Fuling for his rudeness, but when he turned around, he was suppressed by another thought.

In the years to come, he and the Tai Tuo may never be so close again.

Thinking about it this way, Xie Xun still stepped forward as he said.

As usual, Song Fuling stroked his hair very naturally, as usual when he was happy during the lecture: "I won't leave for the time being, at least until you take back South Vietnam and secure your throne before leaving."

The State of Yue has always been the pain in the heart of the first emperor, and now it has also become the pain in Xie Xun's heart.That was something that belonged to the Qing Kingdom, how could Xie Xun remain indifferent?

"Teacher... woo woo woo..."

Let him cry for the last time, and after returning to the palace, there is no place to cry even if he wants to cry.

Three days later, it was heard that the entire army was marching towards South Vietnam. Even though the Yue Kingdom had already prepared for it and set up an ambush in Zhongling, the Qing army attacked the gate of the capital like a broken bamboo all the way.

Xie Qi closed the city, and the Emperor of Yue fled to the small southwestern country with Empress Dowager Zhang.

The national strength of the Yue State is much stronger than before, but this battle was fought so beautifully, and it was heard that the name of "God of War" was added in Shangjing overnight.

Although it took a lot of time to win Xiajing in the end, the Qing army did not lose a single soldier or general.

It was rumored by the common people that Marquis Fuyan and the third prince of Yue had met in private before going to Beijing to surrender.It is impossible to know what the two talked about, and then the third prince jumped off the city gate.

In this battle, the Qing Kingdom won a big victory.

When the good news came back to Beijing, the most excited person was Xie Xun.He tossed and turned without sleep for two nights, knelt down in front of the former emperor's tablet for another night, and when he came back, he talked about the matter of being promoted to the rank for Wen Sheng.

After this great victory, the impeachment of Wen Sheng above the court suddenly disappeared without a trace.

A meritorious minister who took back the country, and an unjust minister, the combination of these two points is enough to be heard and enshrined in the hearts of the people.

Even if those courtiers and officials were reluctant, they had to accept the fact that they could not be defeated.

On the day when the class teacher returned to the imperial court, the whole capital city was boiling.The main street from the city gate to the palace was crowded with cheering people, and everyone rushed to see the heroic appearance of the God of War.

Xie Xun even waited at the gate of the city with all the civil and military officials early in the morning. Hearing the sound of armored bodies in front of the team from a distance, he couldn't help getting up.

"Wearing the sound is worthy of the sacred order, and took back the Zhongling South Region for His Majesty." After dismounting from the horse, he immediately saluted.

But before he could bow, he was stopped by Xie Xun: "Fu Yanhou has worked hard, from now on you will be my hero in Daqing. No, you should be called Yan Guogong in the future..."

Xie Xun recruited the palace servants behind him: "Take it here, and read out the reward I intend to give to Duke Yan in front of everyone!"

"Your Majesty, wait a moment." Before the palace man stepped forward, he interrupted, "I have something to say."

"You can say anything, and you can ask for any reward!" Xie Xun thought that he was asking for some kind of favor when he heard the sound.

There is nothing wrong with saying grace, it's just another kind: "Chen Zhi is not in court, so I specifically ask His Majesty for grace to go back to my hometown in Binzhou to rebuild my Wen family's ancestral hall."

Xie Xun was astonished. He never expected that the kindness he asked for was to resign: "Isn't Duke Yan trying to test me? Do you think I will be suspicious of you?"

"Yes," Wen Sheng said bluntly, "I am afraid that your majesty's suspicion will be aroused by the great achievements, so it is better to disarm and return to the field as soon as possible."

Afraid of the misunderstanding of Xie Xun, Wen Sheng added: "Wen Sheng is grateful to His Majesty for clearing up Wen's grievances. If there is an imperial order in the future, he will die after he has dedicated himself to death."

This actually gave Xie Xun peace of mind and a step up for him.

In front of the people in the city, Xie Xun must give Wen Sheng a reward, so that he can show the generosity of the Mingjun.But what is happening now does not mean that it will be the same in the future. The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, so it is better to end it before both parties are suspicious.

However, loyalty still has to be shown, leaving a way out for the future.

Sure enough, although Xie Xun was astonished, he finally agreed to Wen Sheng's request to be disarmed and return to the fields.

On the day he heard the sound and left the capital, Xie Xun personally came to the Hou's mansion to see him off, and the people in the city also gathered on the streets early.

"Your Majesty, go back. In the future, the prosperity and peace will be peaceful. I hope that Wen will never go to Beijing again." Before getting into the car, Wen Sheng and Xie Xun clasped their hands.

"I will send you out of the city." Xie Xun insisted.

The horses and chariots went straight to the pier. Hearing that the road had to go down the Lin'an River until it reached the mouth of the sea before arriving at his hometown in Binzhou.

When the boats and wagons were handing over, Fusang got off one of the wagons.When she hears the news and goes back to Binzhou, she must also leave.

Only Song Fuling will be later. Now that the homeland is lost and recovered, it is far from the time to retire.

Hearing that Xie Xun had already left and boarded the boat because he packed his luggage, so Xie Xun happened to look over when Fusang came down.

There was a short distance between the two, and Fusang waved as usual: "Prince!"

Xie Xun's lips moved, and finally he only said one sentence: "I am no longer the prince."

Fusang seemed to have come to his senses now, and scratched his head to apologize: "Ah, I forgot, you are the emperor now!"

"Let's go!" Ji Han urged from the front.

"Immediately," Fusang responded and jumped off the carriage, not noticing Xie Xun's hand subconsciously stretched out because of her movement, and patted the hem of his clothes smartly after landing, "Emperor, I'm leaving!"

Xie Xun smiled slightly: "Okay."

He didn't show any more reluctance, just like sending her back home countless times in the past, the only difference was that she would never call him the prince again.

There is nothing to be sad about, he is no longer the prince.

The boat gradually moved away from the river bank, and the yellow clothes on the bank also receded further and further away.Hearing the sound, someone summoned Fusang from the cabin and asked, "Are you sure you want to follow me to Binzhou?"

Before leaving, Song Fuling was most reluctant to part with her.

Fusang held a big bowl of Tangyuanzi: "What, if I go to Binzhou, won't I be full?"

"That's not true, it's just that the style is far worse than that of Shangjing." Hearing looked at her expression: "After leaving, some friends may not be able to see each other again."

"There will be a farewell." Fusang took a sip and said a little carelessly, turned his head and was attracted by the shouts on the shore, and waved his arms: "I will miss you~"

Clear and pleasant, spread far and wide.

Two years later, a seaside town in Binzhou.

There is an open space behind the only market in the town, which is close to the official road, and it is the kickball court built by the largest wealthy businessman in the town, Wen Yuanwai, for his beloved daughter.

On weekdays, when the little lady of the Wen family is not playing here, the place is mostly occupied by the town's rogues.

Unexpectedly, an unknown person came to the field today: "May I ask where the family of Yuan Wen in the town lives?"

The person who said this was a young man in Taoist robes, his smile was gentle and gentle, and he seemed to be more beautiful than the little ladies in the town.

The boy who was accosted blushed immediately: "You... you asked me?"

"Yes, if you are willing to take me there, thank you very much."

Judging from the carriage this man was sitting in, he was definitely not short of money. The kid who was asked wiped his hands and kicked the ball to the side: "You don't need to lead the way. I'll show you. It's easy to find."

As he spoke, he was about to step forward to show the way, but just after taking two steps, he heard the whistling wind blowing past his ears, and the next moment, he saw an extra kick ball in the hand of the man in the carriage, which was the one he kicked out just now.

Thinking that someone came here while he had no time, the kid turned around and was about to scold the brother who came with him for not understanding the rules, but found that the person standing next to him was the Wen Yuan himself!

"Sme... Wen Yuanwai?"

Was the ball kicked by a foreign player?Why has he never heard that Wen Yuanwai can play cuju?

"Returning to my hometown." Wen Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the carriage with a half-smile in his eyes.

Song Fuling in the car also got out, and kicked the ball in his hand twice towards Wen Sheng: "Resign and return to the field."

Even though he hasn't kicked for a long time, Wen Sheng's movements are still agile, and in Song Fuling's eyes, it is a joke: "The sword is not old."

"Sharp teeth." Wen Sheng sighed helplessly, then turned to talk to the boys on the field: "Maybe play football with me? No matter if I win or lose, I will treat you to Shiweiju."

"Kick!" Everyone agreed unanimously.

The race started soon, and it was late spring. Although it was still a bit chilly, it didn't feel cold after running hot.

There are a total of six boys on the field, plus Song Fuling and Wen Sheng can be divided into teams of four each.There is no distinction between ball-head players, whoever has the ability to score goals will score.

No one expected that Song Fuling scored the first goal, and there was quite a trick before the ball entered the basket.

While the footsteps were teleporting, the ball also came and went. After the ball landed, Song Fuling looked at Wen Sheng provocatively: "This trick, the meteor turns with every step!"

"Good shot!" Song Fuling's teammate praised repeatedly.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyebrows: "Have you worked hard?"

"What do you say?"

The confrontation was fleeting, and soon a new battle began.Hearing the sound, he caught up with a ball: "Here, let Mingyue come chasing people."

"Haha! It's pretty neat!"

The game didn't end until sunset, and Wen Sheng gave the group of boys two taels of silver to go to Shiweiju to beat the teeth as promised, and he brought Song Fuling back to Wenfu.

"Where's Little Fusang? Why didn't you hear her?" After entering the door, she didn't hear anything unusual, and Song Fuling was a little puzzled.

"I went fishing with Ji Han, and I should be back now." Before the words finished, a clear voice sounded from the door: "Father! Today is a big harvest..."

The second half of the sentence was suddenly broken after seeing Song Fuling in the yard: "Uncle! Are you back?"

After finishing speaking, he threw the fish in his hand into Ji Han's arms behind him, and ran over in three or two steps into Song Fuling's arms.

Ji Han subconsciously caught it: "..."

The uncles and nephews began to reminisce about the past from the moment they entered the door, and they were still very affectionate until they landed on the dining table.

Ji Han glanced at Song Fuling and then at Wen Sheng: "You two are indeed brothers, brothers, won't you grow old?"

Song Fuling was only praising him: "I haven't seen you for two years, and Mr. Ji hasn't changed at all?"

Ji Han snorted: "It's interesting that I can be the same as you..."

Seeing that he was about to say something, he heard the voice interrupting in time: "How is the situation in Beijing in the past two years? Song Taifu's virtuous name has spread to the seaside."

"He's a young man of the Holy Spirit. I'm just helping from the sidelines. The war has been settled, and it has nothing to do with me after that." Song Fuling said very frankly.

Ji Han gave him a squinting look: "You can see it openly, if you say you have a good future, let it go."

Song Fuling smiled: "It's better to be happy by my brother's side."

"Hiss..." Ji Han's teeth ached for a while.

Fusang glared angrily: "Why, do you have an opinion?"

"Oh, that's right," Song Fuling suddenly thought of something while the two of them were staring at each other, "The Holy Majesty has already appointed Marquis Cao's daughter before I come back. In a few months, the good news of the wedding will come to Binzhou."

Hearing the sound, he raised his head, his eyes froze on Fusang's face: "You decided?"

Song Fuling shook her head lightly: "The Holy Majesty read it by himself, and randomly picked a picture from the album, it's Mrs. Cao."

After saying that, he seemed to think of something, and turned to ask Fusang: "Does little Fusang miss going to Beijing? Do you want to go back and have a look?"

"Going to Beijing?"

Several men at the table suddenly became nervous because Fusang raised his head from the bowl.

"Shangjing doesn't have such fresh and tender grilled fish!" She picked up a chopstick of fish, and said vaguely in her mouth.

The stagnant air suddenly came alive because of these words.Hearing the sound, he continued to eat, while Ji Han poured out the soup.

Only Song Fuling sighed inaudibly. Although he was more happy for Fusang's open-mindedness, he couldn't deny that he felt sorry for Xie Xun.

After dinner, watching Fusang walking cats and dogs in the yard, these few regrets were instantly forgotten.

Forget it, marry whoever the family loves this day, don't focus on harming a tree in their Wen family.

Having said that, if Fusang showed the slightest hesitation today, he might fly back to Shangjing immediately and smash Xie Xun's wedding bed.

But Wen Sheng and Ji Han didn't think so at all.

The author has something to say:

Slowly play the ending of this world: HE!

Originally I wanted to write a special episode about Xie Xun, but when I thought it was a tragedy, I would definitely choke my mouth, so I gave up

In the next world, the younger brother who is a school scumbag and a bully, two steels will fight directly, I can't help it hahaha, I will try my best to let you haha

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