limited backtracking

In the fifth year of Xihe, Emperor Bailiyi of Xihe established Concubine Xian as the queen.

The next year, the queen gave birth to a son, named "Eucalyptus", who was established as the crown prince and seated in the East Palace.

In the tenth year of Xihe, Jieyu Qin's family gave birth to a son. The emperor was overjoyed. He planned to give the title "Shu" and concubine Shu, and the prince named him "Xi".

The prince has both talent and appearance, and extraordinary courage and insight. When he was young, he went to Yunsui with the army to conquer Great Liang. He made great achievements in battle, and the people called him the "Little God of War".

In the 23rd year of Xihe, the prince was ordered to return to Beijing and entered the Imperial College to study the way of governing the country, and he never went to the battlefield again.

In the 26th year of Xihe, the prince went south to suppress the bandits. On the day he returned to Beijing, the Ciyuan Hall was flooded and the queen died.Three days later, the emperor abolished the position of Prince Bailiyan, demoted him to King Jing, and confined him to Prince Jing's mansion outside the palace.

In the 28th year of Xihe, the emperor appointed the prince Bailixi as the prince of the East Palace.

***

In the 29th year of Xihe, winter.

This year's winter came earlier than usual, and it was a little colder than usual.On a rare sunny day, the tea stalls on the street were full of people, and folk gossip was hidden in the curling smoke.

"Have you heard? Jiang Xiaohou, who has been guarding the frontier for three years, is going to return to the imperial court recently."

"Who told you? Is this news reliable?"

"It's been rumored every year that Young Master Jiang won and returned to the court, but which time is it true? Could it be that he is lying again this time?"

"Hey, as soon as my elder brother who is an official in the court heard it with his own ears, can it be true?"

"Jiang Xiaohou Ye can be said to be a replica of His Royal Highness King Jing, and his illustrious military exploits are comparable to His Royal Highness King Jing."

"Who says it's not? As expected of being the queen of the general family, this young master Jiang has a bit of the demeanor of his father, the old master Jiang."

"However, after His Highness King Jing was abolished as the crown prince, he rarely showed up in the past three years. Does anyone know the reason?"

"Shh, it's okay to talk about it, be careful not to lose your head."

"..."

The tea stall is not big, and there are no more than six tables outside. Although they are full, everyone is talking about the little Marquis Jiang who guards the frontier. No one notices that there is a man in white with a bamboo hat sitting at the table in the corner. .The white veil hanging down from the bamboo hat could not completely cover his face, but he could still see some contours.

Even in an ordinary small tea stall, one can feel that he has an extraordinary background and excellent education.

Bai Lian specially picked a dark corner where the sun can't reach, he picked up the teacup, let it cool down a little, and then took a sip from his lips.The tea is not as good as what he drank before, but for him now, it is passable, and he will get used to it after drinking it a few times.

"Your Highness."

Bai Lian raised his eyelids and stared at Feng Zhi standing in front of him, silently reminding him.

Feng Zhi realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly changed his words: "Uh, son."

Thyme gave an "um" and continued to drink his tea.

Feng Zhi walked to his side and said softly: "My lord, I've been out for a while, it's time to go back."

Bai Lian didn't care about the time, he only cared about what he just told Feng Zhi, "Have you bought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

"Buy it, two packs."

Bai Lian put down the teacup, got up and straightened his clothes, "Okay, let's go, give me the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and go pay for the tea."

"Yes." Feng Zhi gave him a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, went to pay for the tea, and followed Bai Lian back to Prince Jing's mansion.

"My lord, I just heard a lot of people talking at the tea stall about Young Master Jiang going back to Beijing. Is this really the case?"

"How do I know." Bai Lian untied the rope, took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the paper bag, and responded casually, "He never told me."

Feng Zhi murmured, "Don't young masters always write letters to Young Master in secret? Why didn't you tell Young Master?"

Bai Lian handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to the right, and said in a disgusted tone, "Take a piece for yourself and shut your mouth. You talk a lot."

"..." Feng Zhi didn't dare to disobey his order, and reached out to take a piece, "Yes, thank you, young master."

Feng Zhi didn't say a word until he was outside the wall of Prince Jing's mansion.

"Turn over." Bai Lian raised his head to look at the courtyard wall, and flipped into the courtyard with ease, without disturbing the guards at the door.

Feng Zhi followed closely behind, the two hid the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, walked around the guards in the courtyard as if nothing had happened, walked into the study, and closed the door.

"Fengzhi, almost three years?"

"Soon, it will be three years since the Lantern Festival."

Bai Lian flipped through the almanac, tapped it with his fingers, and looked indifferently at the day of the Lantern Festival.

"Ten days."

***

Jiang Weiyan hadn't returned to Bianjing for nearly three years, and there were constant wars at the border. It wasn't until a month ago that the war was quelled. After the five marginal cities were settled, Jiang Weiyan was ready to return to the dynasty.

Approaching Bianjing, Jiang Weiyan saw the people standing on the city wall from a distance, but the distance was too far to see them clearly.Jiang Weiyan rode a horse at the forefront of the army, and as he moved closer and closer, the figure on the city wall became clearer, and Jiang Weiyan's face became colder.

How could the person wearing the prince's costume be Bailixi?

Why didn't Bai Lian mention it to him?

Baili Xi had already come down from the city wall, and was standing outside the city gate, waiting for the triumphant return of Jiang's army.

Jiang Weiyan didn't know what happened in the previous dynasty, even if he had doubts about the replacement of the "Prince", he didn't show it, he got off his horse, and he didn't lose the courtesy he should have done.

Baili Xi is in the year of Zhixue. He looks fair and clean. He looks a few years younger than his actual age. You are finally back."

"His Royal Highness greets you personally, and it is my honor."

"Father is waiting for you, go into the palace."

Jiang Weiyan bowed to him and saluted: "Yes."

The people retreated to both sides of the road, watching the mighty army from the south of the city to the north of the city.

Baili Eucalyptus was laying on the sun lounger in the yard with his arms pillowed on his pillow. The location of King Jing's Mansion was already considered to be out of the way. You can hear the sound of soldiers and horses marching and the cheers of the people all over the street.

Bai Lian took off the book covering his face, slowly opened his eyes, and flew to the eaves with a little effort, and stretched his neck to look at the source of the sound.

"I'm back." Bai Lian smiled, and his eyes followed the man on the horse until he couldn't see him.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

The voice floated from bottom to top, Bai Lian sat on the spine with a slumped face, propping his chin, a little impatiently, "I heard that, where is the soul?"

Feng Zhi was followed by two guards, and the three of them were looking for him around the small courtyard, and they looked up together when they heard the voice from above.

Feng Zhi was dazzled by the sunlight, "Your Highness, why did you climb up the roof?"

Bai Lian raised his eyebrows like a playboy, "Basking in the sun, you care about me?"

Feng Zhi turned his head, not knowing what he had said to the guard behind him, the two bowed to Bai Lian and left.After the two of them walked away, Bai Lian jumped off the roof and landed firmly on the grass.

Bai Lian sat back on the recliner, "What's the matter?"

"Tomorrow's Shangyuan Festival, there is news from the palace that His Highness will be invited to attend the Shangyuan Palace Banquet."

There was a smile on the corner of Baili'an's mouth, and he said mockingly: "Isn't it three years old? Are you willing to let me out?"

"It's only a day away, maybe forget it." Noticing that Baili's eyes were dazzled by the sun, Feng Zhi moved a bit to block the sunlight that fell on Baili's face, "That palace banquet... "

"Push it." Bai Lian bent down to pick up a small stone, threw it to the side casually, and said indifferently: "Just say that the weather is cold, I have a leg problem, and I really can't get out of bed and walk around. Killed himself."

Feng Zhi glanced at the half-cut tree branch that was knocked down by the stone, and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

Bai Lian thought of something, and said again: "By the way, find out my red cloak, I want to wear it."

Feng Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Is it the one from three years ago?"

Bailiyan closed her eyes, lay lazily on the chair, and replied softly: "Yes."

"Your Highness, aren't you..." Feng Zhi remembered that Bai Lian hadn't worn that cloak for three years, "At the beginning, the subordinate said to burn it, but you refused, so you kept it, that cloak... ..."

"Feng Zhi, you talk too much." Bai Lian interrupted him, his expression did not change, but his tone was a little harsh, "Do you still remember who is the master?"

"This subordinate made a slip of the tongue, this subordinate will do it now."

After Feng Zhi left, a pale golden cat jumped onto Eucalyptus's lap, licked its paws lazily, and lay down quietly.

"What are you doing? Running out suddenly?" Bai Lian chuckled, stroked the blue hair behind the cat's ears, and smoothed the cat's fur, "Come and find me?"

Wanyue rubbed her head against Eucalyptus barley, and gave a soft "meow", as if she understood and responded to him.

***

Jiang Weiyan took off his sword and followed Bailixi into the main hall. Bailiyi sat on the dragon chair, not angry.

"My son has seen his father."

"Chen, see the emperor."

Bai Liyi raised his hand, "You don't need to be too polite, just sit down."

After the two were seated, Bai Liyi continued: "Jiang Weiyan, you really deserve to be the God of War in my Great Xia. For three years, the border border has been raging with flames. If you hadn't been guarding me, how could my Great Xia be stable today?"

Jiang Weiyan got up, and bowed to Bailiyi, "The emperor has praised the word 'God of War', I am really ashamed of it, I am a citizen of Daxia, and it is my responsibility to protect Daxia."

"Sit down, there is no need to be formal. Jiang Laohou and I are also close friends. Back then, your father was as old as you are now. He saved the thirteen prefectures of Yunsui, and he is still guarding the thirteen prefectures." Bai Liyi leaned on the dragon chair, recalling the past, "Yunsui is a treasure land. Back then, the old man Jiang helped the building to collapse, and Yunsui could be as prosperous as it is now."

Back then when Southern Chu went north, the Yunsui Thirteen Prefectures were almost lost. Jiang Xun rushed to Yunsui overnight with his soldiers and horses. South Marquis.When the world mentions the word "God of War", the first thing that comes to mind is Jiang Xun.

There has been no war in the Thirteen Prefectures of Yunsui for a long time, and Jiang Xun did not return to Bianjing very often, and everyone discussed it gradually less and less. On the contrary, Jiang Xun's youngest son, Jiang Weiyan, was often pulled out and became the talk of the common people after dinner. And "God of War" gradually became linked with another person.

Baili Xi spoke at the right time, his voice full of longing, "Now the young master has restored the five marginal cities, the thirteen prefectures of Yunsui and the five marginal cities, protecting Daxia from the south to the north, making them invincible."

"The prince is right, Daxia has the Jiang family, so I feel at ease."

The Jiang family was originally just an ordinary business family, and their ancestors have been well versed in the way of doing business for generations. Somehow, when they came to Jiang Xun's place, this way seemed to be a bit off the track.Compared with doing business, Jiang Xun prefers wielding knives and guns. After he handed over the family business to his sister, he resolutely joined the army and went up step by step in the imperial army, and finally sat on the seat of the commander of the imperial army.

It can be said that the current Jiangmen Jiang family was created by Jiang Xun himself.

Everyone in the world knows that Jiang Xun has an only son, whom he loves very much, but few people have seen him, because Jiang Weiyan is weak and sick, and he lives in seclusion all year round.It wasn't until Jiang Weiyan and Bai Lian returned to Beijing after the Battle of Youzhou six years ago that everyone saw the legendary Jiang Xiaohou.

"Now that General Chu is in charge of the five marginal cities, Ah Yan can also rest for a while. He hasn't returned to Beijing for a long time. This Bianjing is much more lively than it was six years ago. The fighting has stopped, and Ah Yan doesn't have to go to the border anymore. I heard Concubine Shu say that I often hear Madam Jiang talking about you, so it must be because I miss you very much."

Bai Liyi seemed to be understating what he said, but Jiang Weiyan understood. He curled the corner of his mouth slightly, "Of course that's good. I always miss my mother when I'm on the edge, and I want to spend more time with her when I return to Beijing. General Chu and the cavalry appointed by the emperor, the minister can also be lazy and have a leisurely time."

Bai Liyi looked happy, and said with a smile: "It seems that Ah Yan is still a child at heart, and loves to play."

Jiang Weiyan responded with a smile.

The author has something to say:

Overhead history cannot stand the test...