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Geng Di knelt on the ground, crying. Since the tragedy of bloodshed in the East Palace in the seventh year of Zhang Wu, no one in the court has seen the smart little grandson again. There are many rumors in the market that the crown prince's youngest son, King Langya, is not dead. He is still alive in the world and will come out to save the people at the right time. Some people even explained that Emperor Wu left a secret treasure for his favorite grandson and hid him in the mountains, so the emperor could not find it for so many years.
¡°The people say whatever they want, and there are also people in the DPRK discussing this matter privately. Geng Di also hopes in his heart that a bright master will emerge to end the dark age of Changshan King and Yin Yikun. However, Geng Di himself also knew that most of the rumors among the people were that the people could not bear the emperor's tyrannical rule, so they made up an illusory image of the emperor's grandson as spiritual support. In fact, the child was only thirteen years old when he disappeared. How could he survive after being hunted for so many years? Even if you can survive, your life is precarious and you are always under the shadow of being discovered, how can you succeed in studying?
Geng Di was kidnapped this time. He guessed many scenarios. He thought that maybe someone was going to rebel, maybe a prince wanted to usurp the throne, or even worse, the Rouran people, the Turks or even the Zhao people. But Geng Di never expected that what he saw under that mask was such an extremely beautiful face.
Even though we haven¡¯t seen each other for years, there will never be another person with such beauty that is almost beyond imagination. Geng Di still vividly remembers the first time he met Murong Yan. It was at the New Year's Eve banquet of Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty. All the princes, grandsons, civil servants and generals were all present, and Geng Di was also invited. When the ceremonial bells and drums of the East Palace were playing, a colleague quietly touched Geng Di's sleeve and pointed to the crowd from a distance: "That is King Langya."
Geng Di looked up and saw the proud man in the crowd. Murong Yan was only twelve years old at that time, her frame had not yet grown, she was tall and straight, delicate and indistinguishable. Martial arts practitioners are somewhat biased against good-looking men, but Geng Di was speechless for a long time when he saw Murong Yan.
King Langya¡¯s beauty is well known to the world. However, when they see Murong Yan, they will know that the beautiful skin is just a foil in front of him. That careless murderous aura, dangerous and beautiful aura is the real fatality of Murong Yan.
Later, when news of what happened in the East Palace came, Geng Di sighed deeply. He once thought that King Langya was dead and that the East Palace case was just wishful thinking. There is no savior in the world.
Who knows, it actually exists.
Geng Di was in tears. He put one hand on Geng Di's arm and helped him up steadily: "General, please get up."
Geng Di stood up following Murong Yan's strength. He lowered his eyes and looked at Murong Yan's hands, feeling quite surprised. Geng Di has been a soldier and has lived in military camps almost all his life. He knows very well what is real material and what is a showpiece. With a simple movement of supporting someone, Geng Di can clearly feel Murong Yan's amazing wrist strength and arm strength. Smooth and powerful muscles.
Unknowingly, the fear in Geng Di's heart increased to another level. After hiding his name for five years, Murong Yan not only survived the dragnet, but also developed his own power silently, and even his martial arts skills did not relax. Geng Di asked himself that even at his peak, he could not do this, but Murong Yan was only seventeen years old and already had such a mind and skills.
Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty was right. The young emperor¡¯s grandson, King Langya, was the most worthy of his ancestors. What¡¯s more, he surpassed his ancestors.
He Guang tried his best to impress Geng Di, but Murong Yan just said a few words and supported Geng Di. Geng Di's heart was already surging and his eyes were shining with excitement. After the two sat down opposite each other, Geng Di wiped away his tears and smiled to himself: "I lost my composure and made King Langya laugh."
"It doesn't matter." Murong Yan said calmly, "General Geng spent his whole life defending his family and country and guarding the border. He is an unparalleled hero, but in the end he was framed by a traitor. It is the Murong clan who has failed the general."
"What are you talking about, Your Highness?" Geng Di quickly waved his hand and declined, "Thanks to His Majesty Mingwu for not giving up and entrusting Tongguan and other places to me. It is an honor for me, a member of the Geng family, to serve the late emperor."
Murong Yan noticed that Geng Di cleverly changed his words. He said "serve the late emperor." Murong Yan smiled and responded: "General, you are polite. We all see the contributions of the Geng family, so you can rest assured, general."
Geng Di also laughed, and then asked Murong Yan about his experiences in the past few years. The two of them always talked in secret, and there were many hidden secrets in every sentence. At the end of the sentence, Geng Di sighed with tears in his eyes: "His Highness has such broad-mindedness and insight at such a young age, I am ashamed of myself. Your Highnesses, the Crown Prince and Crown Princess, are alive in heaven, and they can finally rest in peace."
He Guang has been standing by and listening. When he heard this, his eyes moved and he said: "Of course the prince hopes that the young master will become a useful person, but the injustice done to the East Palace and His Highness is also due to the prince."??A lifelong regret. If these stigmas are not washed away, how can the prince feel at ease under the circumstances? "
The conversation finally got to the point, and Murong Yan came out to meet him in person. Geng Di recalled the events of the late emperor's time for a long time, but he couldn't really be reminiscing about the past. The prince was falsely accused by his teacher of being rebellious, and he committed suicide to prove his innocence without any explanation. No one in the East Palace except Murong Yan was spared. But the culprit of the East Palace murder case is now sitting high in the Golden Palace, enjoying himself wantonly. If you want to rehabilitate the deposed prince, how else can you rehabilitate him?
Several people here are well aware of this. Geng Di had just refused to join another camp, but if the person behind the scenes was Murong Yan, the situation would be completely different. The moment Geng Di saw Murong Yan, half of his determination was shaken. Now that he was listening to Murong Yan's conversation and watching Murong Yan's behavior at close range, the remaining half of Geng Di's persistence was also disappearing. Geng Di certainly wanted to be a loyal minister and good general and leave a good name in the history books, so he died when the emperor was suspicious of him. However, Geng Di could die for the first time, but he didn't want to try it a second time anyway. Only when a person dies once can he realize the value of life. What's more, dying in the hands of those villains is too frustrating.
Geng Di made a clear calculation in a moment. He escaped death. Even if he went back to continue to be loyal to the current emperor, the emperor may not believe him, and the entire Geng family would be affected. On the contrary, if you follow Murong Yan, you can show off your skills and do not need to be angered by the treacherous villain. Murong Yan himself is also a wise master worth following. The most important thing is that Geng Di is very suspicious. If he doesn't agree, he may not be able to walk out of this door today.
Both sides are constantly competing, and now He Guang has pierced the last layer of window paper, and Geng Di has made his final determination. He stood up and knelt down three times in front of Murong Yan. This was the most formal etiquette for a minister to meet the king: "I feel that your highness is righteous, and on behalf of the Geng family, I am willing to follow your highness and follow the example of a dog and horse for your highness." labor."
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After coming out of the secret courtyard, He Guang took two quick steps to catch up with Murong Yan, smiled and clasped his fists at Murong Yan: "Congratulations, Your Highness, I am very happy to have Tongguan's 100,000 troops."
Murong Yan has always been cold and distant, but when he heard this, a faint smile appeared in his eyes: "Sir, he is careful and good at strategizing, and his contribution to this battle is indispensable."
The two looked at each other and smiled, tacitly ignoring the topic. When Geng Di first encountered the crisis, Murong Yan had actually known for a long time that if he wanted to, he could even eliminate the disaster in advance. But he didn't, and instead allowed the suspicion to ferment. In the end, Geng Di had to return to Beijing to clarify his ambitions. He was imprisoned several times, and his life and death hung on a thread. Murong Yan stood by and watched until Geng Di was really in danger, then he took action to save him.
After all, there is no comparison, how can we distinguish between a faint king and a wise master. If the building is not about to collapse, how can we turn the tide?
They had been talking for a long time. It was just after Youshi when Murong Yan received the news, and it was already so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He Guang was in poor health. He stood in the wind for a while and couldn't stop coughing. Murong Yan asked Chang Da to send He Guang back, who was as bad as a piece of paper, while he walked slowly to his residence alone.
As he walked into an alley, a crackling sound suddenly erupted from the street behind him. The New Year has arrived, and the laughter of children can be heard from far away. Murong Yan stopped subconsciously and turned around to look behind him.
The place where he was was pitch dark, not even the starlight could shine in, and a few steps away on the street, children wearing bright red cotton-padded clothes were running around lighting firecrackers. The distance of just a few steps seemed like a world away.
Murong Yan watched quietly, suddenly wanting to see the moon today. When he raised his head, he remembered that today was thirty and there was no moon.
Murong Yan looked at the bottomless sky, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. How could he make such a stupid mistake? But every time he missed her, he wanted to look at the moon, the wind, and anything that could travel far. There is probably only one chance in a million that the wind beside him will blow through her hair, and the moon he stares at will shine into her eyes. Even if the possibility is very low, he still wants to try.
Because this is the only way he can get in touch with Jiajia. Murong Yan took off the short knife he was wearing and struck the blade with his fingers, making a clear sound.
Last year now, he had just tied up Yu Qingjia¡¯s long hair, and they were married, and there was no doubt about their love for each other. No matter what happened, in July, he would be by Jiajia's side, listening to her singing midnight songs.
Who can think without singing, who can be hungry without eating. We say goodbye today, when will we meet again?
Murong Yan said silently in her heart, Jiajia, wait for me to come back.
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When the New Year comes, the Buddhist temples in the city ring long bells. Accompanied by the lingering sound of the bells, fireworks all over the city.
Yu Qingjia sat in front of the window, looking up at the fireworks in the sky. The fireworks cast bursts of light on her face, and her eyes sparkled, as if reflecting the vast stars.
Just thinking about him, Yu Qingjia couldn't help but smile. A vixen who is so impatient with etiquette must be asleep by now.
In her hand, Yu Qingjia held the white jade hairpin that Murong Yan had used to tie her hair last year. She opened her red lips and sang in a low voice.
"The night is long and I can't sleep, how bright the moon is. I want to hear the call, but I answer the promise in the air.
We say goodbye tonight, when will we meet again? The bright light illuminates the empty situation, and the leisurely life is not yet expected.
"Fox spirit." Yu Qingjia looked at the fireworks and whispered to the empty room, "Happy New Year." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp; Just thinking about him, Yu Qingjia couldn't help but smile. A vixen who is so impatient with etiquette must be asleep by now.
In her hand, Yu Qingjia held the white jade hairpin that Murong Yan had used to tie her hair last year. She opened her red lips and sang in a low voice.
"The night is long and I can't sleep, how bright the moon is. I want to hear the call, but I answer the promise in the air.
We say goodbye tonight, when will we meet again? The bright light illuminates the empty situation, and the leisurely life is not yet expected.
"Fox spirit." Yu Qingjia looked at the fireworks and whispered to the empty room, "Happy New Year." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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