emperor of a dynasty

In the early autumn, Yan Wuwei had packed up his luggage and was about to go to Chu State. Before leaving, Murong Yan pulled her family's Xiangguo with a bitter face and said, "Jin'er, I don't want you to go..."

The majestic king of a country is now pulling Xiangguo to act coquettishly and cutely. It's really... hard to say, and the maids beside him couldn't help covering their mouths and snickering when they saw it.

"I'm just going on a mission to another country, and I'll be back soon. Your majesty is so...why?"

"I can't bear it."

"...It's only two months at most."

"But there are still more than [-] days," Murong Yan said, and he felt wronged again. Last year, Yan Wuwei also inspected Qin, and he went there for more than a month, and now it's only been a year. Why? Are you going out again?After going so far, if she misses her, the pigeons will have to fly for a long time to tell her, "Jin'er, you stay with me, it's going to be winter soon, I'm afraid of the cold."

Yan Wuwei bent his lips, stretched out his hand to straighten the corner of Murong's clothes, "Your Majesty is afraid of the cold?"

Murong Xun nodded eagerly, afraid that Yan Wuwei would lose sight, "Yes, yes, it is very cold in winter, and I am really afraid of the cold alone."

"Is that so..."

Just when Murong Yan happily thought that Yan Wuwei would be left behind in this way, the woman said again, "If so, the king will not send his ministers out of the city."

"...?" Murong Xun didn't react for a while.

Mr. Xiangguo, isn't your routine reversed?

"Don't pretend to be sneaky." The woman added.

Murong Yan stared at Yan Wuwei pitifully with her watery eyes, and after a while, she whispered again as if she was discouraged, "How can there be a reason why a daughter-in-law goes out in this world and doesn't let her husband give it to her..."

"Huh?" The woman leaned forward and gently kissed a prince who was pouting and pouting his temper, "Hey, it's been windy these days, don't go out and catch the cold. Be good and wait for me in the king's capital, and I'll be back soon .It’s very cold in winter, remember to bring a hand stove in the morning and go to bed, and go to bed at night, don’t burn the earth dragon because of dry mouth, I told Tangtang, she..."

As he was talking, Yan Wuwei started rambling again, and Murong Yan felt happy when he heard it, but he felt awkward again, "Huh, don't listen to Gu, I just can't take care of myself well, if you catch a cold, you can catch a cold, Mr. Xiangguo Going out, how can I care about Gu..." She thought of something, and muttered again, "I don't even take me with my utensils, you have a biased eye."

Yan Wuwei: "..."

Murong Li pursed his lips and muttered a few words, after all, he was jealous that his little niece could go with Yan Wuwei, but he could only stay in the palace and wait for them to come back like a bitter woman, "Hey——" Murong Xun suddenly thought, "Jin'er! How about I go with you?"

"You?" Yan Wuwei seemed a little speechless, "What about the court?"

"Qi'er! The monarch is traveling, and the prince is in charge of the country—isn't it right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the expressionless Yan Wuwei looking at her without saying a word.

"..." Murong Yan shrank his neck and whispered, "Just talk..."

Yan Wuwei kept a straight face, and Murong Yan could only say, "Okay, okay, Gu knows, Mr. Xiangguo, please rest assured!"

As he spoke, Yan Wuwei pushed Yan Wuwei out of the door, "It's almost time, Mr. Xiangguo should be on his way, go early and come back early, I will miss you!!!"

Yan Wuwei: "..."

When Yan Wuwei left the city, Mu Congcong was already waiting for her outside the city. Seeing her coming, Mu Congcong immediately smiled and said joyfully, "Sir..."

Yan Wuwei always had a good temper, nodded with a smile, turned over and got off the horse, "Your Highness has been waiting for a long time."

"No, no." The child is a child, and he can't hide things in his heart, "Sir, when are we going to leave?"

"Has everything been packed, Your Majesty?"

"OK OK."

"Then let's go." Yan Wuwei reached out and touched Mu Congcong's head, and said with a smile, "I have prepared a carriage, Your Highness, let's get in."

"Ah?" Mu Congcong was discouraged when he heard this, "Can't I ride a horse?"

The longing in the little child's eyes is really similar to that of a certain king. Yan Wuwei softened her heart when she saw it, she bent down and whispered, "Your Highness, you are the prince, don't forget your identity during this mission. .”

"I know..."

"However..." the woman whispered in her ear again, "Out of the capital, the courtiers will be out of sight, so His Highness can ride a horse."

"Huh?" Mu Container didn't react immediately.

The woman blinked at her, "Your Highness, please keep it secret."

Mu Congcong said happily: "Okay——"

After leaving the capital, Yan Wuwei allowed Mu Cong to ride a horse, but asked her to change into light men's clothing, so don't run away.Mu Congcong was indeed very happy. The Qin State was martial arts, and the children of princes and nobles were all involved in riding and archery. However, due to his status, Mu Congcong had never attended the Spring Shouqiu Hunting. He was young and the former prince was still there. I can't take care of her, but when she got older, the crown prince died in battle, and Murong Xun succeeded to the throne, so her status became a bit awkward. Murong Xun wanted to take care of her niece, but because of her sensitive status, she could only let her He developed by himself, after all, he was born in the royal family, and many times the king's "not taking care" is actually a special kind of "care".

"Miss." Fang Hua, the butler of Yan Wuwei in the carriage, called Yan Wuwei who had been reading the book, "His Highness is riding outside like this... will there be no problem?"

Yan Wuwei smiled, "You're still in Qin State, what's wrong with your Highness?"

"The subordinates are just worried..."

"What has Yun Yang been up to lately?"

"Miss Hui: Miss Yun hasn't been to the Xiangguo Mansion since the last farewell, and her whereabouts are most unpredictable, but she is getting closer to... Gongshucheng's wife, Xue Xiaojie."

"Xue Xiaojie?" Yan Wuwei said, "Is it the daughter of Shangshu Master Xue Lei?"

"Yes."

Yan Wuwei thought for a while, and said lightly, "It's okay, let her make trouble."

"Hi."

"By the way——" Yan Wuwei suddenly thought, "Your brother Fang Zhou hasn't returned from Lu yet?"

"Miss Hui: The day before yesterday, my brother sent a letter saying that something happened in the country of Lu, so I have to come back later."

"What? What is it?"

"Brother didn't say so in the letter."

"Forget it, Fang Zhou has always done things properly. You write to him and tell him that if he hasn't solved it before the winter solstice, he will abandon it and return to the country."

Fang Hua nodded, "Hi."

Just as he was about to retreat, he heard Mu Congcong's voice outside, "Mr. Mr...."

"Miss, it's Your Highness."

Yan Wuwei closed the book, sat forward a little, raised the curtain of the car with his hand to look, and saw Mu Congcong in a light gray boy's attire, riding a horse and holding a The pheasant, which was shot to death by a bow and arrow, seemed to claim credit for her, "Look, sir, the one I shot—"

Yan Wuwei said with a smile, "Your Highness is good at skills, and I can't match them."

"Sir, can't you ride and shoot?"

"Know a thing or two, but not as proficient as Your Highness."

Mu Congcong frowned when he heard that, he drove forward and said, "Then I will teach you, sir?"

"Huh?" Yan Wuwei was stunned for a moment, "Your Highness wants to teach me?"

"Don't be afraid, sir. I was taught by the great general in the palace to ride and shoot. I'm still good at learning, so I'm making a fool of myself."

Yan Wuwei is not worried about Mu Congcong's riding and shooting skills, just like what Mu Congcong said, the riding and shooting skills of the royal children are all taught by the palace commanders. Although they are not as good as the experienced generals, they are indeed better than these civil servants. too much.

"I made His Highness laugh..." Yan Wuwei said a little shyly, "I... I am a little afraid of horses."

"Afraid of horses?"

"Yes."

It's not that Yan Wuwei is lying, she is really afraid of horses. When she was young, her father hired a master to teach her how to ride and shoot. Unexpectedly, she was not good at learning, but instead frightened the horse, and also frightened her. It was all over, and later in Qianzhou, Murong Xun forced her to get on a horse and go out of the city to play, but she accidentally fell off the horse halfway and almost became disabled, so Murong Xun knelt by her bed and waited all night. she wakes up.

"I'm timid, I'm afraid the horse will be frightened." Yan Wuwei explained.

"Then I'll be right there, sir, come up, and I'll hold him?"

"The minister is old and tall, His Highness cannot hug him."

"Yeah?" Mu Congcong looked down at his arm, and then at Yan Wuwei who was sitting in the carriage, um...it seems that he really can't hold him.

Thinking of this, she felt a little unhappy, and Yan Wuwei comforted her when she saw this, "Your Highness, don't think so, when His Highness grows up... how about coming to teach me again?"

Mu Congcong was taken aback for a moment, and then said happily, "Okay—then, sir, wait for me to grow up!"

"Sure." The woman said with a smile.

What she said was so sweet, and her smile was so beautiful, which made Mu Congcong believe in her words, but when she grew up and came back to redeem the promise she had made, that woman broke her promise again, and said lightly to her, "It's just a few jokes, the king doesn't have to take it to heart."

joke?She didn't understand, it was because of her words, her promises, and her encouragement that she became king step by step and became the loneliest person in Daqin. She obviously said that she would be by her side, but now she said it was just a joke ... Yan Wuwei, how many times do you have to play with her before you finish?

"Is it just a joke? But Gu took it for the truth, Xiangguo... Haven't you ever been sincere to Gu?"

The woman over forty just looked at her quietly, looking at her, and seemed to be looking at another person through her.

"What about aunt? Could what you said to aunt be a joke again!?"

"I have never failed the king in this life..."

Hearing this, she suddenly burst out laughing, but there were tears in her smile, "So you choose to bear Gu?"

Yan Wuwei closed his eyes, and said coldly, "I have no shame."

"You are innocent?" she said, "Dare you say that you are innocent? It is you, you are the one who saved Gu again and again, pulled Gu back from the death line again and again, Gu misses your kindness, but it is you again, time and time again. Let Gu's heart be disheartened, let Gu's heart be cold, Gu hates, hates you, hates aunt, hates you for wanting to become a prince, hates you for killing Gu's mother, hates you for forcing Gu to marry someone he doesn't like, hates you for forcing Gu Give birth to an heir, let him repeat Gu's mistakes, and continue Gu's pain. But it's you again, let Gu survive, let Gu sit on the throne, let Gu own the country of Daqin...Gu became what it is now , it was all given by you and your aunt—do you still dare to say that you are ashamed?"

"What's so good about my aunt...you have been thinking about it for more than ten years? What she can give you, Gu can give you, and what she can't give you, Gu can also give you. Xiangguo...why won't you open your eyes to see Gu? Look at Gu How deep is my friendship with you, and is it comparable to my aunt."

What responded to her was just a long silence.

She envied her aunt Murong Yan, but she also hated Murong Yan, just like she loved Yan Wuwei, but in the end she wanted to kill her with her own hands.She finally understood that the blood of the royal family should be cold, without warmth, hesitation, or reluctance.

Only in this way can I be a king, be a good king, let the people of Qin, let the world, let her aunt Murong Yan see, see her hard work, and see her achievements.

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