(4,000 words today, so it's a little late, I didn't save the manuscript, and I sent it as soon as I changed it, so the update time is a bit casual, forgive me.) ）

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, Chongyang, the capital of Donghan was foggy.

Donghan Shaoshan, the royal city is even more flat, and the people do not have the custom of climbing, even the royal family is only symbolically sacrificed on this day.

As the prince of the concubine, Chu Xiu did not even have the right to participate in this kind of ordinary sacrifice, and he didn't want to be ridiculed by several brothers, so he preferred to stay in the mansion with his two children.

Chu Xiu's mansion is not big, if it weren't for his military position, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have this place.

His wife died early, leaving him a son and a daughter, Chu Xiu's life was not good, but he gave birth to a pair of children who were lively and lovely, and they were very likable.

Chu Xiu's son is five years older than his daughter, he was born with a tiger brain, he is clever when he is young, and the most important thing is that he has a white wolf-like birthmark on his shoulder.

Donghan admires the white wolf, and many people secretly guess that this little prince will be the future king of Donghan, and the little guy lives up to expectations.

Even Chu Xiu, who has never been waiting to see his father, also loves this grandson, and from time to time he will be taken into the palace to live for a few days, and even with this unpleasant son, he also has a little more smile.

Donghan has always been the first time that mothers are valued by their sons, and fathers are valued by their sons.

Chu Xiu is a straight man, and he didn't think about relying on his son to improve his status.

It is certainly happy to be able to say a few words to his father like a normal father and son, but the most important thing is that the children can grow up healthily, and he personally sends his son to the palace on weekdays, for fear that something will go wrong.

But the creation makes people, on this day Chu Xiu went out for military affairs, and the palace suddenly sent someone to pick up the king and grandson into the palace, and the housekeeper was afraid that the delay would displease the king, so he sent the little master into the palace by himself, and he never came back if he didn't want to go.

Chu Xiu didn't eat or drink for three days, and searched everywhere like crazy, and finally found the bodies of the two in a remote place.

The steward of the palace was covered with knife wounds, but he could still recognize the whole picture, and the little master who was pressed under him was much more miserable, not only was he cut beyond recognition, but he was also dragged and bitten by a wild wolf, and he was completely unrecognizable.

Looking at the familiar clothes on his son's body, the man who was nearly thirty years old could no longer hold on and passed out.

The king of Donghan was angry, and gave a rich reward to investigate the matter, and finally checked and checked, but he only caught a few gangs of ringing horses, and everyone with a discerning eye knew that he was just a scapegoat.

Chu Xiu was seriously ill for more than a month, and the first thing he did after he recovered was to resign from all affairs in Beijing, please transfer to the border pass, he didn't want his only remaining daughter to have any more trouble.

The eldest king's guilt for this concubine lasted for less than a month, after all, he was not the only grandson, so he agreed to the other party's request and transferred him to the barrage as a garrison general.

……

Soon after, there was a sword-carrying ranger in the Central Plains who took his child to the rivers and lakes.

The ranger calls himself Zhao Zhiyi, handsome, the child he took was six or seven years old, very cute, whether it was a woman who roamed the rivers and lakes alone, or a young lady from a rich family, he was attracted by this "father and son" without accident.

The ranger took the opportunity to make up a tragic story of "his wife died early and took his son to seek revenge", which earned enough tears from those women who did not know the sinister rivers and lakes.

The ranger adheres to the principle of "people are in the flowers, and the leaves do not stick to the body", claiming that he has never been able to let go of his deceased wife, and he does not agree to be killed, so those women are even more moved by his infatuation, and they are determined not to marry him in this life.

The "father and son" walked and stopped, from southeast to northwest, almost turning the entire dynasty around.

After all, the ranger didn't hold it, and made a lifelong agreement with a woman, and finally settled down in a place called Xiejia Village.

They temporarily live in a peasant family, the peasant family has a daughter, and although the family of three lives happily, they can't get rid of the preference for sons over daughters, and they want to have another son.

Why is the daughter-in-law's stomach not angry, the iron plough is almost smoothed, and there is still nothing growing in the ground.

Zhao Zhiyi knew that it was not a matter for this child to always follow him, so he planned to hand him over to the farmer's family, who picked up an eldest son for nothing, and was naturally happy, and immediately named him "Xie Chun".

During the Spring Festival that year, Xiejia Village posted Xinlian to prepare dumplings as in previous years, and the children were playing outside.

The Northern Turkistan general Halba and his cavalry broke into the village, looted and slaughtered, and the ranger Zhao Zhiyi only protected his wife and children to the death.

After the reinforcements arrived, they found Xie Chun, who had escaped by luck in the ruins, and the little guy who had just had a new home was lonely again.

After a period of recuperation, the ranger with the pseudonym Zhao Zhiyi returned to Beijing with his wife and children and Xie Chun, and after his wife and children were taken care of by acquaintances, the child from the Donghan royal family was sent to a place for secret training.

Zhao Zhiyi himself threw himself into the protracted battle for succession.

In a blink of an eye, it was three years, and with the support of Yan Jun and Pan Yuanzheng and others, the prince whose real name was Wang Erniu entered the East Palace, and a year later he successfully ascended the throne and became the emperor.

In the same year, Wang Quanquan was born, and an inconspicuous little eunuch was transferred to the palace to serve the newborn eighth prince.

……

In the courtyard of the palace, Wang Quanquan listened to Xiao Chunzi talk about these past while drinking, he didn't expect that the other party and Emperor Shengen would have this kind of friendship.

When he finished speaking, Wang Quanquan was silent for a long time before he spoke:

"So, you know your identity as a prince all along?"

Xiao Chunzi first shook his head when he heard this, and then nodded again, seeing that the other party was full of doubts, he said in a sneer:

"At that time, I was too young to remember it really, I just felt that everything was like a dream, and I thought I wanted to be the master and wanted to go crazy.

When I grew up, Emperor Grace told me the truth, and I realized that those memories were true. At that time, I was very angry, thinking that he was deliberately hiding from me, but that day, the Holy Emperor seemed to be a different person, and he talked to me endlessly about the experience of wandering the rivers and lakes at that time.

I only knew at that time that after being rescued, it was I who proposed to leave Donghan, probably because I had the intuition to avoid evil when I was young. ”

Wang Quanquan smiled when he heard this:

"I know that I am the prince, and I am willing to be a slave?"

Xiao Chunzi smiled embarrassedly and said truthfully:

"I hesitated, but when I think of what you did to avenge me, I feel that everything is worth it.

And I'm slowly starting to be lazy, and when you're away, I'll ask my maidservants to peel grapes for me to eat. ”

Wang Quanquan looked helpless, drank a big sip of wine, and said while the wine was strong:

"Since you're leaving, if there's anything else to hide from me, let's talk about it together."

"I'm afraid you'll hit me." Koharuko only promised.

Wang Quanquan waved his hand and said: "But it doesn't hurt to say it, whoever is anxious will be the grandson." ”

Looking at his heroic appearance, Xiao Chunzi put her mind at ease and said slowly:

"Actually, I'll also be amazed by the Thirteen Style."

Wang Quanquan raised his eyebrows, "That's it?" ”

Although this incident was unexpected, it was also reasonable, and Koharuko did not mean to stop, and continued:

"The real name of the Thirteenth Style of Jinghong is the Drunken Niu Po Swordsmanship, because he was in conflict with His Majesty's name, so he changed it.

When His Royal Highness was eight years old, he was severely beaten by His Majesty, because he broke a jade flute that he liked very much, but it was actually a small fall to the ground. ”

"What?!"

Koharuko didn't give him the slightest respite, and continued:

"When His Royal Highness was ten years old, he was caught peeking at Niangniang taking a bath, and became a joke for everyone in the palace, and everyone said that you were stupid and not stupid."

"You did it too?" The king's eyes widened.

Koharuko nodded, apologetic.

"Why didn't my father castrate you let you into the palace again?"

"Your Highness, let's not be angry."

"Your uncle, Lao Tzu didn't carry the black pot for you when he was a child, right?"

"Hehe, only four or five times."

"That's it?"

……

The two talked about it, and many things were easy to ask, Xiao Chunzi hesitated and asked:

"Your Highness, is it Chu Lixia's girl who asked you to persuade me to go back?"

"She has persuaded you for a long time, but she can't persuade you, saying that she will wait for me to come back. I said that this girl always looks at me unpleasantly, and she is afraid that I will rob her brother with her. ”

A gentle smile appeared on Koharuko's face, "When I left Donghan, she was so young. ”

Wang Quanquan smiled evilly and continued: "More than 20 years have passed, and it has grown so big. ”

Xiao Chunzi heard the words with a smile on her face, looking like a dog, and leaned in and whispered:

"Your Highness, if you don't mind......"

"What, you want to be Lao Tzu's brother-in-law, and you still want me to be your brother-in-law?"

Without Xiao Chunzi finishing, Wang Quanquan had already guessed what he was going to fart, "What do I mind as an old man?" You can do this by talking about the princess. ”

At the mention of the princess, Xiao Chunzi immediately wilted, smiled, and didn't dare to mention this stubble again.

The two touched the cup, and Wang Quanquan sighed and sighed: "Chu Lichun, it's a good name." ”

"Your Highness." Haruko smiled shyly.

"You're a prince, can you be a bit of a king, don't be a servile all day long."

"I'm used to it, or I'm not going to be a prince, it's good to follow His Highness."

"Don't, Prince Donghan has been a slave for me for twenty years, what a face it is to say, if you don't go back, no one will believe it, right?"

Xiao Chunzi didn't answer, and Wang Quanquan was also lacking in interest, and when it came to the topic of parting, both of them were silent.

After a long time, Xiao Chunzi looked at Wang Quan and said seriously:

"Your Highness, do you need me to help you kill that general?"

Wang Quanquan shook his head, "You are the future king of Donghan, no matter what General Wen said, he also helped your father sit on the throne, now Donghan is the world of literati, you are not suitable to do this kind of unloading and killing donkeys, I have to do it myself." ”

……

In the Donghan Palace, the Zique Building has been emptied, and the scholars who originally crowded the fourth to seventh floors have also been divided into various palaces that have just been established.

Under the advance planning of Prime Minister Wen and the iron-blooded suppression of Chu Buzhi, many generals who intended to provoke incidents were exiled or destroyed, and failed to set off too many storms.

The rest of the military ministers who were still watching saw that the situation had been decided, or they either told their old men to return to their hometowns, or let their children and grandchildren abandon martial arts and literature, and finally accepted their fate.

The Donghan court suddenly formed a scene of literati respect that had not been seen for hundreds of years.

On the top floor of Zique Tower, the white-clothed Confucian who had spent twenty years planning all this was standing by the window, quietly looking at the new atmosphere outside the window.

He was used to staying in this building, and would rather climb to the ninth floor than step into the palace that all the Donghan scholars yearned for.

In the corner next to him, a middle-aged man in coarse linen was kneeling on one knee.

The white-clothed Confucian said softly:

"Sitong, I said it, this is Ouchi, your wounds have not healed, and you don't need to be guarded here."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice:

"Sir, that man's strength has been restored, and he will definitely come to seek revenge, even I haven't been able to dodge his blow, it's better to be careful, and the little prince is ......"

After the man finished speaking, he raised his head, his eyes were empty and blank, it was Yan Li, the first blind assassin in Donghan.

The white-clothed Confucian knocked on the window frame and said lightly:

"You don't need to worry about the little prince, that prince won't let him make a move. Pan Yuanzheng is dead, the situation in Donghan has been stabilized, and my life or death is not so important. ”

Speaking of this, Confucian paused for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked straight out the window, as if he had seen something interesting, and after a while he continued:

"I have asked the king for the courtyard of Xiahou's house, you can move in at any time."

The middle-aged man's body trembled when he heard this, and he said softly, "Thank you, Mr." ”

"You deserve it, go ahead."

After a long time, the white-clothed Confucian turned his head, and he was the only one left in the building, and the Confucian dressed up and walked slowly downstairs.

……

Not far from the east of the imperial city, there is a huge mansion, the door of the house is hung with the words "Xiahou Mansion", you can enjoy such a mansion in the most prosperous street in the capital, which shows that the strength of the Xiahou family is extraordinary.

The Xiahou family does have this ability, not only did many women marry into the royal family at their peak, but several men in the clan also held important military positions in the court, and they were in the limelight for a while.

At that time, the Xiahou family was powerful and flourishing, and the side branches extended in all directions, and the word "Xiahou" just said it, it already represented a glory, and what was more precious than the word "Xiahou" was the woman of the Xiahou family.

The woman from Xiahou's family, even if she is an ugly monster with a crooked nose and slanted eyes, has a lot of wealthy nobles rushing to ask for it.

Without him, climbing into a relative with the Xiahou family is tantamount to being involved with the royal family, ranking seniority, and even possibly climbing with the prince.

There was once a little lord who fell in love with a female relative of the Xiahou family, who was born with dark skin and ugly appearance, lame feet and slanted mouth, even if she was put in the house, people would find it an eyesore.

Even so, the well-known lord was still determined to marry her back as a wife, but in the end, she was disliked by the other party for her lowly official position, and the door was not right.

is such an invincible Xiahou family, and one day it was sealed, all the men were in the army, and the women were all prostitutes.

More than ten years ago, almost overnight, Xiahou's family fell from the clouds to the bottom, and both the main family and the next family all suffered.

Only some of the small side branches that have a thin relationship with the family are lighter than water, and they are barely implicated, but they are also deprived of the power to live in Xiahou Mansion, which is no different from the common people.

Regarding this matter, there are different opinions inside and outside the DPRK, some say that it is related to the seizure of the heir, and some say that the rabbit is dead and the dog is cooking, but only a Confucian student said the truth after drinking:

This matter is related to the death of Wang Sun that year.

But the Confucian was drunk and crazy, and behaved strangely, and everyone only thought he was talking nonsense, and no one believed him.

Until someone with a heart found out that this Confucian was actually the prime minister of the dynasty, and it was this person who assisted the king Chu Buxiu to sit on the throne.

Only then did he believe his words.

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