History of Yongwu

Changxindian

Yan Shijun looked up at the cornice with his hands behind his back, sneered, and stepped on the imperial steps.Squeak... The hall door was pushed open, he walked in slowly, stepped on the jade floor under his feet, and saw the quiet Nangong Yuliang in the side hall.

"Yuliang"

"Brother!" Nangong Yuliang stood up, frowning, "Why didn't you let someone tell you?"

"I told them not to report," Yan Shijun said lightly, and began to look at the palace.

Nangong Yuliang frowned even tighter, and looked outside the door, feeling that the Changxin Hall was unusually quiet today.

"What's the matter, brother?"

"Let me ask you." Yan Shijun looked at him, "Have you changed your mind?"

"Changing your mind?" Nangong Yuliang's expression darkened.

Yan Shijun took a step forward, stood not far from him and said, "Forget King Jin, forget everything in this palace, stay with me"

"Brother, this is impossible, I said..."

"I know what you said!" Yan Shijun interrupted him, his expression darkened, and he lowered his voice, "It will never change, right?"

"That's right." Yan Shijun's expression made Nangong Yuliang feel cold, and the dissatisfaction finally appeared.

"Very good... very good" Yan Shijun was not too excited, but walked leisurely, continuing to look at the carved beams and painted pillars in the hall, "I have a story to tell you.

"I don't want to hear it. If brother is fine, please go back," Nangong Yuliang said.

"But I want to say"

"Ji'an" Nangong Yuliang became impatient, calling for Ji'an to come in and chase away the guests.

The inside and outside of the main hall were still abnormally quiet, Yan Shijun smiled coldly with his hands behind his back, Nangong Yuliang finally felt something was wrong, took a few steps to the side, and was grabbed by Yan Shijun.

"Let me go." Nangong Yuliang shook off his arm, "What did you do, where is Xi'er?"

"What are you doing?" Yan Shijun laughed, a kind of ridicule, and continued to say to him, "I'm forcing the palace, can't the Queen Mother see it?"

Force the palace!Cherish!Nangong Yuliang's expression changed immediately, and he was about to rush out again, but Yan Shijun pushed him back, and said coldly, "Don't worry, that little thing is fine now."

"Yan Shijun, you dare to imprison the emperor..."

"Why don't I dare!" Yan Shijun looked at him and said grimly, "Queen Mother, why are you stopping me?"

"How did you become like this?" Nangong Yuliang sat down on the chair next to him, looking at him in disbelief.

"Hehe..." Yan Shijun didn't answer his question, his expression returned to his previous indifference, and he said to him, "Queen Mother, Weichen has a story, you should listen to it. It happened in the tenth year of Yonghe, the summer when Xiang'er died. "

Nangong Yuliang's expression froze, looking at Yan Shijun's direction, he felt that there was a huge darkness lurking there, and it was about to swallow him.

Yan Shijun glanced at him, ignored him, and said, "You should keep Xiang'er's 'suicide note'. I still remember her puzzled eyes when she died. Now she should get the answer from Nangongxun."

"You..." Nangong Yuliang rolled his throat with difficulty, and asked with trembling lips, "What do you mean?"

"I mean"

Yan Shijun was facing him, smiling, gloomy and triumphant, "Nangong Xun died in my hands, Nangong Xiang died in my hands, and King Jin... he doesn't know anything like you, and he doesn't know anything until he dies."

There was a roar in his ears, like the sound of wind blowing in his ears when Nangong Yuliang imagined King Jin falling from the Sifang cliff countless times. He sat there with a dull expression, and did not make a sound for a long, long time.

Yan Shijun was very satisfied with his reaction, took a step forward and said, "Why did the good country of Zhao send troops to Anyang? Why did the rescue Anziqi fail so quickly? Queen Mother, because I gave my uncle a ride."

"Impossible, impossible." Nangong Yuliang stood up excitedly, grabbed his skirt and said, "I checked, and the Jin army was indeed only thirty miles away from my father and the others at that time, indeed..."

"That's right." Yan Shijun let him grab him, "But before that, An Ziqi could have rescued them, but I told Su Jia to intercept them halfway, that's why Zhao Jun appeared."

Yan Shijun paused for a moment, and continued with emotion and sarcasm, "An Dinghou is indeed very brave, so I have to do a little trick on the battlefield, otherwise I really won't be able to keep my uncle."

With his hands down, Nangong Yuliang swayed to support the pillar next to him, and when he looked up, Yan Shijun's eyes were full of complacency and insidiousness.

"Yan Shijun" Nangong Yuliang's hair hangs down a few strands, looking at him, "You will definitely suffer retribution"

"Retribution? Haha... retribution?" Yan Shijun looked at him and said with a sneer, "Nan Gongxiang also wanted Jin Wang to suffer retribution, but she died, and Jin Wang..."

He deliberately stepped forward and said to him, "Death is in our hands!"

us!Nangong Yuliang hid back for a while, staring at him and biting his lower lip tightly, feeling a little pain deep in his heart, which was spreading rapidly.

Seeing his reaction, Yan Shijun twisted his face, and said more viciously, "Queen Mother, you don't know the most exciting part yet."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Nangong Yuliang yelled, plugging his ears.

"Dream, you want to think about him with peace of mind, Nangong Yuliang, you are dreaming!!" Yan Shijun pulled his arm off, laughing wildly and sickly, "Nangong Xiang hates King Jin as much as you do. I finally chose to retaliate against all odds.”

"Do you know what is the most ridiculous thing?" Yan Shijun looked at him with mocking eyes, "Nan Gongxiang just fascinated King Jin. The thing you hate the most never happened. This arrangement is just to make the lie more real. , make you hate King Jin even more, and make King Jin have to make mistakes."

A more real lie... Nangong Yuliang murmured unconsciously, feeling his whole body go cold. He couldn't imagine how deep Yan Shijun's evil was.

"The doctor An Ziqi found was arranged by Zhuo Qingfeng. As for the 'evidence' of your diagnosis, it's just an illusion. You seem to be too confident in your medical skills."

"Zhuo Qingfeng!!" Nangong Yuliang raised his head and rushed towards him suddenly, pinching his neck, "Bastard, Yan Shijun, you bastard..."

Snapped!Nangong Yuliang fell to the ground, Yan Shijun looked down at him, the red fingerprints were printed on Nangong Yuliang's fair cheeks, which was very obvious.

Yan Shijun's eyes dimmed for a moment, "You never smiled at me properly." He reached out his hand to touch his cheek.

Nangong Yuliang brushed it away, looked at him coldly and said, "You're not worth it!"

"I'm not worth it, but the one who deserves you is dead, Nangong Yuliang..." Yan Shijun straightened up, looked around and the last trace of pity dissipated in his heart, "You are in this palace, regret it to death!"

With a bang, the high hall door was tightly closed, footsteps sounded from outside the door, and soon the corridor was filled with dark shadows, tightly surrounding Changxin Hall.

"Ah ... Ah ..." Nangong Yuliang knelt on the ground and shouted, and his nails were deeply trapped in the flesh, but even so, he couldn't reach the pain in his heart.

Outside the hall, the young emperor heard his father's cry, and wanted to chase after him with tears in his eyes, but was grabbed by the soldiers next to him. Yan Shijun looked down at him, and the cold killing intent flashed away in his eyes.

You have always only had King Jin in your eyes. In the past, you liked him, but later you hated him. If it weren't for this little thing, you would have wanted to accompany him the day he died.

Yan Shijun kept fighting, fighting for his whole life, only to find that he never removed King Jin from Nangong Yuliang's heart, no matter life or death, love or hate, he would only get deeper and deeper in his heart.

That being the case, Nangong Yuliang, you are in this palace, remember him forever!

"Invite Your Majesty into the Hall of Supreme Harmony." Yan Shijun looked at the young emperor coldly, "Without my order, no one is allowed to see His Majesty, and no one is allowed to go near the palace."

After a long time, the night had covered up all the plots and crimes. Nangong Yuliang was still kneeling on the cold jade. The hall was pitch-black. With his head hanging down and his bun scattered, under the faint light from the window, he looked like a dead ghost. .

"Queen Mother" Ji An called out carefully, and approached him quietly, "Are you all right?"

"Ji'an" Nangong Yuliang's voice was hoarse, "Where's Xi'er?"

"Your Majesty is imprisoned in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but there is no danger." Ji An said, looking at Nangong Yuliang, clenched his palms and said, "Queen Mother, this slave will always be loyal to you, if..."

"No, Ji'an" Nangong Yuliang suddenly raised his head, grabbed him and said, "From today onwards, you must be like everyone else, be loyal to Yan Shijun, be loyal to him, and win his trust"

Ji An was stunned for a moment, the queen mother who was usually warm and gentle, suddenly seemed to be a different person, those bleak eyes under the moonlight, recalling them many years later, still made him feel cold all over.

"Yes, the servant knows"

Nangong Yuliang bit her lower lip desperately and looked out of the window until she tasted the smell of blood.

My lord, I don't deserve to live, but I can't die, I can't let Yan Shijun succeed, I want to kill him, to avenge my father, Xiang'er, and you!

In the midsummer of June in the fifth year of Jianping, Empress Dowager Nangong Yuliang recuperated in the palace and returned to the emperor. However, the young emperor asked Wenhou to assist the government.

Since then, no one has seen the Empress Dowager again. The emperor first sat in the palace, and later he refused to meet the ministers because he was too young to be tired. The old ministers of Emperor Xuan were either relegated or died tragically. It is not appropriate to use things in the name, not allowed to participate in politics, and trapped in the capital.

In the middle of Beijing, the Jianping Army, Fenglin Army, Imperial City Forbidden Army and even the Beijing Army all took refuge in Wen Hou.

西镇

Qin Yu came out of the house with a medicine bowl in his hand. Qu Fenghui just entered the door. Seeing his appearance, he asked, "Isn't it better yet?"

"It's better." Qin Yu put down the bowl, took out a honey jar, scooped out a large spoonful and put it in the bowl, and said while pouring water, "The doctor said he was frightened, that's why it took so long."

"You too, insist on killing people in front of children." Qu Fenghui rolled his eyes, helped him stir with a spoon and said, "If I do, I'll be scared too."

"What can I do?" Qin Yu snatched back the bowl, felt the temperature was right, and said as he walked into the room, "I have a lame leg, that's all I can do."

"Oh... aren't you lame?"

"Go away, get some more medicine"

"Bastard!" Young Master Qu was full of displeasure, and got up swayingly, scolding Sixth Master Bai while heading to the pharmacy.

"Xiaofeng" Qin Yu sat down beside Lin Wanfeng's bed with a bowl in his hand, "Drink it"

Lin Wanfeng glanced at it, lowered his head and pressed his lips against the side of the bowl, and frowned after taking two sips.

"What, is it hot?"

"No." Lin Wanfeng shook his head and said, "It's too sweet."

Have it?Bai Liuye took a sip by himself and thought it was quite good. When decocting the medicine, he smelled the smell of the medicine juice, and he himself felt bitter to the bottom of his heart, so he felt that it was even harder to drink the medicine in the evening wind. Every time he finished feeding the medicine, he would Get him some nectar water.

"I'm going to pour some water"

"No, bring me the candied fruit you bought."

Bai Liuye got up to get it, Lin Wanfeng looked at him behind him and smiled.The surname Bai is rare and serious, very rare, very gratifying, very similar to when they fled to Jianye.

At that time, the surnamed Bai was also like this, decocting medicine, taking care of himself, doing whatever he asked him to do, never arguing with himself, and not...disappearing at every turn.

When Qin Yu came back, he saw him lying on the bed in a daze, "What are you thinking?"

"How is Xiaoyue?" Lin Wanfeng collected his thoughts when he saw him come back.

"I··"

Just as Qin Yu opened his mouth, Qu Fenghui came back with the medicine in hand, and replied casually, "It's nothing, I'm much better than you, but the little girl will never come to work with you again."

Lin Wanfeng still looked at Bai Liuye, Qin Yu froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've never seen her before"

Qu Fenghui shook his head, hating that iron could not be made into steel, he rolled his eyes at Bai Liuye, dropped the medicine and left.

"Xiaofeng" Qin Yu saw him leaving, and asked cautiously, "Do you like Xiaoyue?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lin Wanfeng lay on the bed, and a candied fruit in his hand hit him on the face.

"Then why do you keep asking her?" Qin Yu took the candied fruit, stuffed it into his mouth and said, "You were still tied up together that night." It's late at night, if the little girl doesn't go home and come to you, what can be the reason?

"I'm not like you, I always think of old cows eating tender grass"

"You're only a few years older than her"

"The one surnamed Bai" Lin Wanfeng finally got angry, stared at him and said, "You like him so much, you go and get married."

"I don't like it." Qin Yu waved his hand, looked aside and said, "I can be her father now." He thought of Wei Xia, and felt a little uncomfortable. What a good little girl, she was killed by him.

Lin Wanfeng frowned secretly, suddenly didn't want to continue talking, covered the quilt and turned his back to him and said, "My surname is Bai, don't worry about my affairs in the future."

"You child, Daddy..."

"The surname is Bai!"

"Good good good" Qin Yu hurriedly stopped talking and stood up and said, "Have a good rest, Boss Lin, let's go now, little one."

The door was closed, Bai Liuye left, Lin Wanfeng looked at the bed curtain, thought about how he left just now, and burst out laughing.

The author has something to say:

Nangong Yuliang has been taking revenge all his life, from one hatred to another, it is both hateful and pathetic.