So, after a cup of tea, Feng Yan was welcomed in by the maid.

Because of the national funeral, he wore a plain moon-white embroidered carp jacket, which was a little less unscrupulous and more elegant.

"Grandfather." Feng Yan smiled and saluted Duanmu Xian, looking deferential.

No matter how well-behaved Feng Yan is, in Duanmu Xian's eyes, this is all a wolf, a disciple who will sneak into his backyard and covet his own four girls!

Duanmu Xian, who was sitting behind the bookcase at the moment, raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Sit down and talk." ”

"Thank you, grandfather." Feng Yan's smile deepened, and he took out a folding fan very interestingly, "Grandfather, I got a folding fan by chance two days ago, and the mention of the characters was written by Yan Mengzhen, a master of calligraphy and painting in the previous dynasty. ”

Duanmu Xian's eyes lit up, and he pressed the excitement in his heart, and he didn't want this stinky boy to be too proud, so he made a gesture of indifference, responded casually, took the folding fan, and put it on the bookcase in front of him seemingly "casually".

The maid served tea to the two, and when she saw Duanmu Xian waving her hand, she quickly retreated.

Only the old and the young were left in the study.

Feng Yan slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, Duanmu Xian looked at him with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes. Feng Yan came to himself at this delicate moment, he didn't really just want to send this fan.

Feng Yan didn't mean to sell Guan Zi, and after putting down the teacup, he directly said his intention: "Grandfather, if you don't want to go to the north, it's better to call yourself sick." ”

When Duanmu Xian heard this, the teacup in his hand almost didn't slip down, and he glanced at Feng Yan.

This stinky boy really doesn't treat himself as an outsider, he dares to say anything!

He's so sure he doesn't want to go north?!

Duanmuxian put the teacup to his mouth, but after all, he didn't touch his lips, so he put it down, and when he looked at Feng Yan again, his eyes darkened a little.

"Is this what you think?" Duanmu Xian asked, in addition to scrutiny, there was more thinking and measurement in his eyes, so sharp that he almost wanted to shoot through Feng Yan.

Feng Yan has not been looked at like this in his life, and the emperor can't let him be shaken in the slightest, let alone Duanmuxian.

Feng Yan not only asked rhetorically: "Grandfather, can you agree with Jun Ran's opinion?" ”

"......" Duanmu Xian was dumbfounded, lowered his eyes slightly, and rubbed his eyebrows.

For the people of Beiyan, the most understanding is, of course, King Jian's father and son, who have been guarding the northern border for many years...... No, there is also the Zhenbei Palace.

Duanmu Xian was stunned, feeling that this person was old, and he couldn't help but recall the past.

The northern palace of this town has been destroyed, what's the use of mentioning it again!

Thinking that as soon as the Zhenbei Wangfu was destroyed, the northern border was in chaos for so many years, and then thinking of King Jian's death, Duanmuxian's heart was like pressing a boulder, King Jian went to immortal, can Jun Ran, who is not as weak as the crown, be able to stop the iron hooves of Beiyan? !

Without King Jian's Mansion, which military general in this Dasheng is enough to resist the Northern Yan people?!

As if he saw Duanmu Xian's thoughts, Feng Yan didn't ask any more questions, but continued: "Beiyan's plan this time is very big, and he will never agree to negotiate peace, grandfather, if you go, you will inevitably be treated by Beiyan as a killer and a monkey." ”

And he didn't want to see Duanmu Xianbai lose his life, and he didn't want to watch Zhen Zhen feel sad about the loss of her relatives again.

Thinking of Ah Ci's heartbroken appearance after the death of Chu Junxian and his wife many years ago, Feng Yan felt as if his heart was being grabbed.

Feng Yan didn't speak again, and the next thing was Duanmu Xian's own choice.

If he went to the north to discuss peace and make meritorious contributions, the emperor would of course credit this credit to Duanmuxian's head; If he claims to be sick and does not go to the north, the emperor will more or less doubt his loyalty, whether he is really sick or fake.

It is difficult to do both, and the lesser of two evils is to be seen.

After Feng Yan left, Duanmu Xian was locked up in the outer study alone for a long, long time, and he didn't even see Duanmu Heng and Duanmu Fei.

Early the next morning, he set off from Duanmu Mansion on time, first went to the palace gate to meet with the third prince Mu Youjing, and then left under the congratulations of the civil and military officials.

However, before their convoy left Chang'an Avenue, they heard a terrible neighing of horses, and a tall brown horse was raised high in a frenzied manner, with its body almost vertical.

Someone shouted in panic: "Lord Duanmu! Lord Duanmu......"

There were accompanying forbidden soldiers who wanted to come forward to help, but they were a step too late.

Duanmuxian's body had been thrown out by the horse, and he fell heavily to the ground, making a frightening "click" sound.

"Lord Duanmu has fallen off his horse!"

"Lord Duanmu's arm is broken, go and pass on the Imperial Doctor......"

"Lord Duanmu, are you alright......?"

“……”

There was chaos on Chang'an Avenue.

Duanmuxian's right arm was fractured, and it was obvious that he would definitely not be able to go to the north if he was injured like this.

The ministers who came to see them off looked at each other with different expressions, and a thought naturally appeared in their hearts: Then who will the emperor send to the north next instead of Duanmu Xian?!

The "accident" happened on Chang'an Avenue outside the palace, and in full view of everyone, the emperor in the Palace of Nourishing Heart learned the news in a short time.

Emperor Huo Di stood up from the couch, his face sank like water, and his first thought was, is this really just an accident?!

At this time, a curtain sounded, and Cen Yin, who was wearing a red unicorn robe, came in.

"Your Majesty," Cen Yin looked at the emperor in a dignified manner, "The minister heard that Lord Duanmu just fell off his horse and broke his right arm, but this matter of peace cannot be delayed......"

The emperor's heart moved, his eyebrows were still wrinkled, he stood with his hands behind his back, and asked, "Did Duanmu Xian drop his right arm?" ”

Cen Yin replied "yes", and then said: "The minister just heard that he broke out even the bones. ”

The emperor's brows stretched slightly, relieved of doubt.

This scholar cares most about his right arm, how could Duanmu Xian take such a risk......

The emperor did not sit down, but strode to the window, looking at the lotus pond outside the window, his eyes shining slightly.

There was a few breaths in the room, except for the faint sound of the breeze stirring the lotus leaves.

After a while, the emperor who looked out the window spoke: "Ah Yin, who do you think I should let go to the north instead of Duanmu Xian?" ”

Cen Yin, who was behind the emperor, hooked his lips almost invisibly, and said: "Your Majesty, the matter of peace is not trivial, you should choose people from the cabinet, Lord Shang Shulin of the Ministry of Rites is a person who knows etiquette and is good at arguing, I don't know what the emperor thinks?" ”

The emperor moved his eyebrows, remembering that Lin Yingtong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, had always been the main peace in the court, and the head of the main and faction.

Regardless of whether Duanmu Xian's fall today was intentional or unintentional, at least letting Lin Yingtong go to the north should do his best to promote peace.

The emperor turned around, his originally wandering eyes settled, and he obviously had a decision in his heart, and raised his voice: "Come on, pass on my message......"

“…… Lin Yingtong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and the third son of the emperor went to the north together, and they set off today! ”

When the slow voice of the chamberlain echoed in the ears of Lin Yingtong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, he was weak, if it wasn't for Chang Sui supporting him, his body almost didn't fall, his mouth opened and closed, and he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Since the emperor's dictation has been issued, it is the final word, and Lin Yingtong has to go if he doesn't go.

When Duanmu Xian heard the news, he had already returned to Duanmu Mansion.

His right arm had already been shown to the Imperial Doctor, splinted, bandaged, and prescribed medicine.

Duanmujun, Duanmufei and Duanmuheng looked at Duanmuxian's severed arm, all with complicated expressions, and they didn't speak for a while.

"I'm fine."

In comparison, Duanmu Xianyun was light and light, as if he had just fallen and bruised a little.

Duanmuxian has always been a ruthless person, since he wants to do it, he must do it without flaws, so that even if the emperor is suspicious, he can't find a flaw.

Duanmu Xian lowered his head and looked at his injured arm, if there was any trouble, that is, it was not convenient for him to hold the tea cup now.

Duanmu Fei saw his grandfather's intentions at a glance, thoughtfully took him a white porcelain teacup, and poured him a cup of Biluochun with the tea leaves filtered.

Duanmuxian picked up the teacup with his left hand, felt very appropriate in his heart, and sighed secretly: It's still a granddaughter who is intimate, not like this boy, Mu Ne is very good!

Duanmu Xian glanced at Duanmu Heng with a slightly disgusted gaze, remembering one thing.

Duanmu Xian drank half a cup of tea, put down the teacup, and said, "Brother Heng, I have already asked Mrs. Li to go to the county lord's mansion to discuss, and I want to advance your marriage with the county lord, and the county lord has already responded." ”

Rao is Duanmu Heng is calm and calm, when he heard Duanmu Xian mention his marriage, his face still inevitably showed a touch of unnaturalness, and he responded: "But it depends on the grandfather's arrangement." His voice was a little stiff.