Chapter 17: The South of the Night

The king's order was handed over to Ran Ziwan, and the old prince Ran began to make an appointment with the monk Yuantian, saying that he was going to the top of the legendary Nanshan Mountain to overlook all living beings, and he completely became the shopkeeper.

"Grandpa, my brother will return in the near future, I must be thinking about you!" "Family affection is probably the biggest stumbling block at this time, from grandparents to brothers and grandchildren, who in this world can escape? Ran Ziwan looked at this gray-haired but still tough old man with some reluctance, and his eyes were full of love, so that Ran Ziwan couldn't help but throw himself into his arms. "What's so good about Nanshan? Isn't it better than late?"

"Silly girl! It's not like you're not coming back. I can't bear my family business. Hmph" Old Prince Ran patted Ran Ziwan's back, and his angry voice was a little desolate, a little tired, a little relieved, and a little convinced. "Kyoto has been stormy for half a lifetime, and when I am old, I want to live a breezy life. ”

"Brother has been practicing for ten years, and you haven't seen you again?" Ran Ziwan stubbornly.

"That stinky boy, if you can't see my old bones, it depends on him! You two brothers and sisters are virtuous! Old Lord Ran smiled.

"Grandpa!" Ran Zi was reluctant to be late, so reluctant! She was reluctant to let her only grandfather go away, and she was reluctant to see the old Lin Gong again!

"When we are in origin, we always see each other. The county lord doesn't have to be sad. The monk Yuantian, who had been silent, made a Buddha call.

In a person's life, whether it is fame and fortune, or whether it is the world, the last thing is to keep flesh and blood together.

"You don't stay, Ye Nanrong!" Xuan Ge's voice was a little teasing. "At this moment, the person holding the royal decree is no longer the old prince Ran!"

"Nanrong, you stay!" Old Prince Ran didn't reply, so he followed Monk Yuantian all the way to discuss the itinerary, and the happy back made the corners of Ran Ziwan's mouth slightly curled, she believed that her grandfather would come back to see her, look at her at that time, and Duanwangfu at that time.

"I can't see a beautiful woman crying!" Ye Nanrong jumped down from the plane tree, and it seemed that he had been watching coldly for some time.

Dressed in a brocade dress full of peach blossoms and light pink, it seems that the handsome and cold young man in front of him is a little tender. The horizontal flute on the waist is even more romantic, if Xuan Ge is a little unflattened in the romance, but the Nanrong in front of him is debauched and uninhibited.

"In the middle of the night, don't you feel wronged?" Xuan Ge seemed to have heard a big joke, calling out a dark shadow.

"Xia'er!" Ye Nanrong's jaw almost dropped, and he immediately turned around, deeply feeling that his image was irretrievable.

"Grievance!" In the middle of the night, Xia looked at Ye Nanrong with a disgraced face, and his face was obviously saying, when you were a child, you bullied me to cry everywhere.

It was an obvious look of accusation, and Ran Ziwan looked at the brother and sister in front of him thoughtfully, and secretly slandered in his heart.

Xuan Ge is indeed Xuan Ge!

"You, I'm your own brother!" Ye Nanrong picked up the jade flute on his waist, as if he wanted to punish him with a small punishment.

"Brother Xuange, look!" In the middle of the night, Xia finally spoke, tilting his head and looking up aggrieved, as if to say, you all saw it!

"Huh. Xuan Ge's face was triumphant!"It's still like this, and I haven't grown! I really don't know how Grandpa Ran can rest assured that you are in charge of those 200,000 soldiers and horses!"

"Grandpa Ran naturally values someone, I am very talented!" Ye Nanrong flipped the jade flute, and his voice was as pleasant as his own. "Nanrong has seen the county lord of Ziwan!"

"Ye Nanrong!well, the name is very good!" Ran Ziwan's voice was faint.

He knew that the one who cried before must not be the true face of the woman in front of him. "That's a long story, this name was originally when I was born, and the one that was born was called a pink carved jade, and later"

"Seven days is the limit, expand the army to 300,000, not including the old, weak, sick and disabled!" The woman's voice was a little cold, and it was cut into the cochlea.

"County Lord! I'm afraid this is not appropriate at this time! The emperor is already very jealous of the Duan Wangfu! If you continue to be afraid, you will not be afraid" Ye Nanrong had a smile on his face, and his words were full of temptation.

Xuan Ge looked at the woman in front of him with some playfulness, with a faint Qinghua between his eyebrows and eyes, and every step seemed to be calculated.

said that she didn't understand the military and didn't understand the situation in the imperial capital, and that person was wrong.

Obviously, there is a calmness between the eyebrows and eyes that seems to know everything.

"Can't do it?" Ran Ziwan's voice was clear, like the biting cold water in winter.

"Naturally not," Ye Nanrong pulled his voice long.

What can stump this military commander, who was familiar with military books at the age of five and took office at the age of seven, a young commander who has been in office for ten consecutive years. That is the earliest and longest career since the founding of the country, the commander of the Duanwang Wang Banner Army.

In the twelfth year of Emperor Chaozhen, after the civil strife in the Southern Barbarians, the main battle of a faction of 300,000 troops invaded our border. In the end, the main battle faction of the Southern Barbarians was all defeated by the Duanwang army. Help the Southland subjects quell civil strife.

In the end, because of the benevolence and righteousness of the Duan Wangjun and the love of the people, Wanmin wrote a letter to Chen to request that he be stationed in the south and live in peace. The subjects of the southern region recalled the young man of the first war, and only said: "Golden pink peach noodles".

"By the way, the news of the expansion of the army will reach the ears of the emperor as quickly as possible!" If the woman who looked down from the plane tree before was weak and boneless, I felt pity.

At this time, Ran Ziwan's words are incisive, what kind of woman is that, and she has always had what he has always planned. As if he had a heart, Ye Nanrong smiled clearly.

The night was deep, Xuan Ge returned to the Zhongwang Mansion, and Ye Nanrong, in the middle of the night, also entered the warm pavilion with Ran Zi in the middle of the night.

Compared with the cold and lonely Duanwang Mansion, the Yongwang Mansion has been prosperous for generations, the heirs are endless, and the harem has changed from noble as a queen to a favored concubine, and the monarch is constantly favored.

If there is a kind of person who can prosper in the imperial capital because of his blood, the magnificence and atmosphere of King Yong's mansion are the evidence of the beginning of the ancestor emperor.

Not to mention, two of the four concubines on the side of the emperor are from the Yongjun Palace, which seems to be unfair to the emperor to balance the courtiers and the average forces of all parties.

But as the ancients said, heroes love beauties since ancient times, let alone the son of heaven who holds the world?

What you want to have, you will definitely hold in your hands.

The world is still in the bag, not to mention the women of the first family.

"Tell the young master, Ran Zixiao, the prince of Duanwangfu, was tied up by the Yunpo sons of Xuanxiao Wangye last night. At this time, the shadow congregation was slightly cold, standing outside the bamboo forest, using tantric transmission.

"Let him be!" no one knew what the master was doing in the great Tilt Garden. Just know that at this time of the day, their young master will enter the verdant of this dense and crippled sky.

"It's just that Ran Xiao Shizi has been practicing outside for many years, how can he not be able to withstand the Yunpo Zhuzi who has just come out of the mountain in the Jin Sect?" the man's voice was a little suspicious.

"Things are never as they seem. Feng Tilt said lightly.

"In addition, the people who discovered the emperor are investigating the lord of Ziwan. When the prince said this, he naturally knew that Ran Xiao wanted to make a difference and was willing to be caught.

"Why?" Feng Tilt was originally a little light, and his tone was suddenly a little cold, and he seemed to be able to feel the cold air across the huge Tilt Garden, as if it was a burst of frost.

"It's not clear, yesterday the Prime Minister's wife, Li Shi, was assassinated in the Taoist Temple. The man who did it was the Royal Guard. ”

For a moment, I didn't see the wind pouring a word, but I could hear an almost ethereal sound of the piano. At first glance, the tune is light and chic, as if flowing water soaks people's souls, and it sounds as if it is telling, telling a distant and long time.

A fresh breeze blows. I heard a bleak piano sound from the garden, and the excitement was full of loneliness, as if a heart was being pulled by it.

The sound of the piano pierced through the clouds, piercing the previous tranquility, like a sudden thunder in the air, making people tremble physically and mentally.

The silence of the prince seems to have become accustomed to it. The ink-like figure knelt in front of the boundary monument like this, never moving. It is like the boundary monument at the gate of the Tilting Garden, standing in one place for a hundred years, experiencing wind, frost, rain and snow, and never moving. The sound of the piano came through the Fallen Garden, and it was impossible to hear where it came from, nor to catch up with it, as if there was no end, empty and gracefully floating.

With the breeze of the bamboo forest, a strong piano sound was penetrated through the internal force and swept in, and the originally clear sky seemed to be robbed of temperature by the yin wind at this time. At this time, the Yongwang Mansion was no longer quiet before, and the sound of the piano was tossing and turning, as if the person had been tossing and turning, and he couldn't sleep for a long time.

"Shizi?" the old man appeared and called softly, sighing in his heart. "It's time for your medicine. ”

The sound of the piano in the bamboo forest disappeared in an instant, and it was the internal force on his fingers that Shizi controlled properly. At this time, the bamboo forest has returned to its previous tranquility at this moment, and the breeze is not so impatient. It's as if the previous gloom had never happened. "How is the Empress Dowager?"

"Lord Li of the Ministry of Rites has reported to the Empress Dowager about the selection of the crown prince's concubine. The old man, who was over half a hundred years old, replied respectfully: "The Empress Dowager agreed and made a decree. ”

"There are three days left before the Dragon Boat Festival, and the old prince went to Fengling again. The old man added. "The old prince is old, and it is common sense to miss the old princess. It's just that the Dragon Boat Festival prince chooses a concubine, and the old princes of the four major palaces must attend at this time. This?" asked the old man, bowing his head.

"Since he has gone, the prince's choice of concubine is not the prince's wedding. There are always excuses. "The wind is faint. "The prince chooses a concubine, but the candidates for the Yongwang Mansion are well arranged?"

"In addition to the fourth lady, there are also twenty candidate beauties who have asked for the title in the name of Yongwangfu, and the rest have entered the list of candidates through the hands of others, so the prince can rest assured. Shadow replied calmly.

"Can anyone in Duanwangfu be included in the list of candidates for show girls?" is still the same tone.

"As in previous years, there is none!" Since the founding of the Heavenly Dynasty, there has been no one in the harem of the Duanwang Mansion. In the nearly 100-year history of the Heavenly Dynasty, no emperor has ever picked any flowers from the Duanwang Mansion.