On the second day, when Wen Hu went to court, he stood up with his clothes high and wrapped his neck tightly, even if he was sweating profusely, he refused to let go a little. But Wen Yong, who was deliberately observing www.biquge.info still found that Wen Hu's well-groomed beard was a little messy.

Wen Yong, who had listened to Wen Xin's report, quickly guessed what was going on, this Wen Hu's wife was the daughter of the Cui clan of the Guanlong clan, and when she was famous and Diao, she was also famous in Chang'an, when the woman first married Wen Hu, Wen Hu didn't even dare to take a look at other women, and Wen Tai learned about it, and he couldn't persuade him after being summoned, so he laughed about it. It's just that in recent years, Cui's family has become older, and only Wen Hui is left under his knees, and Wen Hu is already in a high position, so he is forced to take a concubine. It is conceivable that this Wen Hu didn't eat any good fruit when he went back yesterday.

Thinking of Wen Hu's loss, Wen Yong didn't mention how happy he was in his heart, and the resentment that had been accumulated in his heart could finally be vomited, so he almost rolled on the main hall and laughed.

Sure enough, at the end of the court discussion, Wen Hu proposed to establish Wenhui as the prince and take charge of the Jinyang fiefdom.

Wen Yong was full of promises, and willingly stamped his seal.

After the court meeting, Wen Yong took advantage of the lunch break to put on the clothes and armor of the guards in the inner palace, carefully dressed as Wen Xin's attendant, and followed him towards the palace of the Imperial Forest Supervisor.

Because the Imperial Forest Supervisor and the Imperial Guards are responsible for guarding the Imperial City, the Imperial Forest Guards were stationed in the Weiyang Palace from the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the Imperial Forest Station was selected in the Jianzhang Palace, which is separated from the Weiyang Palace.

It seems that there is only one wall, but the Jianzhang Palace imitates the Chengguan building, which is the last fortress to protect the royal family, and it is more than 25 zhang with a wall, which is shaped like a moat. It can only be accessed through a flying pavilion road between it and Weiyang Palace.

Out of the Flying Pavilion, it is the gate of the inner palace, check the waist card of Wen Xin, a team of soldiers stationed at the city gate opened the city gate, the city gate is a road, the walls on both sides are towering, look up, there is only a thin line in the sky. The cyan bricks and stones are mottled, which is not only a gift left by the years, but also a scar of the sword and axe.

Wen Yong walked 200 steps to reach the front hall of Jianzhang built on a high platform, without too much carving, but its vast and towering palace and the majestic spirit of the army when practicing here are better than any master in the world.

In addition to the normal daily inspection of palace posts, Wen Jian spent most of his time practicing martial arts in a school field in the Jianzhang Palace.

Wen Xin knew Wen Jian's schedule very well, and took Wen Yong straight through the front hall to the school grounds.

"Good!"

Hundreds of guards gathered around the area, bursting into cheers from time to time.

Under Wen Xin's protection, Wen Yong squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and came to the front row.

As soon as he approached the fence of the school field, he felt a gust of wind whistling in front of him, and saw a sturdy man on horseback loosen the reins of the horse, his body was erect, holding an iron-tired bow, and three arrows were out of his hand in an instant.

"Good!"

In a series of cheers, the three arrows whistled and sank into the bull's-eye!

Riding and archery sounds easy, but in fact, it is very difficult to aim with a bumpy horse, let alone kill three arrows with one stone.

When Wen Yong was amazed, Wen Xin had already stepped forward and beckoned to Wen Jian in the distance: "Lord Commander!" ”

Wen Jian turned the horse's head and saw that it was Wen Xin's face with joy.

Jumping off his horse and throwing the iron bow to the sergeant, Wen Jian strode towards Wen Xin.

Wen Jian's eyebrows are handsome, his figure is burly, and he looks like a battlefield warrior.

Handsome, in good shape, and good at kung fu, isn't this the template for a good player in the game? Wen Yong was overjoyed to see him, and for no reason he had a good impression of him, and wanted to include him under his command.

Wen Jian smashed a punch on Wen Xin's shoulder, and said heroically: "Good boy, pack up your baggage and leave without saying a word, and now you dare to come back." ”

Wen Xin also knew that he was not really to blame, and joked: "Aren't I going back to ask the Lord Commander for guilt?" ”

Wen Jian put his arm on Wen Xin's shoulder and said, "Let's go, follow me back to the barracks." ”

The two left the school with a smile and talk, Wen Yong pretended to be an entourage, buried his head, and followed behind the two of them.

Wen Jian's inner room was very simple, and the table decorations all looked a little old, only a long sword placed on the shelf next to the first seat caught Wen Yong's attention.

It was evident that the master was very fond of this sword, and the bronze scabbard was polished to shine.

As soon as he entered the inner room, Wen Jian immediately closed the door, and immediately knelt down in the surprised eyes of the two and said, "Minister Wen Jian greets Your Majesty!" ”

Wen Yong frowned and looked at Wen Xin.

Wen Xin shook his head and signaled that Wen Yong's identity was not revealed.

Wen Yong became interested and asked, "Very keen observation, can you tell me how you see it?" ”

Wen Jian replied: "Wen Xin's entourage on weekdays is Liang Shiyan, but today he suddenly changed to a strange face, because Wei Chen was suspicious. Later, the minister found that Wen Xin and I would always unconsciously look backwards when we walked all the way......"

Wen Yong quickly understood the reason: "There's no reason why Wen Xin would pay so much attention to ordinary attendants, and then think that Wen Xin was transferred by me as a personal attendant, so you guessed it?" ”

"Your Majesty is clear!"

Wen Yong walked past Wen Jian, sat down at the head of the room, looked at Wen Jian and smiled: "Can you guess the meaning of my coming?" ”

After a little hesitation, Wen Jian replied: "Your Majesty dares to guess that it should be related to King Jin. ”

"I like to talk to smart people, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

Wen Yong Huoran got up and asked, "Help me or help me?" You can decide in one word! ”

Wen Jian's heart is in turmoil at the moment, as a clan, loyalty to the royal family has been his belief since childhood, but Wen Jian is powerful, and rash confrontation will only hit the stone with an egg, and his clan and family will be ruthlessly crushed.

Wen Yong also felt Wen Jian's entanglement at the moment, people are bound by the society around them, and loyalty is just one of the beliefs, if this belief has no hope, then why should people stick to it?

Wen Yong picked up the long sword on the shelf and slowly drew it, and the cold light overflowed like water.

Wen Xin's face changed, and he knelt down and said, "Your Majesty think twice!" ”

"It's a good sword!"

Wen Yong gently stroked the sword with his fingers as if caressing his lover's skin.

"Wow!"

The sharp blade was stained with Wen Yong's blood.

"Your Majesty!"

Wen Xin saw that his face was concerned.

Wen Yong signaled to Wen Xin that it was okay, and asked slowly, "How long has this sword not been stained with blood?" ”

Wen Jian replied without thinking: "It's been twenty-five years. ”

Wen Yong played with this sharp blade and asked casually: "The sword is the murder weapon, why do you say it hides itself in the scabbard for others to play with?" ”

"Because the edge can't last long, you can only ...... by hiding and accumulating momentum"

Speaking of this, Wen Jian suddenly paused, as if he understood what Wen Yong was referring to.

Wen Yong put the sword back into its sheath, put it in front of Wen Jian, patted him on the shoulder like an old friend and said: "The edge will be dull if it is hidden for a long time, and the blood of the two emperors of Xiaoming can't arouse its murderous nature, what about me?" ”

Wen Jian's iron-like hands couldn't help trembling, and the moment he took the long sword, he seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and resolutely kowtowed: "The minister is willing to sweep away the injustice for the sword in His Majesty's hand!" ”