The cool and dim remnant sun is like the old yarn from Fang Huan, gently spread down, shrouded in the slightly cold Jingling City, because the sky is getting late, there are only a few people at the city gate, at this moment, with the slow sound of wheels, an ordinary and simple green silk carriage from far and near, walked through the city gate.

The moment Fang walked out of the city gate, the carriage gradually stopped, a breeze with a bit of coolness came, blowing people's clothes flying, silently, behind the curtain stretched out a slender hand, then, a simple but difficult to hide the grace of the figure from the car down, although it is the year of standing, but more like a tree full of frost ancient pine, even if it is bleak, still with a cold and pure green meaning.

The wind seemed to blow a little tighter, and at this moment, Feng Wei, who was dressed in cloth, had faded the majesty and caution of all these years, and when he looked up, there were only green mountains full of greenery, and the city gate with the word "Jingling" written in front of him, and the mottled marks on the city wall seemed to tell him about the dynastic years that belonged to this city.

When he was fifteen years old, he stepped into here with hatred and revenge, and now he is a human being, and the city has not changed, but the people in this city have changed.

At that time, the scenery was infinite, and the hundred-year-old Xu Jun Wang family had returned to dust, the soil returned to the earth, the family was scattered, and there was no power to recover, and the people who caused his family to be shattered back then had already returned this life.

After all, it's worth it.

At this moment, the breeze seemed to whisper softly in his ears, and in the silence, Feng Wei stood outside the city gate like that, standing still, with a touch of depth and desolation in his eyes, which set off the meaning of parting.

"Governor—"

Chen Liang, the respectful chamberlain beside him, seemed to react, bent down and raised his eyes, with a bit of sadness and unbearableness, and bowed his head again and said: "Father-in-law Feng, it's time to go, otherwise, you won't be able to catch up with the post station before dark." ”

The scattered hair flew to his lips with the wind, Feng Wei moved slightly, covered his eyes with his head sideways, and when he raised his eyes again, he was still so calm.

At this moment, Chen Liang watched the person in front of him suddenly lift the corner of the robe, slowly knelt down, and in the breeze, Feng Wei bowed deeply in the direction of the imperial city, feeling the moment the stones and dust touched the corners of his forehead, Feng Wei closed his eyes slightly, and a heavy and deep voice overflowed from his throat.

"Your Majesty, take care. ”

After a long pause in the wind, the person in front of him slowly stood up, did not pat the dust on his knees, and at this moment, he seemed to be relieved.

And it seems like it's just a months' journey.

"Let's go. ”

When the words fell, Feng Wei turned back sideways, got into the carriage with his back straight, and when the curtain fell, the attendant who saw him off stood in place crying, and the next moment, he heard the sound of the carriage, and gradually went away.

"That person is, Chen Liang—"

The flag on the city wall blew slightly, and a figure stood there silently, with a slightly raised jaw and the upward arc of the corners of the lips, all showing the unconcealable pride and conceit.

Xiao Yinzi, a cronie behind him, heard this, and looked at Lingbao's gaze, looking at the carriage in the distance, and suddenly understood.

The person asked by the Linggong was the person who saw him off personally under the city gate.

"Father-in-law Huiling is our father-in-law Chen Liang. ”

Under the residual sun, the green canopy carriage was wrapped in a halo, but it felt even more lonely, Lingbao watched this scene quietly, only to feel that the sinking stone in his heart had really fallen.

"I, the celebrant of ceremonies, don't support outsiders. ”

The plain words sounded in his ears, and when Xiao Yinzi heard it, he saw the coldness condensed at the corner of Linggong's lips between his head, and immediately comprehended it, turned to look at the carriage that had already become a black spot, and once again lowered his head and said extremely respectfully: "The slave and maid understand, and after a while, the slave and maid will go and give an order to transfer the person to the imperial horse prison." (Note: The Imperial Horse Supervisor is in charge of the Imperial Horse and all the tributes and the collection of horses and mules from the Pastoral Office.) ）

Feng Shui takes turns, and this sentence never deceives people.

In this imperial city of Jingling, except for the roof beast standing above the palace and looking east, who has never changed its position, who is the same?

From afar, Li Shi of the previous dynasty, Wei An and Feng Wei of the current dynasty, as well as those cabinet elders, are the dragon seats of the Ninety-Five, and they have never sat alone.

Dead dead, go, now, it's time for him to sit down.

"Master, let's go. ”

A light and senseless sigh fell in the wind, Lingbao turned around, and walked down the supreme city wall with his hands, at that moment in his eyes, he only saw this condescending scenery of Jingling, which turned out to be so beautiful.

……

With Feng Wei desolate out of Beijing, the rest of those who opposed the imperial expedition were also degraded, punished, and punished with punishment, seeing that the noon gate was drenched in blood because of the court battle, the voice of the admonition became lower and lower.

In this contest between the monarch and the ministers, Emperor Jianheng won the victory by means of arbitrariness and thunder, and the cabinet immediately brought the officials of the six ministries to discuss the expedition of the autumn day by day, and made all preparations for the emperor's personal expedition.

By the 18th of October, the soldiers, horses, grain and grass were all in order, and the Qin Tianjian and the Ministry of Rites also set a date for the expedition, October 25.

……

Although it is autumn, the Jingling Tomb that has just passed is also carrying a little bit of coolness into the bones, as soon as the autumn wind passes, the silk lamp in front of the palace sways lightly, the ground dragon in the house is warm, and the people behind the layers of curtains seem to be still asleep, breathing smoothly and steadily.

Gradually, I don't know it, but the wind outside the window peeked through the cracks, and when the candle flame in the hall flickered, the people on the bed suddenly stretched out their hands in panic to push something, and the next moment, a rapid and suffocating sound could be heard suddenly.

"Master, I was wrong, spare my life, surround my life, Master-"

Under the exclamation, the bed climbed and sat up, and almost at the same time, the attendant outside the door also hurriedly came in, and asked nervously and worriedly, "Spirit Overlord?"

Lingbao sitting on the bed had messy hair, his face was pale and ugly, and the cold sweat that woke up was like rain on his forehead, at this moment he forgot to speak for a while, and could only breathe like a fish out of the water almost greedily, and couldn't help but put his hand to his neck, and when he noticed that there was nothing unusual, he put down his hands and relaxed as if he had taken out his soul.

The dream was all too real, as if the hemp rope was still around his neck, and the other end of the hemp rope was the one who knew it all too well.

"Lord Spirit, you-"

Xiao Yinzi came forward worriedly, and was carefully inquiring through the bed curtain, but he was dragged by the person in the bed and almost fell into the bed.

Just when Xiao Yinzi was at a loss, he heard a cold and terrifying voice in his ears, but with a bit of fear and panic that could not be concealed.

"Kill Feng Wei, you must not stay-"

At this moment, Xiao Yinzi's body stiffened, a coldness rose from his back, his eyes were dull, he saw that the person in front of him was like a head dropped, the devil couldn't control himself, and his eyes were a little more chilling than the previous Feng Duzhu.

"Slaves and maids remember, the overseer can rest assured!"

Almost at the same time, Xiao Yinzi clenched his fists, as if he had made a great decision, gritting his teeth and spilling the words out of his teeth.

Until Lingbao's mood gradually stabilized, the two lines of servants who served the washing entered lightly and neatly, Lingbao stood up calmly, his hands were straight, and the people around him respectfully stepped forward to change his clothes and scrub, and waited until Xiaoyinzi personally combed Lingbao's hair and wore a crown, Lingbao looked at himself in the mirror, lazily picked up the crown belt in his hand, and his eyes became more and more indifferent.

"Let's go. ”

As soon as the words fell, the attendants behind him followed Lingbao out of the house step by step, and the attendants who had been waiting in the wind for a long time in front of Taiji hurriedly stepped forward to turn on the lights and carefully lead the way in front.

When Lingbao was surrounded and rushed to Qianhe Palace, he hurriedly faded away and walked in cautiously, just at this time, he heard the coughing sound behind the bright yellow veil, Lingbao hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty——"

"Let's get up—"

Hearing the emperor's lazy voice, Lingbao turned around and high-fived, and the inner servants outside the hall rushed in, Lingbao turned around and lifted the bed curtain, and saw that the old Emperor Jianheng's hair was slightly scattered, and his throat seemed to be stalking, and he coughed out a muddy cough, and the next moment he slowly got up by holding the edge of the bed.

Lingbao hurriedly stepped forward to help, the emperor sat up with the strength of Lingbao, wiped his face under the service of the inner servant, and silently, Emperor Jianheng lazily threw the handkerchief back into the basin, closed his eyes, and said tiredly: "Feng Wei, press it for me, I have a headache today." ”

When the words fell, the air instantly condensed, and Lingbao, who was standing on the side and serving diligently, stiffened, as if frozen, ugly but forced to smile.

"The slave maid is a craft that you learn from the master, so it's better to let the slave and maid press it for you. ”

At this moment, Emperor Jianheng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, seemed to be stunned, and suddenly turned his head sideways, and when he saw the eye-catching spiritual treasure, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and the next moment, he remembered something, and his eyes were covered with a layer of imperceptible gloom and melancholy.

"That's it, change your clothes—"

Looking at Emperor Jianheng's lonely eyes, supporting him to get up, Lingbao hurriedly stepped forward to help, and in the unnoticed by others, he could only see the coldness and jealousy in the corner of his eyes from the candlelight.

He, the master, really can't stay.

At this moment, the sudden screams and panic in his ears penetrated into his ears, making him suddenly almost let go.

"Your Majesty—"

Almost at the same time, Emperor Jianheng, who stood up, suddenly constricted his pupils, as if he had been drained of the last trace of his soul, and when the whites of his eyes turned up, his body fell straight back.

Because this moment came too suddenly, the people beside him had not had time to step forward to help, and how could Lingbao bear the strength of Emperor Jianheng, he could only widen his eyes slightly, watching the person in front of him fall back to the bed, making a dull and heavy sound.

Suddenly, as if a boulder had smashed into their ears, everyone was stunned, their minds were blank, and their lips and hands were numb.

At this moment, a startled, almost distorted voice rose sharply, once again pulling everyone's thoughts back.

"Quick, pass on the Imperial Doctor!"

At this moment, Lingbao almost exhausted all his strength, knelt in front of the bed, and roared desperately outside the hall.

Everyone present knew that it was not a person who collapsed in front of their eyes, but the sky.