don't fight the general

In the cold sky, the imperial city was desolate and desolate like never before.The cold wind pierced through the bones, and unless it was absolutely necessary, the palace people retreated in the palace and tried not to take a step out of the palace gate.

They don't know how long this cold winter will last, it seems to end at any time, and it seems to be endless.

Compared with the severe cold and bleakness outside, the Yongning Palace is much warmer.

Yan Jing was leaning on the soft couch in the side hall, with a charcoal basin burning in front of her, and a sleeve stove in her arms.Because he had just woken up and hadn't groomed yet, his ink-like long hair hung over his shoulders, which made his complexion fair and his face frosty.Yan Jing held a military book in his hand, and his eyes fell on it, but he didn't turn a page for a long time, as if he had penetrated the military book and looked at some unknown place.

Concubine Wei Shu stopped in front of the screen, her eyes fell on Yan Jing, and her eyes were full of worry.

That day the second prince Yan Cong led the rebel army to attack the city. Although he was finally repelled by the old guards, the situation was not small. Jing actually kissed the city wall, and when he led the troops to retreat from the enemy, he was even more shocked and frightened.

For 20 years, she had always hoped that Yan Jing could be on her own and make a difference, but she never thought it would be at this time.

She waited in fear for an unknown amount of time before finally waiting for the blood-stained person back. Although it looked scary, she was safe anyway, and Concubine Wei Shu barely felt at ease.

In the next few days, Yan Jing stayed in the Yongning Palace, closed the door, read and wrote every day, and then leaned on the soft couch in a daze for a long time like now.It didn't look abnormal, but Concubine Wei Shu felt sensitively that something seemed different.It was as if something happened that she didn't know in that short few hours that day, causing Yan Jing to lose the most important thing in her life, and she couldn't concentrate anymore.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help letting out a soft sigh.

Yan Jing was disturbed by this sigh, raised her head and glanced at the screen, sat up straight, and closed the book in her hand: "Mother Concubine."

"Jing'er," Concubine Wei Shu approached slowly, motioning to the maid behind her to bring over a soup cup, "It's been freezing cold, and you've been feeling a little depressed these days, I asked the small kitchen to cook some mutton soup, you can drink some , replenish vitality."

Yan Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, he glanced at the soup cup, and repeated softly: "Mutton soup?"

Concubine Wei Shu was taken aback by his tone, and she replied subconsciously: "Yes, mutton soup, it's freezing in the cold, so drink a little to warm your body." The bowl was passed to Yan Jing's hand, and his tone slowed down, and he comforted softly, "It's been boiled on the fire for a long time, do you want to try it?"

The delicious smell of mutton permeated the hall, and some clips from not long ago came to mind, Yan Jing slightly pursed his lips, nodded lightly for a long time, and took the soup bowl: "Thank you, concubine mother."

Concubine Wei Shu's hanging heart dropped a little.She sat down next to Yan Jing, and looked at his face with some distress. Yan Jing was already thin, but in the past few days, his whole body has lost a lot of weight, his complexion is pale, he looks haggard and tired.Concubine Wei Shu looked at his messy long hair, took the comb from the maid, and gently combed it for Yan Jing. Yan Jing sipped the soup, and the atmosphere in the hall was unexpectedly warm.

For some reason, Concubine Wei Shu's memory traveled back to a long, long time ago. That day was Emperor Yongchu's conferment ceremony, and there was joy inside and outside the imperial city, but she was the only one in the Yongshou Palace, pitying the moon.Yan Jing was still a child at that time. After taking a bath, she ran barefoot to her bedroom without saying a word, holding a comb in her hand.So she left everything behind, sat by the soft couch and combed Yan Jing's hair like this at this moment.

At that time, Yan Jing didn't like to talk to her very much. Their mother and son were relatively silent, until finally when Yan Jing took the comb back from her hand, she whispered: "Mother, you still have me."

Concubine Wei Shu lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed on the ivory comb in her hand, and she said in a low voice, "Jing'er."

"Huh?" Yan Jing put a sip of soup to her lips, "Mother Concubine, do you have something to say?"

Concubine Wei Shu pursed her lips slightly: "Did something happen to you recently?"

"No," Yan Jing denied almost immediately, "It's nothing, it's just that the weather is cold and I'm getting more and more tired."

Concubine Wei Shu paused slightly, and shook her head imperceptibly: "I have been thinking recently that I was wrong. If I hadn't been too greedy, trusted the Zheng family, and rushed to write to you, you wouldn't have been dragged here. In the chaos of the capital."

Yan Jing was a little surprised that his mother and concubine would say such words. There was a momentary blankness on his face, and then he smiled slightly: "Mother and concubine, even if I don't want to, some chaos can't be avoided. Since I was born on this day Home, how can it be possible to stay out of it?"

"Jing'er..." Concubine Wei Shu sighed softly, but before she could think about what to say next, she was interrupted by hasty footsteps, Yan Jing put down the soup bowl in her hand, looked up at the door, " What's the rush?"

"His Royal Highness King Rui! Your Majesty, he has woken up! The Empress ordered the villain to come and invite you and Concubine Shu to come over." The voice of the servant came, and the expressions of the two people in the hall were all terrified.

Yan Cheng had been in a coma for many days, and all the imperial doctors were helpless, but he woke up at such a time, which is really not a very good sign.

Yan Jing restrained her expression and nodded slightly: "Understood, we will go there now."

The Yongshou Palace has changed from the desertedness of the previous few days. All the civil and military officials who were summoned to the imperial city and could not leave after a few days ago gathered in the outer hall. All the faces were in the eyes, some were anxious, some were serious.

The situation in the imperial city was getting worse and worse. After Yan Cong withdrew his troops that day, he regrouped and invaded the imperial city several times. Although there were guards there, they were not allowed to take a step forward, but everyone knew that if there were no reinforcements However, this guard may not be able to persist for a long time, even if it is exhausted, it can kill the people in the imperial city.

Not to mention that most of the family members of these civil and military officials are in the capital. Although Yan Cong and Zheng's family have not threatened this for the time being, how can it not be worrying.

Yan Jing could almost predict that if there were no Su Weijun as a threat, many of them might have opened the city gate long ago and surrendered to Yan Cong.

After all, Yan Cheng was on the verge of exhaustion, leaving the eldest son of the emperor with no ability, and the youngest son who was waiting to be fed, what kind of climate could he afford?

Yan Jing stopped in front of the inner hall, untied the long sword on his waist and handed it to Wang Zhong at the door under the eyes of everyone, with a mocking smile on his lips, his gaze slowly passed over the faces of these people, and then Along the open door, he entered the deep inner hall together with his mother and concubine.

On the sickbed, Yan Cheng had already woken up, and even sat up. His face was pale, like a piece of fragile paper, and his eyes were blue, revealing an unconcealable look of dying.Cui Qiao stood beside him, looked sideways when he heard footsteps, glanced at Yan Jing, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Concubine Shu and King Rui are here."

Yan Cheng agreed, and turned his eyes to look at the mother and son: "You are here."

Yan Jing stared at Yan Cheng, and after a long time, knelt down on the ground: "Your servant sees Father."

Yan Cheng smiled softly: "It's time like this, the emperor doesn't need to be so polite, sit down." After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly towards Concubine Shu, "Concubine Shu, please sit down too."

Concubine Shu's complexion was even uglier than Yan Cheng's. Since she entered the inner hall, she stopped and looked at Yan Cheng without blinking. She didn't greet him, and she didn't respond to his words.Yan Jing glanced at her, frowned slightly, but without saying a word, helped her to sit down.

"Queen," Yan Cheng said slowly, "Have all the ministers arrived?"

"Well," Cui Qiao slightly retracted his robe sleeves, and sat down next to the sick bed, "There are dozens of courtiers in the imperial city, and they have all gone to the outer hall now."

"That's it," Yan Cheng said with a sigh of relief, "then call them all in, and while I still have strength, I will explain everything that needs to be explained clearly. This world, although it is not what I want, but I always It should be given an explanation."

Cui Qiao turned his gaze, glanced at Yan Jing, then turned his gaze and nodded to Wang Zhong who was standing beside him. Wang Zhong bowed slightly and quickly exited the hall.

"I am suspicious by nature and have countless suspicions throughout my life. Civil and military officials, harem concubines, and biological heirs are all used as tools of check and balance, just to ensure that I can sit firmly on the throne, and finally ended up like this." Yan Cheng turned his gaze away from Wang Zhong. He retracted from his back, looked around the inner hall of the Yongshou Palace, and finally landed on Yan Jing's face, "I thought that being an emperor, how could he be as short-lived as a mortal, so, these years, I have never thought about it. To hand over the throne to someone else, I never considered the matter of establishing an heir. But I never thought that at this time, I would hand over this world that is no longer what it used to be."

Having said that, he raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed, and the expressions of several people in the hall changed, and Concubine Wei Shu almost stood up.Yan Cheng waved his hand at her, managed to stop his coughing, took the cup of water handed over by Cui Qiao, took a sip, moistened his almost chapped lips, and then continued to Yan Jing: "I will wait before the civil and military officials. Come, I will announce the imperial decree in front of them, as well as the empress and your mother and concubine, and make you the crown prince, and after my long resignation, I will ascend the throne as emperor."

Concubine Wei Shu froze. She had been looking forward to this day for 20 years, but at this time, under the situation that cannot be guaranteed...

Cui Qiao put down the water cup in his hand, turned his eyes to look at Yan Jing, saw that he had been lowering his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty's move is to clarify the orthodoxy to the world, so it is considered In the future, Yan Cong...he is nothing more than a traitor and traitor who deceives the emperor. As for the throne, even in this world, His Highness does not need to perform any responsibilities to him even if he accepts the order."

Yan Jing turned her palm over, looked at the blue veins on it, and slowly raised her head: "Mother, we all understand that even if I don't want to accept it now, there is no other way, isn't it?"